A/N: Hi! This is Angel and Temptress! This is the first story co-written by Jen and Chery, A.K.A. Luminous Dream and krazee4LJ!!! Hope you enjoy the story. You know what to do. Just Read and Review. As for flames, if you are going to flame us, then at least have the decency to tell us what we did wrong. Thank-you!
:: are thoughts
Disclaimer: Sadly, we do not own the characters of HP because if we did then we would be locking up Harry and Draco and throw away the keys.
Harry and Draco: Let us out!
Angel and Temptress: Not in a million years. ::smiles innocently::
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Prologue: Reminiscing
A summer breeze blew by, warm and comforting to the 17-year-old teen that was hanging out of the window. He was at the Burrow, and he didn't wish to be anywhere else. Except Hogwarts, where he would get to see her. Her. . .his love. His fantasy. His reality. His everything. "Hermione. . ." he whispered to the wind, thinking of her. He had known her for the past six years. . .he had loved her for the past six years. . .and he had wanted for the past six years. At first, he thought it was only hormones and an infatuation, but he soon realized that it was something deeper. But, she would never be his. . .those bright, red lips. . .he would never touch them with his own. He would never hold her close to him, never run his fingers through her soft, wavy, brown hair.
Most important of all, he would never have her as his.
His summer had been perfect so far. Ron and his brothers had rescued him from his horrible prison where he lived with his uncle, aunt, and their son. He then stayed at the Burrow, played Quidditch with his friends, and had become one of the family members. It was all so perfect. But, in spite of all that, perfect was not perfect without Hermione. ::Hermione:: he thought, that sweet name that the angels have given her. Only her.
How he wished that the angels had given her to him as well. For although Ron was his best friend, Hermione was the only one who could reach deep down into his soul. The only one that had helped him get through all these years. During the past years, he had always grown tired and wary of always fighting against Voldemort. She was the one and only reason why he was still alive and had made it to this day.
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Meanwhile:
A cool breeze blew over Hermione's face as she relaxed in a hammock in her backyard, getting a tan. She didn't know why she was even trying to get a tan. Over the summer, her mother had taken her to a spa, where she insisted that her daughter have a makeover. Reluctantly, she agreed. Although, she didn't see any difference, except that her once bushy hair had been tamed to smooth, wavy curls. Other than that, she still felt like herself. She had had a wonderful summer, traveling to Paris with her parents, but she missed her best friends, and couldn't wait to go back to Hogwarts. A few days before, she had received a letter from school, announcing that she been appointed Head Girl. She had been so happy and excited. She wondered out of curiosity whom the Head Boy was going to be, hoping that it wouldn't be anyone from Slytherin. This was going to be her last, but hopefully, her most memorable year.
However, she was going to be in for more than she expected.
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A/N: Wow! That took forever to finish. Remember to click on the review button. :)
:: are thoughts
Disclaimer: Sadly, we do not own the characters of HP because if we did then we would be locking up Harry and Draco and throw away the keys.
Harry and Draco: Let us out!
Angel and Temptress: Not in a million years. ::smiles innocently::
)(&!#$%&()!#$%&()
Prologue: Reminiscing
A summer breeze blew by, warm and comforting to the 17-year-old teen that was hanging out of the window. He was at the Burrow, and he didn't wish to be anywhere else. Except Hogwarts, where he would get to see her. Her. . .his love. His fantasy. His reality. His everything. "Hermione. . ." he whispered to the wind, thinking of her. He had known her for the past six years. . .he had loved her for the past six years. . .and he had wanted for the past six years. At first, he thought it was only hormones and an infatuation, but he soon realized that it was something deeper. But, she would never be his. . .those bright, red lips. . .he would never touch them with his own. He would never hold her close to him, never run his fingers through her soft, wavy, brown hair.
Most important of all, he would never have her as his.
His summer had been perfect so far. Ron and his brothers had rescued him from his horrible prison where he lived with his uncle, aunt, and their son. He then stayed at the Burrow, played Quidditch with his friends, and had become one of the family members. It was all so perfect. But, in spite of all that, perfect was not perfect without Hermione. ::Hermione:: he thought, that sweet name that the angels have given her. Only her.
How he wished that the angels had given her to him as well. For although Ron was his best friend, Hermione was the only one who could reach deep down into his soul. The only one that had helped him get through all these years. During the past years, he had always grown tired and wary of always fighting against Voldemort. She was the one and only reason why he was still alive and had made it to this day.
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Meanwhile:
A cool breeze blew over Hermione's face as she relaxed in a hammock in her backyard, getting a tan. She didn't know why she was even trying to get a tan. Over the summer, her mother had taken her to a spa, where she insisted that her daughter have a makeover. Reluctantly, she agreed. Although, she didn't see any difference, except that her once bushy hair had been tamed to smooth, wavy curls. Other than that, she still felt like herself. She had had a wonderful summer, traveling to Paris with her parents, but she missed her best friends, and couldn't wait to go back to Hogwarts. A few days before, she had received a letter from school, announcing that she been appointed Head Girl. She had been so happy and excited. She wondered out of curiosity whom the Head Boy was going to be, hoping that it wouldn't be anyone from Slytherin. This was going to be her last, but hopefully, her most memorable year.
However, she was going to be in for more than she expected.
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A/N: Wow! That took forever to finish. Remember to click on the review button. :)