All I wanted was You
Disclaimer: I have no connection to JK Rowling whatsoever. I'm not profiting out of this story, it's merely for the fans to bide them over until Order of the Phoenix. Enjoy!
The storm that cracked through the peaceful night was getting stronger. Jagged, white bolts of lightning coursed from heaven to earth, and thunder rolled through the grey clouds like a tiger's throaty growl. A castle, misty in the pelting rain, illuminated in a yellowish glow; its peaks of marble blue glistening with sleet. Bright fiery torches sent twinkles against the numerous windows around the castle, the insides almost cheery with warmth.
Fifteen year old Hermione Granger lay curled up in her bed, auburn hair pulled in a pony-tail, dark eyes wide. "It's just a storm...just a storm," the Hogwarts fifth year muttered to herself. She crawled out of her bed, feeling the warmth of her body spread into the air.
Hermione could see the other three girls in her dorm sleeping soundly. She crawled to the window, heart pounding awkwardly. Hermione could hardly see into the night - the window was streaked with rain. Every few moments the night would light up with a flash of white, and Hermione jumped each time.
"I'll be fine...I don't know what I'm worrying about," Hermione told herself. She curled up beside the window, feeling the cold draft of the outdoors pierce her skin. How many more hours of this would she have to endure? The next flash of lightning was immediately followed by a boom of thunder. This time Hermione jumped and shrieked. She hurried to her feet, sliding across the wooden floor, and ran from the dorm room. No one was in the halls, and Hermione's shadow stealthily moved along the wall as she barreled down the hallway.
The teenager gulped as she met the end of the girl's dormitory. Hermione wasn't even supposed to be out of bed at this time of night! She crept down the spiral staircase to the Gryffindor house common room. Hermione found comfort curled up on a couch beside the forever burning fire in the room. Hermione breathed in through her nose and out through her mouth, trying to calm herself.
It had been an hour. Hermione was dozing on the edge of the red sofa, nodding in and out of a light sleep. The rain had not let up, and every time thunder cracked, Hermione was awake. She muttered angrily, cursing herself for being so scared and cursing the weather for scaring her.
"What are you doing down here?" Hermione heard a deep voice, a soothing voice, sound behind her.
She turned around, and saw her best friend - Harry Potter. The fifteen year old's dark brown hair was half-standing up, his glasses gone. The boy's bright blue eyes showed concern, as well as a certain pinch of fear.
"Harry?" Hermione turned all the way around, arms over the edge of the couch.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked, walking over to her. He was wearing green and white plaid pajamas, but he had a burgundy sweater over his pajama-top.
"I couldn't sleep. I hate storms," Hermione told him as Harry sat beside her on the couch.
"I know what you mean," Harry gave the girl a small smile, trying to let her know he understood.
Hermione opened her mouth. "What? You mean, you, the famous Harry Potter, is afraid of a thunder storm?" Hermione grinned, nudging Harry in the ribs.
"Oh, come now," Harry grabbed Hermione's ponytail. "Anyway, according to Sirius...he just wrote me...but, he said the storm's covered most of the mainland, and the Witchizard News Station reported it'll be here for the next week!"
"No way!" Hermione moaned, putting her head in her hands. A bolt of lightning struck down, making the whole school rumble. Hermione shivered, scooting closer to Harry.
Harry felt Hermione's lean body pressured against his chest. He put an arm around her, holding her close. Hermione sighed, nuzzling her head underneath Harry's chin. "I hate storms," she whispered. Harry rested his chin on Hermione's head, closing his eyes. He felt Hermione shake every time it thundered or a bolt of lightning hit the ground, and she crept closer and closer.
Eventually, the two drifted off, the comfort of each other drowned out the storm. By the time morning rolled around, the storm hadn't let up, the sun hardly poking through the tough, grey clouds.
"Oh, God," a voice mumbled.
Hermione opened her eyes, letting them focus before she sat up. When she finally turned around, she saw a group of fellow Gryffindors bunched in the common room. Hermione turned back around, and then noticed why they were so aghast. She was lying on Harry. Hermione bumped Harry awake, and he groggily rose.
"What are you guys doing?" Ron Weasley, the two's best friend, gaped at them. His red hair paled in comparison to his face, and he looked furious.
"It's nothing. Don't any of you think on it! I got scared of the storm, and Harry's my friend...that's all," Hermione said in a loud voice, hoping everyone would hear her.
"Exactly. It's nothing, you guys." Harry stood up, slightly embarrassed. He saw the red tinge in Hermione's cheeks, too. The two fifteen year olds quickly budged past numbers of people, up their separate staircases to their dorms.
Hermione avoided her bunk mates, who were very anxious to see why she had been sleeping on Harry. The teenage girl got dressed and gathered her books, insisting it was nothing to her friends. They grinned and laughed, but eventually tired of the subject and left Hermione alone.
Harry and Hermione didn't meet up again until first break, after they had separate classes.
"Is everyone tormenting you, too?" Hermione asked her friend as they walked along the rain-echoing corridor of the school.
"Yeah. The guys are all hyped up about it, but I really do have to keep repeating myself," Harry told her.
