Just a Little Homework
Author- Sarah
E-Mail- Hermione4Harry@aol.com
Disclaimer- I unfortunatly don't own any of it, well except for maybe the plot. Although I do wish I owned Daniel Radcliffe and Sean Biggerstaff :D
Rating- PG-13, b/c im not sure how it will turn out
Summary- Hermione and Harry spend some time together in the wee hours of the morning.
Authors Note- My first fic ever!! I wanted my first fic to be something I absolutely love, and I don't think I love anything more than I do Harry and Hermione. Anywhoo pardon my spelling and grammar.. I don't exactly have good grades in English. Feedback is much appreciated! Just please if your going to flame me.. don't make it to harsh.
Chapter 1 -While your sleeping
It was a stormy night in the beginning of September. School has started only a week ago and the teachers were already piling on the homework. Harry sat in the common room, across from the toasty burning fire, working on his Potions paper. Snape had added on a few extra pages to Harry's report because he had been late to class. He quickly looked up from his paper, setting down his quill to give his hand a bit of a rest. He had been up for hours trying to finish. He quickly glanced around the Gryffindor common room. 'Not a soul around, must be pretty late' he thought, and with that he glanced up at the rather large Witch-hat shaped clock above the mantle of the fireplace. He could barely make out what the clock read, for his eyes were massively blury. He rested his book and paper on the floor below him and looked into the fire hoping the light of it would wake him up a bit. He knew he should go to sleep, but he had to finish the paper or he would just get into more trouble. His eyes were getting heavy, and he yawned repeatedly. 'Maybe I'll just close my eyes for a minute' he thought to himself. He closed his eyes and drifted into la la land, dreaming about Dumbledore-knows-what.
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Hermione suddenly bolted upright in her bed. Sweat dripping from her face and her hands rapidly shaking. As she arose from her bed, she tried to remember the frightful bightmare she had been having, but was having trouble remembering it. She knew it must have been something terrible, because she had never awoken from a nightmare before. She stroded over to the window, which was flashing with great light due to the lightning, and grabbed her robe off the back of her desk chair, accidently knocking over a picture of her and Harry at Hogsmeade one day last year. She smiled inwardly as she picked up the picture, remebering the great time she had had with Harry that day. As she set the picture back on top her desk she rummaged for her favorite book, 'Hogwarts: A History'. "A little reading should help me get my mind off things," she said to herself quietly not wanting to wake anyone else up. She grabbed her slippers and carefully trying to be quiet walked out of her room. She walked down the stairs to the common room noticing the fire was still burning. 'Someone must have forgotten to put it out' she thought. She walked over to one of the couches, stumbling a bit, due to the fact she was still extremely tired. When she was about to sit down, she noticed a dark-haired boy curled up on a couch across the room. 'That mop of hair looks awfully familiar' Hermione thought to herself. The dark-haired boy tossed and turned, finally finding a comfortable position, which was allowing the light from the fire to shine perfectly on his face, allowing Hermione to recognize the black frames, and messy mop of hair known as Harry Potter. She sat down quietly not wanting to wake him, and opened up her book. She was finding it very hard to read for some odd reason, she kept glancing at him out of the corner of her eye, until finally giving in and setting the book down. Watching him peacefully sleep made Hermione smile. 'He looks so peaceful, and kind of cute too' she thought, then shaking her head to get that thought out of her mind. 'Whoa, where did that thought come from?' she said to herself, 'I cant think of Harry that way, it would be just weird.' She glanced at him again but this time didn't look away.
Looking up at the clock, Hermione realised she had been watching Harry sleep for well over an hour. 'What is wrong with me' scolding herself. Then a sudden loud thunder sounded, with bright flashes of lightning following it. Hermione barely even noticed the sound and light, but Harry did. He suddenly opened his emarald green eyes wondering what I was that had awoken him. Suddenly he found himself staring into milky brown eyes that belonged to no other than Hermione Granger.
