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A Broken Heart by _Keeper_
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Format: Novella
Chapters: 13
Word Count: 26,765
Status: COMPLETED

Rating: 15+
Warnings: Mild Language, Mild Violence, Scenes of a Mild Sexual Nature

Genres: Crossover
Characters: Hermione, Luna, OtherCanon
Pairings: Hermione/OC, Harry/Luna, OC/OC, Other Pairing

First Published: 07/31/2009
Last Chapter: 08/20/2010
Last Updated: 08/25/2010

Summary:
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Narnia-HP Crossover A Hermione Granger-Edmund Pevensie Story. Ron cheated. The classic story of girl finds out, girl runs away, girl get sent--to Narnia? ~ Sequel is now up, check out New Wounds ~
 

Chapter 10: A King's Blush
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XxX

 

Edmund’s walls had been breaking down since that moment. Even Peter noticed a change in his brother; he was happier, enjoying life more. Aslan had been right, Edmund had been missing something, and that was the love of a person who could show him that there was an alternative to hatred and brooding.

 

Peter leaned back in his chair, laughing – it seemed so simple now, why hadn’t he thought of it before?

 

Well, Aslan did say he had to find it on his own accord, no help from anyone else. It had to all come from him.

 

And luckily it did.

 

Now Peter didn’t have to worry about Edmund, now he was free to focus on the Dark Witch.

 

XxX

 

The last few days with Edmund felt like an eternity. We had gotten to know each other in the most intimate ways. He shared his thoughts, his pains, his feelings. He was an open book.

 

It was nice, because it showed that he trusted me.

 

He sincerely trusted me.

 

And just when everything was going alright, a battle was about to begin.

 

But it wasn’t any ordinary battle, no; this one was to save the sisters of the Kings of Narnia.

 

And after we saved them I was to go home.

 

I sighed at the thought, playing with the sleeve of my pale-blue dress I looked up to Tremella who was humming to herself as she fixed my hair.

 

I wasn’t ready to leave, I didn’t want to leave the friends I’d made here, I didn’t want to leave Aslan, and I definitely didn’t want to leave Edmund.

 

But I had to, there was a pending war at home – were more of my friends were at risk.

 

Harry, Luna, Neville, Ginny…Fred and George even, and so many countless others. Minus a certain red-head though, but more so because I was mad at him still. If it came down too it, I would fight even for his bloody life, because he meant something to those close to me.

 

‘There! You look beautiful Hermione!’ Tremella rested her hands on my shoulders, her way of telling me to look into the mirror.

 

She was right as always, I did look beautiful. But then again, all girls were beautiful. For beauty only lies in the beholders eyes, though some might disagree with a persons look or personality there are always others to agree and love a person for who they are. And the latter always blots out the first remarks.

 

Just like Harry and Luna and Edmund did for me. They accepted me for me. And it was the most amazing feeling in the world.

 

A knock came from the door, interrupting my thoughts.

 

‘Come in.’ Tremella called.

 

Armeg opened the door and stepped in, ‘Miss, King Edmund would like you to meet him in the garden after you are done.’

 

My face must have lit up because Armeg smiled brightly, ‘I will tell him you will be down soon then?’

 

I nodded, and looked back into the mirror. What was it with girls and always having to look nice for a guy they liked? I mean, I already knew he liked me, why was I fretting over everything now?

 

‘You look beautiful Hermione, just go to your prince.’ Tremella laughed slightly, and I joined in. Tremella reached for the circlet Edmund had given me and placed in on my head.

 

I looked up to her with questioning eyes.

 

‘It matches, and King Edmund will be happy to see you wearing it.’ Tremella backed up a bit to let me stand; I hugged her and quickly walked out the door, impatient to be with him again.

 

XxX

 

Edmund stood with his back to the door and his arms crossed behind him, his eyes were looking out across the fields.

 

‘Hello.’ I called, as I stepped out from the door, Edmund turned around and his eyes lit up, in an instant he was standing in front of me holding my hands, giving me a quick kiss to show me he missed me.

 

Even thought we had stayed up into the morning hours just talking, and had only been apart for a few hours.

 

‘Hello.’ Edmund’s eyes shone down at me – Tremella had been right about the circlet, he liked seeing me enjoy his gift. Edmund offered me his arm and we started to walk on a path he chosen.       

 

‘Can you believe it’s our last day here?’ I said, the trees were hanging over us, making a canopy of sorts so that we could look up at the sun without getting to hot.

