A/N: This is my first fanfic, but I've got a lot of inspiration and a lot of spirit from reading
my fellow writer's works. I think you guys are all amazing! I hope you guys like this fan fic,
but if you don't, that's fine too. Just tell me what you don't like about it in a review. No
flames please. Ok, I think that's it for now. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Everything here that you recognize belongs to J.K. Rowling. If this story plot is
like yours or you see something familiar from yours, I'm very sorry. I didn't copy from anybody's
story, but sry if my idea is a lot like yours. I'm not making any money off of this.
Roses are red, violets are blue
I don't own, so please don't sue.
Cheers!
HARRY POTTER AND THE FIFTH YEAR FATES
CHAPTER 1
An owl fluttered through the kitchen window and dropped a stiff piece of parchment onto Vernon
Dursley's toast. He looked up and, enraged, shouted, "That blasted owl! Why, I'm gonna - " Before
he got a chance to finish his sentence, he was interrupted by a startled gasp from Harry, who had
snatched the letter up and was in the process of reading it.
"Oy" was all he could say before sitting down, shocked. The letter fell from his fingers, but he
didn't notice. He seemed to come to his senses after a moment, the famous and swoon-worthy
half-smile of his - the one that had nearly every witch at Hogwarts (and beyond) entranced -
flitted across his face. Meanwhile, his porky cousin Dudley had picked up the piece of parchment
and was now scanning the contents of it.
As he read on, an envious look came to his face. "But… him?? Award??? Hogwarts- GALLEONS?!?!?"
Dudley stammered.
"Spit it out boy!" barked Uncle Vernon.
Aunt Petunia, who had been silent through this entire exchange, spoke up. "What is it Dudley
dearest?" she fawned over her beloved son. "You can tell Mummy, sweetums."
Dudley finally found his voice. "It says here that Harry," Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia both
gave Harry a particularly nasty look here. "Harry won something called the Witch Weekly's
Most-Charming-Smile Award. They've transferred a medal into his Gringotts vault along with - "
Dudley's eyes widened considerably here. " - along with the prize money of one million Galleons."
At this, Uncle Vernon's eyes took on a look of greed as well as one of malice.
"Money, eh boy?" he sneered. "And plenty of it, I see. So I guess that you were just going to
keep this from us, after all we've done for you. Taken you in from the goodness of our hearts,
we have." Harry snorted. There was no way the Dursleys were going to ruin this moment for him.
Enraged, Uncle Vernon crumpled up the letter and, one after another, the Dursleys stormed out
of the kitchen.
Harry picked up what was left of the parchment and glanced around the kitchen, making certain
that nobody was watching. He then quickly pulled out his wand and whispered "Reconditius".
Immediately, the letter returned to the way it had been before becoming the object of Vernon
Dursley's rage. Harry smiled. It felt good to do magic again. Since Voldemort's attack through
the Portkey at the Triwizard's Tournament, Professor Dumbledore had issued an order allowing
underage wizards to use magic outside of school; dark times had fallen upon the wizarding (and
Muggle) world.
Thinking of the past year's events, Harry sobered a bit. He shook his head. Now was not the time
to think of that, he thought. He should be celebrating! An idea suddenly came to mind. He ran
upstairs, scribbled a note and sent Hedwig, his owl, off with it. He then grabbed his Firebolt,
his invisibility cloak and the parchment containing the news of his award. As he kicked off the
Dursley's lawn unseen and flew through the clouds on the Firebolt, he thought about what it
meant to win the Witch Weekly's Most-Charming-Smile Award. He knew that over the past few years,
his face had become increasingly attractive, his body more muscular and developed. The hordes of
girls after him had increased to an alarming number. And yet, he had never expected the award!
He laughed. "Come off it Potter," he lectured himself. "Ok, so you won an award. Big deal.
Blimey, if you keep thinking like that you're gonna give yourself a big head!"
Before he knew it, he had arrived at his destination. Landing on a plush green lawn, he stepped
onto a tooth shaped doormat and rang the doorbell. A moment later, Hermione opened the door,
breathless.
