She was walking towards him in the rain. He could see she had been crying, but he didn't know why. He longed to hold her, she was so beautiful. Water ran down his face as he hurried towards her. Finally, their bodies met and emotions exploded. He held her in a tight embrace, never wanting to let go. She cried, but now they were tears of joy, for she was where she belonged; in the saftey of his arms.
"I love you," He said softly, gently caressing her flushed cheeks.
"I love you too," She whispered with a genuine smile.
He leaned down slowly, never wanting the moment to end. This was heaven, and he was holding a beautiful angel. He closed his eyes, waiting for his lips to meet hers.
His eyes shot open, and Harry Potter found himself alone in the Gryffindor common room. He must have fallen asleep while doing his homework again. He mentally scolded himself as he gathered his books and put them away. There was no way he was going to finish his work now, it was far too late. Harry heard the clock strike 3 as he dragged himself up the stairs.
His breathing was still heavy from the dream as he lay down in his bed. It was odd how real it seemed. The rain, the girl...he could have sworn he was standing right there. He'd had dreams about her before, but none quite like this. It made him uneasy; Did he really have feelings for her? Before he could dwell on the question for too long, he fell quietly into a dreamless sleep.
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"Harry, get up! I need to borrow your Potions notes!" Ron roughly shook Harry's shoulder. Harry groaned before sitting up and reaching blindly for his glasses.
"Sorry, mate, but I fell alseep before I could even get that far. You're gonna have to go to Hermione for that one." He grumbled.
Ron heaved a sigh. They both knew perfectly well what hell Hermione was going to give them before allowing them to read over her perfect notes. Sometimes having a perfectionist as a best friend wasn't such a bad thing.
Ron and Harry quickly hurried down to breakfast after quickly changing their robes and attempting to tame their out of control hair. They found Hermione sitting, as usual, eating a muffin with her nose burried deep inside a large book. As she noted their arrival, she lifted her head and smiled.
"Hi guys!" She greeted them cheerfully.
Harry's breath caught in his throat. Soft curls framed her face as her brown eyes lit up with enthusiasm. Her smile could make anyone's day and Harry felt his knees go weak.
"This is not happening," He thought to himself. "I can not be falling for Hermione."
"Morning, 'Mione!" Ron replied as he sat down. Harry quitely sat down, feeling nauseous. Hermione and Ron exchanged confused glances.
"Something wrong, Harry? You don't look so good," She said with concern. She placed her hand gently on his forehead as he shivered at her touch.
"You're hot!" She said. Then her cheeks flushed and she giggled. "I mean, your forehead is warm! Well, you know what I mean. Maybe you should go see Madame Pomfrey."
"That's okay," He responded with a small smile, "I feel all right." Hermione hesitated, but believed him.
"Fine, but I don't want you throwing up on my clean robes," She joked.
Harry laughed and looked towards Ron. Not surprisingly, Ron wasn't paying attention to any of their conversation because of the food that had just appeared in front of him.
"So, Hermione, I assume you did your potions homework?" Harry said.
"Harry James Potter, you are a bad student," She said in a mock tone. "How many times do I have to tell you that if you don't do your homework, I'm not letting you copy mine?"
"Well, you've told me that about a million times, but that never stops you from letting me just take a peek at it.." He said with a smirk.
"No, Harry, not this time. I'm not letting you get away with not doing your homework again." Hermione said.
"But Hermione, I have a good excuse!" Harry pleaded.
"What's your great excuse this time?" Hermione asked sarcastically.
"I...fell asleep." He said with a sheepish grin. "Okay so it's not such a great excuse, but if you let me see it then I'll owe you one and I'll never ask you for your notes again."
"Harry, you say that every time, but fine. You know how bad it makes me feel, but....just take them before I change my mind." Hermione said, defeated.
"Thanks, 'Mione, you're the best!" Harry smiled. He snatched the notes up as he hurried out of the Great Hall.
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"...So I told Percy that if he didn't shut the hell up, I'd set Fred's poisonus butterfly on him!"
The three wizards were walking back to the Gryffindor Common room after their classes were over. As usual, Ron was telling one of his crazy stories that Hermione and Harry desperately tried to follow. But the carefree atmosphere was suddenly shattered with one word.
"Potter."
Cold and quiet, the sound made a sick feeling set in the pit of Harry's stomach. All three of them knew exactly who was behind them even before turning around.
"Malfoy," Harry said, surprisngly calm. "What do you want?"
"Aw, why the hostility, mate?" Malfoy asked. "Can't I say hello to you without you jumping at my throat?"
"No, Malfoy, you can't," Hermione jumped in. "Now just leave us alone before---"
"Before what, Mudblood?" Malfoy took a step towards Hermione. "Before what?"
Hermione's eyes grew wide. Tears quickly began to form, but she forced them back. She opened her mouth to speak, but no sound came out.
"Leave her alone," Harry snarled. Draco smirked, but didn't budge. "I said leave her alone," Harry repeated, glare hardening.
"Potter is going to save his little mudblood girlfriend. That's sweet."
Harry's cheeks quickly flushed from embarrasment as his eyes darted towards the floor.
"She's not my girlfriend," He muttered, and Draco snorted.
"Well, whatever. I'll leave you two to go fuck in the common room or something. Have a good night!" Draco laughed as he turned and walked off.
Even Hermione blushed at this comment, but quickly tried to hide her discomfort.
"Come on, guys, let's go," Ron said, breaking the akward silence. They started off towards the common room, Ron keeping them entertained with his stories. But now, Harry and Hermione were more focused on other thoughts...
