A/N: Hey! This is my first fic, so be kind! Actually, it doesn't matter,
flame me if you want, I won't care! I'm a definite Harry/Hermione shipper,
as you can tell by my story. Well review when you are done! Thanks!
~Erin
Summary: In their 5th year, Hermione and Harry keep getting the perfect chances to express their feelings for each other, but they always blow it. But maybe next time it will work. But there might not be a next time…
Hermione woke up with a start when she felt something very heavy resting on her middle. She opened one eye wide enough to see Harry Potter sitting very carefully on her stomach, blowing in her face to gently wake her up. She groaned and stuffed a pillow over her head. On second thought, she used that pillow to knock Harry off of her. He was laughing even while he fell. He seemed to find Hermione's morning habits (or lack thereof) very amusing. But he couldn't help himself; he loved being there to see her wake up. He also loved to see that still half-asleep look in her eyes, and he liked being the first person she saw in the morning. But as of right now, he was lying on the floor. Hermione's head came into view as she hit him repeatedly with her pillow. He rolled under her four-post bed for cover, but she jumped down and lay flat on her stomach so she was at eye-level with her best friend.
"You aren't supposed to be in the girl's dormitories, Harry Potter. You know that!" She tried to hold back a smile that crept onto her face as she remembered all the times Harry and Ron had been busted for being in the girl's dormitory. She failed miserable and started giggling. "Now get out of here before McGonagle finds you, and we both get in big trouble. And I need to take a shower. Shoo!" She grabbed his hand and dragged him out from under the bed.
"Ouch, 'Mione!" Harry yelped as he was pulled into the sunlight. "Okay, okay! I'm out! Maybe you could get an alarm clock, and this won't happen anymore… Ha!!!" He started laughing hysterically. "My 'Mione, using an alarm clock… I kill myself. Tell me, does life actually exist for you before 1:00 p.m. on weekends?? …Probably not. I'm getting out!" The last sentence was cried as Hermione began throwing teddy bears and cosmetics at him. He ran out the door and down to the common room. There he sat down next to his other best friend, Ron Weasley. "Good morning, Ron!"
"Morning? Harry, it's 1:45 in the afternoon!" Ron looked at him like he was crazy. He didn't seem to understand Harry's joke about it being morning, as it apparently was for Hermione. "Aren't we going to Hogsmeade today? I need to get some supplies for the…" - He dropped his voice down to a whisper - "party".
Harry nudged him. "Don't say anything! No one is supposed to know other than you, Dean, and I. Especially not Hermione!" As he said Hermione's name, Ron looked around the room for her. "She isn't finished getting ready." Harry said. "It will probably be a little while. Girls…"
Hermione was actually just getting out of the shower as they were speaking. She wrapped a towel around her, and went to her closet to find an outfit to wear to Hogsmeade. She didn't know if she wanted to go for a sexy- girly look today or go for skater-punk. Everyone knew she could pull off both looks, and a lot of girls envied her for that. She decided that if she were going to go to Hogsmeade, she would go in style. So she picked up a pair of dark denim tight flares that were extremely low and had a gold hemline. Then she grabbed a gold top that came to the top of her navel and had a square-cut neckline. The sleeves were puffy and short, so she looked very peasanty. She put on a little make-up and put her hair in a messy bun. Since her fourth year she had changed a lot; her formerly bushy hair had transformed naturally into loose ringlets that spilled down her back. Even though she had been a "late-bloomer", she turned out to have a better shape than a lot of the girls she shared a dorm with. She had also had her belly button pierced, which was her pride and joy. It was a barbell with a diamond at one end and a crystal pentacle on the other end. She glanced in the mirror, and her reflection spun around so she could see every angle. She had bewitched the mirror to do that for Pavarti and Lavender, but she used it too. After decided that she was satisfied by her appearance, she raced out the door to meet Harry and Ron in the common room. "Shall we be off?" She asked them.
"Sure, let's go Mione." Harry couldn't help but notice what he had noticed every day since he had first seen her on the Hogwart's Express. She had to be the most beautiful creature in the world. But he could never admit these feelings to anyone other than Ron. He had finally been able to admit that the feelings were actually of love when Hermione had gone to the ball last year with Viktor Krum. He had been so jealous but he couldn't say anything because he didn't want to ruin the night for Mione. He would never want to ruin anything for her.
He loved her.
Hermione noticed Harry looking at her, and her heart leapt. Other than Ginny, no one knew of Hermione's secret "crush" on Harry. Of course, no one who knew about it would call it a "crush". It was more of an obsession. She was truly in love with Harry, but she didn't want to tell him because she was afraid of two things: Rejection, and damaging their friendship. But every time she saw Harry looking at her that way, or flirting with her, or giving her any sort of attention that bordered on flirting, her heart would tumble and do flip-flops in her chest. She just hoped no one noticed.
"Come on then!" Ron was beginning to get uncomfortable, even though it had only been about 2 seconds. But they looked at each other in a way that, even in only 2 seconds, Ron would never get caught dead looking at either of them. He shrugged it off, knowing how Harry felt about Hermione. But did Mione feel the same way about Harry? Ron decided he would have to look into it. "Let's go!" He left the common room, making sure the other two followed him.
