A/N: My first fic! This is so exciting... I love reading them so much and
now I'm writing my own! EEEE in a squeakish manner (inside joke).
Disclaimer: If you really think this is good enough to be the work of J.K. Rowling then I'm not sure what planet you live on. But, I assure you, it's not! By the way, I don't own this, err, stuff.
Chapter 1: Depressed
It's early July in a land called Surrey. The sun is gracefully shining a warm beam of light, filling every nook and cranny on every perfectly cut blade of grass in Privet Drive. Children play happily in the park with little a care in the world. Mothers hum to a nameless tune while gaily cleaning the house. Men watch the news or some sports event, vaguely aware of what's going on around them. And everyone seems to be merry with no real care about anything going on except enjoying the sweet summer air. Everyone, that is, except for a fifteen-year old wizard with dark, ebony hair and enticing green eyes.
Harry Potter lay in his bed with a blank expression on his face, staring dazedly at the uninteresting white ceiling. He had managed to stay in his room for almost the entirety of the summer. He got up only to retrieve food and bathe, both of which, he did rarely.
After his fifth year at Hogwarts, he seemed to have become uninterested in anything. He had received mail from his best friends Hermione and Ron as well as Hagrid, Remus Lupin, and many other bearers of attempts to cheer him up. Even Dumbledore had sent him something. But he didn't care. He hadn't even bothered to read them. They lay haphazardly on the floor, unopened.
"Harry." There was a knock at the door. "Harry, open up." More knocking. "I know you're in there, open the door." Louder knocking. "HARRY JAMES POTTER! OPEN THE DOOR RIGHT NOW BEFORE I BREAK IT DOWN!" Yes, Harry heard the person loudly bickering at his door, but he didn't care. He really didn't care about anything anymore except the fact that his godfather was now dead and he felt responsible. Just then, the door unlocked and a very fuming Hermione Granger waltzed in with her hands glued to her hips, followed closely by a very old man with a long, silvery beard and half moon spectacles.
Harry sat up and glanced at the two of them. "Her...Hermione?"
But there was no answer. Instead, the young brunette practically leapt over and jumped into his arms.
"Harry! I missed you so much. Why didn't you respond to my letters? I've been writing to you all summer."
"Err..." He didn't have the heart to tell her that he hadn't read any of her letters. He looked at the spot on the floor where he had thrown all of them into a pile, hoping she wouldn't see it. Unfortunately, she noticed his glance and turned around. "I'm sorry Hermione," he said glumly. 'Great, another mistake,' he thought.
She turned back to him, taking him in. His clothes looked and smelled like they hadn't been changed in a week. His hair was even untidier than usual and appeared to need a good wash. His face was pale and tear stained. Moving her eyes further down his body, she noticed something else. He had lost weight... a lot of weight and she knew why. It didn't need to be told to her why he hadn't bothered to read any of anyone's letters, why he obviously hadn't bathed recently, or why he hadn't eaten much all summer. He was depressed, it was obvious and somehow none of it surprised her.
"Harry, this isn't healthy and I won't allow you to do this to yourself." She waited for a reply but didn't really expect one. When he said nothing she began again, "Which is why you're coming to spend the rest of the summer with me and my parents and I won't take no for an answer."
Did he just hear her correctly; she actually wanted to be with him, even after he led her blindly into a near-death situation less than a month ago? He opened his mouth to say something but when no words came out, he closed it again. Instead he just looked at her. She looked as if she hadn't thought of much else over the summer except for him. She had that look on her face that she usually had when she was reading a book, the one where she has her eyebrow raised in a look of worry but, at the same time a smile on her lips. He knew it all too well.
Giving up on thinking of a way to dissuade her of him going to her house because it would put her in danger to be with him, he decided to just accept it and go. Besides, it would be nice to have an excuse to leave the Dursleys'.
"Well, Hermione, I don't think I'm going to be able to convince you otherwise when you look so determined, so I guess I'll just skip that part and agree to come." She smiled with a look of triumph on her face and gave him a big hug.
"Err... Hermione, I hate to spoil the moment but I can't breathe..."
She jumped back looking a bit surprised at herself for making such a gesture and blushed. "S..s..sorry. I... I didn't know what I was doing," she said, looking rather embarrassed.