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A/N: Will Harry ever tell Hermione his true feelings for her? HOW WILL THIS STORY END? (or continue?) To find out, just review and tell me what you think thus far..more will be added shortly! BUT GO REVIEW AND I'LL GIVE YOU A COOKIE...that's right. You know you want one. Until next time....adios!
"I love you," He said softly, gently caressing her flushed cheeks.
"I love you too," She whispered with a genuine smile.
He leaned down slowly, never wanting the moment to end. This was heaven, and he was holding a beautiful angel. He closed his eyes, waiting for his lips to meet hers.
His eyes shot open, and Harry Potter found himself alone in the Gryffindor common room. He must have fallen asleep while doing his homework again. He mentally scolded himself as he gathered his books and put them away. There was no way he was going to finish his work now, it was far too late. Harry heard the clock strike 3 as he dragged himself up the stairs.
His breathing was still heavy from the dream as he lay down in his bed. It was odd how real it seemed. The rain, the girl...he could have sworn he was standing right there. He'd had dreams about her before, but none quite like this. It made him uneasy; Did he really have feelings for her? Before he could dwell on the question for too long, he fell quietly into a dreamless sleep.
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"Harry, get up! I need to borrow your Potions notes!" Ron roughly shook Harry's shoulder. Harry groaned before sitting up and reaching blindly for his glasses.
"Sorry, mate, but I fell alseep before I could even get that far. You're gonna have to go to Hermione for that one." He grumbled.
Ron heaved a sigh. They both knew perfectly well what hell Hermione was going to give them before allowing them to read over her perfect notes. Sometimes having a perfectionist as a best friend wasn't such a bad thing.
Ron and Harry quickly hurried down to breakfast after quickly changing their robes and attempting to tame their out of control hair. They found Hermione sitting, as usual, eating a muffin with her nose burried deep inside a large book. As she noted their arrival, she lifted her head and smiled.
"Hi guys!" She greeted them cheerfully.
Harry's breath caught in his throat. Soft curls framed her face as her brown eyes lit up with enthusiasm. Her smile could make anyone's day and Harry felt his knees go weak.
"This is not happening," He thought to himself. "I can not be falling for Hermione."
"Morning, 'Mione!" Ron replied as he sat down. Harry quitely sat down, feeling nauseous. Hermione and Ron exchanged confused glances.
"Something wrong, Harry? You don't look so good," She said with concern. She placed her hand gently on his forehead as he shivered at her touch.
"You're hot!" She said. Then her cheeks flushed and she giggled. "I mean, your forehead is warm! Well, you know what I mean. Maybe you should go see Madame Pomfrey."
"That's okay," He responded with a small smile, "I feel all right." Hermione hesitated, but believed him.
"Fine, but I don't want you throwing up on my clean robes," She joked.
Harry laughed and looked towards Ron. Not surprisingly, Ron wasn't paying attention to any of their conversation because of the food that had just appeared in front of him.
"So, Hermione, I assume you did your potions homework?" Harry said.
"Harry James Potter, you are a bad student," She said in a mock tone. "How many times do I have to tell you that if you don't do your homework, I'm not letting you copy mine?"
"Well, you've told me that about a million times, but that never stops you from letting me just take a peek at it.." He said with a smirk.
"No, Harry, not this time. I'm not letting you get away with not doing your homework again." Hermione said.
"But Hermione, I have a good excuse!" Harry pleaded.
"What's your great excuse this time?" Hermione asked sarcastically.
"I...fell asleep." He said with a sheepish grin. "Okay so it's not such a great excuse, but if you let me see it then I'll owe you one and I'll never ask you for your notes again."
"Harry, you say that every time, but fine. You know how bad it makes me feel, but....just take them before I change my mind." Hermione said, defeated.
"Thanks, 'Mione, you're the best!" Harry smiled. He snatched the notes up as he hurried out of the Great Hall.
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"...So I told Percy that if he didn't shut the hell up, I'd set Fred's poisonus butterfly on him!"
The three wizards were walking back to the Gryffindor Common room after their classes were over. As usual, Ron was telling one of his crazy stories that Hermione and Harry desperately tried to follow. But the carefree atmosphere was suddenly shattered with one word.
"Potter."
Cold and quiet, the sound made a sick feeling set in the pit of Harry's stomach. All three of them knew exactly who was behind them even before turning around.
"Malfoy," Harry said, surprisngly calm. "What do you want?"
"Aw, why the hostility, mate?" Malfoy asked. "Can't I say hello to you without you jumping at my throat?"
"No, Malfoy, you can't," Hermione jumped in. "Now just leave us alone before---"
"Before what, Mudblood?" Malfoy took a step towards Hermione. "Before what?"
Hermione's eyes grew wide. Tears quickly began to form, but she forced them back. She opened her mouth to speak, but no sound came out.
"Leave her alone," Harry snarled. Draco smirked, but didn't budge. "I said leave her alone," Harry repeated, glare hardening.
"Potter is going to save his little mudblood girlfriend. That's sweet."
Harry's cheeks quickly flushed from embarrasment as his eyes darted towards the floor.
"She's not my girlfriend," He muttered, and Draco snorted.
"Well, whatever. I'll leave you two to go fuck in the common room or something. Have a good night!" Draco laughed as he turned and walked off.
Even Hermione blushed at this comment, but quickly tried to hide her discomfort.
"Come on, guys, let's go," Ron said, breaking the akward silence. They started off towards the common room, Ron keeping them entertained with his stories. But now, Harry and Hermione were more focused on other thoughts...
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A/N: Will Harry ever tell Hermione his true feelings for her? HOW WILL THIS STORY END? (or continue?) To find out, just review and tell me what you think thus far..more will be added shortly! BUT GO REVIEW AND I'LL GIVE YOU A COOKIE...that's right. You know you want one. Until next time....adios!