I know that R-rating might be a little rough for now but it will heat up a
bit. the rating might also go up. here's the summary-Someone has some
masked feelings for the pretty Hermione Granger but you dont get to know
until they actually say it to her. They are deeply in love with her and
there are many that could be it so read to find out. It gets a little
morbid sometimes so watch out. The person in love with Hermione might not
be a boy, too. Keep that in mind.
Love always and don't forget to review
Prequel
You know it when you caught yourself staring. Never blinking, ever staring. No matter what I do, I cannot get her out of my mind. A step away and I can lace my hands through her soft brown hair. It had lost its bushiness in the last few years and she had grown out her long awkward stage. Her cinnamon eyes had deepened and body matured but I could only watch from a distance. I could never be apart of her. Never make her a part of me. Never take her to my chest and breathe in her raspberry scent. All I can do is stare and wish for a time where she would come and pour out as much love to me as I wish I could show to her. I stare at her from another world where she would never wish to be. Watching her talk secretly to that Potter bit. The bane of my pitiful existence. He is the only one she wants. She is everything. She is my everything but I am nothing to her.
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Hermione looked over her shoulder. She had that feeling again, that feeling as if someone was watching her. It was a hot tingling sensation that always came to her when she was in potions. Her eyes flashed over the people that sat close to her. Harry on one side and by order of Snape, Mafloy on the other. He was as dreadful as ever but he seemed to have softened in her mind since Voldemort had come back. She pitied what life he now had to lead with his father being a Deatheater and all. He had also grown handsome over the summer. Hermione shook her head. Come on this is Mafloy, not her beloved Harry, who had also grown handsome over the summer. The Dursley's had vacationed in Mali this summer and were forced to take Harry with them. He had grown taller and tan. She too had vacationed this summer but in Egypt. Her tan was far more obvious than his. She was a golden brown with much lighter hair. Blond streaks shot through her hair from far too much time in the sun. he was her everything but what she meant to him was yet to be known.
Love always and don't forget to review
Prequel
You know it when you caught yourself staring. Never blinking, ever staring. No matter what I do, I cannot get her out of my mind. A step away and I can lace my hands through her soft brown hair. It had lost its bushiness in the last few years and she had grown out her long awkward stage. Her cinnamon eyes had deepened and body matured but I could only watch from a distance. I could never be apart of her. Never make her a part of me. Never take her to my chest and breathe in her raspberry scent. All I can do is stare and wish for a time where she would come and pour out as much love to me as I wish I could show to her. I stare at her from another world where she would never wish to be. Watching her talk secretly to that Potter bit. The bane of my pitiful existence. He is the only one she wants. She is everything. She is my everything but I am nothing to her.
***
Hermione looked over her shoulder. She had that feeling again, that feeling as if someone was watching her. It was a hot tingling sensation that always came to her when she was in potions. Her eyes flashed over the people that sat close to her. Harry on one side and by order of Snape, Mafloy on the other. He was as dreadful as ever but he seemed to have softened in her mind since Voldemort had come back. She pitied what life he now had to lead with his father being a Deatheater and all. He had also grown handsome over the summer. Hermione shook her head. Come on this is Mafloy, not her beloved Harry, who had also grown handsome over the summer. The Dursley's had vacationed in Mali this summer and were forced to take Harry with them. He had grown taller and tan. She too had vacationed this summer but in Egypt. Her tan was far more obvious than his. She was a golden brown with much lighter hair. Blond streaks shot through her hair from far too much time in the sun. he was her everything but what she meant to him was yet to be known.