Dumbledore glanced at his top student knowingly over his half moon spectacles and took this opportunity to speak. "Well, I think we should be on our way then." He then lifted his wand and recited, "Pack." At this, all of Harry's things made their way into the air and started neatly planting themselves inside his trunk. When this was completed, he beckoned Harry and Hermione to come over to where he was standing and pulled an old spoon out of his pocket.
"This portkey will transfer us to Miss Granger's house." He then grabbed a hold of the trunk and held the portkey in his other hand. Harry and Hermione then reached forward and touched the spoon. There was an immediate, familiar jolt that reminded Harry of the time in his fourth year at Hogwarts when he had traveled by a portkey while holding on to a very lifeless Cedric Diggory and escaped from that bastard he knew so well by the name of Voldemort.
Just as quickly as the moment started it was over and Harry found himself in an awkward position on top of Hermione, their faces inches apart from each other. It was then that Harry had a sudden urge to kiss her but, deciding against it, stood up blushing, Hermione doing the same. Dumbledore glanced at them knowingly but said nothing and, instead, did an incantation on Harry's trunk to make it move on its own up to the door of the house.
Dumbledore walked to the door, the two teens in tow. Harry looked at the house and realized that there were two muggles standing at the doorway, looking rather intrigued by the floating trunk, whom he recognized as Hermione's parents. Harry held out his hand to Hermione's father and introduced himself. After shaking his hand he turned to her mother and offered it again to her but was a little taken aback when she pulled him into a tight embrace.
"MUM! Stop it, you're embarrassing him!" came the voice of Hermione, causing the three adults to chuckle to themselves and Harry's face to redden. Realizing this, she grabbed his hand and pulled him inside hurriedly.
"They really are quite the pair, you know," came the voice of Dumbledore, causing a bit more soft laughter.
"Hey, I heard that!" Hermione yelled back, only causing more laughter from the adults.
"Notice how she didn't deny it," came the voice of her knowing mother.
"Mum! I heard that, too!"
The adults laughed again and Hermione took the opportunity to rush Harry upstairs before any more embarrassing comments could be heard and started to show him around the house.
"This is my parent's room," she said pointing to the door at the end of the hall. "This one is where you'll be staying," she added, opening the next door for him to see. It had a queen sized bed with a red comforter and tan sheets, tan walls that matched the sheets and wooden furniture. She led him into the room and pointed out that there was a bathroom door located in the far left corner of the room. When they walked in side, Harry noticed that there was another door on the other side of the bathroom.
"Err, Hermione, where does that door lead?" She walked over and opened it, revealing another room with light blue walls and a bed with a deep, navy blue blanket and sheets. "This," she said, "Is my room." She walked through it and then opened a door at the opposite end, leading back into the hallway. "Well Harry, I'm going to go back downstairs and help my Mum with dinner. You, however, are going to take a shower. I daresay you need one. Then, come downstairs after you shower and we'll eat. Any questions?"
"Yes, do I get any say what I do?" he asked sarcastically.
She gave him one her famous "I'll set you strait" death glares and then replied with a slight smile edging at the corners of her mouth that reminded Harry, in a scary way, of Professor McGonagall, "Well, since you've had that opportunity all summer and resorted to starving yourself, not bathing, and wearing the same outfit for about a week, I'd say no."
Harry smiled at her. This was definitely his Hermione, making intelligent and cutting, yet oh so true comments to put him and Ron in their place. No one else could do it quite like her. 'Plus, she looks so cute when she does it. It makes me want to kiss her. What? I didn't just think about kissing my best friend, did I? Oh my God, I did! What is the world coming to? But, she does look really pretty... and I hate to admit it, but she has well, developed quite a bit since I first met her. What? Oh no! Now I'm thinking about her breast size. This is so wrong, yet so... comforting. AAAHHHH!!! What am I thinking?'
"Harry, my face is up here," came the soft voice of Hermione. 'Was he just checking me out? No way, this is Harry we're talking about, right? He wouldn't see anything in me, would he? I mean, he could have any girl, why would he want me? It's not like I'm attractive or anything, right? RIGHT? Pull yourself together, Hermione. Don't lead him on...'
"Err, right, I'll a... go now..." She turned around and walked quickly to the stairs and Harry couldn't help but admire her butt as she walked by. He smiled to myself and then realized that his pants were getting awfully tight.
"Shit!" He muttered, "Now I really do need a shower, a cold one, that is." So Harry walked off and took a shower and couldn't help but think to himself about the affect she had on him.
"This is going to be a long summer," he said, "And a very interesting one at that."
