All That She Wants
Chapter 11— The Best Years of Our Lives
Disclaimer: I don't own any of it, except the story line .
The bright moonlight spilled over Hermione's figure as she stared out the window into the night sky, she felt extremely troubled, with a heavy sigh she seated herself on the window seat. Wrapped in heavy wool blanket she snuggled up closer against the glass. Hermione was waiting for the initial doom that was heading her way, she was sure the next words that came out of Harry's mouth weren't gonna be the ones she wanted to hear. Perhaps she should just go back to her room and avoid this whole confrontation.
Feeling cold from the loss of the warm body that was next to him, Harry reached out to pull Hermione close, his hand came down on the mattress, feeling around a bit. When it registered in his sleepy mind that he was alone, his eyes snapped opened. He glanced around for a moment and found that yes indeed Hermione was gone. Harry sat up and slowly looked about the room; a surge of relief flooded him when he saw Hermione sitting over by the window, he quickly grabbed his glasses and put them on. Harry could tell she was clearly deep in thought.
"Hermione?" Harry shifted in his bed a bit creating a small squeak.
Hermione's head whipped around in his direction, yet she didn't say anything.
"What are you doing over there?" He asked, rubbing his tired eyes, the rims of his glasses lifting up a bit.
"Just thinking," She quietly answered with a small smile.
"Are you leaving?" Harry dared to ask, he had never been left alone in the middle of the night before. He certainly didn't want to be left alone by Hermione, the young woman that he loved.
"Well I had thought about it." She brushed back a lock of stray hair behind her ear and stood up; Hermione clutched the blanket against her bosom to keep it from falling down. "I really didn't want to hear from you the words I dread," She took a breath and moved over to the side of his bed, "I didn't want to hear that you didn't love me after all."
Harry nodded, understanding her fear. He looked up at her into her eyes, "You have nothing to worry about, I love you and I'm not going to take it back." He reached his hand out for her, "This bed is cold."
"Well I could just get you a hot water bottle and you'd be all set." Hermione teased.
"True but a water bottle doesn't have those loving arms to wrap around me, or that neck to nibble on, and a body to become inflamed with passion when I caress it."
Hermione shook her head, "You are such a shameless flirt."
"I know," Harry grinned, "Come on now, I'm lonely." He looked up at her giving her the lonely puppy dog look.
Hermione smiled, amused and moved towards the bed. She slipped into the blankets next to Harry, and she felt him pull her close.
"There now, that's much better." He nuzzled her neck with his nose, and leaned his head against her shoulder.
"Harry, I—" Hermione was cut off as Harry pressed his index finger against her lips.
"Shh, I just want to hold you and cuddle you." He kissed her gently but only for a moment.
Hermione gave off a soft sigh as she snuggled closer to Harry; her eyelids were feeling very heavy as they started to droop and then close. Dreams soon invaded her mind.
Harry was already in the middle of breakfast when Blaise walked in; he glanced up at her as she sat down.
"You're a bit late this morning." Harry said, then stuck a piece of bacon in his mouth.
"Well you weren't the only one who had a romantic evening last night." Blaise answered rather smugly while grabbing the pitcher of juice and pouring some into her cup.
"You're kidding, you and…" Harry thought a moment, wondering if she was with the same fellow as before. "Oh who is the flavor of the week Blaise my dear." He grinned
"Draco! You Moron," Blaise chuckled.
Harry laughed, "Well with you my dear, you never know."
"Oh please, honestly Harry you were the one that has always had a different girl every week, I just had a different guy every two weeks or so." She snickered. "But not anymore, I think my roaming days are over." Blaise glanced over at Draco for a moment before returning to her breakfast.
"Yeah, I know what you mean." He didn't dare look at Hermione for if he did he wouldn't be able to look away.
Blaise shook her head and smiled, "Would you look at us, two people who never thought we would actually fall for one person. Hades must have frozen over."
"Yeah, maybe you should look into that." Harry smiled.
Looking up at Harry, Blaise grinned. "Or better yet, Weasley can look into that for us."
