Who will i choose? (A Hermione Granger love story)

baby blue and amethyst purple

Hey so this chapter is more about discovering one of Hermione's talents. i really hope you like.

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Amy xXxXx

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Hermione’s back pressed to her door, closing it with a soft click. Excitement still coursing through her veins. Her eyes quickly swept over the room. Her expectation of being attacked be a mass of scarlet and gold - the Gryffindor colours - were gratefully dashed as she took in the room, it was her favourite colours. The whole room was a dusty baby blue, with a hint of light amethyst purple. 

In the centre of the wall opposite the door sat a four poster bed. A guitar case lay on the middle of the bed on top of the blue covers that shimmers slightly from the light coming from the left side of the bed.

Instead of a wall of concrete there was a wall of glass, that looked out over the grounds. Across the tranquil blue lake and over the forbidden forest.

The way the trees swaying in the gentle breeze was mesmerising. The sound of rattling diverted Hermione’s eyes from the thin birch trees and towards the sound.

Hermione quickly found the culprit. Crookshank’s cage sat on top of the desk that was pushed up against the wall opposite her bed. The whole cage was shaking so much that it was moving, slowly but surely towards the edge of the desk. Quickly Hermione pushed herself from her door and towards the cage. She fumbled with it for a moment but eventually undid the latch. The moment the door opened a ball of fur hurled it’s self out of the cage and across the room towards the bed, hissing in annoyance that he could not lie in the middle of the bed because of the guitar case.

After placing the cage under the desk Hermione walked over to the bed, trying not to laugh at the disgruntled cat who continued to hiss at the guitar case as though it were some other cat trying to steal his food.

Hermione took the guitar case from the bed, smiling at crookshank’s who meowed his thanks. Settling him self onto the bed he watched his owner’s every move as she looked down at the case in her hand, as if not sure if she should even be holding.

“I’ll leave you too sleep.” Hermione spoke to the cat. “I’ll be back soon too feed you, okay?.” Hermione stared at the cat for a moment before remembering that he could not reply and making her way back to her door. Guitar in hand.

She gave one last glance back at her home for the next year then slipped out of the room.

When Hermione entered the common room Blaise was no where to be found. Hermione had a brief thought of what his room would look like, but quickly shrugged it away when she saw her heel’s placed on top of the coffee table that sat in front of the fire and had three sofa’s surrounding it.

Hermione placed her self gently on to the sofa, making her self comfortable as she un hooked the latch on her guitar case.

Gently - as though she were holding a guitar made of glass that could brake at the smallest of touches - she took the guitar out and laid it her lap.

She reached over and picked the pluck out from the case, sitting the guitar up onto its side.

Slowly her hands had a life of their own as she began to strum then she let her voice join in.

“You took my hand

You showed me how

You promised me you'd be around

Uh huh

That's right

I took your words

And I believed

In everything

You said to me

Yeah huh

That's right”

“If someone said three years from now

You'd be long gone

I'd stand up and punch them out

Cause they're all wrong

I know better

Cause you said forever

And ever

Who knew”

“Remember when we were such fools

And so convinced and just too cool

Oh no

No no

I wish I could touch you again

I wish I could still call you friend

I'd give anything”

“When someone said count your blessings now

'fore they're long gone

I guess I just didn't know how

I was all wrong

They knew better

Still you said forever

And ever

Who knew”

“Yeah yeah

I'll keep you locked in my head

Until we meet again

Until we

Until we meet again

And I won't forget you my friend

What happened”

“If someone said three years from now

You'd be long gone

I'd stand up and punch them out

Cause they're all wrong and

That last kiss

I'll cherish

Until we meet again

And time makes

It harder

I wish I could remember

But I keep

Your memory

You visit me in my sleep

My darling

Who knew

My darling

My darling

Who knew

My darling

I miss you

My darling

Who knew

Who knew”

Hermione let the last strum fade away by its self as she focused her eyes on the coffee table in front of her. The sound of clapping brought her from her constant stare at the table and she looked up to see a very shock and amazed looking Blaise.

“That was… wow” Blaise complemented.

Hermione looked back down at her guitar  small blush forming on her cheeks. “Thank you” she whispered.

A sudden knock at from the portrait hole startled Hermione and she jumped up from her seat her guitar falling form her lap and hitting the floor. A loud hideous clanging sound filled the room and Hermione recoiled from it. Quickly she grabbed the guitar and gently laid it down on the couch.

In a flash Hermione had made her way across the room and pushed the portrait open. “Oh my Merlin!.” She exclaimed before throwing her self at whoever was on the other side of the portrait