Snow, Fire and the Ice Queen
Authors note: This is my first fan fic. So please give constructive criticisms. Thanks!
Furthermore, I feel obliged to point out I own none of the characters featured in this story that have been taken from J.K Rowling's outstanding novels. Also I'd like to apologise for the shortness of this chapter, but it's just to see what people think of my writing. Enjoy!
Harry sat … and sat … pondered … and then pondered and sat a bit more. He was sick of the same everyday routine. He would get up, put on his robes, have lessons, Quiddich practice, so on and so forth, and every day he would see her. With her bushy brown hair and perfectly fastened tie, her 'know it all' expression. He loved her, he knew it and he hated it!
Why did it all have to happen like this? Harry felt confused and angry at himself for letting his emotions get the better of him. He was supposed to be a legend, he was 'the boy who lived', but he was quickly found he was nothing compared to the brilliance of Hermione.
They got on so well in their fifth summer at the Weasley's house. Ron had been so busy doing chores Mrs. Weasley had set for him, Hermione and Harry has a lot of time alone, too much time. They would take trips to diagon alley, practice spells for the coming year at Hogwarts, cuddle in front of a cosy fire as the nights drew in, extinguishing the fiery sun.
Harry knew there was something between them, even Hermione in her all her work obsessed manner admitted there was something there. They were getting on so well, but every time they were approaching being more than just friends, every moment they nearly kissed Ron would barge in. The great oaf!
Harry respected Ron as a friend, so much so, he couldn't bring himself to ask Hermione out, especially not since Ron and Hermione broke up last summer. It all felt so wrong but Harry couldn't control it, the situation was out of his hands.
"O.K., I'll just do it, I'll tell her." Harry whispered from the cosy dormitory window, watching the snow fall, clasping frozen trees, painfully reminding him of her. "I'll tell her … I think I love her."
Fuelled by adrenaline alone, Harry swung himself down from his bed and made for the door. But he began to slow down. He couldn't do it. But he must, a strange kind of magic kept him moving; love.
The ancient door creaked on it's hinges as Harry, attempting to remain casual, strode down the stairs. Half tripping, he reached the bottom and there she was, sitting in front of the reminiscent fire, not a snowflake in sight.
"Harry, what do you want? Are you stuck with Potions again?" She remarked sarcastically.
"No, more a kind of Charms disaster today." Harry half truthfully proclaimed, sitting on the couch next to Hermione.
"Ah, Harry please, you've messed up all my homework, aarg, move over onto that other seat will you."
Harry felt the distance between them and it hurt. "Yes, as I was saying, charms …"
Harry and Hermione both turned as the portrait of the fat lady swung open and crashed against the wall. Out appeared a flaming mass of red hair.
"Hi everybody, sorry I'm late, detention with Snape, sheesh, what did I miss." Laughed Ron.
"Nothing, thanks to you." Muttered Harry under his breath.
The days rolled on by, but the ice around Hogwarts only became colder and the storms more sinister. But Hermione and Harry were a million miles from there, sipping warmed pumpkin juice in front of the hazy, rosy glow of the fire. Hermione had softened her view to Harry and she felt bad for ignoring him.
"I'm sorry I've been so distant recently, the exams have taken a toll on me, anyway Harry you, were just about to say something." … Hermione waited "Well?"
"Oh what, yeah," garbled Harry, snapping out of day dream, "I was just wondering, you know how we spent the summer at the Ron's?"
Hermione nodded her head, tilting her head slightly in confusion "What about it?"
"Well, did you think, we were, you know, getting along better than usual?"
"Harry, what on Earth do you mean…" Hermione began.
"Just I've been thinking about you more and more recently and, Hermione, I think, I think I'm in love with you" Harry said feeling sick with nerves, but at the same time thrilled by a rush of relief that he had finally told her.
"Oh, Harry I felt, the same way, but I'm not quite sure, I mean, what about Ronald, and what with our exams and you-know-who and …"
Harry didn't know what to do; he gave into impulse and kissed her. Their lips met and suddenly Hermione surrendered her protest and gave into the emotion she had been trying to master since the summer.
Finally Harry broke away, he gazed into Hermione's eyes, his heart full of emotion, it felt somewhat unreal.
"I love you to Harry," whispered Hermione
END
Just to let you know, there should be a sequel, unless my fragile writing confidence is shattered ha ha! Please review and let me know if I should continue. Thanks!