As usual I do not own any of these characters. They are the sole property
of J.K. Rowling. I can only add my own plot and dream that I own them.
Please no law suits. I am broke anyway.
Here is my third story. I got this idea from an email requesting I do something for Valentine's Day. Lot's of people posted ideas and this is the one I picked. Again it's Draco and Hermione. This one might be a little fluffy, but I hope you can deal with that. I will definitely try to add some plot in there somewhere.
Chapter 1
"Harry, don't lose me" Hermione whined. It was a bright sunny day and they were wandering about Diagon Alley together to buy books and such. The streets were extremely busy and the couple was having trouble staying together. Harry grabbed her small hand and led her into Flourish and Blotts.
"Sorry" he smiled to her as they were inside. The smile. Harry Potter's smile. It was famous. Her heart melted and she instantly forgave him. She intertwined his fingers into his and felt warmth spread through her hand. He leaned down and his lips softly brushed against hers.
They wandered through the old store, which of course, was still packed with people. They had gotten their books already, today was just a day out to have fun before their final year at Hogwarts had begun.
If it wasn't already obvious, Harry and Hermione had found some common ground with each other and became a couple at the end of their sixth year. It was still relatively new to each of them. For both, it was their first relationship.
"Harry look at this book!" Hermione shouted over her shoulder to the boy who couldn't care less about books. "Oh Harry, this looks so interesting". She didn't take her eyes off it. She opened it reading the first page. She scanned it over and over with that excited look in her eyes. "I think I am going to buy it. I have been saving up money for a while now" she reasoned. She seemed to be mostly talking to herself though.
Harry led her through the insane crowd to check out and leave the store. They approached the counter where a frazzled looking bald-headed man was waiting to take care of their purchase. "Is this all for ya?" he asked in a hopeful voice.
"Yeah" Hermione answered to his immense relief. "You look busy today".
"You don't even know the half of it" he muttered. "That will be 10 galleons" he told her. Hermione dug into the handbag she had been toting, but Harry was quicker. He pulled the money out of his pocket where it seemed to be burning a hole.
"What?" he smiled when she looked at him. "You deserve a present every now and then, just for being you". She smiled back at him. He was so good to her. She took her purchase from the man and said thank you before they turned and headed out into the crowd in the street.
"Ice cream?" he asked her. Of course her answer was yes. It couldn't get any better for her at this moment. She had a boyfriend that was also her best friend. She got to almost all her time with him. And he showered her with gifts.
As it was such a beautiful sunny day, they decided to eat their ice cream out doors. They sat on the patio of the ice cream parlor and licked their cones until nothing remained but the chocolate Harry had smeared on his nose. Hermione wiped it off with her napkin. It was picture perfect.
"Hermione, you have some chocolate on your face" he said to her looking like he was examining her closely.
"Oh, where" she asked panicky. She didn't want to look stupid in front of him.
"Right here" he replied as he leaned down and kissed her lips lightly. "Mmmm, it tastes sweet just like you".
"Harry Potter, you are so corny" she laughed at him. 'But I love the attention' she thought to herself.
The day passed by so quickly. The sun shined bright and there was not a cloud in the sky. Things were so easy. It was still summertime, and their homework was of course completed for the summer. Harry was grateful Hermione had made him do it early in the summer. Now he had nothing to worry about. He could spend all his time with her.
Unfortunately, classes were going to start in only a few weeks. So their free time would be limited. But until then, Harry gave all his attention to Hermione. She was important to him, not only as a girlfriend but as a best friend also.
****Two weeks later****
"Harry, did you pack yet?" Hermione yelled through the Burrow. She walked up the crooked steps to Ron's room that Harry had also set up as his own. Clothes were strewn about the room. One trunk sat open at the foot of the bed, but nothing was contained in it. The room was a disaster, and they were getting nowhere with packing.
"Harry Potter!" she yelled. "What in Merlin's name have you been doing all morning?". She walked over to the dark haired boy who sat on the bed looking like a deer in headlights.
"Uh oh mate" Ron sniggered at his best friend. "Someone's in trouble with the wife" he joked to them. He ducked at Hermione's friendly punch. "Okay okay, I can take hint" he laughed before opening the door and vacating the room.
