Disclaimer: In the middle of the story a *~*~* means an add in or a time
laps or jump in time. I do not own any of the characters in this story, or
the name of the house's or the school.
Author's Note: This is my first fantasy story so please bare with me. If you have any comments to the story or you can help add to the story please feel free to let me know what I can do. I am always open to new ideas. The story starts in the middle of their 7th year of school.
Chapter 1
Harry and Hermione were sitting in the Gryffindor common room. They were sitting in their normal chairs by the fire. They were doing their homework that was given out for that day. Hermione was just checking some of Harry's homework that he had done. She has always done this since their first year at Hogwarts. Then out of the blue Hermione asked Harry if he had a girlfriend? Harry sat in his chair stunned. He didn't know how to answer her question. Because he has never had a girlfriend. He didn't know how Hermione would take it. Would she think that he didn't like girls but instead he liked boys? That wasn't the case at all. He liked Hermione, but he was afraid to tell her that. He has liked her since the first time they had met. So he sat there in his chair not moving an inch afraid if he did so she would say something. But Hermione did say something anyway. She asked him again because he didn't answer her the first time. So he decided to say something, but what? He looked at her then he looked around the room to see if anyone had come back down to the common room, but no one was there but him and her. So then he deicide that he would say "He does not have a girlfriend at this time." He didn't know what else to say so he said, "good night" and went to bed. The Next morning Harry bumped into Hermione going to breakfast. They both had turned a little red in the face. Harry didn't know why she did so, but he knew exactly why he did. Harry liked Hermione a lot but didn't know how to tell her, and if he did tell her would she feel the same way for him as he feels about her? Later that day he had some free time, between classes, so, he decided to go up to his room in the Gryffindor tower. He paced the room for what felt like an hour, but in reality it was only a few minutes. He then decided to write to his godfather, Sirius Black. So he went to his trunk and took out some parchment paper and his new quill and new colored ink that was the color of his eyes, emerald-green.
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He always picked up a different color ink to write his letters every year since the 4th year, when he met his godfather who is also known as Padfoot. But his favorite ink was one that changed color when you wrote with it. He liked to pick up new colors so he didn't have to have the same color every year. He also liked having new colors because it brightened his day when he got to take it out to write to his godfather. He always had to use just plain black ink in class all day.
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He started to write a letter to Padfoot for advice on what to do or say about how he felt about Hermione and what she had asked him. So this is what he wrote: Dear Padfoot,
How are you doing? This is the hardest year that I have had to face so far, not only for school but also for how I feel for Hermione. She asked me the other night if I have a girlfriend? And I don't have one at this time and that is what I told her. But she had this weird look on her face that I didn't understand. I don't know how to explain the look to you. I don't know what I should do? Can you give me some advice, like what should I do? Should I tell her how I fell? I better give this letter to Hedwig. I have to get to class now. Harry Potter
Please rate this story for me.
Gryffindortaz
Author's Note: This is my first fantasy story so please bare with me. If you have any comments to the story or you can help add to the story please feel free to let me know what I can do. I am always open to new ideas. The story starts in the middle of their 7th year of school.
Chapter 1
Harry and Hermione were sitting in the Gryffindor common room. They were sitting in their normal chairs by the fire. They were doing their homework that was given out for that day. Hermione was just checking some of Harry's homework that he had done. She has always done this since their first year at Hogwarts. Then out of the blue Hermione asked Harry if he had a girlfriend? Harry sat in his chair stunned. He didn't know how to answer her question. Because he has never had a girlfriend. He didn't know how Hermione would take it. Would she think that he didn't like girls but instead he liked boys? That wasn't the case at all. He liked Hermione, but he was afraid to tell her that. He has liked her since the first time they had met. So he sat there in his chair not moving an inch afraid if he did so she would say something. But Hermione did say something anyway. She asked him again because he didn't answer her the first time. So he decided to say something, but what? He looked at her then he looked around the room to see if anyone had come back down to the common room, but no one was there but him and her. So then he deicide that he would say "He does not have a girlfriend at this time." He didn't know what else to say so he said, "good night" and went to bed. The Next morning Harry bumped into Hermione going to breakfast. They both had turned a little red in the face. Harry didn't know why she did so, but he knew exactly why he did. Harry liked Hermione a lot but didn't know how to tell her, and if he did tell her would she feel the same way for him as he feels about her? Later that day he had some free time, between classes, so, he decided to go up to his room in the Gryffindor tower. He paced the room for what felt like an hour, but in reality it was only a few minutes. He then decided to write to his godfather, Sirius Black. So he went to his trunk and took out some parchment paper and his new quill and new colored ink that was the color of his eyes, emerald-green.
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He always picked up a different color ink to write his letters every year since the 4th year, when he met his godfather who is also known as Padfoot. But his favorite ink was one that changed color when you wrote with it. He liked to pick up new colors so he didn't have to have the same color every year. He also liked having new colors because it brightened his day when he got to take it out to write to his godfather. He always had to use just plain black ink in class all day.
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He started to write a letter to Padfoot for advice on what to do or say about how he felt about Hermione and what she had asked him. So this is what he wrote: Dear Padfoot,
How are you doing? This is the hardest year that I have had to face so far, not only for school but also for how I feel for Hermione. She asked me the other night if I have a girlfriend? And I don't have one at this time and that is what I told her. But she had this weird look on her face that I didn't understand. I don't know how to explain the look to you. I don't know what I should do? Can you give me some advice, like what should I do? Should I tell her how I fell? I better give this letter to Hedwig. I have to get to class now. Harry Potter
Please rate this story for me.
Gryffindortaz