Disclaimer: Actually, this is JK Rowling, just trying to cure some writer's
block.. yeah right- I don't own any part of Harry Potter, I'm just trying
to have some fun, so hold the lawsuits!
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Harry Potter stared into the flickering, inviting warmth of the fire. He was oblivious to everything, even the two best friends that were, as usual, flanking him. The boy who lived was so deep in thought that he didn't even notice when Ron shook himself drowsily and headed for bed, leaving him alone with Hermione. There was so much going on in his life, this fifth year back at school, and so much going on in the wizarding world, that he needed these quiet moments to keep his strength up.
Hermione sat in the silence that she had become accustomed to. Being best friends with Harry, especially lately, meant that sometimes the chatter had to stop. Of course, she and Ron could handle it- hadn't they been his cohorts on so many adventures? - But sometimes she wished that he could just "lighten up". Hermione watched her best friend in the firelight, his noble-looking profile, the look of intelligence and an uneasy life in his eyes. And, not for the first time, she realized how utterly charming and handsome he was.
Harry realized that he couldn't be the easiest person to be around, and he respected his friends for their unconditional love and support. Hermione, he had noticed, put more of her heart into it than Ron. Ron, of course, was always loyal to Harry (at least when he wasn't in some sort of jealous rage) but he didn't sacrifice himself as much as their other friend.
Harry ran his hand through his ever-messy hair. God only knew why Hermione cared so much about his feelings. She had her own problems-school; the Order that Dumbledore expected them to devote time to in order to fight Voldemort, and the fact that she was a muggle-born in a dangerous time where the term "Mudblood" was being slung more than ever. But she always seemed to put Harry first, plastering an optimistic "all-for-the-best" face. Whatever possessed her to do it, he had to fell thankful. For some reason her support made him more courageous.
Hermione wondered what was going on behind the emerald-green eyes. Did he have any idea that she had to work so hard to put on a happy façade for him? Did he have any idea why she did it? Of course not. It wasn't realistic for her to think that , with everything else he had to worry about, he wondered why she did anything. Hermione seriously doubted that Harry even though of her as anything more than a somewhat endearing talking book.
But Hermione had discovered something about herself in the past few months. When Harry had emerged from the Third Task last year, looking drawn and pale for days, it had felt like her heart was going to explode with the pain she felt for him. She wanted so much to release his pain, had seriously considered performing a Lockhart-style memory charm on him so he could forget everything that happened. She ached for him and she couldn't tell anyone. Hermione was a brilliant girl, and she knew that these intense feelings weren't something she could easily tell her mother or Ron, not something she convey to Harry. This was too complicated. Hermione was in love with Harry Potter.
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Harry Potter stared into the flickering, inviting warmth of the fire. He was oblivious to everything, even the two best friends that were, as usual, flanking him. The boy who lived was so deep in thought that he didn't even notice when Ron shook himself drowsily and headed for bed, leaving him alone with Hermione. There was so much going on in his life, this fifth year back at school, and so much going on in the wizarding world, that he needed these quiet moments to keep his strength up.
Hermione sat in the silence that she had become accustomed to. Being best friends with Harry, especially lately, meant that sometimes the chatter had to stop. Of course, she and Ron could handle it- hadn't they been his cohorts on so many adventures? - But sometimes she wished that he could just "lighten up". Hermione watched her best friend in the firelight, his noble-looking profile, the look of intelligence and an uneasy life in his eyes. And, not for the first time, she realized how utterly charming and handsome he was.
Harry realized that he couldn't be the easiest person to be around, and he respected his friends for their unconditional love and support. Hermione, he had noticed, put more of her heart into it than Ron. Ron, of course, was always loyal to Harry (at least when he wasn't in some sort of jealous rage) but he didn't sacrifice himself as much as their other friend.
Harry ran his hand through his ever-messy hair. God only knew why Hermione cared so much about his feelings. She had her own problems-school; the Order that Dumbledore expected them to devote time to in order to fight Voldemort, and the fact that she was a muggle-born in a dangerous time where the term "Mudblood" was being slung more than ever. But she always seemed to put Harry first, plastering an optimistic "all-for-the-best" face. Whatever possessed her to do it, he had to fell thankful. For some reason her support made him more courageous.
Hermione wondered what was going on behind the emerald-green eyes. Did he have any idea that she had to work so hard to put on a happy façade for him? Did he have any idea why she did it? Of course not. It wasn't realistic for her to think that , with everything else he had to worry about, he wondered why she did anything. Hermione seriously doubted that Harry even though of her as anything more than a somewhat endearing talking book.
But Hermione had discovered something about herself in the past few months. When Harry had emerged from the Third Task last year, looking drawn and pale for days, it had felt like her heart was going to explode with the pain she felt for him. She wanted so much to release his pain, had seriously considered performing a Lockhart-style memory charm on him so he could forget everything that happened. She ached for him and she couldn't tell anyone. Hermione was a brilliant girl, and she knew that these intense feelings weren't something she could easily tell her mother or Ron, not something she convey to Harry. This was too complicated. Hermione was in love with Harry Potter.
Please REVIEW! We're open to anything- flames or love or whatever; just let us know that someone out there read this!