"Potter! Would you imagine what I've just heard?" a snug sounding male voice made Harry and Hermione turn around. Draco Malfoy, another fifteen year old, glared at them, his dark blond hair looking like a glassy cap, his grey eyes glittering.
Harry rolled his eyes.
"I heard you and Granger were sleeping together last night! Imagine that! The Mudblood and the celebrity!" Draco scoffed. He towered over both Harry and Hermione, having taken an incredible growth spurt in the last few months.
"I'm not even going to BOTHER explaining it to you, Malfoy," Hermione spat at him, her normally tranquil eyes flaring with anger. Thunder boomed outside, and Hermione tried her best not to wince. Draco, however, had eyes like his eagle owl's. He noticed Hermione's flinch.
"Scared, Granger?" Draco dared. "Don't worry. I'm sure Potter will be your comfort."
Hermione lunged. Harry was a little too slow to catch the raging teenager, and she barreled into Draco, hands at his throat. Draco hit the floor, Hermione on top of him, shouting obscenities and trying very hard not to choke him to death. Draco yelled bloody murder, making such a fuss a herd of students came running. Hermione seemed to take no notice, though, and proceeded with slapping him across the face. Finally, Harry pulled his best friend off Draco and dragged her away.
"Let me back at him!" Hermione growled, twisting out of Harry's grip. Harry wrestled her arms to her sides.
"Hermione! Stop acting like Ron and look at this rationally!" Harry tried to calm her, but even he wanted to rip Draco's throat out.
Draco clambered to his feet, his throat red with fingerprints, one side of his pale face covered with red splotches. "You'll pay for this, Granger. My father doesn't take nicely to Mudbloods."
Harry shouted a very rude word at Draco, which made the teen blush red with anger, and storm down the hallway. Hermione was still raging, biting her lip to keep herself from attacking Draco again. The small group of students around them slowly parted, leaving Harry and Hermione standing in the hall.
"Wow. I don't know what came over me. I'm sorry, Harry, I must have seemed absolutely mad," Hermione's rational side took over, and she regulated her breathing. Harry let her go, and Hermione's arms dropped to pick up her fallen bag.
"He's been asking for that forever. Don't worry about it," Harry comforted. A brush of windy water gushed through an open window, splattering the ground near them.
"Oh. I'd almost forgotten about the storm," Hermione noted as they hurried off to their next class.
"Good. Maybe we need to get you a blow-up Draco you can beat the living daylights out of." Harry grinned, looking at Hermione. She grinned back, her smile lighting up her red-tinged face.
Disclaimer: I have no connection to JK Rowling whatsoever. I'm not profiting out of this story, it's merely for the fans to bide them over until Order of the Phoenix. Enjoy!
The storm that cracked through the peaceful night was getting stronger. Jagged, white bolts of lightning coursed from heaven to earth, and thunder rolled through the grey clouds like a tiger's throaty growl. A castle, misty in the pelting rain, illuminated in a yellowish glow; its peaks of marble blue glistening with sleet. Bright fiery torches sent twinkles against the numerous windows around the castle, the insides almost cheery with warmth.
Fifteen year old Hermione Granger lay curled up in her bed, auburn hair pulled in a pony-tail, dark eyes wide. "It's just a storm...just a storm," the Hogwarts fifth year muttered to herself. She crawled out of her bed, feeling the warmth of her body spread into the air.
Hermione could see the other three girls in her dorm sleeping soundly. She crawled to the window, heart pounding awkwardly. Hermione could hardly see into the night - the window was streaked with rain. Every few moments the night would light up with a flash of white, and Hermione jumped each time.
"I'll be fine...I don't know what I'm worrying about," Hermione told herself. She curled up beside the window, feeling the cold draft of the outdoors pierce her skin. How many more hours of this would she have to endure? The next flash of lightning was immediately followed by a boom of thunder. This time Hermione jumped and shrieked. She hurried to her feet, sliding across the wooden floor, and ran from the dorm room. No one was in the halls, and Hermione's shadow stealthily moved along the wall as she barreled down the hallway.
The teenager gulped as she met the end of the girl's dormitory. Hermione wasn't even supposed to be out of bed at this time of night! She crept down the spiral staircase to the Gryffindor house common room. Hermione found comfort curled up on a couch beside the forever burning fire in the room. Hermione breathed in through her nose and out through her mouth, trying to calm herself.
It had been an hour. Hermione was dozing on the edge of the red sofa, nodding in and out of a light sleep. The rain had not let up, and every time thunder cracked, Hermione was awake. She muttered angrily, cursing herself for being so scared and cursing the weather for scaring her.
"What are you doing down here?" Hermione heard a deep voice, a soothing voice, sound behind her.
She turned around, and saw her best friend - Harry Potter. The fifteen year old's dark brown hair was half-standing up, his glasses gone. The boy's bright blue eyes showed concern, as well as a certain pinch of fear.
"Harry?" Hermione turned all the way around, arms over the edge of the couch.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked, walking over to her. He was wearing green and white plaid pajamas, but he had a burgundy sweater over his pajama-top.
