A/n: This is my first ever FanFic, so please no flame. 'Constructive
criticism' will be greatly appreciated. Oh, I should cut the proper shit.
Onto the Fanfiction!
Disclaimer: A B E F I J K M O Q S T U V W X Y Z.I don't own Harry, Hermione, Draco, Ron, Lavender, Ginny, Pansy, Neville, Crabbe, Goyle, or any of the other HP characters, though I wish I owned Draco.:p
~*~Love's Ultimate Choice~*~
By CherryCharm
Chapter 1: Rough Start
Harry Potter stood on the platform before the Hogwarts Express. His single bad propped against the wall behind him, he waited anxiously for his friends. He hadn't been able to write or receive an owl from them all summer long, courtesy of the Dursleys. Going into their last year at Hogwarts, Harry slipped into his memory of the last time he'd seen them, the final day of their sixth year. *****
There they sat in the Gryffindor common room, silenced by the Dursleys' letter. They had written that if Harry was to stay with them that summer, he could not have any contact with friends from Hogwarts. He'd tried to get out of staying with them, but the Weasley kids were going to some wizarding camp, and Hermione and her parents were taking a two-month vacation to venture around the United States, so he couldn't have really owled them anyway.
The friends glanced around their little circle, half-smiling and not saying a word. They knew they would not see or communicate with each other the whole summer and they were saddened by that. Finally the silence was broken by Hagrid, yelling a five minute call to the sixth-years. At that moment, Ron's girlfriend, a Hufflepuff named Anna, entered the room and came over to him, and brought Ron to a stand before embracing him tightly. He did so in return, and then she brought on a kiss.
Hermione started giggling and rose from her chair. "Come on, let's leave them alone," she said to Harry as she held her hand out to him.
Harry laughed and took it as he stood. She surprised him by keeping a hold of his hand as they started walking. Hermione squeezed it a bit as they reached their destination, under the Gryffindor staircase. This had been the trio's little hangout pad since the beginning of their fourth year, and they had decorated it, too. It was a little way back under the stairs, so no one ever noticed it.
Hermione let Harry's hand slip out of hers as she sat down on her cushion. Harry dropped onto his in a laying position, and then sat up, facing her. They had hung yellow- and red-tinted lights about in honor of their house, and suddenly Hermione saw Harry differently. She titled her head as she noticed how handsome he had become. Hermione smiled, somewhat uncertainly at this.
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Little did she know that Harry was having a similar thought, 'Wow, she looks really pretty.'
'You should go for it,' a voice in inside his head told him.
'But she's my best friend,' he mentally replied.
'So what? Do you not see the way she is looking at you right now?' is what the voice shot back with.
Harry looked to her and noticed she was smiling at him, and he realized he did feel that way at the moment, and he leaned in close to Hermione. She reacted by closing in on the rest of the distance between their faces and their lips met.
It was slow-moving at first, their lips just pressed together as they did the same with their bodies. Harry slipped an arm around her waist and Hermione's hand snaked from his shoulders and met behind his neck. They were kneeling as they did this, but they soon lost their balance and fell onto the cushions, still holding each other that way.
Harry cautiously asked Hermione's mouth for entrance as he fully put his lips on hers. She hesitated at first, but then she parted her lips just enough for Harry's tongue to enter. After a little dancing in her mouth, he gently broke off the kiss, and they lay there staring one another.
"All sixth-years start exiting the school now, please!" Hagrid called to the students.
The friends got up quickly and Hermione asked, "Harry,...um, what is between us now?" She looked at him with an innocent expression. Harry just traced her jawbone with his finger as he searched his head for an answer. His touch sent new sparks through Hermione, but she didn't let him see that.
"I don't know, Hermione.should we just remain friends for now?" Harry said, hoping she would disagree, for at this moment, he wanted her as his, he didn't want her charming any other guy over the summer with that enchanting kiss.
