A/N: I was writing this short story for an English assessment in school. Creative Writing; my favourite topic. Of course, I had to edit out any inappropriate bits when I gave it in to my teacher.
She was running with all of her might. Through the cold, damp hallways of the dungeons. Barely able to see with the little light provided by the dimly lit torches lining the stone walls. She tripped, and fell to her knees, hissing in pain as they scraped across the ground. She took a few deep breaths before attempting to stand again. Her balance wavered, and she leaned against the wall for support, struggling to get her breathing back on track. She knew that she had to keep running. She knew that she wasn't allowed to stop. It wasn't safe to stop. She knew that, but it didn't stop her from crumpling to the floor. It didn't stop the hot tears from coursing down her cheeks. It didn't stop her body from being over-taken by sobs. It didn't stop her from thinking that she should've gone back...
It was Friday. The end of a long school week. Her Potions class had just finished, and she couldn't stop the corners of her mouth from curving upwards into a smile. She was on her way to the library; it was a routine of hers. Everyday she spent her lunchtimes at the library, and she usually went before dinner as well. Like she was planning on doing as she made her way up the moving staircase. The library was her favourite place. Well, it tied with their special place. And anybody who knew Hermione Granger, knew that she loved to read.
She pushed the heavy oak doors to the library open, and hearing the creaking sound, and the smell of old parchment that accompanied the action, smiled. She walked around bookcases, and tables, making her way through the library, towards the secluded table at the back of the library that had been her own for the six - nearly seven - years that she had been at Hogwarts. When she finally reached it, she sat down in the comfortable red armchair that waited for her, and set her bag down onto the floor. She took her parchment, quill, and inkpot, and a black, leather bound book from it, and opened it to the first page. She'd been set Ancient Runes homework that day, and wanted to start it as soon as possible. She had to read the first chapter of the book, and translate it, it was due in the following week. She began reading, scribbling notes down on her parchment, and dipping her quill into the inkpot every so often.
She was halfway through the chapter when she heard the footsteps behind her. Saw the shadow overlap the page she was reading. Heard the chair across from hers creaking as somebody sat down. She knew who it was. She glanced up from her book, to see him reclined in the plush armchair with his eyes closed.
"You study entirely too much." He drawled, opening his eyes and staring into the honey coloured depths of hers.
"Do I?" She asked, mesmerized by his chestnut eyes. He leaned forward in the chair, putting his elbows on the table.
"Yes." He answered. Her gaze flickered to the bookshelf behind him, before her eyes settled on him again. She hated the way he made her feel. She hated the way that he made her melt into a puddle every time he so much as glanced in her direction. She hated the way she reacted to him. She shouldn't have been reacting to him. It wasn't right. It wasn't what she was supposed to do. She was supposed to be head-over-heels in love with Ronald Weasley. She was supposed to start her life with him- marry him. Have children with him. He was more like a distant brother to her than a future husband and father of her children. It was funny when she thought about it.
"I'm doing my Ancient Runes homework." She answered, starting to write again.
"We have a week to do it." He pointed out. She stopped writing, and looked at him.
"I know. I want to get it done." She said, sighing and putting her things away.
"Where are you going?" He asked her as she stood up with her bag.
She tucked her chair in. "To dinner. I'm not going to get anymore work done here." She said, walking away from him.
He got up and started walking after her, doubling his steps to catch up to her. She had just made it out of the library when she heard his footsteps behind her. She slowed down, and he fell into step with her. She carried on walking and when they got to the hall, both hurried to their house tables. Only once she was seated next to Neville and Seamus, across from Dean and Lee Jordan, did she look up and meet his gaze. He smirked at her, before digging into his meal. She looked down at her own plate blushing and looking flustered. She knew that he was still watching her though. And he knew that she knew. She knew that he could see her reacting to him, the same way that if she looked up , she would see him reacting to her. And she felt the heat, the electricity, that powerful surge of magic, the spark that passed through her each, and every time he looked, touched, spoke to her. And she knew that he felt it too.
That was Chapter 1. Tell me what you think :D