Authors Note:

Hey fellow readers how are things? Hope they are all going good for you as things are for me. This is a new fan-fiction idea of mine that I have been pondering on writing out for the past few month now but haven't found the time or the right inspiration to start it off, but as you can see here I am now starting it off. I'm not entirely sure if this plot has been done before but if it has then I guess who ever thought it up shares the same brain as I do, how that is technically possible is beyond me, but anyways this new story will be completely Harry Potter dedicated. To my fellow readers of my first and on-going fan-fiction for Switched At Birth I am really sorry but I have hit a bit of writer's block and will try to get to write up the next few chapters of said fan-fiction as soon as possible. But 'till then I will start off this new one that I hope many can enjoy.

PS. I have yet been able to come up with a catchy title for this fan-fiction so for now it will be something completely generic until further notice & if you guys come up with anything for it leave a comment & I might end up using it.

Here's the first installment of:

"Insert Title Here"

Chapter 1

"You're beautiful."

He leaned into kiss me, slowly coming closer and enveloping me in a sense of complete calm and bliss. I returned his kiss whole-heartedly; loving the way he can makes me feel even by the smallest touch. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I felt his lips morph into a small smile against my own as he continued to kiss me, completely forgetting our need for oxygen. I pulled back from his lips and stared into his gorgeous eyes.

"Don't ever leave me, okay?" I whispered against hi lips, putting all my love and emotion into just those 5 words alone. Resting his forehead against my own he smirked and said,

"Who says I ever will?" His eyes piercing into my own as I felt my smile grow wider and brighter, pulling him into kiss him some more, as we got more heated, I felt my breath becoming shallower and shallower turning into rasping gasps and moans. His hands inched down toward the hem of my short dress, he leaned closer, his lips near my ear. His voice now filled with lust whispered

"Hermione…May I?"

Not trusting my own voice, I nodded my head in agreement. As my dress rose higher and higher, my skin gave way to goose bumps as his ber hands ran across my exposed skin, feeling his hands on me set a fire in my core, stirring a moan to rise from my throat. I looked up into his grey eyes once more. I whispered his name, my breathe brushing his parted lips from which gasps of warm breath came out, due entirely to our touches.

"Draco…"

"Hermione…––I Lo–"

KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.

"Hermione! Get up! We're already 15 minutes late for our 2nd day of work! Please get up!"

Hearing the word 'late' my eyes shot open faster than a click of a camera. Throwing the covers away from my warm body I ran to open my bedroom door to be greeted by a smiling Ginny, how she could be smiling at this point in time I had absolutely no idea.

"Why didn't you wake me up by dumping a bucket of ice water on me or something Gin! We can't be late– I didn't her my alarm! Bloody hell this can't be happening."

I ran back into my room, pulled my closet door open and ran in stripping my pajamas as I searched for my Healer neon-green scrubs in the absolute mess that was my closet, since I hadn't had a spare moment to clean it up in the past 2 weeks.

Just as I had on a new bra and pair of panties, I looked over at Ginny lying on the ground, on her side holding her stomach as laughter tumbled out loudly from her mouth. Frustrated at her childish behavior I yelled,

"Ginerva Weasley! How could this be possibly funny to you, how do you think our supervisors are going to look at us for showing up late on our second day of work, no less?"

Laughter was all I got from my mess of a best friend laying on the carpet laughing herself to tears, who still was in her… pajamas? I felt my eyes widen as an epiphany hit me. Turning to look at my soundless alarm clock positioned on my nightstand I noticed that it clearly said 6:30 am… We didn't have to be at 's 'till 8:00 am.

"We're not late are we…" I mumbled to myself, with a sigh I pulled my pajamas back on and walked to the now standing Ginny, who was wiping her cheeks of the tears due to her fit of laughter.

"Nope, not at all 'Mione." Ginny replied cheekily.

"Ginny! That was not funny, at all. You nearly gave me one hell of a panic attack."

Ginny shook her head and chuckled at the serious expression that was probably on my face at the moment.