"Harry, what am I going to do with you?" she asked him as she took inventory of the room. She was thinking of a plan of action. What to pack first?
"This" he answered. He swept her up in a simple kiss. It was short and sweet. They weren't that experienced yet. Hermione had strict values and morals. But his kisses could melt her heart.
"Hey you two!" a shrill voice called up the stairs. "Don't think I don't know what's going on! I'm a mother you know! Grab your trunks and get down here! It's almost time to leave" Molly called.
Harry froze. It's almost time to leave. 'Crap'. "Uhh, Hermione?"
"Oh shut up Harry and yes I will help you pack" she said rolling her eyes. 'This is Harry. This is wait-to-the-last-minute Harry. Something I guess I will just have to get used to' she reasoned to herself.
Harry and Hermione picked up the clothes to pack them. Harry tossed into piles, Hermione tried to organize. "Hermione, please just pack. We have to go now. We don't have time to fold" he said impatiently.
"Harry you can't be a slob like this. This is a mess". Each was just a little annoyed with the other.
Finally the trunk was packed. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny packed their trunks into the car the Ministry allowed them to use. It was another sunny day, and it was a quarter till eleven. They needed to move quickly to get to the train on time.
The car went as fast as it had ever been pushed. It squeezed through small cracks between traffic and invisibly through red lights. It went this way, it went that way, and time kept ticking down. Finally, they made it to King's Cross. Frantically the family pushed their trunks to the platform and all ran through one right after another. They had just made it. They were the last ones to board the train.
"Harry, I have to sit in the Head compartment" Hermione told him with a hint of disappointment in her voice. But just a small hint. She was still slightly annoyed with the whole packing situation. Harry nodded in understanding and proceeded onto the train with Ron and Ginny.
"Come back and sit with us later" he called back to her. She smiled. She really liked him. She continued on the train and noticed a compartment labeled "Head Boy and Girl Only". 'That's for me', she thought. 'Who could head boy be?' But deep down she already knew the answer to that. She was just hoping that she was wrong.
She entered the compartment. No one was there yet. She was alone. She sat down beside the window and looked out into the station. They were still stationary. 'They should be here already. We were almost late as it was' she pondered.
The golden compartment door slid open. She turned her head slowly and was upset when she saw him. Head Boy. He was right there. His golden hair shined in the sun, mostly due to the amount of gel that held it down. Silver eyes penetrated her own. He made eye contact and would not look away.
"How did you ever get to be Head Boy?" she wondered out loud.
"Save it Granger. Look, we don't have much to do together. We won't have to talk much. Now, I'm not a bad person. It should be obvious why I'm Head Boy. I'm brilliant, and I'm a model student. Let's just get through this" he sneered. He seated himself across from her. He hardly noticed her. She looked the same. Her bushy hair may have been tamed a little, but she had hardly changed. Her face looked a little older, but she was in no way gorgeous. She was just Hermione. Sweet and innocent. But of course that last thought didn't run through Draco's mind.
He made his comments to her. He was Draco Malfoy. How could he not call her a mudblood at least once every hour. Soon she tired of being around him. "I will be back later if anyone comes looking for me" she told him quickly as though she didn't really want to have to talk to him at all.
"Oh going to look for your loser boyfriend I presume?" he chided her. "Why you spend so much time with that dolt I will never understand. Although, takes one to know one I guess".
She looked at him and anger flashed through her soft brown eyes. An emotion such a sweet girl should never have showing on her face. "Just go" he muttered.
She took off. 'Just go?' she wondered to herself. No hateful remark there. Odd. Oh well. I don't really care right now. She slid open the door to Harry's compartment where he was seated beside Ron. Across from him was Ginny and Lavender. They were conversing avidly although Harry didn't seem too excited. He heard the door open and looked up. He smiled when he saw her.
"Hermione, come sit by me" he said to her. She sat down next to him. She laid her head on his shoulder. The shoulder that had always been there. The shoulder that always makes her feel better after a run in with Draco. The shoulder that caught the single tear that ran down her cheek as she thought of the prospect of being Head Girl alongside Draco Malfoy all year.