She'd watched him hopefully, and Hermione sighed as she thought he was right. "Yes, I guess that it would be for the best," she answered. "Well, see you in September, Harry," she gave him a quick hug, but it was long enough that he could catch the strawberry cream scent of her hair. Hermione always placed her head on his chest when they hugged, and now she noticed his masculine-smelling cologne, of which Harry had not put too much or too little on. Hermione pulled away slowly, her gaze lifting from his chest to his eyes, and whispered, "Bye," as she turned and ran to her father's beeping car in the distance. She left Harry speechless and as he watched her leave, he discovered his true feelings for her. When he met Ron on the train, Ron asked him what was wrong as he saw Harry's wondering face, but Harry simply stated that it was nothing. *****
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Hermione Granger saw her friend from a distance and called to him, "Harry!" She immediately started running toward the now smiling Harry, who met her with open arms.
Hermione ran into them and he embraced her warmly, squeezing her slightly as they sort of swayed while they hugged. They both wore big smiles as they stood back to look at each other, their fingers entwined with the other's.
Harry took in Hermione's new appearance. She'd highlighted her hair with blonde, had it professionally straightened, and had grown out her bangs so that all of her hair now hung about four inches below her shoulders. Harry thought she looked gorgeous; she'd also changed her style in clothing, it fit her better because the clothes were more mature, more her age. Right then Hermione was wearing a pair of denim low rise jeans, and a purple halter top that made her Hazel eyes tint purple.
Hermione gazed into her friend's eyes for a second before scanning over his new looks. He had somewhat tamed his ragged hair; now it all lay flat and Hermione thought it really did wonders for his attractiveness, along with his new contacts. He wore a blue polo shirt that had a white horizontal line through the center, along with khaki knee-shorts. The Dursleys had obviously gotten richer, or something along the lines of that, for Hermione knew that they would never give Harry such clothes unless Dudley had better ones. Hermione surprised herself by how his façade affected her, and it almost scared her.
She looked back up to his eyes and caught his stare. They were still holding both hands, still smiling, and Hermione felt a 'moment' coming. Acting on her instincts, she stepped in closer to him. Now she had to tilt her head back to look at Harry, he'd grown quite a bit taller over the summer; his six-foot build towered over her petite 5'4 frame. Hermione stood on her toes and raised her head up to his, and closing her eyes, she placed her mouth on his with a tender kiss. Harry immediately let go of her hands, and took his to gently push down on her shoulders, making her feet flatten on the ground. "Hermione," he started, and she looked up at him like a child wishing for something. He had to fight against it, and against his want to give in, just taking her in his arms and holding her forever. "Hermione," he tried again to explain why they couldn't, but he was interrupted when Hermione broke away and ran to hug a familiar face, crying out, "Mrs. Weasley!"
The woman Hermione embraced wore a dim expression, which lighted up a tad when she'd seen Hermione. She quickly broke off the hug and asked, "Where's Harry, dear? I need to talk with the both of you, together." Hermione now noticed that Mrs. Weasley's face was tearstained, and she nodded. Jogging over to get Harry, and bringing him back where Mrs. Weasley was standing, Hermione questioned,
"What's wrong, Mrs. Weasley?" Molly choked back tears as she started her explanation.
"It was about a week ago. The children had just returned from Quidditch camp and were playing a scrimmage game out in the yard; we'd had the rings installed and the lines painted while they were away. So they were practicing, having a good time," her eyes started watering at this point, but she sniffed them back, "when Fred goes to pass the quaffle to Ginny s she could score, when Ron cut in to try to intercept it. But he-he miscalculated his position and was hit to the.the heart by the quaffle. He...was stunned, went into shock on his broom with is hand to his heart. And then.the- the bludger hit him!" she was bawling by now, "He was knocked off his broom and unfortunately they were playing very high up from the ground, way higher than regulation states, though I constantly yell at them for that, so he fell straight to the ground." Gasps eroded from Ron's two friends. "Our Ron...is gone."
A split second after she finished her sentence, the whistle for all students to board the train was heard. Though they were both horrified, and Hermione's eyes had welled up, Harry found enough inner strength to grab Hermione's hand and lead her toward the train with their bags hefted over his shoulder, with a supportive, "Come on." They both looked back sympathetically at a wailing Mrs. Weasley as they boarded the Hogwarts Express and the doors closed. Hermione turned to Harry and buried her head and hands in his chest and started to cry, and Harry wrapped his strong arms around her shoulders and held her close as the train pulled away. His face was serious and full of sorrow, and a double tear rolled down his right cheek and into Hermione's hair.
~*~End of Chapter 1~*~
A/n: I hope you liked the first chapter; it's a decent length, and most of my chapters will be about the same. But you'll find that out later, if you keep reading. And please do! R/r too please!