"Harry!" she shrieked. "Oh my gosh, I have missed you so much!" With that she gave him a huge
hug, wrapping her arms and legs around him. Harry, startled, put his arms around her too. He
buried his face in her hair and took a deep breath. She smelled of peppermint and cherries. He
smiled, thinking about how good it was to see her again. He then pulled her out of his arms and
held her at an arm's length, looking her up and down. She had changed a lot and it was apparent
that she wasn't a little girl anymore; no, far from it.
He chuckled. "Nice to know that someone thought of me." Hermione had moved out of his grasp now
and was blushing furiously.
"Um, would you like to come to my room-- , I mean, come inside?" she stammered.
"Sure, that'd be great." Harry said as he followed her inside the house. As her back was turned,
he gave her a searching look and, not being able to help it, gave a small chuckle behind his
hand. Now that they were inside and sitting on the couch, Hermione thought to ask what he was
doing at her house.
"I'll tell you when Ron gets here" he replied. "I'm really sorry about not calling before I came,
but I didn't really think-- ."
"Oh Harry, it's no problem, really. I love… My parents love having you here." she stumbled over
her words.
"Um… Hermi?"
"Yes Harry?" she answered, looking nervous.
"You do realize that I've never met your parents before, don't you?" he inquired. By now he was
thoroughly baffled by Hermione's strange behavior.
"Uh, what I meant was that I've told them all about you, and they've read so many books about
you and everything, and I know they're going to love you!" Harry was beginning to wonder if
Hermione's face was going to stay the ripe red color that it had settled into after he had
arrived. Perhaps she had become an honorary Weasley and not told him? He shook his head and
smiled at her, noticing that she was looking at him expectantly, waiting for an answer.
"All right Hermi, whatever you - " He didn't get to finish his sentence, for that moment, Ron
arrived. Hermione noticed at once and gave him a big hug, but much unlike the one Harry had
received.
"I can't believe we're all together again!" she squealed with delight. "I didn't expect to see
you two again until school started!" While she was talking, Harry and Ron shook hands, being the
"manly" wizards that they were. They all trooped into the living room after exchanging greetings
with Hermione's parents, who were quite flattered to finally be meeting Hermione's two best
friends. As soon as all three of them were seated, Harry spoke.
"I guess you guys are wondering what I'm doing here. I just got a letter today that told me…" he
paused. "Wait, maybe I should tell you guys later- " his teasing words were muffled by the 2
pillows which had hit him squarely in the head. "Kidding, just kidding guys! Okay… I won the
Witch Weekly's Most-Charming-Smile Award." There was absolute silence, then a gasp from Hermione.
"Harry, that's wonderful!"
"Er, that's really cool, Harry."
" -Gilderoy Lockhart in your face!"
"Ginny's gonna die when she hears- "
"To think I ever fancied that lying, memory snatching… professor. Er… what???" She looked back
and forth between Harry and Ron, taking in their expressions. Before her last sentence, Hermione
and Ron had been speaking simultaneously. However, now both Harry and Ron were staring at her
with smiles creeping onto their faces.
Ron began with "You know, Hermi, all this time we suspected you did- "
" -fancy Lockhart, but here you go and admit it to us…" Harry finished. Hermione realized what
she had given away to her friends, then hid her face in her hands and moaned.
"If you guys tease me about this, I'll… I'll…."
"You'll what, Hermi? I don't think there's much you can do to us." Harry said
mischievously. "Plus you're talking about your two best friends here. Would we every tease you?
Honestly! Whoever heard of such a thing?" Hermione couldn't help but giggle into her hands.
"Right," said Ron. "So about this award, Harry, we really should celebrate. It's not
everyday you win an award from your adoring fans."
"Ron…" Harry started to say, knowing that money and fame were touchy subjects with Ron,
but realized his friend was just kidding. At that time, Hermione suddenly sat up as if a thought
had just occurred to her (which, coincidentally, was the case).
"Harry? What do the Dursleys say about all of this?" Harry explained what had happened
on Privet Drive; from the letter landing in Uncle Vernon's toast to winning the prize money to
Uncle Vernon's finding out about the fortune he now (and always) had. "So I was just wondering
if I could maybe stay with one of you for the rest of the summer, seeing that if I try to go
back to the Dursleys' I reckon they'll probably murder me in my sleep to get tot he money." Ron
and Hermione both snickered.
"Of course, Harry. That's no problem. You can definitely stay with us here, that is, if
you don't mind sugar-free snacks all the time. They drive me insane!" Harry turned to Ron.