A/N: It seems very Harry/Hermione right now. But I promise it won't be. It will turn out, but I want to make it a good one. Please read and review!
Here is my third story. I got this idea from an email requesting I do something for Valentine's Day. Lot's of people posted ideas and this is the one I picked. Again it's Draco and Hermione. This one might be a little fluffy, but I hope you can deal with that. I will definitely try to add some plot in there somewhere.
Chapter 1
"Harry, don't lose me" Hermione whined. It was a bright sunny day and they were wandering about Diagon Alley together to buy books and such. The streets were extremely busy and the couple was having trouble staying together. Harry grabbed her small hand and led her into Flourish and Blotts.
"Sorry" he smiled to her as they were inside. The smile. Harry Potter's smile. It was famous. Her heart melted and she instantly forgave him. She intertwined his fingers into his and felt warmth spread through her hand. He leaned down and his lips softly brushed against hers.
They wandered through the old store, which of course, was still packed with people. They had gotten their books already, today was just a day out to have fun before their final year at Hogwarts had begun.
If it wasn't already obvious, Harry and Hermione had found some common ground with each other and became a couple at the end of their sixth year. It was still relatively new to each of them. For both, it was their first relationship.
"Harry look at this book!" Hermione shouted over her shoulder to the boy who couldn't care less about books. "Oh Harry, this looks so interesting". She didn't take her eyes off it. She opened it reading the first page. She scanned it over and over with that excited look in her eyes. "I think I am going to buy it. I have been saving up money for a while now" she reasoned. She seemed to be mostly talking to herself though.
Harry led her through the insane crowd to check out and leave the store. They approached the counter where a frazzled looking bald-headed man was waiting to take care of their purchase. "Is this all for ya?" he asked in a hopeful voice.
"Yeah" Hermione answered to his immense relief. "You look busy today".
"You don't even know the half of it" he muttered. "That will be 10 galleons" he told her. Hermione dug into the handbag she had been toting, but Harry was quicker. He pulled the money out of his pocket where it seemed to be burning a hole.
"What?" he smiled when she looked at him. "You deserve a present every now and then, just for being you". She smiled back at him. He was so good to her. She took her purchase from the man and said thank you before they turned and headed out into the crowd in the street.
"Ice cream?" he asked her. Of course her answer was yes. It couldn't get any better for her at this moment. She had a boyfriend that was also her best friend. She got to almost all her time with him. And he showered her with gifts.
As it was such a beautiful sunny day, they decided to eat their ice cream out doors. They sat on the patio of the ice cream parlor and licked their cones until nothing remained but the chocolate Harry had smeared on his nose. Hermione wiped it off with her napkin. It was picture perfect.
"Hermione, you have some chocolate on your face" he said to her looking like he was examining her closely.
"Oh, where" she asked panicky. She didn't want to look stupid in front of him.
"Right here" he replied as he leaned down and kissed her lips lightly. "Mmmm, it tastes sweet just like you".
"Harry Potter, you are so corny" she laughed at him. 'But I love the attention' she thought to herself.
The day passed by so quickly. The sun shined bright and there was not a cloud in the sky. Things were so easy. It was still summertime, and their homework was of course completed for the summer. Harry was grateful Hermione had made him do it early in the summer. Now he had nothing to worry about. He could spend all his time with her.
Unfortunately, classes were going to start in only a few weeks. So their free time would be limited. But until then, Harry gave all his attention to Hermione. She was important to him, not only as a girlfriend but as a best friend also.
****Two weeks later****
"Harry, did you pack yet?" Hermione yelled through the Burrow. She walked up the crooked steps to Ron's room that Harry had also set up as his own. Clothes were strewn about the room. One trunk sat open at the foot of the bed, but nothing was contained in it. The room was a disaster, and they were getting nowhere with packing.
"Harry Potter!" she yelled. "What in Merlin's name have you been doing all morning?". She walked over to the dark haired boy who sat on the bed looking like a deer in headlights.
"Uh oh mate" Ron sniggered at his best friend. "Someone's in trouble with the wife" he joked to them. He ducked at Hermione's friendly punch. "Okay okay, I can take hint" he laughed before opening the door and vacating the room.