 

‘It feelings like an eternity these last few days.’ Edmund said, looking down at me with a smile, ‘In a good way of course. A perfect way actually.’

 

I smiled, and turned away with my blush.

 

‘So, we leave tomorrow to free your sisters.’ I closed my eyes and shook my head – why did I have to bring up something like that at a moment like this? I was so bloody stupid!

 

Here I was, with the most amazing guy and I started acting so…so….grrrrr…

 

I huffed to myself and Edmund smirked, ‘What is wrong my Hermione?’

 

I pursed my lips, I wasn’t suppose to have huffed aloud, ‘Nothing…just nothing…’

 

The tree nymphs came alive in their colorful petal shapes and started to dance around us. One took a very peculiar interest in the young King.

 

I huffed again, I remembered when I first met Aslan and was so amazed by the nymphs – now I just wanted them gone.

 

The nymph giggled and gently brushed her faux hand against his cheek.

 

I sighed, ‘Is it possible to be jealous of a damn flower thing?’

 

The nymph took that personally, huffing and glowering – if that was even possible for a thing made of petals to do – as she gracefully danced away.

 

Edmund laughed and I had to join him.

 

‘Well once things for sure, I definitely don’t want the flowers to be alive now.’ I said, squeezing his hand playfully.

 

We continued to walk – not quiet sure of our destination yet.

 

I frowned a bit, after we rescued the Queens I would be going home. Away from all this, and my friends, and Edmund. I didn’t want to think about it – but it was reality. And face it, reality never really liked us humans.

 

I sighed thinking back to how I had gotten here.

 

It had all started out with Ron cheating, or sucking Lavender Brown’s face like a vacuum as Luna so vividly put it. Now, thinking back, it made me smile. Luna always had a way of doing that.

 

Hopefully, me being gone for so long would bring Harry and Luna together. I loved them both very dearly and they would just be so perfect together.

 

As for Ron. I didn’t really care now.

 

I looked up to Edmund and smiled, he was so nice and sweet and—

 

I froze. I remembered Pavati reading something in Witch Weekly about guys. After getting out of a relationship most girls were attracted to the first guy they met, in a rebound sort of way.

 

I went into panic mode. No, that wasn’t what Edmund was. Edmund was the guy I wanted to be with. Right?

 

I shook the thought away, of course I was right. Then why wouldn’t that feeling go away?

 

Damn my over working brain.

 

‘What’s wrong?’ Edmund asked, stopping and pulling me in front of him.

 

I could feel the tears building up in my eyes as I nibbled on my lower lip.

 

‘Hermione, you know you can tell me right?’ He pulled me into an embrace and just held me for a second before repeating his first question.

 

‘You don’t know how I got here.’ I said, pulling away and whipping at my eyes.

 

Edmund looked away in thought and then turned back to me, ‘No, I guess I don’t. Out of everything we’ve talked about you think that’s something we would have already covered.’

 

I pulled him over to a shady spot and sat down, motioning for him to do the same.

 

I took a small breath and began, ‘A few months ago I started going with this guy at my school.’

 

I heard Edmund take in an uneasy breath and let it out.

 

‘No, we aren’t together now.’ I reached over and took his hand, pulling it to rest in my lap – giving me something to look at so I didn’t have to meet his curious eyes, ‘But we thought we would stay together, everyone did. But then about a month or so ago I heard a rumor about him cheating on me with a girl named Lavender. They had dated a few years ago; well, not dated so much as used the other for a snogging partner, but I thought it was over. Ron kept saying that nothing was going on and asking me why I didn’t trust him. Well I decided to break things off with him and not more then half an hour later I saw him with her in our House common room snogging like the world was going to end. And that settled everything in my mind. He had cheated.’

 

Edmund laced his fingers with mine and waited for me to continue.

 

‘I ran away and hid for a bit, only to be found by Luna,’ I laughed at the young blonde, just the thought of her made me smile, ‘You would like Luna, she is so out there and genuine. But she found me, and convinced me that I needed to go back so I did but once again I found Ron snogging Lavender and—and I just couldn’t take it and I-I ran.’ I sighed and whipped at my eyes.

 

‘And that’s how you got here.’ Edmund finished for me.

 

I nodded, ‘There was this painting in a room and I just—well I walked through it. Does that even make sense?’

 

Edmund laughed, ‘Well we got here through a wardrobe.’