"Ron? You don't mind me staying here with Hermi, do you?" Ron shook his head. "Well then,
it's all settled. Thanks a ton, Hermi. It means a lot to me."
"No problem, Harry. Anything for a friend; you know that. Let me go tell my parents that
you're staying with us. I'll be right back!" With that, Hermione left the room. Harry turned to
Ron again.
"Has there been something up with Hermione lately? She's been klutzy, she stutters all
the time and she blushes every time anyone looks at her. Does she know something that I don't?"
Harry asked his best friend.
"Harry," Ron began, exasperated. "Even I'm not that daft. All the signs are there.
Nothing is wrong with Hermione, she just likes - " However, Ron never got a chance to finish
telling Harry who Hermione liked, for just then, Hermione herself came back into the room. "Tell
ya later," Ron whispered to Harry, who nodded to show that he'd heard. "Well, I'd better get
back to the Burrow now. When I left I told Mum I'd be home in an hour and you know what happens
when you don't get home on time. 'RONALD ARTHUR WEASLEY, WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN? THAT IS THE SECOND
TIME THIS WEEK THAT YOU'VE BEEN LATE COMING HOME! ARE YOU TRYING TO BE THE DEATH OF ME?' " Ron's
imitation of Mrs. Weasley in a rage was so funny (and accurate) that Harry and Hermione had to
laugh. They said their goodbyes and Ron left soon after.
As Harry and Hermione sat on the sofa watching her telly, Harry's thoughts wandered back to the
conversation he had with Ron half an hour earlier. Who did Hermione * like *? Was it one of
them? What about Viktor Krum? He smiled as a memory came to mind.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
*** When at last they had reached a quiet stretch of ground a short way from the
Beauxbatons horses/ paddock, Krum stopped in the shade of the trees and turned to face Harry.
"I vant to know," he said, glowering, "vot there is between you and Hermy-own-ninny."
Harry, who from Krum's secretive manner had expected something much more serious than
this, stared up at Krum in amazement.
"Nothing," he said. But Krum glowered at him, and Harry, somehow struck anew by how tall
Krum was, elaborated. "We're friends. She's not my girlfriend and she never had been. It's just
that Skeeter woman making things up."
"Hermy-own-ninny talks about you very often," said Krum, looking suspiciously at Harry.
"Yeah," said Harry, "because we're friends."
He couldn't quite believe he was having this conversation with Viktor Krum, the famous
international Quidditch player. It was as thought the eighteen-year-old Krum thought he, Harry,
was an equal - a real rival -
"You haff never… you haff not…"
"No," said Harry very firmly.
Krum looked slightly happier. He stared at Harry for a few seconds, then said, "You fly
very vell. I vos votching at the first task." ***
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Suddenly, a thought occurred to Harry. What if Hermione really did like him?!? What if
Viktor had been right? "Wait a minute Potter, stop," he thought to himself, "Hermione can't like
you. I mean, how could she? It's not like you're anything special." However, even as he said
those words, he knew it wasn't true; he was special and always would be, like it or not. After
all, he was THE Harry Potter, "the hero who conquered the Dark Lord" (4 times to date, in fact).
"Ok… maybe she likes you, maybe she doesn't. Just stay cool, Potter, stay cool. Cool as a
cucumber, ice cold. Chilly… Oh what's the use? If she really does like you, do you like her?"
This question had him stumped. He had never thought about this before; did he like Hermione?
"Harry!" Hermione's voice broke through his thoughts. "The show's over, so we should
probably get to bed. Oh, I forgot to tell you. You'll be staying in my room because we don't
have a guest room right now after Dad turned it into a storage room. We set up a bed in my room
for you. Don't worry, I won't embarrass you or anything; it'll be perfectly fine. Is that okay
with you?"
"Er, that's ok with me," Harry replied, although at that moment it was probably the
furthest from ok in his mind. The thought of sharing a room with Hermione after the thoughts he
had just had turned his face a bright crimson. Hermione saw this and giggled.
"It'll be ok, Harry, believe me it will." With that, she grabbed his arm and pulled him
to her room. (Wait… that didn't come out right…)
A/N: Tell me what you think in your reviews! Should I post another chapter?
