Chapter 1: Please?!?
Disclaimer: These characters and the story of Harry Potter are not mine.
Hermione woke up in her flat seven years from graduating Hogwarts and smiled. She was one of the top witches in the world with a great job and a great life. or so she thought. She always felt as if something was missing, but she could never put her finger on it.
After her daily 15 minutes of analyzing her life, she got up to go take a shower. Afterwards, she sat down in her kitchen table just randomly thinking to herself when she heard a small "pop" behind her. Biting back a scream, she got up the nerve to turn around to see who was there. She turned around slowly, excepting the worse, when she saw a sight for sore eyes. It was her best friend, Harry Potter, just standing there with a gorgeous smile plastered on his perfect face. His hair was still its old messy self, and he had changed over the years from a skinny boy at Hogwarts to a slender, broad shouldered man, most likely due to the many years of quidditch, both before and after school.
Harry was the star seeker for Puddlemere United with his best friend, Ron Weasley as the keeper. They traveled around a lot of the year so meetings with the three of them were usually very rare. But this was Hermione's favorite time of year, because today they were playing in London against the Chuddley Cannons.
"Come on Hermione, are you just going to sit there and stare or are you going to give your best friend a hug?" Harry said finally, snapping Hermione out of her stupor.
Hermione, embarrassed, got up from her seat and ran to hug Harry, a friendly hug, nothing more.or so she said. Sure, Harry was the best that ever happened to her, but she wasn't going to risk her being with him to allow herself to have the one thing she ever wanted in the world.
As they hugged, she wanted this moment to last forever. If only she could think of a spell to make sure that this moment would never. 'Oh well' she thought as he pulled away 'my moment has passed.'
"Listen, Hermione" he began, looking rather flustered "I know I just got back from being on the road and all, but I have the biggest favor to ask you."
"Sure, Harry, shoot" Hermione said thinking of things he might ask. "Umm, well, you know that I'm, well...not"
"Come on Harry, spit it out"
"Well, you of all people know that I'm not very good with girls, and I was wondering if you would.um."
"If I would what, Harry?" Hermione said hoping that he would ask, no matter how stupid and.and not likely it would be, if she would be.
"My date for the game" he finished her thoughts looking very embarrassed at the last part.
Hermione thought that her eyes must be bulging out of her head at that very moment and Harry must of noticed because when he finally looked at her, he assed quickly
"For pretend of course. You know, there are always all these girls there and it kind of.well, it really sucks. And I cant exactly tell them to 'sod off' so I need to tell them for me by being my.my. feminine interest for the evening."
"Harry, one - I have no earthly I idea why you have swarms of women around you like you say because you talk like you have never even seen a person of the opposite sex since 1492, and two - I would love to be your 'fake date' for the game. But I have one question, what about the media. If they catch wind of the 'suave, debonair Potter going out with long time best friend bushy haired, bossy Granger' it will be a field day."
"Hermione, don't worry your pretty, little head over it" and with that, Harry was gone, as quickly as he came.
Hermione felt satisfied with the fact that she finally had to have a date with Harry, but something kept haunting that happy thought. Why did it only have to be for pretend?
Disclaimer: These characters and the story of Harry Potter are not mine.
Hermione woke up in her flat seven years from graduating Hogwarts and smiled. She was one of the top witches in the world with a great job and a great life. or so she thought. She always felt as if something was missing, but she could never put her finger on it.
After her daily 15 minutes of analyzing her life, she got up to go take a shower. Afterwards, she sat down in her kitchen table just randomly thinking to herself when she heard a small "pop" behind her. Biting back a scream, she got up the nerve to turn around to see who was there. She turned around slowly, excepting the worse, when she saw a sight for sore eyes. It was her best friend, Harry Potter, just standing there with a gorgeous smile plastered on his perfect face. His hair was still its old messy self, and he had changed over the years from a skinny boy at Hogwarts to a slender, broad shouldered man, most likely due to the many years of quidditch, both before and after school.
Harry was the star seeker for Puddlemere United with his best friend, Ron Weasley as the keeper. They traveled around a lot of the year so meetings with the three of them were usually very rare. But this was Hermione's favorite time of year, because today they were playing in London against the Chuddley Cannons.
"Come on Hermione, are you just going to sit there and stare or are you going to give your best friend a hug?" Harry said finally, snapping Hermione out of her stupor.
Hermione, embarrassed, got up from her seat and ran to hug Harry, a friendly hug, nothing more.or so she said. Sure, Harry was the best that ever happened to her, but she wasn't going to risk her being with him to allow herself to have the one thing she ever wanted in the world.
As they hugged, she wanted this moment to last forever. If only she could think of a spell to make sure that this moment would never. 'Oh well' she thought as he pulled away 'my moment has passed.'
"Listen, Hermione" he began, looking rather flustered "I know I just got back from being on the road and all, but I have the biggest favor to ask you."
"Sure, Harry, shoot" Hermione said thinking of things he might ask. "Umm, well, you know that I'm, well...not"
"Come on Harry, spit it out"
"Well, you of all people know that I'm not very good with girls, and I was wondering if you would.um."
"If I would what, Harry?" Hermione said hoping that he would ask, no matter how stupid and.and not likely it would be, if she would be.
"My date for the game" he finished her thoughts looking very embarrassed at the last part.
Hermione thought that her eyes must be bulging out of her head at that very moment and Harry must of noticed because when he finally looked at her, he assed quickly
"For pretend of course. You know, there are always all these girls there and it kind of.well, it really sucks. And I cant exactly tell them to 'sod off' so I need to tell them for me by being my.my. feminine interest for the evening."
"Harry, one - I have no earthly I idea why you have swarms of women around you like you say because you talk like you have never even seen a person of the opposite sex since 1492, and two - I would love to be your 'fake date' for the game. But I have one question, what about the media. If they catch wind of the 'suave, debonair Potter going out with long time best friend bushy haired, bossy Granger' it will be a field day."
"Hermione, don't worry your pretty, little head over it" and with that, Harry was gone, as quickly as he came.
Hermione felt satisfied with the fact that she finally had to have a date with Harry, but something kept haunting that happy thought. Why did it only have to be for pretend?