Guys, this is my first fan fic ever. It starts off awful, but by chapter 6
or 7, it goes great!!! Nice plot line, even though the writing talent
sucks!! Disclaimer: JKR is brilliant, and I love her characters. I am not
stealing them. They are hers!! So please read, enjoy, and review!!! It will
mean the world to me!!
Hermione stepped off the train, let out a long breath, and smiled. This was going to be THE year, HER year. She had decided over the summer that life was too good to waste studying. She was cutting back a little. No, Hermione was going to have fun at her last year at Hogwarts. She was Head Girl, of course, and surprisingly Harry Potter had become Head Boy. Naturally, they had thought that Draco Malfoy would be selected because of Snape's influence on Dumbledore. But Harry had gotten the badge and they had to share the Head Dormitory. Hermione was overjoyed. She'd had a crush on Harry since the end of their first year, but she had done a good job of hiding it. Over the last year, however, she had actually fallen in love with Harry. She found a carriage that seemed empty and looked in. Harry was in it alone.
"Hey!" she said. "Where's Ron?"
"He had Dumbledore's permission to stay home 'cause he was really sick and they couldn't find an antidote to whatever he's got," Harry explained. "He'll be back this week, hopefully."
"Oh," she said. "Mind if I sit?"
He shook his head. She got in, and the carriages started moving towards the castle. "Mione?"
"Yeah?"
"Never mind."
"What?"
"Nothing, really." They sat quietly until the carriages stopped. "Hey, I have to go find Draco and give him a detention for turning up at school. That's a good enough reason, right?"
Hermione laughed. "Draco?" she asked. "Since when were you on first name terms?"
"Sorry. I meant to say Malfoy."
"You go do that," she said.
"You're not going to stop me?" Harry asked. "Usually you would."
"Not today."
Then Harry did something unexpected. He leaned over and kissed
Hermione.
BUT ON THE LIPS! Then he winked at Hermione and left.
Hermione was in complete shock. She was scared to lick her lips. "What was that all about?" she asked herself out loud. She knew Harry wasn't romantic. He'd kissed Cho Chang once in their 5th year, but that was all, or else he would have told her. They were best friends. Hermione decided she would sit at the opposite end of the table from Harry for the dinner feast. She was scared to approach him, yet she wanted him.
She set out towards the castle. She ate her dinner in silence, despite Ginny poking her in the arm and asking her what was wrong.
She found the Head Dormitory quickly and changed into her pajamas. She lay in bed for a moment, thinking and rethinking over the events of the day. She heard the door open and close and Harry call, "Hermione!" She closed her eyes immediately in case Harry came in. He knocked on the door. Hermione went numb.
He wants to talk to me, she thought. He can't just be knocking to see if someone's in here so he can take the room. There's a nameplate on the door. He knows I'm in here. She decided to face her fears.
"Come in," she said in a hoarse voice. The door opened and Harry stepped in. He sat on the end of the bed.
"I wanted to talk to you," he said. Hermione nodded. "I'm sorry if I shocked you today. But I've been meaning to do that for so long now."
"Really?" asked Hermione. "I thought you didn't want to have any romance since Sirius died." Oh my God, she thought. That was so outright. I couldn't have said this out loud five minutes ago. I'm speaking my thoughts out loud to my crush. I'm nuts.
"Yeah, well, I think it's time I got over it," he said. "Just like my parents."
"Good for you," she said.
"Anyway," he continued, "I was wondering if you wanted to go to Hogsmeade next week with me."
"As a date?" she asked.
"Sure," said Harry. Hermione couldn't conceal her excitement.
"Definitely!" she burst out. "I've liked you since the first year here."
"That's good." He kissed her on the forehead and left. "Goodnight, mudblood."
Hermione whirled around. "What did you call me?"
His eyes grew wide. "Just kidding."
"That's what I thought," said Hermione. "Good night, scarhead."
Hermione stepped off the train, let out a long breath, and smiled. This was going to be THE year, HER year. She had decided over the summer that life was too good to waste studying. She was cutting back a little. No, Hermione was going to have fun at her last year at Hogwarts. She was Head Girl, of course, and surprisingly Harry Potter had become Head Boy. Naturally, they had thought that Draco Malfoy would be selected because of Snape's influence on Dumbledore. But Harry had gotten the badge and they had to share the Head Dormitory. Hermione was overjoyed. She'd had a crush on Harry since the end of their first year, but she had done a good job of hiding it. Over the last year, however, she had actually fallen in love with Harry. She found a carriage that seemed empty and looked in. Harry was in it alone.
"Hey!" she said. "Where's Ron?"
"He had Dumbledore's permission to stay home 'cause he was really sick and they couldn't find an antidote to whatever he's got," Harry explained. "He'll be back this week, hopefully."
"Oh," she said. "Mind if I sit?"
He shook his head. She got in, and the carriages started moving towards the castle. "Mione?"
"Yeah?"
"Never mind."
"What?"
"Nothing, really." They sat quietly until the carriages stopped. "Hey, I have to go find Draco and give him a detention for turning up at school. That's a good enough reason, right?"
Hermione laughed. "Draco?" she asked. "Since when were you on first name terms?"
"Sorry. I meant to say Malfoy."
"You go do that," she said.
"You're not going to stop me?" Harry asked. "Usually you would."
"Not today."
Then Harry did something unexpected. He leaned over and kissed
Hermione.
BUT ON THE LIPS! Then he winked at Hermione and left.
Hermione was in complete shock. She was scared to lick her lips. "What was that all about?" she asked herself out loud. She knew Harry wasn't romantic. He'd kissed Cho Chang once in their 5th year, but that was all, or else he would have told her. They were best friends. Hermione decided she would sit at the opposite end of the table from Harry for the dinner feast. She was scared to approach him, yet she wanted him.
She set out towards the castle. She ate her dinner in silence, despite Ginny poking her in the arm and asking her what was wrong.
She found the Head Dormitory quickly and changed into her pajamas. She lay in bed for a moment, thinking and rethinking over the events of the day. She heard the door open and close and Harry call, "Hermione!" She closed her eyes immediately in case Harry came in. He knocked on the door. Hermione went numb.
He wants to talk to me, she thought. He can't just be knocking to see if someone's in here so he can take the room. There's a nameplate on the door. He knows I'm in here. She decided to face her fears.
"Come in," she said in a hoarse voice. The door opened and Harry stepped in. He sat on the end of the bed.
"I wanted to talk to you," he said. Hermione nodded. "I'm sorry if I shocked you today. But I've been meaning to do that for so long now."
"Really?" asked Hermione. "I thought you didn't want to have any romance since Sirius died." Oh my God, she thought. That was so outright. I couldn't have said this out loud five minutes ago. I'm speaking my thoughts out loud to my crush. I'm nuts.
"Yeah, well, I think it's time I got over it," he said. "Just like my parents."
"Good for you," she said.
"Anyway," he continued, "I was wondering if you wanted to go to Hogsmeade next week with me."
"As a date?" she asked.
"Sure," said Harry. Hermione couldn't conceal her excitement.
"Definitely!" she burst out. "I've liked you since the first year here."
"That's good." He kissed her on the forehead and left. "Goodnight, mudblood."
Hermione whirled around. "What did you call me?"
His eyes grew wide. "Just kidding."
"That's what I thought," said Hermione. "Good night, scarhead."