"I couldn't sleep. I hate storms," Hermione told him as Harry sat beside her on the couch.
"I know what you mean," Harry gave the girl a small smile, trying to let her know he understood.
Hermione opened her mouth. "What? You mean, you, the famous Harry Potter, is afraid of a thunder storm?" Hermione grinned, nudging Harry in the ribs.
"Oh, come now," Harry grabbed Hermione's ponytail. "Anyway, according to Sirius...he just wrote me...but, he said the storm's covered most of the mainland, and the Witchizard News Station reported it'll be here for the next week!"
"No way!" Hermione moaned, putting her head in her hands. A bolt of lightning struck down, making the whole school rumble. Hermione shivered, scooting closer to Harry.
Harry felt Hermione's lean body pressured against his chest. He put an arm around her, holding her close. Hermione sighed, nuzzling her head underneath Harry's chin. "I hate storms," she whispered. Harry rested his chin on Hermione's head, closing his eyes. He felt Hermione shake every time it thundered or a bolt of lightning hit the ground, and she crept closer and closer.
Eventually, the two drifted off, the comfort of each other drowned out the storm. By the time morning rolled around, the storm hadn't let up, the sun hardly poking through the tough, grey clouds.
"Oh, God," a voice mumbled.
Hermione opened her eyes, letting them focus before she sat up. When she finally turned around, she saw a group of fellow Gryffindors bunched in the common room. Hermione turned back around, and then noticed why they were so aghast. She was lying on Harry. Hermione bumped Harry awake, and he groggily rose.
"What are you guys doing?" Ron Weasley, the two's best friend, gaped at them. His red hair paled in comparison to his face, and he looked furious.
"It's nothing. Don't any of you think on it! I got scared of the storm, and Harry's my friend...that's all," Hermione said in a loud voice, hoping everyone would hear her.
"Exactly. It's nothing, you guys." Harry stood up, slightly embarrassed. He saw the red tinge in Hermione's cheeks, too. The two fifteen year olds quickly budged past numbers of people, up their separate staircases to their dorms.
Hermione avoided her bunk mates, who were very anxious to see why she had been sleeping on Harry. The teenage girl got dressed and gathered her books, insisting it was nothing to her friends. They grinned and laughed, but eventually tired of the subject and left Hermione alone.
Harry and Hermione didn't meet up again until first break, after they had separate classes.
"Is everyone tormenting you, too?" Hermione asked her friend as they walked along the rain-echoing corridor of the school.
"Yeah. The guys are all hyped up about it, but I really do have to keep repeating myself," Harry told her.
"Potter! Would you imagine what I've just heard?" a snug sounding male voice made Harry and Hermione turn around. Draco Malfoy, another fifteen year old, glared at them, his dark blond hair looking like a glassy cap, his grey eyes glittering.
Harry rolled his eyes.
"I heard you and Granger were sleeping together last night! Imagine that! The Mudblood and the celebrity!" Draco scoffed. He towered over both Harry and Hermione, having taken an incredible growth spurt in the last few months.
"I'm not even going to BOTHER explaining it to you, Malfoy," Hermione spat at him, her normally tranquil eyes flaring with anger. Thunder boomed outside, and Hermione tried her best not to wince. Draco, however, had eyes like his eagle owl's. He noticed Hermione's flinch.
"Scared, Granger?" Draco dared. "Don't worry. I'm sure Potter will be your comfort."
Hermione lunged. Harry was a little too slow to catch the raging teenager, and she barreled into Draco, hands at his throat. Draco hit the floor, Hermione on top of him, shouting obscenities and trying very hard not to choke him to death. Draco yelled bloody murder, making such a fuss a herd of students came running. Hermione seemed to take no notice, though, and proceeded with slapping him across the face. Finally, Harry pulled his best friend off Draco and dragged her away.
"Let me back at him!" Hermione growled, twisting out of Harry's grip. Harry wrestled her arms to her sides.
"Hermione! Stop acting like Ron and look at this rationally!" Harry tried to calm her, but even he wanted to rip Draco's throat out.
Draco clambered to his feet, his throat red with fingerprints, one side of his pale face covered with red splotches. "You'll pay for this, Granger. My father doesn't take nicely to Mudbloods."
Harry shouted a very rude word at Draco, which made the teen blush red with anger, and storm down the hallway. Hermione was still raging, biting her lip to keep herself from attacking Draco again. The small group of students around them slowly parted, leaving Harry and Hermione standing in the hall.
"Wow. I don't know what came over me. I'm sorry, Harry, I must have seemed absolutely mad," Hermione's rational side took over, and she regulated her breathing. Harry let her go, and Hermione's arms dropped to pick up her fallen bag.
"He's been asking for that forever. Don't worry about it," Harry comforted. A brush of windy water gushed through an open window, splattering the ground near them.
"Oh. I'd almost forgotten about the storm," Hermione noted as they hurried off to their next class.
"Good. Maybe we need to get you a blow-up Draco you can beat the living daylights out of." Harry grinned, looking at Hermione. She grinned back, her smile lighting up her red-tinged face.