The five things Harry stole from Hermione…. And the one thing she stole.

Harry Potter was of course above all the boy who lived… and if you were a fighter for the light then he would of course be the boy who won.

One thing you would never guess about our raven haired, emerald green eyed and quidditch toned body boy was that he was a thief… not a bad one of gosh no.

NO, our boy who lived was only a thief when it came to a certain girl. A bushy haired, chocolate brown eyed and lean book worm Hermione Jane Granger. Cos you see when it to Hermione Harry always found he couldn't help it.

What will surprise us all was that our little muggle born miss-know-it-all never figured it out. How could she, who would guess that he would steal ANYTHING least of all from his best friend.

Item One-

THE QUILL

It was a simple night in the common room of the most brave and loyal house Gryffindor. Nothing usual at all, well to Hermione it wasn't, she was of course studying as always while her supposable best friends played Wizard chess.

Harry was of course losing to their other best friend red haired, blue eyed and quidditch toned body boy Ronald Weasley.

It was an intense game for the boys, it always is because as any one who knew the trio knew that Harry and Ronald was always serious about chess (it saved their lives back in first year if you hadn't of known) Harry as always determined to win against Ron and Ron- well Ron to be good at something next to the boy who lived.

And so because of this (intense) game neither noticed as Hermione placed a book down reached for a quill that had up to that point been beside her (of course she had been sitting with beside the table) and found nothing, frowning not looking up from her half written notes didn't quiet catch on that her quill was gone.

But within half a second she understood that her hand was searching thin air so turning her head she looked…. And looked for there was no quill, this of course was strange for our little book worm. For she never lost anything, ever she was organised during her study.

"Where the bloody hell is it" Hermione grunted as she pushed herself to her knees lifting books and parchments up and if she hadn't been on her knees she would have spun in a circle looking for her favourite green shimmering quill. The one she could be seen tapping at her head or stroking absentmindedly against her cheek… or on those rare occasions trapping lightly between her teeth then her pink lips deep in thought… of course.

And neither boys looking away from their as for a full FIVE MINUTES Hermione searched and searched, lifting and pushing (even, if never admitting her self, kicking) things out of her way (even a first year) only to stand in the middle of the common room with her hands perfectly propped on what some boys had began to call her prefect hips.

And because she had of course been friends with Ron for oh lets say six years she reached up with one long and elegant arm to run a few of her elegant and long fingers through her bushy hair scratching lightly. At this both boys offered up their eyes (a set of blue and green noticing for a spilt second the creamy white skin of her stomach) but quickly looked back to their game (remember this is Wizard chess and this is Harry and Ron).

Hermione of course believed she had the answer and narrowed her eyes "GINNY" she almost bellowed, see what is going through our book worm's head is that Ginny Weasley (another red haired, blue eyed and slim Weasley) had commented only that morning on the lovely (it is lovely) quill that Hermione had been holding THAT VERY MORNING.

Hermione stomped back to her books and notes (this being Hermione there was quite a few) and scooped them up with a struggle and stomped towards the girls dorm. Where I might add a red haired Weasley girl sat talking about her boyfriend from Ravenclaw.

This is of course where our little thief and his best friend looked up "night 'Mione" both chimed but it fell upon deaf (and stressed) ears of their best friend. Looking back to each other both boys shrugged "stressed" Ron offered looking back to the board while the boy who lived (or the boy who stole) frowned and nodded.

THE QUILL you ask well unbeknownst to Hermione, Ron and even Harry was currently sitting on Harry's lap… WHAT you demand (well you asked) he didn't know per say he held it or that his callous fingers were running along the smooth and soft surface…stopping only briefly to feel where THAT VERY MORNING Hermione had trapped it between her lips whilst her raven haired friend had first seen it.

Yes that was when the boy who lived stole Hermione's favourite quill.

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