Thank you for your support and I luv you guys!
-Ann
my fellow writer's works. I think you guys are all amazing! I hope you guys like this fan fic,
but if you don't, that's fine too. Just tell me what you don't like about it in a review. No
flames please. Ok, I think that's it for now. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Everything here that you recognize belongs to J.K. Rowling. If this story plot is
like yours or you see something familiar from yours, I'm very sorry. I didn't copy from anybody's
story, but sry if my idea is a lot like yours. I'm not making any money off of this.
Roses are red, violets are blue
I don't own, so please don't sue.
Cheers!
HARRY POTTER AND THE FIFTH YEAR FATES
CHAPTER 1
An owl fluttered through the kitchen window and dropped a stiff piece of parchment onto Vernon
Dursley's toast. He looked up and, enraged, shouted, "That blasted owl! Why, I'm gonna - " Before
he got a chance to finish his sentence, he was interrupted by a startled gasp from Harry, who had
snatched the letter up and was in the process of reading it.
"Oy" was all he could say before sitting down, shocked. The letter fell from his fingers, but he
didn't notice. He seemed to come to his senses after a moment, the famous and swoon-worthy
half-smile of his - the one that had nearly every witch at Hogwarts (and beyond) entranced -
flitted across his face. Meanwhile, his porky cousin Dudley had picked up the piece of parchment
and was now scanning the contents of it.
As he read on, an envious look came to his face. "But… him?? Award??? Hogwarts- GALLEONS?!?!?"
Dudley stammered.
"Spit it out boy!" barked Uncle Vernon.
Aunt Petunia, who had been silent through this entire exchange, spoke up. "What is it Dudley
dearest?" she fawned over her beloved son. "You can tell Mummy, sweetums."
Dudley finally found his voice. "It says here that Harry," Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia both
gave Harry a particularly nasty look here. "Harry won something called the Witch Weekly's
Most-Charming-Smile Award. They've transferred a medal into his Gringotts vault along with - "
Dudley's eyes widened considerably here. " - along with the prize money of one million Galleons."
At this, Uncle Vernon's eyes took on a look of greed as well as one of malice.
"Money, eh boy?" he sneered. "And plenty of it, I see. So I guess that you were just going to
keep this from us, after all we've done for you. Taken you in from the goodness of our hearts,
we have." Harry snorted. There was no way the Dursleys were going to ruin this moment for him.
Enraged, Uncle Vernon crumpled up the letter and, one after another, the Dursleys stormed out
of the kitchen.
Harry picked up what was left of the parchment and glanced around the kitchen, making certain
that nobody was watching. He then quickly pulled out his wand and whispered "Reconditius".
Immediately, the letter returned to the way it had been before becoming the object of Vernon
Dursley's rage. Harry smiled. It felt good to do magic again. Since Voldemort's attack through
the Portkey at the Triwizard's Tournament, Professor Dumbledore had issued an order allowing
underage wizards to use magic outside of school; dark times had fallen upon the wizarding (and
Muggle) world.
Thinking of the past year's events, Harry sobered a bit. He shook his head. Now was not the time
to think of that, he thought. He should be celebrating! An idea suddenly came to mind. He ran
upstairs, scribbled a note and sent Hedwig, his owl, off with it. He then grabbed his Firebolt,
his invisibility cloak and the parchment containing the news of his award. As he kicked off the
Dursley's lawn unseen and flew through the clouds on the Firebolt, he thought about what it
meant to win the Witch Weekly's Most-Charming-Smile Award. He knew that over the past few years,
his face had become increasingly attractive, his body more muscular and developed. The hordes of
girls after him had increased to an alarming number. And yet, he had never expected the award!
He laughed. "Come off it Potter," he lectured himself. "Ok, so you won an award. Big deal.
Blimey, if you keep thinking like that you're gonna give yourself a big head!"
Before he knew it, he had arrived at his destination. Landing on a plush green lawn, he stepped
onto a tooth shaped doormat and rang the doorbell. A moment later, Hermione opened the door,
breathless.
"Harry!" she shrieked. "Oh my gosh, I have missed you so much!" With that she gave him a huge
hug, wrapping her arms and legs around him. Harry, startled, put his arms around her too. He
buried his face in her hair and took a deep breath. She smelled of peppermint and cherries. He
smiled, thinking about how good it was to see her again. He then pulled her out of his arms and
held her at an arm's length, looking her up and down. She had changed a lot and it was apparent
that she wasn't a little girl anymore; no, far from it.
