Summer Love: Blue Moon and Ripe Strawberries
by: blue_chick73
Hermione gazed out of the window in Transfiguration. Professor McGonagall's droning was barely audible. Hermione usually listened to her lectures, but not today. It was too hot of a June day to listen to anyone. Beads of sweat were forming on Hermione's perfect complexion, and her face turned red. A scuffle and scrape of feet informed Hermione that class was over. She gathered her books, and headed to the common room where she did her daily studying.
She adjusted her rather large reading glasses, and started writing out an essay about the use of wolfsbane when Lavender arrived by her side.
"Hey, Herm. Come outside with me, it feels great!" Hermione reluctantly left her work behind and followed Lavender outside. Hermione noticed that Lavender had changed into tiny daisy-dukes with a soft baby-pink tank. Her dark brown hair was pulled up into a high ponytail, some strands left down caressing her round face. Her flip-flops made a loud plopping noise s they stepped out onto the grounds.
"There y'all guys are. We were waiting for you." It was him. Harry, the love of her life. Hermione sat down beside Lavender.
Staring up into the starry night sky, Hermione entered her own world. Why couldn't she just hang loose and throw that shy little girl away? Why couldn't she be more like, like Lavender. Lavender was more outgoing, more beautiful, and had more friends. Hermione was glad to have a good friend like her.
Before she knew it, Lavender had a tight grip on her arm. "Hermione, let's go inside. Oh man, I hope Filch and his stupid cat don't catch us..." Lavender dragged her inside. Soft padded footsteps behind her made Hermione whirl around. Harry stopper an inch in front of her, "Herm. I, I got something to tell you...meet me outside at midnight, okay?" And he sprinted up the steps and into the castle. Hermione could hardly wait.
11:57pm...
Hermione eagerly crept through the dark corridor. Harry's words swam in her head. What does he want? Hermione wondered. She creaked the front door open, and slipped outside. The cool refreshing air whipped all around her. It felt so good. A misty fog had set in, making it hard to see more than I few yards ahead of her. She shivered as a strong breeze suddenly ruffled her auburn hair. She felt a prickly feeling on her arms and turned around. Harry was standing there, grinning slyly.
He put his warm hands around her and clasped them together in front of her chest. He rested his chin on her head and whispered into her ear, "Follow me. I have something to show you." Harry held her hand tightly and led her to the back of the castle and around a few trees. Hermione recognized this as Professor Sprout's private garden. Well, some garden. There were rows and rows of ripe red strawberries, ready to be picked. They seemed to beckon her, and she ran up to a patch of them. Harry smiled, "I knew you'd like it."
"So why did you tell me to meet you out here anyway?" Hermione questioned, and bit into a juicy strawberry. Harry grinned again and wrapped his arms around her thin waist.
"Because of this..." He leaned forward and kissed her. It was an abrupt thing, that just happened out of the blue. Miraculously, the fog had lifted, leaving the blue moon above their heads. It was pale, but all the same very romantic. Hermione pulled back and said, "Harry, you-you like me?"
He nodded and fed a her a bright red strawberry. She laughed and did the same to him. This was going to be a night she would remember for the rest of her entire life.
A/N: I know it's kinda short but...oh wellza. I am still working on my Midnight Wanderer series but for all of you H/Hr fans, this one is for you. :)
by: blue_chick73
Hermione gazed out of the window in Transfiguration. Professor McGonagall's droning was barely audible. Hermione usually listened to her lectures, but not today. It was too hot of a June day to listen to anyone. Beads of sweat were forming on Hermione's perfect complexion, and her face turned red. A scuffle and scrape of feet informed Hermione that class was over. She gathered her books, and headed to the common room where she did her daily studying.
She adjusted her rather large reading glasses, and started writing out an essay about the use of wolfsbane when Lavender arrived by her side.
"Hey, Herm. Come outside with me, it feels great!" Hermione reluctantly left her work behind and followed Lavender outside. Hermione noticed that Lavender had changed into tiny daisy-dukes with a soft baby-pink tank. Her dark brown hair was pulled up into a high ponytail, some strands left down caressing her round face. Her flip-flops made a loud plopping noise s they stepped out onto the grounds.
"There y'all guys are. We were waiting for you." It was him. Harry, the love of her life. Hermione sat down beside Lavender.
Staring up into the starry night sky, Hermione entered her own world. Why couldn't she just hang loose and throw that shy little girl away? Why couldn't she be more like, like Lavender. Lavender was more outgoing, more beautiful, and had more friends. Hermione was glad to have a good friend like her.
Before she knew it, Lavender had a tight grip on her arm. "Hermione, let's go inside. Oh man, I hope Filch and his stupid cat don't catch us..." Lavender dragged her inside. Soft padded footsteps behind her made Hermione whirl around. Harry stopper an inch in front of her, "Herm. I, I got something to tell you...meet me outside at midnight, okay?" And he sprinted up the steps and into the castle. Hermione could hardly wait.
11:57pm...
Hermione eagerly crept through the dark corridor. Harry's words swam in her head. What does he want? Hermione wondered. She creaked the front door open, and slipped outside. The cool refreshing air whipped all around her. It felt so good. A misty fog had set in, making it hard to see more than I few yards ahead of her. She shivered as a strong breeze suddenly ruffled her auburn hair. She felt a prickly feeling on her arms and turned around. Harry was standing there, grinning slyly.
He put his warm hands around her and clasped them together in front of her chest. He rested his chin on her head and whispered into her ear, "Follow me. I have something to show you." Harry held her hand tightly and led her to the back of the castle and around a few trees. Hermione recognized this as Professor Sprout's private garden. Well, some garden. There were rows and rows of ripe red strawberries, ready to be picked. They seemed to beckon her, and she ran up to a patch of them. Harry smiled, "I knew you'd like it."
"So why did you tell me to meet you out here anyway?" Hermione questioned, and bit into a juicy strawberry. Harry grinned again and wrapped his arms around her thin waist.
"Because of this..." He leaned forward and kissed her. It was an abrupt thing, that just happened out of the blue. Miraculously, the fog had lifted, leaving the blue moon above their heads. It was pale, but all the same very romantic. Hermione pulled back and said, "Harry, you-you like me?"
He nodded and fed a her a bright red strawberry. She laughed and did the same to him. This was going to be a night she would remember for the rest of her entire life.
A/N: I know it's kinda short but...oh wellza. I am still working on my Midnight Wanderer series but for all of you H/Hr fans, this one is for you. :)