To be continued.
Author- Sarah
E-Mail- Hermione4Harry@aol.com
Disclaimer- I unfortunatly don't own any of it, well except for maybe the plot. Although I do wish I owned Daniel Radcliffe and Sean Biggerstaff :D
Rating- PG-13, b/c im not sure how it will turn out
Summary- Hermione and Harry spend some time together in the wee hours of the morning.
Authors Note- My first fic ever!! I wanted my first fic to be something I absolutely love, and I don't think I love anything more than I do Harry and Hermione. Anywhoo pardon my spelling and grammar.. I don't exactly have good grades in English. Feedback is much appreciated! Just please if your going to flame me.. don't make it to harsh.
Chapter 1 -While your sleeping
It was a stormy night in the beginning of September. School has started only a week ago and the teachers were already piling on the homework. Harry sat in the common room, across from the toasty burning fire, working on his Potions paper. Snape had added on a few extra pages to Harry's report because he had been late to class. He quickly looked up from his paper, setting down his quill to give his hand a bit of a rest. He had been up for hours trying to finish. He quickly glanced around the Gryffindor common room. 'Not a soul around, must be pretty late' he thought, and with that he glanced up at the rather large Witch-hat shaped clock above the mantle of the fireplace. He could barely make out what the clock read, for his eyes were massively blury. He rested his book and paper on the floor below him and looked into the fire hoping the light of it would wake him up a bit. He knew he should go to sleep, but he had to finish the paper or he would just get into more trouble. His eyes were getting heavy, and he yawned repeatedly. 'Maybe I'll just close my eyes for a minute' he thought to himself. He closed his eyes and drifted into la la land, dreaming about Dumbledore-knows-what.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Hermione suddenly bolted upright in her bed. Sweat dripping from her face and her hands rapidly shaking. As she arose from her bed, she tried to remember the frightful bightmare she had been having, but was having trouble remembering it. She knew it must have been something terrible, because she had never awoken from a nightmare before. She stroded over to the window, which was flashing with great light due to the lightning, and grabbed her robe off the back of her desk chair, accidently knocking over a picture of her and Harry at Hogsmeade one day last year. She smiled inwardly as she picked up the picture, remebering the great time she had had with Harry that day. As she set the picture back on top her desk she rummaged for her favorite book, 'Hogwarts: A History'. "A little reading should help me get my mind off things," she said to herself quietly not wanting to wake anyone else up. She grabbed her slippers and carefully trying to be quiet walked out of her room. She walked down the stairs to the common room noticing the fire was still burning. 'Someone must have forgotten to put it out' she thought. She walked over to one of the couches, stumbling a bit, due to the fact she was still extremely tired. When she was about to sit down, she noticed a dark-haired boy curled up on a couch across the room. 'That mop of hair looks awfully familiar' Hermione thought to herself. The dark-haired boy tossed and turned, finally finding a comfortable position, which was allowing the light from the fire to shine perfectly on his face, allowing Hermione to recognize the black frames, and messy mop of hair known as Harry Potter. She sat down quietly not wanting to wake him, and opened up her book. She was finding it very hard to read for some odd reason, she kept glancing at him out of the corner of her eye, until finally giving in and setting the book down. Watching him peacefully sleep made Hermione smile. 'He looks so peaceful, and kind of cute too' she thought, then shaking her head to get that thought out of her mind. 'Whoa, where did that thought come from?' she said to herself, 'I cant think of Harry that way, it would be just weird.' She glanced at him again but this time didn't look away.
Looking up at the clock, Hermione realised she had been watching Harry sleep for well over an hour. 'What is wrong with me' scolding herself. Then a sudden loud thunder sounded, with bright flashes of lightning following it. Hermione barely even noticed the sound and light, but Harry did. He suddenly opened his emarald green eyes wondering what I was that had awoken him. Suddenly he found himself staring into milky brown eyes that belonged to no other than Hermione Granger.
To be continued.