 

I looked at him puzzled and he just shook his head, ‘A story for another time.’

 

I nodded and looked away, ‘I—I’m just scared that this…this—’ I held up his hand still not meeting his eyes, ‘Isn’t real. That its just a rebound or something and I—’

 

Edmund stopped me and moved his hand up to my face, turning it so that I had to meet his eyes, ‘This, this right here, this is real. Everything happens for a reason. I don’t know what brought you to me, but it wasn’t a mistake.’

 

I shook my head slightly, ‘Yes but—’

 

‘Stop thinking, what do you feel? What does your heart feel?’ It was a cheesy line found in children’s stories, but I could see his eyes were sincere in what he had said.

 

I looked up to meet his warm eyes which had softened so much since I first met him, ‘That this is true.’

 

‘Then that’s all you need to know. Cling on to that and we will be just fine.’ Edmund wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer to that.

 

‘What about when I go back?’ I whispered, mostly to myself, as my voice cracked.

 

‘We’ll find each other. Maybe not soon, but I will find you. Trust me on that. I will find you.’ And that was the last we talked of it.

 

XxX

 

‘Are we ready to move out?’ Peter asked Edmund. The army was ready to march out, and the Kings were on their horses, Peter’s a beautiful white stallion and Edmund’s a chestnut with a white diamond on his forehead.

 

Edmund nodded and whistled. The army started forward. Aslan right by the two Kings of Narnia. We were going out to fight, and we would come back victorious.

 

My coal-black mare, named Mry, walked slowly along side the Kings. It was the honor spot, and the mare seemed to know it, she pranced practically with her head high – it was sort of embarrassing.

 

Edmund looked over at me and smiled. He wore the outfit of a king, from his silver mesh and armor with Narnia’s crest on it in red – his shield bore the same emblem – to his silver circlet fixed into his thick black hair. But his grin was that of a boy smitten with a girl.

 

I smiled and looked down at my own outfit. I swear, girls weren’t allowed to wear pants anywhere around here. I was in my red dress and flats; the comb with the crest of Narnia on it was pinned in my hair.

 

We rode for miles until we came to a hill were I could make out a castle just barley against the growing night-sky.

 

‘We stop and make camp here for tonight.’ Peter said, dismounting. Edmund followed suite and gave another three whistles. A few people called back to him the same way.

 

Apparently they had gotten the message.

 

In practically no time all the tents were up. I stood with Peter and Edmund in the commander’s tent as they discussed strategy.

 

‘We can try and aerial attack.’ Edmund suggested as they looked over the map.

 

‘They might see us.’ Peter said shaking his head.

 

‘Not if its at night High King.’ One of the commander’s offered, pointing out a way they could take.

 

‘True, true, we will talk of this in the morning. Right now the best thing for the men is to get some sleep.’ Peter stood and bid his commanders good night, Edmund and I followed suite and then followed Peter outside.

 

And then it dawned on me, ‘Were am I suppose to go for tonight?’

 

Apparently the kings hadn’t thought of that either. They looked at me with surprised eyes.

 

‘I—I hadn’t thought of that. Usually we have Susan and Lucy with us and you could bunk with them, but I-I guess we didn’t think about it…’

 

I thought for a second, I could sleep outside for tonight next to the fire, it was warm and the sky was crystal clear so no rain should surprise me. I glanced over at the castle in the distance; it stood menacingly in the dark.

 

I shuttered slightly, maybe sleeping outside was out.

 

‘Y-you can stay in—in my tent if-if you like.’ Edmund’s voice stuttered.

 

I turned to him, questioningly, ‘Would you be alright with that?’

 

Edmund nodded.

 

Peter looked too tired to care, ‘Alright, settled. But Edmund know that I’m a tent down, do nothing that you wouldn’t want a boy doing with Lu or Su, alright?’

 

Edmund looked away with a blush and nodded.

 

That was good enough for Peter; he bid us good night and headed for his tent.

 

Edmund offered me his hand shyly and we started towards his tent. I smiled slightly at his awkwardness.

 

I knew he would never do anything to make me uncomfortable, I trusted him completely, and it was so cute at how awkward he was being about everything.

 

The tent was basked in the fires glow and warm from it too, and I felt it once I walked into the room.

 

It was just like a room in the palace, with its nice floor and a small settee-like bed with Edmund’s full armor on a stand in the corner, his shield and sword next to it and a trunk next to that.