A/N: Well, there it is. I hope it wasn't too bad... I'll post more later. Bye now! (
Disclaimer: If you really think this is good enough to be the work of J.K. Rowling then I'm not sure what planet you live on. But, I assure you, it's not! By the way, I don't own this, err, stuff.
Chapter 1: Depressed
It's early July in a land called Surrey. The sun is gracefully shining a warm beam of light, filling every nook and cranny on every perfectly cut blade of grass in Privet Drive. Children play happily in the park with little a care in the world. Mothers hum to a nameless tune while gaily cleaning the house. Men watch the news or some sports event, vaguely aware of what's going on around them. And everyone seems to be merry with no real care about anything going on except enjoying the sweet summer air. Everyone, that is, except for a fifteen-year old wizard with dark, ebony hair and enticing green eyes.
Harry Potter lay in his bed with a blank expression on his face, staring dazedly at the uninteresting white ceiling. He had managed to stay in his room for almost the entirety of the summer. He got up only to retrieve food and bathe, both of which, he did rarely.
After his fifth year at Hogwarts, he seemed to have become uninterested in anything. He had received mail from his best friends Hermione and Ron as well as Hagrid, Remus Lupin, and many other bearers of attempts to cheer him up. Even Dumbledore had sent him something. But he didn't care. He hadn't even bothered to read them. They lay haphazardly on the floor, unopened.
"Harry." There was a knock at the door. "Harry, open up." More knocking. "I know you're in there, open the door." Louder knocking. "HARRY JAMES POTTER! OPEN THE DOOR RIGHT NOW BEFORE I BREAK IT DOWN!" Yes, Harry heard the person loudly bickering at his door, but he didn't care. He really didn't care about anything anymore except the fact that his godfather was now dead and he felt responsible. Just then, the door unlocked and a very fuming Hermione Granger waltzed in with her hands glued to her hips, followed closely by a very old man with a long, silvery beard and half moon spectacles.
Harry sat up and glanced at the two of them. "Her...Hermione?"
But there was no answer. Instead, the young brunette practically leapt over and jumped into his arms.
"Harry! I missed you so much. Why didn't you respond to my letters? I've been writing to you all summer."
"Err..." He didn't have the heart to tell her that he hadn't read any of her letters. He looked at the spot on the floor where he had thrown all of them into a pile, hoping she wouldn't see it. Unfortunately, she noticed his glance and turned around. "I'm sorry Hermione," he said glumly. 'Great, another mistake,' he thought.
She turned back to him, taking him in. His clothes looked and smelled like they hadn't been changed in a week. His hair was even untidier than usual and appeared to need a good wash. His face was pale and tear stained. Moving her eyes further down his body, she noticed something else. He had lost weight... a lot of weight and she knew why. It didn't need to be told to her why he hadn't bothered to read any of anyone's letters, why he obviously hadn't bathed recently, or why he hadn't eaten much all summer. He was depressed, it was obvious and somehow none of it surprised her.
"Harry, this isn't healthy and I won't allow you to do this to yourself." She waited for a reply but didn't really expect one. When he said nothing she began again, "Which is why you're coming to spend the rest of the summer with me and my parents and I won't take no for an answer."
Did he just hear her correctly; she actually wanted to be with him, even after he led her blindly into a near-death situation less than a month ago? He opened his mouth to say something but when no words came out, he closed it again. Instead he just looked at her. She looked as if she hadn't thought of much else over the summer except for him. She had that look on her face that she usually had when she was reading a book, the one where she has her eyebrow raised in a look of worry but, at the same time a smile on her lips. He knew it all too well.
Giving up on thinking of a way to dissuade her of him going to her house because it would put her in danger to be with him, he decided to just accept it and go. Besides, it would be nice to have an excuse to leave the Dursleys'.
"Well, Hermione, I don't think I'm going to be able to convince you otherwise when you look so determined, so I guess I'll just skip that part and agree to come." She smiled with a look of triumph on her face and gave him a big hug.
"Err... Hermione, I hate to spoil the moment but I can't breathe..."
She jumped back looking a bit surprised at herself for making such a gesture and blushed. "S..s..sorry. I... I didn't know what I was doing," she said, looking rather embarrassed.
Dumbledore glanced at his top student knowingly over his half moon spectacles and took this opportunity to speak. "Well, I think we should be on our way then." He then lifted his wand and recited, "Pack." At this, all of Harry's things made their way into the air and started neatly planting themselves inside his trunk. When this was completed, he beckoned Harry and Hermione to come over to where he was standing and pulled an old spoon out of his pocket.