Hermione finished her breakfast and stood up throwing her bag over her shoulder,
"You finished already Herms?" Cybil asked.
Hermione rolled her eyes; she hated it when people called her Herms or anything short for her name. "Yes, graduation is in a few days and I have to work on my speech. Oh if it's the one thing I'm terrible at doing is public speaking." She shuddered, "I hope I don't get sick on everyone."
"Oh don't worry, you'll be fine." Holly reassured her, "Just do what I do and imagine everyone in their underwear."
"Or naked," Cybil added.
Hermione shook her head amused, "You two are such pervs."
"Thank you," Both Cybil and Holly replied together with happy grins. The two of them watched as Hermione with a smile on her face turned and headed towards the doors and leaving through them. A few moments later Harry came up to the Gryffindor table.
"Where did Hermione go?" He looked around for someone to answer.
"Oh she went to the library." Holly smiled.
"Yeah, she said she was going to work on her speech for graduation. I bet if you hurry you can catch up with her." Cybill also smiled.
"Thanks girls." Harry took off like a shot out of the great hall; he quickly made his way down the hall towards the library. He pushed open the library doors and stepped inside, taking a quick glance for Hermione and found that she wasn't sitting at her usual table. He went up to a few other seventh years that looked like they were studying for that last final NEWT that was scheduled for Wednesday.
Harry walked right up to them, "Excuse me but have you seen Hermione Granger come in here?"
A blonde boy looked up and nodded, "Yes she said we could use her table, that she wanted some peace and quiet so she took a spot way in the back behind the shelves." He pointed.
With a nod Harry proceeded to the back of the library, he peered around the corner and caught a glimpse of the back of Hermione's head which was bent as she was resting her forehead in her hand, scribbling with her quill on a piece of parchment. She was clearly concentrating hard.
Making sure his hair was as decent as it could be, he ran his fingers through it but it did little good. He shrugged and made his way over to Hermione.
Harry cleared his throat which snapped Hermione from her concentration, she turned her head looking up at him, she smiled a little.
"Is this seat taken?" Harry grinned, gesturing to the chair next to her.
Hermione shook her head, "No, but I really want to work on my speech so if you sit there, please don't bother me."
Harry pulled the chair away from the table and sat down, "Bother you, my dear girl I would never bother you. Annoy you maybe, but never bother." Harry was giving off his most adorable lopsided grin.
Shaking her head, amused Hermione continued to look at her paper and write. After only a few seconds she felt something tap her shoulder, she turned to look at Harry.
He could see the question in her eyes, "Oh sorry, I didn't mean to bother you…" He grinned, "Could I borrow some parchment and a quill?"
"Certainly," Hermione reached up into her bag and pulled out a bunch of quills that were held together securely with a rubber band. She removed one from the group and handed it to Harry along with piece of parchment.
"Thanks," Harry said and went right to work doodling little pictures on the paper as Hermione continued to write her speech.
After a few moments Harry began to get bored, there was only so much doodling you could do. A spider that was crawling along the table got Harry's attention; it was a common brown spider just minding its own business trying to get to the other side. Harry decided to give it a helping hand, he pulled out his wand and whispered a charm that accidentally launched the spider off the table.
'Oops,' Harry thought to himself as he watched the spider sail through the air towards one of the book shelves. He shrugged, and went back to his boring doodling.
A high pitched scream echoed through the library which snapped everyone's attention, Hermione's head whipped around to the sound of that scream. They saw Ron Weasley coming out from behind the shelves smacking at his back.
"There's a spider down my shirt, get it out, get it out!" Ron screamed and jumped around, the spider dropped out of the back of Ron's shirt and scurried quickly away, afraid of being stepped on.
"That's enough out of you young man, this is a place of studying," Madame Pince headed towards him and grabbed his ear. "I'm taking you to see the Headmaster; maybe then you'll learn some respect for the sanctity of the library." She pulled on his ear taking him from the library.
"Ow, ow, lemmie go." Ron complained as he was forced from the library.