"Harry, what am I going to do with you?" she asked him as she took inventory of the room. She was thinking of a plan of action. What to pack first?
"This" he answered. He swept her up in a simple kiss. It was short and sweet. They weren't that experienced yet. Hermione had strict values and morals. But his kisses could melt her heart.
"Hey you two!" a shrill voice called up the stairs. "Don't think I don't know what's going on! I'm a mother you know! Grab your trunks and get down here! It's almost time to leave" Molly called.
Harry froze. It's almost time to leave. 'Crap'. "Uhh, Hermione?"
"Oh shut up Harry and yes I will help you pack" she said rolling her eyes. 'This is Harry. This is wait-to-the-last-minute Harry. Something I guess I will just have to get used to' she reasoned to herself.
Harry and Hermione picked up the clothes to pack them. Harry tossed into piles, Hermione tried to organize. "Hermione, please just pack. We have to go now. We don't have time to fold" he said impatiently.
"Harry you can't be a slob like this. This is a mess". Each was just a little annoyed with the other.
Finally the trunk was packed. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny packed their trunks into the car the Ministry allowed them to use. It was another sunny day, and it was a quarter till eleven. They needed to move quickly to get to the train on time.
The car went as fast as it had ever been pushed. It squeezed through small cracks between traffic and invisibly through red lights. It went this way, it went that way, and time kept ticking down. Finally, they made it to King's Cross. Frantically the family pushed their trunks to the platform and all ran through one right after another. They had just made it. They were the last ones to board the train.
"Harry, I have to sit in the Head compartment" Hermione told him with a hint of disappointment in her voice. But just a small hint. She was still slightly annoyed with the whole packing situation. Harry nodded in understanding and proceeded onto the train with Ron and Ginny.
"Come back and sit with us later" he called back to her. She smiled. She really liked him. She continued on the train and noticed a compartment labeled "Head Boy and Girl Only". 'That's for me', she thought. 'Who could head boy be?' But deep down she already knew the answer to that. She was just hoping that she was wrong.
She entered the compartment. No one was there yet. She was alone. She sat down beside the window and looked out into the station. They were still stationary. 'They should be here already. We were almost late as it was' she pondered.
The golden compartment door slid open. She turned her head slowly and was upset when she saw him. Head Boy. He was right there. His golden hair shined in the sun, mostly due to the amount of gel that held it down. Silver eyes penetrated her own. He made eye contact and would not look away.
"How did you ever get to be Head Boy?" she wondered out loud.
"Save it Granger. Look, we don't have much to do together. We won't have to talk much. Now, I'm not a bad person. It should be obvious why I'm Head Boy. I'm brilliant, and I'm a model student. Let's just get through this" he sneered. He seated himself across from her. He hardly noticed her. She looked the same. Her bushy hair may have been tamed a little, but she had hardly changed. Her face looked a little older, but she was in no way gorgeous. She was just Hermione. Sweet and innocent. But of course that last thought didn't run through Draco's mind.
He made his comments to her. He was Draco Malfoy. How could he not call her a mudblood at least once every hour. Soon she tired of being around him. "I will be back later if anyone comes looking for me" she told him quickly as though she didn't really want to have to talk to him at all.
"Oh going to look for your loser boyfriend I presume?" he chided her. "Why you spend so much time with that dolt I will never understand. Although, takes one to know one I guess".
She looked at him and anger flashed through her soft brown eyes. An emotion such a sweet girl should never have showing on her face. "Just go" he muttered.
She took off. 'Just go?' she wondered to herself. No hateful remark there. Odd. Oh well. I don't really care right now. She slid open the door to Harry's compartment where he was seated beside Ron. Across from him was Ginny and Lavender. They were conversing avidly although Harry didn't seem too excited. He heard the door open and looked up. He smiled when he saw her.
"Hermione, come sit by me" he said to her. She sat down next to him. She laid her head on his shoulder. The shoulder that had always been there. The shoulder that always makes her feel better after a run in with Draco. The shoulder that caught the single tear that ran down her cheek as she thought of the prospect of being Head Girl alongside Draco Malfoy all year.
A/N: It seems very Harry/Hermione right now. But I promise it won't be. It will turn out, but I want to make it a good one. Please read and review!