What they didn't know
Hi, here's my second story. I hope you like it, if you don't, blame the characters because I just had the idea, they wrote the story. Blah blah blah, Characters are JKR's the story is mine, although there are about a thousand other H/H shippers out there in fanfic world.
A/N~ This story doesn't have much of a plot except trying to get Harry and Hermione together, so if you like action and adventure go read something else. Oh, and the characters are inhumanly perfect and sweet, so if you don't like that either you have been warned. R/R thanks!
Chapter 1
Friday evening 7:30pm
"Why, why won't he notice me", cried Hermione into her pillow. She stood up and faced her mirror. This is why she thought, you are plain, short, and have mousy brown hair. You aren't a gorgeous busty blonde like those other girls that hang around him. Why on earth would you think that you had a chance with Harry Potter! "Because I love him" she answered her thoughts as she looked guiltily around to see if anyone had heard her confession burst from her lips. It was her most closely guarded secret, one she had kept for six long painful years. The only things that knew were her mirror and pillow that had patiently listened for those years without saying a word to anybody. It made no sense! For someone as intelligent as her she was sure showing some obvious signs of stupidity. She had sworn to herself that she would never fall in love, her head was more important than her heart. But that was before Harry Potter had entered her life, he was the secret that she had been keeping for six years. Now she was beginning to regret guarding it so carefully. She could remember the day that they had met like it was yesterday….
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Flashback to the first year on the Hogwarts Express.
She was helping Neville search for his toad when she burst in on Harry and Ron talking. When she saw Harry, she somehow knew that it would be him, against every iota of sense in her body her heart seemed fated to be given to this unknown (to her) boy with black hair. Ron was attempting to put a spell on his rat. She just had to show off and tell them that all the spells that she had tried had worked the first time. (stupid, stupid, stupid) She hadn't really understood what had happened to her the first time she laid eyes on Harry Potter, but she was soon to find out….
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Back to the present
Now it was her seventh year at Hogwarts and she still couldn't explain what had happened to her that day on the Hogwarts Express. It was obvious to her that she was in love with Harry, she just didn't know why. She had gotten more O.W.L.s than Bill Weasly and it was generally accepted that she would be Valedictorian. She was Head Girl and Harry was Head Boy. She was still a bookworm and he was head of the Gryffindor Quidditch team. Not much had changed except that she had toned down the bossy, disapproving attitude and had grown up. As a result of this she was reasonably well liked. She had plenty of dates, or she would if she accepted them. She had been on a few dates and had realized that it was as pointless as it was painful to try and be happy with anyone other than Harry.
Harry would never consider her as a possible girlfriend. She was his best friend, barely even female in *his* eyes. Ohhhh, his eyes. His beautiful eyes, like green glass pools that you could lose your heart and soul in staring into them day after day after day. And to tell the truth, it wasn't just his looks. It's true that he is the cutest guy I've ever seen, including Gilderoy Lockhart,
She thought decisively. Harry, with his slender but well toned body, his gorgeous green eyes, and his night black flyaway hair. How many times had she held him in her arms after he had been injured at a Quidditch match or fighting Malfoy and smoothed his hair away from his face… But it was only as a friend comforts a friend, nothing romantic there. She thought with a sigh."Errrrghhh" Hermione 'quietly' screamed as she took out her frustration on an unoffending pillow. Why couldn't have I fallen for another guy, She thought. But we're so perfect for each other, we know everything about each other. He would never be truly happy with anyone else; she knew that for certain. Other girls just thought of him as an object or prize. Harry Potter, the dishy Quidditch star, rich as a king and handsome as a god. Famous for defeating Voldemort not once, but twice and with the scar to prove it.
To her he was Harry. The boy she had held when he had nightmares of his parents' deaths. The person that she had stayed up with all night when he couldn't sleep because of his 'wonderful' scar. She was the person that he trusted the knowledge of these weaknesses to, not even Ron knew. Unfortunately this intimate knowledge didn't put Hermione off, it merely made Harry even more wonderful in her mind. She had broken innumerable school rules for him. She had repaired many of his numerous injuries and had cast countless numbers of spell on his glasses to protect them. She had held his hand when he was frightened, for even "The Boy Who Lived" was frightened sometimes. She always had that obscure piece of information for him, that much needed fact or unknown book. She would always be there for him, fighting beside him. She would even die for him. "For who you stupid git" She said to herself, "For the boy who doesn't even notice that you're a girl, the boy you don't have a chance with!" "But also the boy I love", she answered herself. A small sigh escaped her treacherous lips. That was the second time that she had admitted out loud that she loved Harry. It's probably very obvious, it's not like I'm exactly inconspicuous that I'm with him *all* the time. The whole school probably knows, or at least suspects. He's probably the only one who *doesn't* know. A third time "I love Harry Potter, the boy who knows everything about me" Except this.
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Flashback to 5th year
I can't believe how well this is working, Hermione thought to herself. No one even suspects that I like Harry, let alone Harry himself. I've played the part of the studious disapproving friend very well. He'll never find out, she thought as she burst into tears.
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Present
Yes
, Hermione grimaced as she thought, I did play that part rather well. I played it even better my first year, I even got Harry to dislike me.~~~
Flashback to 1st year to the battle with the troll
Hermione had seen and heard Ron and Harry talking about how much calmer it was when she wasn't lecturing them. They enjoyed the peace and quiet. She was so upset that she fled to the bathroom and proceeded to cry her eyes out. She hadn't heard the message about the troll. Harry and Ron had come to save her. Her Harry had come to protect her.
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Present
Hermione felt a warm and fuzzy feeling wash over her like a warm ocean wave washing across the sand. Hmmm, walking in the wet sand and holding hands with Harry. Suddenly she looked up from her daydreaming and felt like she had been hit with a pail of cold water instead of her warm ocean wave. Why do you do this to yourself, Hermione, she said to herself. You know that you'll never tell Harry, you're too scared. Yes you, the amazing Hermione Granger, the Head Girl who spends her free time with Professor McGonagall, Sirius Black, and Professor Lupin. You, who are friends with the strictest professor in school, a convicted felon, and a werewolf. You are too scared to tell Harold James Potter that you are in love with him. Why can't you tell one person how you feel about them. You've always prided yourself in putting your head before your heart, and your head is telling you to tell him! It's not right that one boy, one stupid boy can do this to you! And with that she collapsed onto her bed and started crying into her pillow.