"This portkey will transfer us to Miss Granger's house." He then grabbed a hold of the trunk and held the portkey in his other hand. Harry and Hermione then reached forward and touched the spoon. There was an immediate, familiar jolt that reminded Harry of the time in his fourth year at Hogwarts when he had traveled by a portkey while holding on to a very lifeless Cedric Diggory and escaped from that bastard he knew so well by the name of Voldemort.
Just as quickly as the moment started it was over and Harry found himself in an awkward position on top of Hermione, their faces inches apart from each other. It was then that Harry had a sudden urge to kiss her but, deciding against it, stood up blushing, Hermione doing the same. Dumbledore glanced at them knowingly but said nothing and, instead, did an incantation on Harry's trunk to make it move on its own up to the door of the house.
Dumbledore walked to the door, the two teens in tow. Harry looked at the house and realized that there were two muggles standing at the doorway, looking rather intrigued by the floating trunk, whom he recognized as Hermione's parents. Harry held out his hand to Hermione's father and introduced himself. After shaking his hand he turned to her mother and offered it again to her but was a little taken aback when she pulled him into a tight embrace.
"MUM! Stop it, you're embarrassing him!" came the voice of Hermione, causing the three adults to chuckle to themselves and Harry's face to redden. Realizing this, she grabbed his hand and pulled him inside hurriedly.
"They really are quite the pair, you know," came the voice of Dumbledore, causing a bit more soft laughter.
"Hey, I heard that!" Hermione yelled back, only causing more laughter from the adults.
"Notice how she didn't deny it," came the voice of her knowing mother.
"Mum! I heard that, too!"
The adults laughed again and Hermione took the opportunity to rush Harry upstairs before any more embarrassing comments could be heard and started to show him around the house.
"This is my parent's room," she said pointing to the door at the end of the hall. "This one is where you'll be staying," she added, opening the next door for him to see. It had a queen sized bed with a red comforter and tan sheets, tan walls that matched the sheets and wooden furniture. She led him into the room and pointed out that there was a bathroom door located in the far left corner of the room. When they walked in side, Harry noticed that there was another door on the other side of the bathroom.
"Err, Hermione, where does that door lead?" She walked over and opened it, revealing another room with light blue walls and a bed with a deep, navy blue blanket and sheets. "This," she said, "Is my room." She walked through it and then opened a door at the opposite end, leading back into the hallway. "Well Harry, I'm going to go back downstairs and help my Mum with dinner. You, however, are going to take a shower. I daresay you need one. Then, come downstairs after you shower and we'll eat. Any questions?"
"Yes, do I get any say what I do?" he asked sarcastically.
She gave him one her famous "I'll set you strait" death glares and then replied with a slight smile edging at the corners of her mouth that reminded Harry, in a scary way, of Professor McGonagall, "Well, since you've had that opportunity all summer and resorted to starving yourself, not bathing, and wearing the same outfit for about a week, I'd say no."
Harry smiled at her. This was definitely his Hermione, making intelligent and cutting, yet oh so true comments to put him and Ron in their place. No one else could do it quite like her. 'Plus, she looks so cute when she does it. It makes me want to kiss her. What? I didn't just think about kissing my best friend, did I? Oh my God, I did! What is the world coming to? But, she does look really pretty... and I hate to admit it, but she has well, developed quite a bit since I first met her. What? Oh no! Now I'm thinking about her breast size. This is so wrong, yet so... comforting. AAAHHHH!!! What am I thinking?'
"Harry, my face is up here," came the soft voice of Hermione. 'Was he just checking me out? No way, this is Harry we're talking about, right? He wouldn't see anything in me, would he? I mean, he could have any girl, why would he want me? It's not like I'm attractive or anything, right? RIGHT? Pull yourself together, Hermione. Don't lead him on...'
"Err, right, I'll a... go now..." She turned around and walked quickly to the stairs and Harry couldn't help but admire her butt as she walked by. He smiled to myself and then realized that his pants were getting awfully tight.
"Shit!" He muttered, "Now I really do need a shower, a cold one, that is." So Harry walked off and took a shower and couldn't help but think to himself about the affect she had on him.
"This is going to be a long summer," he said, "And a very interesting one at that."
A/N: Well, there it is. I hope it wasn't too bad... I'll post more later. Bye now! (