Alrighty then to start off with let me say that I unfortunately do not own Harry Potter because if I did then…
Also I have absolutely no idea how to work this publishing thing as this is the first story I have ever posted on here so forgive me if it looks funny or if it starts singing or something equally weird.
She had just been another student. Another dunderhead he would have the unfortunate pleasure of teaching. However throughout her seven years at Hogwarts this point of view changed dramatically.
At first he treasured her mind. Her perfect potions and detailed essays caught his attention soon after she walked into his class. He decided to foster her mind since she was far above the curriculum of a first year and such brilliance didn't come along often. After Christmas break he gradually began to ask her harder questions. Critique her essays more harshly than her peers and berate her more often than others so that her head wouldn't get too big.
Then as the months and years went by he began to treasure her courage. Going through the tasks in her first year. Second year discovering the basilisk while risking her life in the process. Third year she broke dozens of laws to rescue a man she hardly knew. Fifth year she helped create and teach the DA and risked expulsion by doing so. Then later in the year she further surprised him by breaking into the department of mysteries, fighting with death eaters and living to tell the tale albeit with a faint scar from the curse she received.
Sixth year he treasured her beauty. Gone was the awkward girl of years past and in her place a beautiful and confidant woman. His mind would often wander while she was in his class. Thinking about her golden brown curls that shone red in the sun or her toffee eyes that showed her every thought or her slender curves he itched to touch. However his dreams where always brought to a screeching halt when he remembered that she was his sixteen year old student and he was her thirty eight year old potions master and such a relationship was forbidden. Little did he know that her thoughts were often of him and her dreams were the same as his.
His thoughts were interrupted as a small murmur reached his ears. Looking down he smiled. But most of all he treasured her as his wife whom he loved above all else and he watched in silence as she burrowed into his chest trying to escape the morning light that streamed in.
She really was his little treasure.
His little Hermione.
Please please review!! I love to hear feedback and any writing advice would be much obliged. (But please go easy on me. I'm only 16 here)