"You should have seen your face though! You looked as if someone had told you, you had completely failed all your N.E.W.T.S"

"Ha Ha! You're really funny Ginny, a complete riot. I'm clearly cracking up over here." I replied sarcastically arms crossed over my chest.

"Oh come on 'Mione! Where's your sense of humor, you're to wound up. Do you really think I wouldn't wake you up to keep you from getting to work late? No, I wouldn't because you'd never let me forget it, so I did this instead."

"And by instead you mean scare me out of my bloody mind, right?"

I replied sarcastically but with a smile on my face at hearing my psychotic friend's explanation to why she did all this is in the first place.

"Nope, but it was funny seeing you almost doing so."

Shaking my head at her adorably childish behavior, I said,

"You're absolutely ridiculous"

"I know, but don't say you don't love me because of it." She gestured to herself with her hands and bat her long eyelashes as well, making an absolutely ridiculous pose. Not believing she did that i actually laughed at that before getting serious again.

"Alright Ms. Cutie-pie lets get some breakfast so we can get ready for work."

With a huff, she let her shoulders drop along with her pose.

"You're no fun, but ok. I'll cook, as always, we really don't need the kitchen to end up in ashes only with a month left at this place."

Nodding my head but rolling my eyes at her straightforward comment, that pointed out one of my greater faults; cooking. I followed her down the hall and down the stairs toward our medium sized kitchen that resided near the entrance to our shared flat.

Sitting down at the island in the middle of the kitchen I watched as Ginny set off to taking out eggs, milk, and sausages from the icebox and an assortment of pots and pans, all for what, I hadn't a clue.

A second after I sat down I heard the usual tapping at the window. Getting up I opened up the window to be greeted by the ministry owl delivering our morning The Daily Prophet as usual. Once I paid the owl, I took the paper and tossed it onto the island and set to making my morning coffee to take to work.

Just as I was putting a new filter into the coffee machine, Ginny turned to me putting her hand at her hip and said in mock disgust,

"How can you drink that stuff, 'Mione? It seriously tastes worse than Skele-grow, and that stuff is down right disgusting."

I shrugged my shoulders not really knowing what she meant by calling my delicious coffee 'disgusting'. I was literally addicted to this stuff and have been for the past 2 ½ years.

"I guess it's an acquired taste, Gin. I mean I only got addicted to it due to my parents; they're the ones that gave me a bag of it after they came back from their trip to New York. I guess after a few cups my body just sort of craved it."

Ginny scoffed as she batted up some eggs in a bowl. " Still, acquired taste or not that stuff is down right foul in my opinion, no matter how many cups I drink of it. Oh and that reminds me don't ever give Harry any of that, I enjoy kissing him to much, I don't want to taste that stuff when I do."

Imagining a hyper jittery coffee drinking Harry made me chuckle lightly and distracted me causing me not to notice that Ginny had finally served our breakfast at the island. Going to the icebox I poured us some orange juice and sat down to eat my breakfast along with Ginny, seeing as in a bit we would have to start getting ready for work.

As we ate silently for a bit I let my mind think of a good comeback for what Ginny did to me this morning when suddenly it hit me, cutting up a bit of sausage I raised it to my mouth and before putting it in I said calmly,

"After the scare you gave me this morning, don't be surprised if I do." With that said I ate the sausage my lips curving up into a smirk as I took in Ginny's shocked facial expression and fork held in mid air with egg on it.

"'Mione please tell me your joking, right? I mean I didn't mean to send you into a panic attack, it was all in good spirit."

Simply smirking I took a sip of m orange juice and awaited for her to beg me not to and say sorry for scaring me this morning, I know she's going to cave in. Just as I put down my glass I saw Ginny put down her fork and look at me with a mischievous look on her face.

Dammit, she's up to something. Great now I'm in a mess that's going to take a hell of a lot to get out of.

"Ginny…" I said warningly, not really trusting her facial expression as it clearly portrayed her mind coming up with evil ideas.

