Love by the lake
It was a cool, crisp, autumn day at Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry. Students were mindlessly ambling around the Gryffindor common room, looking for better things to do. Hermione Granger was busy pestering her friends, Ron Weasley and Harry Potter, finish the assigned homework. Her hair was frazzled in frustration, and her fisted were clenched into balls, lying stiffly at her sides. Hermione's lips were pinched together in a small line, reminding any one who saw her, strongly of Professor McGonagall.
"Come on Mione, it's Friday night. Give me a break. I just want to relax," said Ron putting his feet up on the table where Hermione had her homework spread. His books lay scattered about with pieces of parchment sticking out in a most unorganized fashion.
"Well if you want to have fun this weekend without worrying about your potions essay come Sunday night, you should use what little brain you have and do it now," Hermione shot back as she smacked his feet off the table. Her face was getting steadily more flushed as Ron easily brushes off her complaints.
"You can be such a book worm Mione. Why do you even try this hard?" said Ron beginning to raise his voice.
"And you can be such an insensitive jerk sometimes Ronald. You know what I don't care anymore. I try and try to set you straight but you are too much of an arse to take any advice. You are just a stubborn bastard." She screamed as the whole common room stared in horror. There was a stony silence as onlookers wide eyed faces followed Gryffindors' pride out the common room entrance.
Ron just sat there with his mouth wide open as if he was trying to catch flies. When he finally regained his composure he turned to Harry with a glint of anger in his blue eyes, while his hand unconsciously came up to muss his hair.
"I can't believe she just said that to me. How dare an arrogant bitch like her take that tone with me? Can you believe her Harry?" he shouted looking at Harry, his face as red as his hair from both rage and embarrassment.
"Honestly Ron I can't see how you two can fight over the most idiotic things in the world. You two are always at it. Why can't you just let her win for once so the entire Gryffindor house and I don't have to listen to you two bicker?" said Harry rubbing his eyes from beneath his glasses, his voice echoing through the completely soundless room.
"I knew it," said Ron. "You're on her side. I knew this would happen you always take her side!" Ron yelled.
"No Ron I'm not taking anyone's side, all I'm saying is that you two give me a headache with all your bickering. I'm just saying that you two have really been getting on my nerves the past three weeks. All you do is fight and I'm sick of it. I can't take it anymore. I got to go somewhere quiet," He said as he packed up his books and parchment and headed out of the common room, leaving a bewildered and angry Ron behind.
(In The Lake)
Harry slowly walked up and down the halls trying to figure out a place that he could go to be alone. He decided not to go to the library do to the fact that Hermione was probably hiding out there, and he was really in no mood to here her side of the story either.
He began descending the stairs until he got to the castle doors. He slowly opened them and stepped out onto the cool, October, grass. He walked down to the edge of the lake where he kicked off his shoes and rolled up his pants. He slowly waded into the icy water.
He closed his eyes and breathed in the sweet, autumn air. He opened his eyes and took in the sight before him. A magnificent sunset was reflecting off the rippling lake in front of him. A mass of pinks and oranges swirled together. He never saw anything as beautiful in his life.
"Wait a minute." He thought to himself. " There is only one thing on this earth more beautiful than a thousand sunsets put together. Hermione Granger. God even her name is beautiful." He thought, as he began picking up pebbles and tossing them into the rippling water.
"If only I had the courage to tell her." He thought watching the rocks land with a low plunk into the once calm water. "I can face Voldemort 6 times and come out alive, I can watch my friends and family die, and I can have all of the Wizarding world hate me, but I can't tell Hermione Granger, my best friend in the whole world, that I love her." He thought.
He kicked the water in frustration and stomped up onto the bank to put his shoes back on, when he heard some one crying nearby. He dropped his shoes and tried to hear where it was coming from.
"Hello," He called waiting for a reply. " Is anyone there?" He asked as he slowly began walking towards a tree from which he heard the noise.
"Harry?" said the voice.
He nearly fell over at the sweet sound of the voice, and he instantly new who it was.
"Hermione?" He said peaking around the tree, instantly meeting her honey colored eyes. " What are you doing here?" He asked as he sat down beside her.
"Well after Ron said those awful things I decided to come down here and sort myself out." She said as fresh tears began to form and slide down her cheeks. " W-what are y-you doing he-here?" she asked between sobs.
" Well I actually came out here to be alone but then I heard you and well realized I wasn't alone." He said. " I got sick of you and Ron fighting every night and decided to have some alone time." He added as he looked into her eyes.
" I'm sorry Harry I really didn't mean to annoy you it's just that Ron can be such a git at times. All I want to do is help him and he takes it the wrong way. I just hate it when he calls me a bookworm. It really hurts my feelings." She said as fresh tears began forming in her eyes, and slowly sliding down her cheeks.
" Come hear," Harry said as he scooted closer to her and wrapped his arms around her, rubbing her back in a comforting way. She cried freely into his chest for a good 10min. before finally drifting off into a peaceful sleep in Harry's arms.
Harry didn't ever want to leave the position they were in. As he looked down onto the Angel sleeping in his arms, he realized how much he cared for her. How he wished since the day they met for her to be his. He gently kissed the top of her head and carried her up to the common room were he lay her down on a plump sofa, not wanting to get in trouble for going into the girl's dorm. He gently laid a blanket over her sleeping form.
" I love you." He said, kissing her cheek as he walked up the stairs towards the 7th year boy's dorm. As the door closed behind him the sleeping form on the couch began to stir. Hermione's eyes fluttered open, and a smile spread across her face.
"He loves me," She whispered to herself. " He loves me."
To be continued…
A/N: hey guys!!! I really hope you enjoyed this first chapter. Please review and I will try and get the next chapter up as quickly as I can. If you have any questions, comments, or ideas for the story, please hesitate to put them in your reviews. Thanks and….HARRY and HERMIONE are meant to be!!!!