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The Sixth Year : Part One
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Chapter 1
The winter sun shined through the Gryffindor common room window, as Harry, Ron, and Hermione, sat by the fire sipping steaming hot butterbeers, one chilly November morning.
The three friends were well underway of their sixth year at Hogwarts, school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and it was going to be a memorable one at that.
After the horrors of last years incident in the Department of Mysteries, everyone, especially Harry, was looking forward to a tragic-free, Voldemort-free year. Quite frankly, both, Ron, and Hermione believed that Harry hadn't quite gotten over Sirius' death, even though he had been good at hiding it. Whenever, they had tried to discuss it with him, Harry would either:
a) Explode with anger,
b) Quickly change the subject,
Or, c) Burst into tears, though this was the rarest of the three outcomes.
Chapter 2
Ever since the first day of term, Harry found that Ron had been acting weird towards Hermione, even weirder than usual if that was possible. It was as if he had just realised that she was a girl or something . Harry had to admit that Hermione had grown up over the years.
Ron's new perspective, had made things a little unbearable at times, with all the awkward silences, and the many, Many more arguments between the two. Harry just wished they would hurry up and admit that they fancied each other, because all their lovelorn antics were driving him mad.
But today Ron was rather jumpy, and Harry thought that he was to soon, if not today, going to make his move on Hermione.
"About time" he thought
With that, he stared at the dancing flames of the fire, as his thoughts drifted towards his own love life, if it was to be called that. Ever since the 'Cho' incident back in fifth year, Harry hadn't had very much experience with the opposite sex. Now-a-days, he had developed a sort of thing for Ginny Weasley, but he knew he could never have her without having to deal with Ron first. He feared that Ron would give him a right beating, as he was rather protective of his little sister. Take the Micheal Corner incident, for example. That didn't go so well, Harry couldn't possibly imagine being in that position. Or Could he?
Chapter 3
Ron Weasley, felt all warm and fuzzy inside, and he knew it wasn't because of the butterbeer. He stared with admiration at the girl, rather, young woman, in front of him. Hermione Granger.
To Ron, she wasn't just a sight for sore eyes. She was beautiful with her illuminating features, fair skin, and gorgeous, yet bushy hair. But Hermione was much more than just a pretty face. She had a sparkling personality, which was a bit intimidating at first, and she was well, bloody brilliant.
He loved the way she would lecture him when he fell behind in his studies. The way her eyes got narrow and feisty when she was angry, and the way they twinkled when she laughed. He loved that too. He loved her obsession to always get top marks on everything, and they way she'd stress if she didn't get at least 110% on any exams. He had always loved everything about her. Every quirk, pet peeve, and personality trait, but today Ron had come to realize that he was in love with her. If only he could overcome his fear of her not returning his feelings................
Chapter 4
Hermione had secretly adored Ronald Weasley, youngest male of the Weasley clan for the past six years of her life. She sat by the cackling fire that day, wondering if he felt the same way about her.
She had grown accustom to Ron's chiselled and muscular body he had developed over the summers past. He had grown several feet and was no longer the little runt boy Hermione had once known. She had to agree with Parvati and Lavendar, Ron did have one rather HOT body!
His rugged features were so very masculine, but she also admired his boyish features, like his cute Weasley dimples, freckles, crooked grin, and that Hair! Oh how did she ever love his hair that, coincidently matched the scarlet of his face, whenever he had become flustered or embarrassed. This seemed to happen a lot lately, or at least whenever she was in his company.
"Strange......" she thought to herself
However mostly, she did treasure his eyes. So full of wonder and curiosity, like a little child. She was enchanted by their brilliant blue colour. Oh, how she wished she could swim within their depths all day long.
AN: Sry about the four chappies at once thing, I already have this written out and I can't really change it! so sry about the inconvienience.
Chrismukkah-hunnie OUT!!!