TITLE: Secrets Of The Heart
AUTHOR: Agent Elisa
DISCLAIMER: Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron
Weasley and all other characters associated with this
story does not belong to me. They are the property
of J.K. Rowling, and I'm just using them for a little
while to live out my dreams...
SPOILERS: Harry Potter and the Sorcerers Stone, Harry Potter and
the Chamber of Secrets, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
RATED: G
AUTHOR'S NOTES: I'm not really used to write Harry Potter fanfic,
I have to state that! I'm an X-Files obsesse, you see, and all fanfic
I've ever written has been XF-related. But after finishing Harry Potter and
the Prisoner of Azkaban I felt so empty inside this
just had to be written. And also, I'm not crazy with the thought
of Harry and Hermione getting romantically involved, they're both
pretty young and the Harry Potter books doesn't focus on the love
between the main characters (expect the one between Harry and his
dead parents), but it just felt... cool. Deal with it.
SUMMARY: Even Hermione Granger has secrets of the heart...
**SECRETS OF THE HEART**
by Agent Elisa
(agent_elisa@hotmail.com)
Dear Diary,
I wish he knew. I wish he knew, even if his response would be
negative, and even if my feelings would turn out not to be
reciprocal. I wish he realised it without me needing to tell,
and most of all I wish he would be the one to bring the subject
up. I wish that he would give me one of those rare smiles, take
my hand and say I mean more to him than anyone, that he consider
me to be more than a friend. I have known him for three years; and
loved him every second of them. Ever since that goblin incident
on my first year at Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry,
my heart has wandered with him wherever he have went.
But loving your best friend, that ain't easy, I'm telling you.
Being in love with a gorgeous, famous wizard and hero, someone
I every day has the benefit of hearing calling my name, but knowing
I can't have, that hurts. And it hurts to have the dreadful knowledge that my
love object leads a far more dangerous life than anyone else
of his age, and that I've been close to losing him more times than what should
be allowed for a young girl. It is horrible to lay awake at night, knowing
tomorrow could be the day when another truth is uncovered, where
another adventure begins,
where another quest starts. A quest that could hurt him, or even - God forbid - kill him.
It hurts so badly to be aware of my painful helplessness when it comes to my love; that
I cannot stop him when he wants to go, when another clue about his parents or
his past pops up.
And Ron... how much help is he? Maybe, at times, it is comforting to know
that he, just like me, hates the thought of his best friend getting harmed in
any way, but it isn't for him like for me. Ron isn't in love with Harry.
I am. Oh God, Harry, I love you so much it hurts. It hurts my heart,
it kills my mind, every hour, minute and second apart from you is as walking on needles.
Why can't I let you know? Why do I have the courage to follow you in dangerous situtaions
that threathens both our (and Ron's) lifes, but not to tell you I love you? You can't see
it in the way I act, not in the way I speak, not to you nor to anyone else.
But if you look deep
into my eyes... there is a slight chance, the slightest, that you, with
your genial mind can read the words, the meaning printed and carved in there: I love you, Harry.
And I hope for it, Harry, that you can find the golden key to my heart, open
it up, go inside and discover the secrets of the heart that belongs to me... Hermione.
Because then, and only then, you would realise how deep my undying love for you is, Harry.
The End
AUTHOR: Agent Elisa
DISCLAIMER: Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron
Weasley and all other characters associated with this
story does not belong to me. They are the property
of J.K. Rowling, and I'm just using them for a little
while to live out my dreams...
SPOILERS: Harry Potter and the Sorcerers Stone, Harry Potter and
the Chamber of Secrets, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
RATED: G
AUTHOR'S NOTES: I'm not really used to write Harry Potter fanfic,
I have to state that! I'm an X-Files obsesse, you see, and all fanfic
I've ever written has been XF-related. But after finishing Harry Potter and
the Prisoner of Azkaban I felt so empty inside this
just had to be written. And also, I'm not crazy with the thought
of Harry and Hermione getting romantically involved, they're both
pretty young and the Harry Potter books doesn't focus on the love
between the main characters (expect the one between Harry and his
dead parents), but it just felt... cool. Deal with it.
SUMMARY: Even Hermione Granger has secrets of the heart...
**SECRETS OF THE HEART**
by Agent Elisa
(agent_elisa@hotmail.com)
Dear Diary,
I wish he knew. I wish he knew, even if his response would be
negative, and even if my feelings would turn out not to be
reciprocal. I wish he realised it without me needing to tell,
and most of all I wish he would be the one to bring the subject
up. I wish that he would give me one of those rare smiles, take
my hand and say I mean more to him than anyone, that he consider
me to be more than a friend. I have known him for three years; and
loved him every second of them. Ever since that goblin incident
on my first year at Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry,
my heart has wandered with him wherever he have went.
But loving your best friend, that ain't easy, I'm telling you.
Being in love with a gorgeous, famous wizard and hero, someone
I every day has the benefit of hearing calling my name, but knowing
I can't have, that hurts. And it hurts to have the dreadful knowledge that my
love object leads a far more dangerous life than anyone else
of his age, and that I've been close to losing him more times than what should
be allowed for a young girl. It is horrible to lay awake at night, knowing
tomorrow could be the day when another truth is uncovered, where
another adventure begins,
where another quest starts. A quest that could hurt him, or even - God forbid - kill him.
It hurts so badly to be aware of my painful helplessness when it comes to my love; that
I cannot stop him when he wants to go, when another clue about his parents or
his past pops up.
And Ron... how much help is he? Maybe, at times, it is comforting to know
that he, just like me, hates the thought of his best friend getting harmed in
any way, but it isn't for him like for me. Ron isn't in love with Harry.
I am. Oh God, Harry, I love you so much it hurts. It hurts my heart,
it kills my mind, every hour, minute and second apart from you is as walking on needles.
Why can't I let you know? Why do I have the courage to follow you in dangerous situtaions
that threathens both our (and Ron's) lifes, but not to tell you I love you? You can't see
it in the way I act, not in the way I speak, not to you nor to anyone else.
But if you look deep
into my eyes... there is a slight chance, the slightest, that you, with
your genial mind can read the words, the meaning printed and carved in there: I love you, Harry.
And I hope for it, Harry, that you can find the golden key to my heart, open
it up, go inside and discover the secrets of the heart that belongs to me... Hermione.
Because then, and only then, you would realise how deep my undying love for you is, Harry.
The End