**A/n: Hey! I have a lot more to write, this is just an intro. I promise I will upload the next chapter if I get some reviews! SO REVIEW! Press the pretty blue button!
~Erin
Summary: In their 5th year, Hermione and Harry keep getting the perfect chances to express their feelings for each other, but they always blow it. But maybe next time it will work. But there might not be a next time…
Hermione woke up with a start when she felt something very heavy resting on her middle. She opened one eye wide enough to see Harry Potter sitting very carefully on her stomach, blowing in her face to gently wake her up. She groaned and stuffed a pillow over her head. On second thought, she used that pillow to knock Harry off of her. He was laughing even while he fell. He seemed to find Hermione's morning habits (or lack thereof) very amusing. But he couldn't help himself; he loved being there to see her wake up. He also loved to see that still half-asleep look in her eyes, and he liked being the first person she saw in the morning. But as of right now, he was lying on the floor. Hermione's head came into view as she hit him repeatedly with her pillow. He rolled under her four-post bed for cover, but she jumped down and lay flat on her stomach so she was at eye-level with her best friend.
"You aren't supposed to be in the girl's dormitories, Harry Potter. You know that!" She tried to hold back a smile that crept onto her face as she remembered all the times Harry and Ron had been busted for being in the girl's dormitory. She failed miserable and started giggling. "Now get out of here before McGonagle finds you, and we both get in big trouble. And I need to take a shower. Shoo!" She grabbed his hand and dragged him out from under the bed.
"Ouch, 'Mione!" Harry yelped as he was pulled into the sunlight. "Okay, okay! I'm out! Maybe you could get an alarm clock, and this won't happen anymore… Ha!!!" He started laughing hysterically. "My 'Mione, using an alarm clock… I kill myself. Tell me, does life actually exist for you before 1:00 p.m. on weekends?? …Probably not. I'm getting out!" The last sentence was cried as Hermione began throwing teddy bears and cosmetics at him. He ran out the door and down to the common room. There he sat down next to his other best friend, Ron Weasley. "Good morning, Ron!"
"Morning? Harry, it's 1:45 in the afternoon!" Ron looked at him like he was crazy. He didn't seem to understand Harry's joke about it being morning, as it apparently was for Hermione. "Aren't we going to Hogsmeade today? I need to get some supplies for the…" - He dropped his voice down to a whisper - "party".
Harry nudged him. "Don't say anything! No one is supposed to know other than you, Dean, and I. Especially not Hermione!" As he said Hermione's name, Ron looked around the room for her. "She isn't finished getting ready." Harry said. "It will probably be a little while. Girls…"
Hermione was actually just getting out of the shower as they were speaking. She wrapped a towel around her, and went to her closet to find an outfit to wear to Hogsmeade. She didn't know if she wanted to go for a sexy- girly look today or go for skater-punk. Everyone knew she could pull off both looks, and a lot of girls envied her for that. She decided that if she were going to go to Hogsmeade, she would go in style. So she picked up a pair of dark denim tight flares that were extremely low and had a gold hemline. Then she grabbed a gold top that came to the top of her navel and had a square-cut neckline. The sleeves were puffy and short, so she looked very peasanty. She put on a little make-up and put her hair in a messy bun. Since her fourth year she had changed a lot; her formerly bushy hair had transformed naturally into loose ringlets that spilled down her back. Even though she had been a "late-bloomer", she turned out to have a better shape than a lot of the girls she shared a dorm with. She had also had her belly button pierced, which was her pride and joy. It was a barbell with a diamond at one end and a crystal pentacle on the other end. She glanced in the mirror, and her reflection spun around so she could see every angle. She had bewitched the mirror to do that for Pavarti and Lavender, but she used it too. After decided that she was satisfied by her appearance, she raced out the door to meet Harry and Ron in the common room. "Shall we be off?" She asked them.
"Sure, let's go Mione." Harry couldn't help but notice what he had noticed every day since he had first seen her on the Hogwart's Express. She had to be the most beautiful creature in the world. But he could never admit these feelings to anyone other than Ron. He had finally been able to admit that the feelings were actually of love when Hermione had gone to the ball last year with Viktor Krum. He had been so jealous but he couldn't say anything because he didn't want to ruin the night for Mione. He would never want to ruin anything for her.
He loved her.
Hermione noticed Harry looking at her, and her heart leapt. Other than Ginny, no one knew of Hermione's secret "crush" on Harry. Of course, no one who knew about it would call it a "crush". It was more of an obsession. She was truly in love with Harry, but she didn't want to tell him because she was afraid of two things: Rejection, and damaging their friendship. But every time she saw Harry looking at her that way, or flirting with her, or giving her any sort of attention that bordered on flirting, her heart would tumble and do flip-flops in her chest. She just hoped no one noticed.
"Come on then!" Ron was beginning to get uncomfortable, even though it had only been about 2 seconds. But they looked at each other in a way that, even in only 2 seconds, Ron would never get caught dead looking at either of them. He shrugged it off, knowing how Harry felt about Hermione. But did Mione feel the same way about Harry? Ron decided he would have to look into it. "Let's go!" He left the common room, making sure the other two followed him.
**A/n: Hey! I have a lot more to write, this is just an intro. I promise I will upload the next chapter if I get some reviews! SO REVIEW! Press the pretty blue button!