He chuckled. "Nice to know that someone thought of me." Hermione had moved out of his grasp now
and was blushing furiously.
"Um, would you like to come to my room-- , I mean, come inside?" she stammered.
"Sure, that'd be great." Harry said as he followed her inside the house. As her back was turned,
he gave her a searching look and, not being able to help it, gave a small chuckle behind his
hand. Now that they were inside and sitting on the couch, Hermione thought to ask what he was
doing at her house.
"I'll tell you when Ron gets here" he replied. "I'm really sorry about not calling before I came,
but I didn't really think-- ."
"Oh Harry, it's no problem, really. I love… My parents love having you here." she stumbled over
her words.
"Um… Hermi?"
"Yes Harry?" she answered, looking nervous.
"You do realize that I've never met your parents before, don't you?" he inquired. By now he was
thoroughly baffled by Hermione's strange behavior.
"Uh, what I meant was that I've told them all about you, and they've read so many books about
you and everything, and I know they're going to love you!" Harry was beginning to wonder if
Hermione's face was going to stay the ripe red color that it had settled into after he had
arrived. Perhaps she had become an honorary Weasley and not told him? He shook his head and
smiled at her, noticing that she was looking at him expectantly, waiting for an answer.
"All right Hermi, whatever you - " He didn't get to finish his sentence, for that moment, Ron
arrived. Hermione noticed at once and gave him a big hug, but much unlike the one Harry had
received.
"I can't believe we're all together again!" she squealed with delight. "I didn't expect to see
you two again until school started!" While she was talking, Harry and Ron shook hands, being the
"manly" wizards that they were. They all trooped into the living room after exchanging greetings
with Hermione's parents, who were quite flattered to finally be meeting Hermione's two best
friends. As soon as all three of them were seated, Harry spoke.
"I guess you guys are wondering what I'm doing here. I just got a letter today that told me…" he
paused. "Wait, maybe I should tell you guys later- " his teasing words were muffled by the 2
pillows which had hit him squarely in the head. "Kidding, just kidding guys! Okay… I won the
Witch Weekly's Most-Charming-Smile Award." There was absolute silence, then a gasp from Hermione.
"Harry, that's wonderful!"
"Er, that's really cool, Harry."
" -Gilderoy Lockhart in your face!"
"Ginny's gonna die when she hears- "
"To think I ever fancied that lying, memory snatching… professor. Er… what???" She looked back
and forth between Harry and Ron, taking in their expressions. Before her last sentence, Hermione
and Ron had been speaking simultaneously. However, now both Harry and Ron were staring at her
with smiles creeping onto their faces.
Ron began with "You know, Hermi, all this time we suspected you did- "
" -fancy Lockhart, but here you go and admit it to us…" Harry finished. Hermione realized what
she had given away to her friends, then hid her face in her hands and moaned.
"If you guys tease me about this, I'll… I'll…."
"You'll what, Hermi? I don't think there's much you can do to us." Harry said
mischievously. "Plus you're talking about your two best friends here. Would we every tease you?
Honestly! Whoever heard of such a thing?" Hermione couldn't help but giggle into her hands.
"Right," said Ron. "So about this award, Harry, we really should celebrate. It's not
everyday you win an award from your adoring fans."
"Ron…" Harry started to say, knowing that money and fame were touchy subjects with Ron,
but realized his friend was just kidding. At that time, Hermione suddenly sat up as if a thought
had just occurred to her (which, coincidentally, was the case).
"Harry? What do the Dursleys say about all of this?" Harry explained what had happened
on Privet Drive; from the letter landing in Uncle Vernon's toast to winning the prize money to
Uncle Vernon's finding out about the fortune he now (and always) had. "So I was just wondering
if I could maybe stay with one of you for the rest of the summer, seeing that if I try to go
back to the Dursleys' I reckon they'll probably murder me in my sleep to get tot he money." Ron
and Hermione both snickered.
"Of course, Harry. That's no problem. You can definitely stay with us here, that is, if
you don't mind sugar-free snacks all the time. They drive me insane!" Harry turned to Ron.