"Hermione…"

"What are you up to?"

She looked at me with big doe innocent eyes, but I wasn't one to be fooled.

"Nothing, just contemplating the idea that if you get Harry addicted to coffee then I have a right to tell Draco Malfoy about the torch you've been carrying for him, for the past two years––"

"Ginny you wouldn't dare!" I dropped my fork onto my plate in complete shock at what she was insinuating. She was the only one that currently new of my feelings for Draco. He can't ever find out.

Ginny said nothing for what seemed like hours but was nothing but a merely 5 minutes tops.

With a sigh she said in a completely resigned tone of voice "You know I wouldn't, that's just plain cruel. But 'Mione, don't you think its time you tell him? I mean it has been 2 years already. What if he decides to get married, you can't tell him then. You two are best friends, it won't change anything."

I looked down at my plate as I felt my cheeks heat up at all of the valid points Ginny was making on how I should confess my 'Draco Feelings' as she liked to call them, to Draco himself.

Clearing my throat I finished off my breakfast before trying to change the subject to something not Draco related.

"Ginny, don't worry about me getting Harry addicted to coffee. He hates it about as much as you do, I made him try it during our 8th year at Hogwarts. Lets just say his dinner didn't stay in his stomach after drinking coffee, that night."

"Oh well… OK then, I guess I have nothing to worry about, but 'Mione please think about telling him how you feel. It's starting to drive me crazy that its been 2 years and I am still the only person that knows of these feelings of yours."

I looked up to see Ginny's face morphed into that of complete concern, she was incredible sweet like that. Even if you didn't want her to worry about you she still did, it was practically in her nature. Standing up from my seat at the island I picked up my plate and Ginny's and carried them to the sink where all the other dirty dishes were at. Turning around to face Ginny I smiled at her and said in a quiet voice,

"Gin, It's not that I haven't thought about telling him, its just that so many things can go wrong by doing so, like he could tell me he would rather die than be with me or even that he decides to never speak to me again. I'd much rather have him as a friend that as nothing at all. You know that…"

Ginny sighed and nodded her head. " I know that, it's just that I hate seeing you like this. I mean its not like people can clearly see that your pining for the guy it's just that I see him with all these other girls that I'm guessing he tells you about and it just breaks my heart that you don't do anything about it. You just sit there and listen to him talk about all these other girls, and I know that can't be good for you at all be it physically or emotionally." By the end of Ginny's mini speech she was standing and holding me by my forearms at arms distance.

I looked Ginny in the face and said the only thing that came to mind,

"I never said it was easy, or that it doesn't hurt Gin, its just better this way. I mean he's happy, he deserves to be after everything he's been through. If him being happy means sleeping with every other girl in London every other night and telling me about it so be it. I–– I just want –him to be happy."

Ginny looked at me with eyes filled with deep concern and sadness, I couldn't take it much more, so I looked away and headed to the sink to start washing the dishes. I heard Ginny's footsteps behind me, reaching for me she hugged me from the side and said "Ok 'Mione, I see your point in all this and it is valid, but don't you think that maybe–just maybe he could be happy with you?"

Truthfully, I didn't know, but thinking about it lead to headaches every time. So just shrugged my shoulders at Ginny's question and pointed out that she should head to shower so we could both get to work on time.

"Gin, go take a shower, I'll take one after you get out. I'm just going to finish washing these plates and things. Ok."

Ginny nodded her head and said ok. Kissing me on the cheek she walked away. Once I heard the sound of the bathroom door close and the sound of the running shower I let myself break down a little and cry at what a mess I had become since I started crushing on the one person I thought I would hate for the rest of my life.

Sniffling I set to wash all the dishes so that when Ginny got out of the shower I can just hop in and get ready for work and do everything that I needed to do today without romantic feelings getting in the way.

Author's Note:

Well this is the first chapter hope you guys like it. As you can see no title for this one story yet, so leave comments on possible titles and leave reviews telling me what you think. 'Till Next TIME!

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Too Close – Alex Clare

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