*CherryCharm*
Disclaimer: A B E F I J K M O Q S T U V W X Y Z.I don't own Harry, Hermione, Draco, Ron, Lavender, Ginny, Pansy, Neville, Crabbe, Goyle, or any of the other HP characters, though I wish I owned Draco.:p
~*~Love's Ultimate Choice~*~
By CherryCharm
Chapter 1: Rough Start
Harry Potter stood on the platform before the Hogwarts Express. His single bad propped against the wall behind him, he waited anxiously for his friends. He hadn't been able to write or receive an owl from them all summer long, courtesy of the Dursleys. Going into their last year at Hogwarts, Harry slipped into his memory of the last time he'd seen them, the final day of their sixth year. *****
There they sat in the Gryffindor common room, silenced by the Dursleys' letter. They had written that if Harry was to stay with them that summer, he could not have any contact with friends from Hogwarts. He'd tried to get out of staying with them, but the Weasley kids were going to some wizarding camp, and Hermione and her parents were taking a two-month vacation to venture around the United States, so he couldn't have really owled them anyway.
The friends glanced around their little circle, half-smiling and not saying a word. They knew they would not see or communicate with each other the whole summer and they were saddened by that. Finally the silence was broken by Hagrid, yelling a five minute call to the sixth-years. At that moment, Ron's girlfriend, a Hufflepuff named Anna, entered the room and came over to him, and brought Ron to a stand before embracing him tightly. He did so in return, and then she brought on a kiss.
Hermione started giggling and rose from her chair. "Come on, let's leave them alone," she said to Harry as she held her hand out to him.
Harry laughed and took it as he stood. She surprised him by keeping a hold of his hand as they started walking. Hermione squeezed it a bit as they reached their destination, under the Gryffindor staircase. This had been the trio's little hangout pad since the beginning of their fourth year, and they had decorated it, too. It was a little way back under the stairs, so no one ever noticed it.
Hermione let Harry's hand slip out of hers as she sat down on her cushion. Harry dropped onto his in a laying position, and then sat up, facing her. They had hung yellow- and red-tinted lights about in honor of their house, and suddenly Hermione saw Harry differently. She titled her head as she noticed how handsome he had become. Hermione smiled, somewhat uncertainly at this.
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Little did she know that Harry was having a similar thought, 'Wow, she looks really pretty.'
'You should go for it,' a voice in inside his head told him.
'But she's my best friend,' he mentally replied.
'So what? Do you not see the way she is looking at you right now?' is what the voice shot back with.
Harry looked to her and noticed she was smiling at him, and he realized he did feel that way at the moment, and he leaned in close to Hermione. She reacted by closing in on the rest of the distance between their faces and their lips met.
It was slow-moving at first, their lips just pressed together as they did the same with their bodies. Harry slipped an arm around her waist and Hermione's hand snaked from his shoulders and met behind his neck. They were kneeling as they did this, but they soon lost their balance and fell onto the cushions, still holding each other that way.
Harry cautiously asked Hermione's mouth for entrance as he fully put his lips on hers. She hesitated at first, but then she parted her lips just enough for Harry's tongue to enter. After a little dancing in her mouth, he gently broke off the kiss, and they lay there staring one another.
"All sixth-years start exiting the school now, please!" Hagrid called to the students.
The friends got up quickly and Hermione asked, "Harry,...um, what is between us now?" She looked at him with an innocent expression. Harry just traced her jawbone with his finger as he searched his head for an answer. His touch sent new sparks through Hermione, but she didn't let him see that.
"I don't know, Hermione.should we just remain friends for now?" Harry said, hoping she would disagree, for at this moment, he wanted her as his, he didn't want her charming any other guy over the summer with that enchanting kiss.
She'd watched him hopefully, and Hermione sighed as she thought he was right. "Yes, I guess that it would be for the best," she answered. "Well, see you in September, Harry," she gave him a quick hug, but it was long enough that he could catch the strawberry cream scent of her hair. Hermione always placed her head on his chest when they hugged, and now she noticed his masculine-smelling cologne, of which Harry had not put too much or too little on. Hermione pulled away slowly, her gaze lifting from his chest to his eyes, and whispered, "Bye," as she turned and ran to her father's beeping car in the distance. She left Harry speechless and as he watched her leave, he discovered his true feelings for her. When he met Ron on the train, Ron asked him what was wrong as he saw Harry's wondering face, but Harry simply stated that it was nothing. *****
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Hermione Granger saw her friend from a distance and called to him, "Harry!" She immediately started running toward the now smiling Harry, who met her with open arms.