Hermione shook her head as the noisy student was being pulled from the library, "Well that was unexpected."
"Yeah," Harry couldn't help but snicker and wonder if that was the same spider he launched into the air.
"What are you laughing about?" Hermione looked at him.
He shrugged, "Oh nothing important. That was just kinda funny you know." Harry smiled.
"Yeah I guess so," Hermione twisted her quill within her fingers. "He was always some kind of an idiot." She smiled a little.
"Hermione, I'm bored are you done with that yet?" Harry leaned his head on the table looking up at her.
Hermione patted his shoulder, "I'll be done soon, I just have to end this speech." Harry nodded before Hermione once again picked up the quill to start writing.
Harry rested his arms on the table and leaned his chin on them, looking in Hermione's direction. She was already back in her deep concentration and he knew that she could not see him staring at her. He sighed a bit watching the way her she would gently bite her full bottom lip, just that motion from her caused a certain stirring in his pants. He took a breath and turned away for a moment willing himself to calm down; they were in a library for heaven's sake. His sneakiness started coming into play, thoughts entering his head. They were alone here in the back, no one was around. Harry took a glance over his shoulder and in all directions just to make sure.
He of course did not want to alert anyone back to this area of the library; Harry took another glance at Hermione. Her hand lightly brushing back the stray strands of hair that hung down over her face, that same hand came to rest down on the table top. Without really thinking about it, Harry lifted his fingers and gently rubbed the top of her hand. He didn't even notice Hermione had stopped writing for a moment.
Hermione paused and she seemed to blink, then shook her head. She had to get back to this and would try her hardest to ignore him. Which was hard considering the fact that when ever he touched her, he made her feel all warm and fluttery inside, she must not react to this, this speech had to be written. She took a deep breath and her quill started up again.
Harry had started moving his fingers a bit, going up and down her arm. If Hermione was reacting to this he would never know, for she was still working hard and didn't seem phased by this at all. She couldn't be concentrating that hard. He wanted a reaction out of her. His fingers lightly brushed against her upper arm, making small circles on her shoulder, he noticed her breathing had changed which brought a tiny smirk to his face. Yet this wasn't enough.
She felt his hand leave her arm and she almost sighed with relief, now she could finally get back to work she did not need these distractions right now. Hermione's relief was short lived as she felt his fingers gently tickling her thigh, his hand fully came down and he started gently massaging. Her eyes squeezed shut.
"Harry, could you please stop that?" She asked, her voice a bit shaky and not as confident sounding as she wanted. In a way she cursed herself for not wearing stockings today.
"Stop what?" Harry said innocently, his hand and fingers getting closer to his desired destination.
"What you're doing," Hermione took a deep breath as his fingers lightly touching her bare skin and felt her skirt being moved a bit.
Harry's hand lazily drifted to the inside of her thigh, "What? You don't like this." He gave off the most innocent looking pout.
Her eyes closed a bit and she gave off a sweet little, quiet moan. I…It's not that, I just have to um" Hermione swallowed really hard, "…con…concentrate."
"Are you sure?" His hand grazed the edge of her panties.
Hermione reached down and moved his hand away. "Yes… I'm um sure." She needed to control her breathing, besides they were out here in public, people could walk over here at anytime. She took a quick glance over her shoulder.
Harry knew no one was around he moved his chair closer to hers. "Everything is fine, trust me. There is nothing to worry about."
"But we're in the library." She said quietly.
He leaned closer to her and whispered, "Everyone is studying for the test, no one is going to come back here." Harry pressed his lips against her neck.
"But I don't think…" Hermione was finding it harder and harder to listen to her head.
"Shh, just don't think about it then." He whispered and leaned closer to her, leaving hot open mouthed kisses on her flesh. While working wonders on her neck with his lips, Harry again moved his hand to her leg, moving it up her thigh a bit more quickly this time. He so wanted to touch her. His fingers gently pressed against her panties and he had to sustain a moan of his own.
