Authors Note- Hi everyone. I hope you like this story. Its actually a
different version of a chapter I wrote for m good friend Rivergirl. If you
get the chance, go check out her new fic 'In the Arms of a Snake.' It's
really good. Also, this is Hermiones point of view, so when she mentions
saving the world, don't get thrown off. She's just thinking about fighting
Voldermort with Harry. Sorry if that confuses anyone.
Disclaimer- I will own Harry Potter when this story has 10,000 reviews. : )
If only if only,
The novelist cries
"Peoples reviews were as nice as the skies"
While she waits for your comment
Anxious and lonely
She cries to the readers "If only, if only"
That, as you can probably tell, is an adaptation from the poem used in Holes, but I wrote it myself, so please do not use it unless you ask me.
~*~*~*~ I tossed around in my bed, hugging my pillow, eyes shut tightly. With a sigh I drew open my bed curtains, looking at the crescent moon with irritation. Tonight I could not seem to fall asleep, and the soft sounds of the other girls sleeping upset me. How could they all rest so easily while I worried about saving the world?!
I dug through my trunk and retrieved my robe, slipping my bare feet into a pair of socks Ron's mom had sewed my last Christmas. Poor Ron, it was probably way worse for him, and he didn't have a clue why.
Closing the door to the girls dorms, I sullenly made my way down stairs to the common room, tired of trying to fall asleep in my bed. I sat down with a 'thunk' onto the rug by the fireplace. The sound of footsteps broke me of my reverie and I smiled.
"Harry?" I asked with a grin, watching the silhouette making its way down the boys dormitory stairs.
"Sorry Hermione, it's only Neville."
"Oh. That's okay, come sit with me."
"What's bothering you?"
"Nothing."
"Are you sure?" He asks gently, raising an eyebrow at me. I look at him and smile.
"Am I that easy to read?"
"Yes, but don't change the subject. What's on your mind?"
"I was thinking about someone" I say quietly, picking at the fuzz from the carpet. I can feel his eyes on me through the darkness; hear the wisdom in his voice.
"Harry?" he asks.
"How did you know?"
"I see you two together a lot more lately, and how you act around each other when you think know one is watching. Anyone would be confused at least a little bit if they were in your shoes. Especially me."
"Oh."
"Do you love him?"
"..."
"You can trust me. I won't tell anyone."
"I know."
"So do you?" he asks, and leans forward a little bit closer. I sigh. Even I'm not really sure.
"I think I do Neville. I really think I do. But how can I be sure? How do I know if he loves me back?"
"Ask him."
I yawn, surprised that now I'm tired. I smile at Neville; I had never known he was that insightful.
"Thanks for listening to me. I'm going to go to bed though." I pause, biting my tongue, rolling an idea over in my head. "Say Neville, would you say anything if I snuck into Harry's room?"
I hear him chuckle softly. "No, of course not. G'night."
"Goodnight."
Instead of ambling up to the girls dormitories I go up to the boys. Quietly I open the door and close it behind me, tiptoeing to Harry's bed. I open the bed curtains slightly and slide into bed with him. His bed is warm and his pillow smells of the cologne I gave him last year for his birthday along with a miniature flying snitch and broom charmed to chase after it.
I close my eyes, quickly drifting into sleep. I feel his arm drape over me, pulling me closer to him. I rest my head on his chest and fall asleep.
"I love you Harry."
"I love you too Hermione."
~*~*~*~
A/N- Awwww! Don't you think that was kinda cute? Any who, please review! Hey, that rhymed! I'm a poet and I didn't even know it!
Disclaimer- I will own Harry Potter when this story has 10,000 reviews. : )
If only if only,
The novelist cries
"Peoples reviews were as nice as the skies"
While she waits for your comment
Anxious and lonely
She cries to the readers "If only, if only"
That, as you can probably tell, is an adaptation from the poem used in Holes, but I wrote it myself, so please do not use it unless you ask me.
~*~*~*~ I tossed around in my bed, hugging my pillow, eyes shut tightly. With a sigh I drew open my bed curtains, looking at the crescent moon with irritation. Tonight I could not seem to fall asleep, and the soft sounds of the other girls sleeping upset me. How could they all rest so easily while I worried about saving the world?!
I dug through my trunk and retrieved my robe, slipping my bare feet into a pair of socks Ron's mom had sewed my last Christmas. Poor Ron, it was probably way worse for him, and he didn't have a clue why.
Closing the door to the girls dorms, I sullenly made my way down stairs to the common room, tired of trying to fall asleep in my bed. I sat down with a 'thunk' onto the rug by the fireplace. The sound of footsteps broke me of my reverie and I smiled.
"Harry?" I asked with a grin, watching the silhouette making its way down the boys dormitory stairs.
"Sorry Hermione, it's only Neville."
"Oh. That's okay, come sit with me."
"What's bothering you?"
"Nothing."
"Are you sure?" He asks gently, raising an eyebrow at me. I look at him and smile.
"Am I that easy to read?"
"Yes, but don't change the subject. What's on your mind?"
"I was thinking about someone" I say quietly, picking at the fuzz from the carpet. I can feel his eyes on me through the darkness; hear the wisdom in his voice.
"Harry?" he asks.
"How did you know?"
"I see you two together a lot more lately, and how you act around each other when you think know one is watching. Anyone would be confused at least a little bit if they were in your shoes. Especially me."
"Oh."
"Do you love him?"
"..."
"You can trust me. I won't tell anyone."
"I know."
"So do you?" he asks, and leans forward a little bit closer. I sigh. Even I'm not really sure.
"I think I do Neville. I really think I do. But how can I be sure? How do I know if he loves me back?"
"Ask him."
I yawn, surprised that now I'm tired. I smile at Neville; I had never known he was that insightful.
"Thanks for listening to me. I'm going to go to bed though." I pause, biting my tongue, rolling an idea over in my head. "Say Neville, would you say anything if I snuck into Harry's room?"
I hear him chuckle softly. "No, of course not. G'night."
"Goodnight."
Instead of ambling up to the girls dormitories I go up to the boys. Quietly I open the door and close it behind me, tiptoeing to Harry's bed. I open the bed curtains slightly and slide into bed with him. His bed is warm and his pillow smells of the cologne I gave him last year for his birthday along with a miniature flying snitch and broom charmed to chase after it.
I close my eyes, quickly drifting into sleep. I feel his arm drape over me, pulling me closer to him. I rest my head on his chest and fall asleep.
"I love you Harry."
"I love you too Hermione."
~*~*~*~
A/N- Awwww! Don't you think that was kinda cute? Any who, please review! Hey, that rhymed! I'm a poet and I didn't even know it!