008. Passion - April/May - Rambles & Snippets - Fiction[NET]
It was everywhere you looked, everywhere you went. It was in those books you could buy at the airport and news agencies for under $5, it was in those womans magazines and on TV in everything from video clips to the soaps. It was hard to get away from, if you didn't want to see any of it anymore, or hear about it anymore, but it was also a little hard to get hold of, if you usually didn't mix in such things, or if you were the kind who'd be embarrassed to buy, watch or go to see such a thing.
She wanted to know more about it, in a way that felt dirty, but it couldn't be as such since it seemed like everyone else knew everything there was to know already, so it couldn't be that bad to know, could it? It was socially accepted if everyone knew it, almost common knowledge! ...Except to those who knew nothing. This was the sort of thing you couldn't read in books. Well...you could...if you had such books...but the school library had no such thing, and her parents knew of all her books and she didn't want the trouble of having to hide it, of having to hide anything from her parents!
This is where she felt a little hurt. Hurt that her mother had never sat her down and had 'the talk' with her. Also hurt that although the other girls spoke of it at school, they spoke about it at a different level than she could understand. They left out the basics, and without them their talk was like it was mostly in another language, just in English at the same time...
This was something Hermione wasn't a know-it-all about.
Passion. It intrigued her. With the few boys she had been with, she hadn't experienced anything of the sort she expected it to be like. It certainly wasn't as how it looked like in those few movies she had seen, or in the soaps her mother watched, so what was it like? One day, perhaps, she would find out. She would wait until the perfect male came to her, and then she would experience it in its finest.
She knew already though, with him, she would feel it. That was why she could hug Harry, even kiss his cheek hello or goodbye...but with him? No, she could never even hug him, because she knew if she did, she'd never want to let go, and she wouldn't be able to force herself to. And he would probably hate it and shove her away and be embarrassed for the both of them.
Ron Weasley. Hermione sighed, admittedly a little childishly. His fire red hair, the very symbol of passion. One day she would sample it, at the very last chance perhaps, just before they faced Voldemort so in case he pushed her away and broke her heart, Voldemort would stop all the pain anyway a moment later. Yes.
<--- 007. Not Human || 009. Hurt --->
She wanted to know more about it, in a way that felt dirty, but it couldn't be as such since it seemed like everyone else knew everything there was to know already, so it couldn't be that bad to know, could it? It was socially accepted if everyone knew it, almost common knowledge! ...Except to those who knew nothing. This was the sort of thing you couldn't read in books. Well...you could...if you had such books...but the school library had no such thing, and her parents knew of all her books and she didn't want the trouble of having to hide it, of having to hide anything from her parents!
This is where she felt a little hurt. Hurt that her mother had never sat her down and had 'the talk' with her. Also hurt that although the other girls spoke of it at school, they spoke about it at a different level than she could understand. They left out the basics, and without them their talk was like it was mostly in another language, just in English at the same time...
This was something Hermione wasn't a know-it-all about.
Passion. It intrigued her. With the few boys she had been with, she hadn't experienced anything of the sort she expected it to be like. It certainly wasn't as how it looked like in those few movies she had seen, or in the soaps her mother watched, so what was it like? One day, perhaps, she would find out. She would wait until the perfect male came to her, and then she would experience it in its finest.
She knew already though, with him, she would feel it. That was why she could hug Harry, even kiss his cheek hello or goodbye...but with him? No, she could never even hug him, because she knew if she did, she'd never want to let go, and she wouldn't be able to force herself to. And he would probably hate it and shove her away and be embarrassed for the both of them.
Ron Weasley. Hermione sighed, admittedly a little childishly. His fire red hair, the very symbol of passion. One day she would sample it, at the very last chance perhaps, just before they faced Voldemort so in case he pushed her away and broke her heart, Voldemort would stop all the pain anyway a moment later. Yes.
<--- 007. Not Human || 009. Hurt --->