Hermione shifted a bit which gave his hand easier access to her sensitivity; she couldn't believe she was reacting this way and out in public too. Harry's hand was gently massaging on the outside of her panties pressing up against her sex, that he had to cover her mouth with his to keep her from making too much noise. Not that he ever complained about kissing her. His tongue pushed into her mouth almost urgently coming together with hers as she kissed him back just as hard.
Harry couldn't take it anymore; he needed to feel her flesh, her warmth. His hand dipped inside her panties and he also gave off a moan but it was muffled since he was still locked in a passionate kiss. The way her skin felt was sending a massive desire through him that he felt his pants becoming much too small. (oh yeah baby .)
His fingers caressed her, his finger occasionally brushing against the little button hidden with in her soft folds, causing Hermione to actually start moving her hips against his hand. She was getting so hot. Almost without warning, Hermione quickly pulled away and pushed his hand away panting hard.
"Harry…please, not in here." She sounded so desperate and she knew that, her body was aching for release but she was not about to give into it here in the library. "How about we go back up to the dorms?" She offered.
Harry nodded, "Okay let's go." He cleared his throat.
Hermione quickly packed up her parchment and quills, her legs were feeling a bit shaky as she stood. She took a deep breath and got a hold of herself. Harry held onto her arm, pressing himself as close as possible to her as they hurried from the library.
He held her close to him with his arm around her as they were heading down the hall, Harry's hand moved down to her hip and he started stroking his fingers up and down her hip, the side of her body lightly brushing against the edge of her breast. A strangled moan came from within Hermione as she felt she wouldn't make it to their rooms if Harry kept this up, the fire was already building within her. Hermione's willpower was flying from her mind, she need him right now or she would just burst.
They continued down the hall, Hermione noticed they were coming to an open, empty classroom and she came to a complete stop. Harry looked at her, annoyed.
"What? Why did you stop?" Harry couldn't help the irritation in his voice, but he knew they both wanted to get back to the rooms as quickly as possible.
Hermione lifted a brow, "Empty class room, locked door. Are you arguing with me?"
Harry's eyes widened with the realization then smiled obediently, "Oh…no ma'am, absolutely not." He was surprised when Hermione pushed him into the room.
"Now lock the door." She took a deep breath and moved to the other side of the classroom and dropped her school bag on the floor. Hermione heard Harry mutter a locking charm.
He quickly moved to where she was standing and wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her so her back was up against his chest. "Wanna try something new?" He whispered into her ear.
"I know this is going to sound awfully rude, but I don't really care I just really need you." Hermione breathed out.
Harry grinned, "As you wish." One arm wrapped around her waist holding her up against him, while he moved his free hand to her skirt undoing it. He watched a bit as it fell to the floor and she kicked it away, Harry wasted no time as his hand moved down into her panties again where he cupped her sex, her legs spread a bit as he began to tease her a bit. He was rewarded with a sweet, sensual moan. His moved the arm that was wrapped around her, and moved his hand underneath her shirt, letting his fingers barely touch her breast. He was teasing her.
"Please don't tease me Harry." She moaned again at what both of his hands were doing. Hermione reached behind her, pressing her palm against his erection, even though she was touching him through his pants it caused Harry to groan loudly. He needed to get out of them and fast.
Harry quickly moved his hands and grabbed a hold of the hem of her shirt and quickly pulled it off of her tossing it aside, the rest of her underwear followed. His actions were becoming more urgent as he now also hurried to undo his pants and get them off.
"Now, I need you right now." She turned her head a bit looking back at him.
"My, my, aren't you eager." He teased while pressing himself against her opening, and pressing her down against the top of the desk.
Hermione grabbed the sides of the desktop tightly, she moaned loudly at the feel of him burying himself snuggly inside her.
It took all of Harry's willpower not to slam right into her hard, he still did not want to hurt her no matter how many times they had been together. But the way she was moaning right now kinda made him wonder if he really wouldn't hurt her.