 

I dropped Edmund’s hand and started towards the door, ‘Oh, I have to get my trunk and—’

 

‘Its already here.’ Edmund said with his eyes down.

 

I smiled, ‘Wow, you must be magic to have done that so fast since we just got here. But wait, you don’t have a wand.’

 

‘I would never do anything to make you uncomfortable.’ Edmund replied quickly.

 

I nodded, ‘I know that, but what—’

 

‘I knew Peter forgot the tent because I held with setting them all up while you were helping with the horses. I saw he didn’t bring one for you and knew you would need a place to stay, and I didn’t want you staying out side so when they asked were to put your trunk I just said my room.’

 

My mouth was slightly open; he had said practically that whole thing in one breath.

 

‘Sorry, I shouldn’t have assumed—’

 

‘It’s fine.’ I said, walking over and wrapping my arms around his waist, ‘But were am I going to sleep?’

 

Ha, I caught him on one thing he hadn’t thought of.

 

‘I’ll grab the floor, you can have the bed.’ He said, running his hand through his hair and pulling out the circlet.

 

I smiled, ‘Hey, you want to see a magic trick?’ I said flirtatiously.

 

Edmund smiled and nodded.

 

I pulled my wand out and stepped back a bit, ‘Twinserly Complete!’

 

The bed duplicated and Edmund’s eyes grew big. I had been very careful with the magic I had done around him, only small things here and there, so I was kind of worried at his reaction.

 

‘So what do you—’

 

‘That was so wicked!’ Edmund said, still staring in amazement.

 

I laughed, ‘Well that’s a good thing. Can you go outside for a minute? I just want to change before going to bed.’

 

I saw Edmund blush; he nodded and went out the tent flaps, making sure they were closed tightly before he went completely out.

 

I smiled and walked over to the trunk; I pulled out my simple white nightdress and quietly slipped into it. Lastly I took out the comb and placed it carefully into my trunk.

 

I was just about to place my wand next to it, but chose not to and tucked it into my sleeve once more.

 

‘You can come back in now.’ I called to Edmund.

 

He came back in with his eyes down, trying to be discrete.

 

I laughed, ‘I’m covered. You can look at me you know.’

 

He looked up and let a small smile spread across his face.

 

‘Your turn, do you want me to go out?’ I said, standing up and taking a step towards the door.

 

Edmund shook his head fiercely, ‘No, no, there is a group of guards out there and I really wouldn’t be comfortable with you out there alone.’

 

‘Aw, my King protects me too!’ I clasped my hands together dramatically and sighed.

 

‘Ha-ha.’ Edmund said and walked over to his trunk.

 

‘Do you want me to close my eyes or something?’ I only pushed the subject because he seemed like a very discrete person. Well, given he was the one that had planned on me staying in his tent tonight…

 

‘If you want, sure.’ He said. But before I could answer he had pulled his shirt off.

 

I felt so stupid since all I did was stand there and stare, but that was all I could do.

 

Most girls were in love with the Quidditch boys not for the sport but for what it did to their form. Well they could enjoy it all they wanted, because being a King and a Knight was what I preferred more.

 

Edmund was perfect, he was skinny and tall but his arms and shoulders were toned as was his stomach.

 

Edmund smirked; I had been caught, ‘Staring at me?’

 

I shook my head, ‘No.’

 

‘Liar.’ He said, he pulled a loose white tunic over his head and left on his shorts. He moved over to his bed and pulled back the covers, ‘You might want to get some sleep, we have a busy day tomorrow. And I’ll see if I can squeeze in some more time for you to stare opened mouth at me.’

 

I threw my pillow at him, ‘Jerk.’

 

‘Yes, but a very cute jerk.’

 

‘Touché.’ I said, and tucked my feet under the covers, he tossed me back my pillow and just in that moment it started to rain and a roll of thunder sounded.

 

Apparently I had been wrong about the no chance of rain thing tonight. Thank God I was inside.

 

I saw Edmund smile across to me, ‘It’s just a little rain, don’t worry. You won’t get wet in here.’ And with that he curled down into his bed and closed his eyes.

 

I smiled over at him, he looked so in peace, but then the thunder sounded again and I jumped, grabbing my pillow as I went.

 

I hated thunder storms, I was even worse around lighting.

 

I curled my knees up under me and hugged my pillow.

 

This was going to be a long night.

 

XxX

 

Pronunciation:

 

Mry – (Mmm-rye)

 

Twinserly Complete – (Twins-early Complete)
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