Hermione ran into them and he embraced her warmly, squeezing her slightly as they sort of swayed while they hugged. They both wore big smiles as they stood back to look at each other, their fingers entwined with the other's.
Harry took in Hermione's new appearance. She'd highlighted her hair with blonde, had it professionally straightened, and had grown out her bangs so that all of her hair now hung about four inches below her shoulders. Harry thought she looked gorgeous; she'd also changed her style in clothing, it fit her better because the clothes were more mature, more her age. Right then Hermione was wearing a pair of denim low rise jeans, and a purple halter top that made her Hazel eyes tint purple.
Hermione gazed into her friend's eyes for a second before scanning over his new looks. He had somewhat tamed his ragged hair; now it all lay flat and Hermione thought it really did wonders for his attractiveness, along with his new contacts. He wore a blue polo shirt that had a white horizontal line through the center, along with khaki knee-shorts. The Dursleys had obviously gotten richer, or something along the lines of that, for Hermione knew that they would never give Harry such clothes unless Dudley had better ones. Hermione surprised herself by how his façade affected her, and it almost scared her.
She looked back up to his eyes and caught his stare. They were still holding both hands, still smiling, and Hermione felt a 'moment' coming. Acting on her instincts, she stepped in closer to him. Now she had to tilt her head back to look at Harry, he'd grown quite a bit taller over the summer; his six-foot build towered over her petite 5'4 frame. Hermione stood on her toes and raised her head up to his, and closing her eyes, she placed her mouth on his with a tender kiss. Harry immediately let go of her hands, and took his to gently push down on her shoulders, making her feet flatten on the ground. "Hermione," he started, and she looked up at him like a child wishing for something. He had to fight against it, and against his want to give in, just taking her in his arms and holding her forever. "Hermione," he tried again to explain why they couldn't, but he was interrupted when Hermione broke away and ran to hug a familiar face, crying out, "Mrs. Weasley!"
The woman Hermione embraced wore a dim expression, which lighted up a tad when she'd seen Hermione. She quickly broke off the hug and asked, "Where's Harry, dear? I need to talk with the both of you, together." Hermione now noticed that Mrs. Weasley's face was tearstained, and she nodded. Jogging over to get Harry, and bringing him back where Mrs. Weasley was standing, Hermione questioned,
"What's wrong, Mrs. Weasley?" Molly choked back tears as she started her explanation.
"It was about a week ago. The children had just returned from Quidditch camp and were playing a scrimmage game out in the yard; we'd had the rings installed and the lines painted while they were away. So they were practicing, having a good time," her eyes started watering at this point, but she sniffed them back, "when Fred goes to pass the quaffle to Ginny s she could score, when Ron cut in to try to intercept it. But he-he miscalculated his position and was hit to the.the heart by the quaffle. He...was stunned, went into shock on his broom with is hand to his heart. And then.the- the bludger hit him!" she was bawling by now, "He was knocked off his broom and unfortunately they were playing very high up from the ground, way higher than regulation states, though I constantly yell at them for that, so he fell straight to the ground." Gasps eroded from Ron's two friends. "Our Ron...is gone."
A split second after she finished her sentence, the whistle for all students to board the train was heard. Though they were both horrified, and Hermione's eyes had welled up, Harry found enough inner strength to grab Hermione's hand and lead her toward the train with their bags hefted over his shoulder, with a supportive, "Come on." They both looked back sympathetically at a wailing Mrs. Weasley as they boarded the Hogwarts Express and the doors closed. Hermione turned to Harry and buried her head and hands in his chest and started to cry, and Harry wrapped his strong arms around her shoulders and held her close as the train pulled away. His face was serious and full of sorrow, and a double tear rolled down his right cheek and into Hermione's hair.
~*~End of Chapter 1~*~
A/n: I hope you liked the first chapter; it's a decent length, and most of my chapters will be about the same. But you'll find that out later, if you keep reading. And please do! R/r too please!
*CherryCharm*