"Harry…Gods." She bit her bottom lip as Harry started thrusting in and out of her, gradually picking up his pace. Oh this was new, different and exciting she was actually moving herself harder against him, faster she moved wanting to get as much feeling as possible. She felt Harry reach around with his hand and his finger gently rubbing up against her hidden button once again. Her loud cries filled the room with the hot white fire rushing through her as he pleasured her in more than one area.
Harry knew he was adding extra to her feelings, he wanted her to have the best experience as possible. He no longer held back his movements as he plunged into her harder and faster, his hands now gripped at her hips pulling her back as he thrust forward. Hermione's upper body lifted off the table top pressing against his chest. He attacked her neck with sensual kisses, leaving his marks on her. One hand remained on her hip and the other lifted to cup her breasts and then massage it, his fingers brushing over her sensitive nipple. She was crying out, her beautiful sounds making him want to give her more.
Hermione felt she was going to explode, her nerves were on the edge and she felt them start to push over. Her body started to shudder, oh the sudden and erupting passion engulfing her entirely.
Oh that was the most wonderful sound that Hermione made, the one where he knew that he had totally and completely satisfied her. Harry moved harder into her, moving quickly. With his last final stroke he let out a cry as he too reached the stars for that final moment. Hermione was lying flat on the table top as Harry exhausted landed a bit on top of her. His cheek on her now moist back, they were both breathing hard.
It seemed time had stood still as they did not move from that spot, but eventually Harry had to be the first to move since he was still on top of her. He lazily moved himself off of her and sat down on the floor, Hermione stood and turned around facing him. Harry yelped with shock at the coldness of the floor and Hermione actually giggled at the look on his face.
"Oh you think that's funny do you." Harry said, teasing.
Hermione nodded, "Yes it was very funny, and that look was just priceless. Its times like these I wish I had a camera with me."
"You know I could think of a lot more interesting things to do with a camera than you could." Harry smirked.
"If you mean taking pictures of certain acts we do together then I'm afraid that just won't work. Any sight of your fat ass is sure to crack the lens."
Harry laughed, "I guess some things will never change."
"Nope," Hermione smiled. "I like teasing you, its fun."
"I like teasing you too." Harry wiggled his eyebrows and Hermione just shook her head amused.
Hermione started gathering up her clothing, "You know this was rather interesting, we should try new things more often."
"I'll be happy to help you out in anything you want," Harry also got into his clothing. He had some regrets so he would share them with her. "I didn't rush you or anything today did I? I never want to make you do anything you don't want to."
She moved to Harry and wrapped her arms around him, "You didn't rush me at all, so don't think for one moment that you did anything wrong." She leaned up and kissed him gently. Harry sighed pulling her more up against him as he continued to kiss her, it was as if he didn't want to let her go.
Hermione pulled back from the kiss but remained in his arms, "We better go, I still got that speech to finish. Thanks to you, I didn't get an ending for it yet." She smiled.
"Don't worry Hermione, I'm a healthy distraction." He stroked her hair, threading his fingers through her silky tresses as she just smiled up at him. Harry pulled back from her arms and took her hand in his, "Come on, lets get out of here." And they left the classroom.
The day of graduation was hectic, people rushed around like chickens with their heads cut off. Young ladies were standing around in groups asking each other if they looked all right, young gentlemen were doing the same. Head Master Dumbledore stood up at the podium and cleared his throat.
"Please be seated." Dumbledore requested, and the students immediately grew silent and sat down. "I would like to start by saying congratulations to all our graduates today; you all worked hard you should all be proud of yourselves you earned it. Now I would like to turn over the podium to our head girl Miss Hermione Granger." Dumbledore stepped aside.
A loud applause rose up from the graduates as well as one loud boo, hiss, hiss as Hermione stood there. She assumed and knew who that booing was coming from. She looked down at all the students and professors looking up at her, she felt the room grow small the walls felt they were closing in on her, the students' now beady little eyes all on her. Her throat tightened and she swallowed a few times, her face becoming increasingly pale.
Blaise who was sitting next to Harry watched Hermione closely. "What's the matter with her, is she all right?" Her voice held some concern.
