Simple kind of lovely
Authors note: Hey everybody! This is my first fanfic….( that has been worthy of actually posting anyways..lol) so don't be too hard on me! I know the first chapter sucks…but it gets better. I promise:)
Disclaimer: I do not own HP, or any of JK's marvelous characters. Only the plot is mine, and any characters you don't recognize.
Chapter one- Prologue
'I hate him, I hate him more, I hate him, I hate him more…' Hermione Granger whispered out loud one chilly October morning. She was completely alone at the moment, unusual, for she was almost always trailing after her boys, reminding them of some forgotten piece of homework. But she wasn't in the mood, to be around anybody at the moment. But you can't always get what you want. A shadow came over her rather, and she glanced up reluctantly.
'Mione?' Harry asked coming over to his friend and smirking slightly.
"Ugh…don't smirk like that Harry, I've seen it enough lately." She shuddered, and went back to the daisy she was viciously beheading.
Harry took a seat on the dewy grass next to the brunette, and put a consoling arm around her. He really admired her ability to tolerate Malfoy, she dealt with it, and her way did not include drawing wands. But Harry wasn't sure how much longer Hermione could stay so composed. Hermione leaned back against him; throwing the bare flower stem into the listless lake before them, and a large tentacle surfaced, and snatched it. Hermione sighed and rubbed her eyes. It had been a very trying week. Head boy or not…Hermione wasn't going to put up with Malfoy's attitude for an entire year. His rude remarks, his stupid smirks, or the amount of time he spent hogging the bathroom. She had never seen a boy use so much hair gel in her entire life. The minutes slowly ticked by, until a giggle from behind the two, broke the peace.
Harry groaned inwardly, and tried to ignore the fact that they had found him. His fan club. In other words, half the girls in Hogwarts, excluding the Slytherins. He had a girlfriend for crying out loud, but still, he had no idea why he had become so popular lately. But then and again, he didn't really consider the fact that he had grown about a foot over the summer and that he was Gryffindor Quidditch captain. He shook his raven locks out of his eyes, and went back to comforting. He has realized that he was very good at that. He had developed that skill, more out of practice then anything, but it came in handy.
It was almost dusk by the time Hermione and Harry decided it was time to head back to the castle. They said their good-byes on the sixth floor; Harry went off to find Luna and Hermione slowly ambled back to her common room, clearly in no hurry. Hermione walked until her feet brought her to an automatic halt in front of a large portrait, of a cowboy and his stallion. She muttered the password and it swung forward obediently. She stepped through and found Malfoy, but he was not alone. He and Pansy Parkinson were sitting on the couch in a tight embrace, kissing fiercely. Hermione rolled her eyes, and slammed the painting shut loudly behind her, announcing her arrival. The two Slytherins broke apart and turned to see who it was that had interrupted them. 'Oh,' Pansy said glaring at Hermione with a look of pure venom. 'It's just the mudblood.'
'The mudblood has a name.' Hermione spat back striding past the two, and up the spiral staircase that lead to the bedrooms. The fact that Malfoy had kept his mouth shut, was the fact that disturbed Hermione most of all. Not a word out of him. Creepy. She pushed this thought aside, collapsed on to her bed, and buried her face deep in her pillow, and let her tears fall. She knew she shouldn't let Pansy's words hurt her. Sticks and stoned, right? Hermione snorted, and wiped her cheek.
'Yeah right.'