Desires of the Heart
Summary: Simply put, this is a R/Hr story from Hermione's perspective. As the story develops, Ron and Hermione will explore the deepest desires each of their hearts hold and will realize how achievable these desires are. I can't really tell you much more since I am making this up chapter by chapter. That said, enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any characters or plots related to the Harry Potter series. I am not writing this story for profit, nor am I writing it to claim ownership of anything Harry Potter related.
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Chapter 1: Absence makes the heart grow fonder
Hermione lay on her bed reading a book (200 reasons not to listen to a banshee). It was the summer holidays after her fourth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. This year, Hermione would be going into her fifth year, a very important year as she had to sit her O.W.Ls (Ordinary Wizardry Levels). Needless to say, Hermione was taking her O.W.Ls very seriously and had already begun studying.
After a while, Hermione let out an agitated grunt and slammed her book shut angrily. As much as she tried, she just couldn't concentrate. How was she going to pass her O.W.Ls if these damn questions kept popping into her mind every two seconds? She sat up and looked around. Without even thinking, she instinctively pulled a piece of parchment and a quill towards her and began writing.
Dear Ron,
Why haven't you written to me? Are you angry with me or....
"Aaarrrgh" Hermione growled as she scrunched the parchment up and threw it at the bin with a poorly aimed throw. Why did it bother her so much? Sure, it was true - her friends had written very little to her since school ended. She had received a few messages from Harry, carried by Hedwig of course, at the begging of the summer, but now Hedwig had ceased to appear. But Hermione wasn't upset. Harry had said that the Dursley's were giving him an unusual amount of trouble, and that it was growing increasingly difficult for him to sneak messages out.
But that wasn't what angered Hermione. She hadn't received one letter from Ron - not one. Harry had a reason not to write, yet he still managed to send a few. Ron, however, came from a wizardry family. He wouldn't have any trouble sending an owl to her. Then why hadn't he written? Something about this; Hermione couldn't think why it bothered her so much. After all, its just Ron. What's so important about a letter from him?
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A week before first term started, Hermione was sitting at the kitchen table, eating breakfast with her parents. Suddenly, there was a flutter of wings and Hermione's heart skipped a beat as she looked up, hoping to see Pigwidgeon. However, a large and important looking brown owl had flown in the open window and was circling above the table. It dropped the letter it was carrying onto the table and flew back out the window. Hermione picked up the envelope and examined the large crest on the back. It was from Hogwarts.
She opened the envelope and took out the folded piece of parchment. She unfolded it and began to read. "It's a list of school books for this year," Hermione informed her parents as her eyes darted across the parchment, "We'll need to go to Diagon Alley to get them."
Her father, who was sitting reading the paper, looked up and nodded. "We'll go next Monday, if you like. Perhaps we'll see your friends there." Hermione's heart, which by now had slowed to a steady tempo, once again started beating like a speeding train. Maybe, she thought, maybe Ron will be there. Then, realizing what she had so unwillingly just thought, she shook her head, as if trying to shake the thought out. She went upstairs to her room and threw herself down onto her bed. "Why did I suddenly think about Ron?" Hermione whispered to herself as she stared up at the ceiling.
Summary: Simply put, this is a R/Hr story from Hermione's perspective. As the story develops, Ron and Hermione will explore the deepest desires each of their hearts hold and will realize how achievable these desires are. I can't really tell you much more since I am making this up chapter by chapter. That said, enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any characters or plots related to the Harry Potter series. I am not writing this story for profit, nor am I writing it to claim ownership of anything Harry Potter related.
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Chapter 1: Absence makes the heart grow fonder
Hermione lay on her bed reading a book (200 reasons not to listen to a banshee). It was the summer holidays after her fourth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. This year, Hermione would be going into her fifth year, a very important year as she had to sit her O.W.Ls (Ordinary Wizardry Levels). Needless to say, Hermione was taking her O.W.Ls very seriously and had already begun studying.
After a while, Hermione let out an agitated grunt and slammed her book shut angrily. As much as she tried, she just couldn't concentrate. How was she going to pass her O.W.Ls if these damn questions kept popping into her mind every two seconds? She sat up and looked around. Without even thinking, she instinctively pulled a piece of parchment and a quill towards her and began writing.
Dear Ron,
Why haven't you written to me? Are you angry with me or....
"Aaarrrgh" Hermione growled as she scrunched the parchment up and threw it at the bin with a poorly aimed throw. Why did it bother her so much? Sure, it was true - her friends had written very little to her since school ended. She had received a few messages from Harry, carried by Hedwig of course, at the begging of the summer, but now Hedwig had ceased to appear. But Hermione wasn't upset. Harry had said that the Dursley's were giving him an unusual amount of trouble, and that it was growing increasingly difficult for him to sneak messages out.
But that wasn't what angered Hermione. She hadn't received one letter from Ron - not one. Harry had a reason not to write, yet he still managed to send a few. Ron, however, came from a wizardry family. He wouldn't have any trouble sending an owl to her. Then why hadn't he written? Something about this; Hermione couldn't think why it bothered her so much. After all, its just Ron. What's so important about a letter from him?
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A week before first term started, Hermione was sitting at the kitchen table, eating breakfast with her parents. Suddenly, there was a flutter of wings and Hermione's heart skipped a beat as she looked up, hoping to see Pigwidgeon. However, a large and important looking brown owl had flown in the open window and was circling above the table. It dropped the letter it was carrying onto the table and flew back out the window. Hermione picked up the envelope and examined the large crest on the back. It was from Hogwarts.
She opened the envelope and took out the folded piece of parchment. She unfolded it and began to read. "It's a list of school books for this year," Hermione informed her parents as her eyes darted across the parchment, "We'll need to go to Diagon Alley to get them."
Her father, who was sitting reading the paper, looked up and nodded. "We'll go next Monday, if you like. Perhaps we'll see your friends there." Hermione's heart, which by now had slowed to a steady tempo, once again started beating like a speeding train. Maybe, she thought, maybe Ron will be there. Then, realizing what she had so unwillingly just thought, she shook her head, as if trying to shake the thought out. She went upstairs to her room and threw herself down onto her bed. "Why did I suddenly think about Ron?" Hermione whispered to herself as she stared up at the ceiling.