Harry sighed, he wanted to run up and hold her, tell her it was all right. "Its just she doesn't speak well in front of large crowds. Sometimes she even gets sick."
"Ewww, She's gonna be sick!" Ron shouted laughing, "Whatever you do, don't get you disease infected germs on us by tossing your cookies!"
That Ron Weasley knew exactly how to push her buttons, she wasn't going to let him get to her, she would not let him win. Hermione closed her eyes and counted to ten, 'Imagine them in their underwear.' A voice in her head said, 'or naked.' Another one said, a silly amused grin appeared on her face. She opened her eyes true they weren't in their underwear or naked, but at least she got a laugh out of it. Hermione looked at the crowd and down at her long parchment with her speech on it. Somehow it didn't seem to fit anymore. She ripped it up and cleared her throat and began to speak.
"When I was first told that I would have to write a speech and speak in front of a large crowd, I'll admit I was scared. Much like I was when I first came to this school. How large everything looked, how intimidating, I'm sure I wasn't the only one who felt that way. During our time here, those years we grow and become more familiar with life, we realize that hey, it's not so scary after all. It's experiences good and bad that make us grow and form the type of person we will become as adults. You can not let yourself be pushed down by fear. I'm not talking about being afraid of the dark or of evil wizards that may want you dead."
"I'm talking about fear of yourself," Hermione continued, "Being afraid to be who you are, that is something you should never fear. If you are true to yourself and to your heart, there is nothing that you can't do." Hermione smiled at the crowd, "Thank you." She turned and left the podium with the sound of applause and of course that one boo, you stink comment from Ron Weasley.
Dumbledore finished applauding and took his place at the podium, "Thank you Miss Granger for your inspiring words." He smiled at her as she took her seat in the Gryffindor section. "Now as I call your name please come up to receive your certificate."
The announcing of the names went rather quickly, and soon everyone was gathered in the great hall for the end of the year celebration. There was an endless supply of food and drinks, music and even some dancing.
Hermione, who was sitting at table with a gold tablecloth, sighed as she glanced around the great hall. The decorations were beautiful. Gold and silver strands hung from the ceiling, tapestries of a united student body hung along the walls, she felt a light prickling sensation in her eyes, oh the first time she walked down to get sorted flashed in her mind, the hat proudly shouting the words Gryffindor and Hermione as an eleven year old girl with a huge smile on her face happily sat with her other house members. It was a wonderful memory, many of which she would always remember. A hand came down on her shoulder and she turned a little looking up, it was Harry and he was smiling a bit.
"Are you all right?" Harry asked, sitting next to her.
Hermione smiled, her eyes sparkled from the small tears in her eyes. "It's just this has been a part of our lives for so long and its coming to an end, nothing will be the same after this, what if this is the best life has to offer?"
"Hmmm," Harry thought a moment, "You know I don't think of it that way, I think of it as one chapter of our lives, and it's not necessarily over. We will always remember our time here, and it will reflect on what we do in life." He smiled
Hermione nodded, "When did you become so insightful?"
"I think I get that from you," His cheeks tinged pink, "You've been a strong influence on me and my life Hermione, its only natural I would pick up some of your wonderful qualities. Who knows where I would be now without you, you are my anchor, you make me want to be a good person. I love you with my whole heart and soul."
A beautiful smile graced her face, "Harry I'm grateful for your love, but I am most thankful for your friendship. Without that, we would not be where we are now, I treasure each day with you, and I just want you to know that." Hermione was immediately wrapped in Harry's arms, she laid her head against his chest listening to his heartbeat.
"Come on Hermione, there's a small party that requires your presence." He pushed her back a bit looking into her eyes.
Hermione loved what she saw in his eyes when he looked at her, "Oh and who is at this party?"
"Just two people who happen to be in love." Harry grinned.
Hermione returned the grin, "And they are?"
"You and me," He rested his forehead against hers.
"I would love to attend this party," She kissed him gently.
Harry stood and helped Hermione from her chair, "Then we should go, we wouldn't want to be late." He put his arm around her and they left The Great Hall.
