Ok, I love Harry potter, and it's fun to right about it. So here is a
story about love and stuff.
Harry looked around the empty common room; he had been here ever since he had started his homework. Which was about three hours ago. Hermione was snoozing next to him, leaning on his shoulder like it was a very comfortable pillow. It was nice having Hermione as a girlfriend, she was so perfect. Sometimes she would surprise him with little presents like Bertie Botts every flavor beans. He was in heaven when she was around him.
Harry sometimes wondered if she was loyal to him. On some occasions Harry would catch Hermione staring at other boy's, or writing a love note that he never got. It made him hurt so bad every time he saw something like this happen, it was like a taste of personal hell.
"Hermione…"
"Uh… I'm sleeping Ron, go away."
"Uh… No it's me, Harry, you know your boy friend."
" Oh sorry Harry, I was half a sleep."
"Hermione, can I ask you a question?
"Sure Harry, what's on your mind?"
"Uh well, Hermione, lately I've been noticing that you… oh how do I put this? Are you seeing other boys?"
Hermione shifted uncomfortably, and answered very slowly.
"Uh… no Harry, why would you ask me that?"
"Well Herm' it's just that lately you have been very distant, and you've kind of been, you know…"
"Oh, no Harry, my loyalty is to you only, and I would never betray it. Trust me on this ok?"
"Alright, 'night Herm."
"Good night Harry."
Hermione gave Harry a swift peck on the cheek, and left for bed."
Harry sat there staring at the fire. It was beautiful, just like Hermione. Suddenly out of the corner of his eyes, Harry saw something move across the common room very swiftly. It clearly didn't want to be seen. Harry spun around, and saw the red of Ron's bright hair stream across the common room. Harry got up very slowly, and crept over to the door of the girls dormitory. He opened it very slowly, and what met his eyes almost made him faint. Ron, his best friend was kissing Hermione, his girlfriend and the love of his life.
Hermione spun around seeing Harry's hurt face made her feel like a knife was stabbed into her. She couldn't move, and to what she could see, neither could Ron.
Harry's mind was racing. How long has this been going on behind my back? Why didn't she tell me? It was all a blur. Harry was breathing heavily, his heart pumping fast. He ran down the stairs and up to the dormitory, he slammed the door. He heard Hermione trying to get in. She was talking rubbish like "I love you," and "I'm loyal to you." It made Harry feel even worse, that she would still lie to him after he just saw her.
"Stop Lying to me!" Harry yelled.
When Harry yelled this Hermione stopped banging on the door, and he heard her slide to the bottom of the door, and start crying.
"I have no sympathy." Harry mumbled.
She must have heard him because she started to cry even harder. Harry heard Ron come and try to get her back to the girl's dormitory; she was waking up the whole house. Then he heard him say " Fine, but don't expect to come back to me when he doesn't take you back. Stop wasting your tears on him, he is a lost cause."
Harry heard Hermione crying until around three o'clock in the morning. She was pathetic.
The next day was hell, Harry was trying to avoid Hermione, but Hermione was desperately trying to find him. Every time she saw him she broke into a drought of tears, and tried to run and hug him, although when she finally managed to, he pushed her away like she was some kind of gross animal. Ron tried to talk to him, but gave up because Harry snarled at him and grabbed his collar, when he let go, Ron backed off.
After a week Hermione was in a wreck, she hadn't taken a shower, and she had dried tears all over her face. Harry was actually feeling sorry for her, but has not forgiven her. Every time Harry walked past her in the hall she tried not to look at him. It began to turn to where she was the victim rather then him.
So that's my first chapter. Don't flame if you don't like it. Please r&r.
Harry looked around the empty common room; he had been here ever since he had started his homework. Which was about three hours ago. Hermione was snoozing next to him, leaning on his shoulder like it was a very comfortable pillow. It was nice having Hermione as a girlfriend, she was so perfect. Sometimes she would surprise him with little presents like Bertie Botts every flavor beans. He was in heaven when she was around him.
Harry sometimes wondered if she was loyal to him. On some occasions Harry would catch Hermione staring at other boy's, or writing a love note that he never got. It made him hurt so bad every time he saw something like this happen, it was like a taste of personal hell.
"Hermione…"
"Uh… I'm sleeping Ron, go away."
"Uh… No it's me, Harry, you know your boy friend."
" Oh sorry Harry, I was half a sleep."
"Hermione, can I ask you a question?
"Sure Harry, what's on your mind?"
"Uh well, Hermione, lately I've been noticing that you… oh how do I put this? Are you seeing other boys?"
Hermione shifted uncomfortably, and answered very slowly.
"Uh… no Harry, why would you ask me that?"
"Well Herm' it's just that lately you have been very distant, and you've kind of been, you know…"
"Oh, no Harry, my loyalty is to you only, and I would never betray it. Trust me on this ok?"
"Alright, 'night Herm."
"Good night Harry."
Hermione gave Harry a swift peck on the cheek, and left for bed."
Harry sat there staring at the fire. It was beautiful, just like Hermione. Suddenly out of the corner of his eyes, Harry saw something move across the common room very swiftly. It clearly didn't want to be seen. Harry spun around, and saw the red of Ron's bright hair stream across the common room. Harry got up very slowly, and crept over to the door of the girls dormitory. He opened it very slowly, and what met his eyes almost made him faint. Ron, his best friend was kissing Hermione, his girlfriend and the love of his life.
Hermione spun around seeing Harry's hurt face made her feel like a knife was stabbed into her. She couldn't move, and to what she could see, neither could Ron.
Harry's mind was racing. How long has this been going on behind my back? Why didn't she tell me? It was all a blur. Harry was breathing heavily, his heart pumping fast. He ran down the stairs and up to the dormitory, he slammed the door. He heard Hermione trying to get in. She was talking rubbish like "I love you," and "I'm loyal to you." It made Harry feel even worse, that she would still lie to him after he just saw her.
"Stop Lying to me!" Harry yelled.
When Harry yelled this Hermione stopped banging on the door, and he heard her slide to the bottom of the door, and start crying.
"I have no sympathy." Harry mumbled.
She must have heard him because she started to cry even harder. Harry heard Ron come and try to get her back to the girl's dormitory; she was waking up the whole house. Then he heard him say " Fine, but don't expect to come back to me when he doesn't take you back. Stop wasting your tears on him, he is a lost cause."
Harry heard Hermione crying until around three o'clock in the morning. She was pathetic.
The next day was hell, Harry was trying to avoid Hermione, but Hermione was desperately trying to find him. Every time she saw him she broke into a drought of tears, and tried to run and hug him, although when she finally managed to, he pushed her away like she was some kind of gross animal. Ron tried to talk to him, but gave up because Harry snarled at him and grabbed his collar, when he let go, Ron backed off.
After a week Hermione was in a wreck, she hadn't taken a shower, and she had dried tears all over her face. Harry was actually feeling sorry for her, but has not forgiven her. Every time Harry walked past her in the hall she tried not to look at him. It began to turn to where she was the victim rather then him.
So that's my first chapter. Don't flame if you don't like it. Please r&r.