Chapter 1.
AN...Yes, this is loosely based on Titanic...I'll try not make it horribly so, to make it as original as possible.
Harry and Ron were sitting in the common room one Thursday evening in June, doing transfiguration homework, when a grinning Hermione came in with a letter in her hand.
"I've a proposition for you two!" She said, bounding over.
"What?" They looked up in interest.
"My parents and I are going on a cruise over the summer, and they've said you two can come too!" She grinned, shaking the letter.
"Wicked!...Oh, but I can't!" Ron said, "We're going to stay with Charlie in Romania."
"Oh, well, that's ok. Harry?" Hermione asked.
"You're asking me if I'd rather go back to the Dursleys? Let me think about it." He answered sarcastically.
"So you'll come?" She grinned.
"Yeah!" He smiled back.
"Ok, I'm away to the owlry to reply to mum." She said, skipping out of the room.
Harry watched her go and then turned to Ron, who was staring at him, slightly amused.
"This should be interesting." Ron said.
"What?"
"Oh come on. You and Hermione....together all summer?"
"Yeah, it's going to be awkward, but, we've talked about this before, Ron. I can't do anything about it. She's my friend."
"So you're not going to say anything? All summer?"
"NO. We'll just be two friends on holiday together...It'll be fine." He added, at the look on Ron's face.
"Whatever." Ron smirked, before going back to his homework.
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Hermione smiled all the way up to the owlry, where she wrote a small reply to her parents and attached it to one of the school's owls, and it promptly flew out of the window to make it's delivery. 'This is going to be a great holiday', she smiled.
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A week later, Hermione joined Harry and Ron in the Great Hall for breakfast.
"Morning!" She greeted the boys.
"Morning Hermione." They chorused in reply.
They started tucking into the food which had appeared on hundreds of plates, lined along the table, when a fluttering could be heard overhead; Post had arrived. Dozens of owls flew in and flew about the room, landing in front of the correct recipients. Hermione jumped as a brown owl landed on her plate of toast. She untied the letter and read, while Ron helped himself to more bacon.
"Whashirsay?" He said, with a mouthful of the bacon he had just picked up.
Eyes still on the letter, Hermione muttered, "It's from my parents," as she took a fresh slice of toast and ate as she finished reading. Swallowing her toast before she finished, with a pointed look at Ron, she turned to Harry.
"They said that we don't leave until a week after the holidays start, but you can come and stay at our house until then, it'll be easier..." She said, to a nodding Harry. "They'll meet us at the station off the train."
"That's cool." Harry said. "Your parents wont mind?"
"Of course not!" Hermione said, shocked.
"I just mean...with me being...a guy and all..." He said.
"Yeah, well, they know we're friends, and just that." She said firmly.
"Yeah." Harry said, but his stomach had dropped several feet. 'Just that?', he thought. Even though he knew he'd never be able to speak to her about his feelings, it still hurt him to hear hey say it.
"Come on, we'd better get to class." Ron said, getting to his feet, as the three of them joined the crowds exiting the Great Hall. They made their way down to the dungeons for Potions with a sigh. They found their seats....as close to the back as possible, and got out their things. Their heads jerked up as Snape swept hurriedly into the class, robes flaring behind him.
"Quiet, class." He said, and the few students who were actually talking stopped and looked up to him.
Harry, however, was looking at his desk. What Hermione had said at breakfast was still playing over and over in his head. 'We're just friends.' He knew it was stupid, he'd known from the beginning that he didn't have a chance with her, he knew they could never be together...right from the moment in second year, when he first saw her after she'd been revived from being petrified by the Basilisk. Right from that moment when something snapped inside him at seeing her face...when he realised he loved her.
"Potter!" Snape spat, snapping him out of his thoughts. "You think you know enough not to pay attention in MY class?"
"Um...no, professor, I was just...I was.." Harry stammered. He felt very aware that most of the class were now staring at him.
