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[Harry Potter] Knights and princesses
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Title: Knights and princesses
Pairing/Character: Harry/Hermione
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 448
AN: I - uh. Like changing canon? hahaha. I hope what I intended manages to be conveyed concerning knights and princesses and Hermione's role in both; I'll admit, I had absolutely no concept for this thing until halfway through. Hence it being the long thing that it is. Oops?
'Hermy-own-ninny.' He pauses, looking clumsy in his attempt to be bold. 'Are you going to the dance vith anybody?'
'Um. Not that I know of.'
'Good, good.' There's another pause just as she spots Harry down the hall, a stack of books held precariously in his arms. He waves with his free hand and she quickly begins to gather her materials together.
The question takes her off guard: 'Vould you do me the honour of going vith me, then?'
'Oh!'
*
It's fourth year, and Krum's just asked her to the ball.
But it isn't their conversation she thinks about. Nor is it his handsome jawline or his hands or the way he flies during a Quidditch match. She worries her bottom lip, remembering the dark-haired boy with the round glasses waving at her from down the hall.
The tournament's far from over and he needs her.
Halfway through a lesson on the exploitation of Demiguises (their pelts being highly valued for the use of weaving into Invisibility Cloaks), Harry comes into the classroom, mumbling apologies before searching out the room. When their eyes meet (his going alight at once), he smiles and makes his way over. His hair is tousled in that impossible way of his, and his robes are in disarray from a hasty attempt to avoid tardiness.
'What'd I miss?'
It hits her.
*
Her hands are cold. She tries not to shiver in her impossibly thin dress the colour of blushing cheeks - but she can't help it.
'Are you cold?'
'What? Oh, no. Thank you, Viktor.'
He leads her on to the dance floor, and she wishes she were wearing armour for all the times Viktor fails to miss her toes.
*
Later, Harry appears grinning stupidly, and she can't help but notice the shape of his jaw as she glances up at him through her eyelashes.
'Where's your date?'
'Getting us drinks,' she replies. 'And yours?'
He gestures to a couple at the far end of the hall and lets out a breath of relief.
'That awful, hmm?'
'Wouldn't stop talking.'
She laughs and seconds later, he joins in.
*
'Dance with me, Hermione?'
She gets up, her skirts sweeping across the floor as he leads her towards the middle.
'I thought you'd never ask.'
*
Hermione isn't the sort of girl who indulges in silly (illogical) girlish fantasies.
Knights in their shining armour and princesses needing to be saved, as far as she's concerned, are only for other people.
She considers herself quite above that.
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ninkasaTitle: Knights and princesses
Pairing/Character: Harry/Hermione
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 448
AN: I - uh. Like changing canon? hahaha. I hope what I intended manages to be conveyed concerning knights and princesses and Hermione's role in both; I'll admit, I had absolutely no concept for this thing until halfway through. Hence it being the long thing that it is. Oops?
'Hermy-own-ninny.' He pauses, looking clumsy in his attempt to be bold. 'Are you going to the dance vith anybody?'
'Um. Not that I know of.'
'Good, good.' There's another pause just as she spots Harry down the hall, a stack of books held precariously in his arms. He waves with his free hand and she quickly begins to gather her materials together.
The question takes her off guard: 'Vould you do me the honour of going vith me, then?'
'Oh!'
*
It's fourth year, and Krum's just asked her to the ball.
But it isn't their conversation she thinks about. Nor is it his handsome jawline or his hands or the way he flies during a Quidditch match. She worries her bottom lip, remembering the dark-haired boy with the round glasses waving at her from down the hall.
The tournament's far from over and he needs her.
Halfway through a lesson on the exploitation of Demiguises (their pelts being highly valued for the use of weaving into Invisibility Cloaks), Harry comes into the classroom, mumbling apologies before searching out the room. When their eyes meet (his going alight at once), he smiles and makes his way over. His hair is tousled in that impossible way of his, and his robes are in disarray from a hasty attempt to avoid tardiness.
'What'd I miss?'
It hits her.
*
Her hands are cold. She tries not to shiver in her impossibly thin dress the colour of blushing cheeks - but she can't help it.
'Are you cold?'
'What? Oh, no. Thank you, Viktor.'
He leads her on to the dance floor, and she wishes she were wearing armour for all the times Viktor fails to miss her toes.
*
Later, Harry appears grinning stupidly, and she can't help but notice the shape of his jaw as she glances up at him through her eyelashes.
'Where's your date?'
'Getting us drinks,' she replies. 'And yours?'
He gestures to a couple at the far end of the hall and lets out a breath of relief.
'That awful, hmm?'
'Wouldn't stop talking.'
She laughs and seconds later, he joins in.
*
'Dance with me, Hermione?'
She gets up, her skirts sweeping across the floor as he leads her towards the middle.
'I thought you'd never ask.'
*
Hermione isn't the sort of girl who indulges in silly (illogical) girlish fantasies.
Knights in their shining armour and princesses needing to be saved, as far as she's concerned, are only for other people.
She considers herself quite above that.