Ron was leaning up against the wall as he saw Harry and Hermione heading towards him. "Ah going off to screw each other like rabbits I see, how disgusting."
"Sod off Weasley." Harry simply said as he and Hermione started to pass him.
"I wouldn't fuck her too much, who knows what might happen. She might corrode your dick so much that it would fall off." Ron looked right at Hermione, "She certainly looks diseased." He then looked at Harry again, "I can't believe you would actually sink so low as to…" Ron didn't have time to finish is bout if insults as both Harry and Hermione at the same time had brought out their wands and pointed them at Ron and shouted.
Ron was immediately lifted high into the air, he had no idea the effect this spell had on someone when cast at the same time with two very highly skilled magic users, Ron continued to sail into the air and he came to rest on a high rafter. He looked down at Harry and Hermione glaring how he hated them, he didn't even have his wand to get down. He couldn't even stand that those two were so smug and that they were laughing at him.
"Hope you like the view," Hermione shouted in merriment.
Harry just laughed, and they both put their arms around each other and continued on their way.
Ron groaned out of frustration as the students and ex students started leaving the great hall to go onto do other things that night. This was his chance to get down from here, he wasn't against asking for help this time "Help me! Someone anyone help me down!" The students were so loud, banging large clingy objects around creating quite a ruckus. Ron was growing impatient; he just had to get someone's attention. Using his other foot he managed to get off his shoe, maybe if it fell on someone's head they would look up and see him.
His shoe dropped but it didn't hit anyone on the head, in fact no one saw it, a little girl with a few of her young friends came out of The Great Hall and saw a shoe sitting there.
"Hey look a shoe." The girl said and went to pick it up.
"Yes," Ron exclaimed, thinking now she will look around for that owner of the shoe and go get help.
"Eww its an ugly shoe, its all scuffed up." Another child said.
The girl holding the shoe looked at her friends, "You know my toad needs a good bed, this will do just nicely for him." She giggled and ran off with her friends following behind.
Ron couldn't believe his eyes or ears, that girl didn't even bother to find the owner. She just stole his shoe. He tried several times that night to get people's attention and to notice him, but nothing was working. He saw that girl Blaise Zabini who was walking while locked in a very passionate kiss and embrace with that idiot Draco Malfoy pass by, he was sure nothing would tear their attention away from one another, he even shouted down to them. Surely a professor or something would find him eventually he waited and waited, time seemed to pass and Ron ended up falling asleep, his body resting up against the side of the wall.
Their trunks and belongings were being loaded onto the train, Hermione glanced around Hogsmeade station, the large castle in the background would have made a great postcard, too bad that no muggle would ever see it. She sighed and grabbed Harry's arm, he looked at her with a warm smile.
"Let's find us a seat Harry."
Harry nodded, "Good idea," He started to step on to the train when he paused all of a sudden.
Hermione noticing that he had stopped turned and looked at him, "Harry are you all right?" She noticed he was deep in thought.
"I get the sneaky suspicion that we are forgetting something." He looked at her thoughtful.
"We are?" Hermione thought a moment, "We checked the rooms many times before we left, and besides if we did leave anything I'm sure it would be returned to us." She smiled and squeezed his hand affectionately.
Harry nodded with a smile, "Yeah you're probably right. It's probably not important anyway." And with that he stepped onto the train. They were both ready to go forward in their new lives.
The Hogwarts castle stood so very quiet as the last professor there put out the very last light and finally closed and locked the school up tight. There was a faint singing in the entry way from the ceiling above, one would think it was a ghost mourning over a a lost loved one, but if you listen closely you would find that they singing is not about loss of love but of…
"Row, row your boat gently down the stream…" Ron sighed swinging his feet that dangled from a high rafter. "Oh this is going to be a long summer." He shook his head, "Merrily, merrily, merrily, life is but a dream. "
Well that's the end of All That She Wants, Sniffle Its over for good, there will be no sequel. I know its sad but we all must try to move on Grabs tissue . well I hoped you enjoyed this fic and I hope you look for my work of fics to come .Thanks,