"Well then, you'll do the whole class the...honour...of demonstrating the potion I've just been telling them about for the past five minutes." He snarled.
"But professor...I..." Harry started.
"Everyone turn to Potter as he demonstrates how to make the hair-growing potion."
Hair growing? Harry stared at him in shock.
"Well, get started." Snape growled menacingly at him.
Harry looked at the ingredients in front of him beside his small cauldron, and glanced up at the blackboard, which had instructions on it, but Snape quickly stood in front of it.
"Oh, you'll know this well enough not to look at the instructions, Potter."
Harry gulped as he tried to make the potion from what he could remember on the board. Ten minutes later, he stirred in his final ingredient...and his cauldron made a small "Pop", as a puff of purple smoke rose and covered his face. In shock, he leapt back from the cauldron, forgetting that the stirring rod he was holding was still inside, which tipped the cauldron. He heard the class laughing, as the cauldron fell and spilled its contents onto his foot. He watched, in horror, as the clearing smoke revealed his foot, which had grown three times its normal size and had ripped painfully through his shoes. He also noticed that it was a bright purple colour, as he wiggled his bleeding toes, wincing at the pain.
"Clearly, Potter, you weren't paying attention." Snape hissed as he waved his wand and cleared the spilled potion and cauldron from the floor. "I want 6ft of parchment on the properties of this potion for next lesson, Potter, and I want 4ft from the rest of you. Class dismissed." He yelled, as he went back to his desk, grumbling to himself.
"Idiot, Potter." Malfoy smirked, staring at Harry's foot, before he left.
"Come on, Harry." Hermione said. "We'd better get you to Madame Pomfrey...Ron, stop it, it's not funny."
"I know, I'm sorry, mate." Ron said, trying to keep a straight face as Harry tried to hobble to the door, and promptly fell down at the off-balance of his feet.
"Um, a little help here, guys?" He asked, as Hermione and Ron helped him up and each took one of his arms as they helped him up to the hospital wing.
AN...Yes, this is loosely based on Titanic...I'll try not make it horribly so, to make it as original as possible.
Harry and Ron were sitting in the common room one Thursday evening in June, doing transfiguration homework, when a grinning Hermione came in with a letter in her hand.
"I've a proposition for you two!" She said, bounding over.
"What?" They looked up in interest.
"My parents and I are going on a cruise over the summer, and they've said you two can come too!" She grinned, shaking the letter.
"Wicked!...Oh, but I can't!" Ron said, "We're going to stay with Charlie in Romania."
"Oh, well, that's ok. Harry?" Hermione asked.
"You're asking me if I'd rather go back to the Dursleys? Let me think about it." He answered sarcastically.
"So you'll come?" She grinned.
"Yeah!" He smiled back.
"Ok, I'm away to the owlry to reply to mum." She said, skipping out of the room.
Harry watched her go and then turned to Ron, who was staring at him, slightly amused.
"This should be interesting." Ron said.
"What?"
"Oh come on. You and Hermione....together all summer?"
"Yeah, it's going to be awkward, but, we've talked about this before, Ron. I can't do anything about it. She's my friend."
"So you're not going to say anything? All summer?"
"NO. We'll just be two friends on holiday together...It'll be fine." He added, at the look on Ron's face.
"Whatever." Ron smirked, before going back to his homework.
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Hermione smiled all the way up to the owlry, where she wrote a small reply to her parents and attached it to one of the school's owls, and it promptly flew out of the window to make it's delivery. 'This is going to be a great holiday', she smiled.
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A week later, Hermione joined Harry and Ron in the Great Hall for breakfast.
"Morning!" She greeted the boys.
"Morning Hermione." They chorused in reply.
They started tucking into the food which had appeared on hundreds of plates, lined along the table, when a fluttering could be heard overhead; Post had arrived. Dozens of owls flew in and flew about the room, landing in front of the correct recipients. Hermione jumped as a brown owl landed on her plate of toast. She untied the letter and read, while Ron helped himself to more bacon.