"Ron? You don't mind me staying here with Hermi, do you?" Ron shook his head. "Well then,
it's all settled. Thanks a ton, Hermi. It means a lot to me."
"No problem, Harry. Anything for a friend; you know that. Let me go tell my parents that
you're staying with us. I'll be right back!" With that, Hermione left the room. Harry turned to
Ron again.
"Has there been something up with Hermione lately? She's been klutzy, she stutters all
the time and she blushes every time anyone looks at her. Does she know something that I don't?"
Harry asked his best friend.
"Harry," Ron began, exasperated. "Even I'm not that daft. All the signs are there.
Nothing is wrong with Hermione, she just likes - " However, Ron never got a chance to finish
telling Harry who Hermione liked, for just then, Hermione herself came back into the room. "Tell
ya later," Ron whispered to Harry, who nodded to show that he'd heard. "Well, I'd better get
back to the Burrow now. When I left I told Mum I'd be home in an hour and you know what happens
when you don't get home on time. 'RONALD ARTHUR WEASLEY, WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN? THAT IS THE SECOND
TIME THIS WEEK THAT YOU'VE BEEN LATE COMING HOME! ARE YOU TRYING TO BE THE DEATH OF ME?' " Ron's
imitation of Mrs. Weasley in a rage was so funny (and accurate) that Harry and Hermione had to
laugh. They said their goodbyes and Ron left soon after.
As Harry and Hermione sat on the sofa watching her telly, Harry's thoughts wandered back to the
conversation he had with Ron half an hour earlier. Who did Hermione * like *? Was it one of
them? What about Viktor Krum? He smiled as a memory came to mind.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
*** When at last they had reached a quiet stretch of ground a short way from the
Beauxbatons horses/ paddock, Krum stopped in the shade of the trees and turned to face Harry.
"I vant to know," he said, glowering, "vot there is between you and Hermy-own-ninny."
Harry, who from Krum's secretive manner had expected something much more serious than
this, stared up at Krum in amazement.
"Nothing," he said. But Krum glowered at him, and Harry, somehow struck anew by how tall
Krum was, elaborated. "We're friends. She's not my girlfriend and she never had been. It's just
that Skeeter woman making things up."
"Hermy-own-ninny talks about you very often," said Krum, looking suspiciously at Harry.
"Yeah," said Harry, "because we're friends."
He couldn't quite believe he was having this conversation with Viktor Krum, the famous
international Quidditch player. It was as thought the eighteen-year-old Krum thought he, Harry,
was an equal - a real rival -
"You haff never… you haff not…"
"No," said Harry very firmly.
Krum looked slightly happier. He stared at Harry for a few seconds, then said, "You fly
very vell. I vos votching at the first task." ***
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Suddenly, a thought occurred to Harry. What if Hermione really did like him?!? What if
Viktor had been right? "Wait a minute Potter, stop," he thought to himself, "Hermione can't like
you. I mean, how could she? It's not like you're anything special." However, even as he said
those words, he knew it wasn't true; he was special and always would be, like it or not. After
all, he was THE Harry Potter, "the hero who conquered the Dark Lord" (4 times to date, in fact).
"Ok… maybe she likes you, maybe she doesn't. Just stay cool, Potter, stay cool. Cool as a
cucumber, ice cold. Chilly… Oh what's the use? If she really does like you, do you like her?"
This question had him stumped. He had never thought about this before; did he like Hermione?
"Harry!" Hermione's voice broke through his thoughts. "The show's over, so we should
probably get to bed. Oh, I forgot to tell you. You'll be staying in my room because we don't
have a guest room right now after Dad turned it into a storage room. We set up a bed in my room
for you. Don't worry, I won't embarrass you or anything; it'll be perfectly fine. Is that okay
with you?"
"Er, that's ok with me," Harry replied, although at that moment it was probably the
furthest from ok in his mind. The thought of sharing a room with Hermione after the thoughts he
had just had turned his face a bright crimson. Hermione saw this and giggled.
"It'll be ok, Harry, believe me it will." With that, she grabbed his arm and pulled him
to her room. (Wait… that didn't come out right…)
A/N: Tell me what you think in your reviews! Should I post another chapter?
Thank you for your support and I luv you guys!
-Ann