"Whashirsay?" He said, with a mouthful of the bacon he had just picked up.
Eyes still on the letter, Hermione muttered, "It's from my parents," as she took a fresh slice of toast and ate as she finished reading. Swallowing her toast before she finished, with a pointed look at Ron, she turned to Harry.
"They said that we don't leave until a week after the holidays start, but you can come and stay at our house until then, it'll be easier..." She said, to a nodding Harry. "They'll meet us at the station off the train."
"That's cool." Harry said. "Your parents wont mind?"
"Of course not!" Hermione said, shocked.
"I just mean...with me being...a guy and all..." He said.
"Yeah, well, they know we're friends, and just that." She said firmly.
"Yeah." Harry said, but his stomach had dropped several feet. 'Just that?', he thought. Even though he knew he'd never be able to speak to her about his feelings, it still hurt him to hear hey say it.
"Come on, we'd better get to class." Ron said, getting to his feet, as the three of them joined the crowds exiting the Great Hall. They made their way down to the dungeons for Potions with a sigh. They found their seats....as close to the back as possible, and got out their things. Their heads jerked up as Snape swept hurriedly into the class, robes flaring behind him.
"Quiet, class." He said, and the few students who were actually talking stopped and looked up to him.
Harry, however, was looking at his desk. What Hermione had said at breakfast was still playing over and over in his head. 'We're just friends.' He knew it was stupid, he'd known from the beginning that he didn't have a chance with her, he knew they could never be together...right from the moment in second year, when he first saw her after she'd been revived from being petrified by the Basilisk. Right from that moment when something snapped inside him at seeing her face...when he realised he loved her.
"Potter!" Snape spat, snapping him out of his thoughts. "You think you know enough not to pay attention in MY class?"
"Um...no, professor, I was just...I was.." Harry stammered. He felt very aware that most of the class were now staring at him.
"Well then, you'll do the whole class the...honour...of demonstrating the potion I've just been telling them about for the past five minutes." He snarled.
"But professor...I..." Harry started.
"Everyone turn to Potter as he demonstrates how to make the hair-growing potion."
Hair growing? Harry stared at him in shock.
"Well, get started." Snape growled menacingly at him.
Harry looked at the ingredients in front of him beside his small cauldron, and glanced up at the blackboard, which had instructions on it, but Snape quickly stood in front of it.
"Oh, you'll know this well enough not to look at the instructions, Potter."
Harry gulped as he tried to make the potion from what he could remember on the board. Ten minutes later, he stirred in his final ingredient...and his cauldron made a small "Pop", as a puff of purple smoke rose and covered his face. In shock, he leapt back from the cauldron, forgetting that the stirring rod he was holding was still inside, which tipped the cauldron. He heard the class laughing, as the cauldron fell and spilled its contents onto his foot. He watched, in horror, as the clearing smoke revealed his foot, which had grown three times its normal size and had ripped painfully through his shoes. He also noticed that it was a bright purple colour, as he wiggled his bleeding toes, wincing at the pain.
"Clearly, Potter, you weren't paying attention." Snape hissed as he waved his wand and cleared the spilled potion and cauldron from the floor. "I want 6ft of parchment on the properties of this potion for next lesson, Potter, and I want 4ft from the rest of you. Class dismissed." He yelled, as he went back to his desk, grumbling to himself.
"Idiot, Potter." Malfoy smirked, staring at Harry's foot, before he left.
"Come on, Harry." Hermione said. "We'd better get you to Madame Pomfrey...Ron, stop it, it's not funny."
"I know, I'm sorry, mate." Ron said, trying to keep a straight face as Harry tried to hobble to the door, and promptly fell down at the off-balance of his feet.
"Um, a little help here, guys?" He asked, as Hermione and Ron helped him up and each took one of his arms as they helped him up to the hospital wing.