1Christmas present

by: sera lunaria

disclaimer: I don't own harry potter so don't sue.

Chapter 1: DAMN YOU!!!

NEWTS mid-term finals were the worst. But just thinking that the MID-TERMS were bad made harry groan in frustration. They were at their last test of the day on the last day before Christmas break. And it was a well deserved break. Taking advanced classes this year, their 6th was not what he had expected it to be. He was now wishing he had also called upon his broom last year and flow away with George and Fred.

Oh how he wished he could be doing something other than writing down how many uses dung beetle shell have, for his potions test. He hated , despised, cursed the day he ever walked into a potions class. It was a vile and cruel thing to put him through, yet last year he had gotten an 'OUTSTANDING' on his OWLS.

He now gagged on the day he studied so hard. Yes, he did want to become an auror... but not with the prospect of being potions class and in the advanced class too. It was horrible indeed. He needed to breathe in the fresh new air. Yet, in the dungeon all that filled his nostrils were the smell of crushed dung beetles and bubbling cauldrons of a putrid smell. He scribbled the last of his test essay and look up dropping his quill. He looked around to see how the others were fairing.

He then spotted his friend Ron two chair in front of him and three chairs to the right. Ron... looked miserable, he himself had scraped an outstanding but had been aching the whole start of term trying to keep up his little fluke. His face was red and his hands were pale. He looked deathly sick. Harry felt very sorry for him. He looked over to his left and three chairs away, Hermione.

Her face was a bit flustered but her hand glided over the foot long parchment as if it were made of water. Her quill scribbled so fast across he thought she was some sort of muggle machine. Her eyes looked up for a second towards Snape and the professor proctoring the exam. Of course the pressure will be twice as worse in June but she looked afraid of even getting an 'exceeds expectations'. She looked back down at her parchment and continued to write. Harry had never seen really write or look so serene as she wrote. Her face of fear had left her as she neared the end of the parchment. Harry's eyes traveled to her lips, which at the moment where reciting what she had written and ever so slightly paused once in a while and stayed just a bit open. Her plump lips twisted into a soft grin and then she bit her bottom lip as she continued to write more and more.

Her hands glided again. Back and forth over the page, it seemed as if the cycle would never end. Her lips again where twisting and turning, opening and closing. Pursed for a second or two and then reopened for release of her silent words. Her eyes glittered softly in the torched dungeons. Her hair fell in soft curls about her back. Luna had made a tiny braid in her hair and added a small snitch ornament on the end of it. Harry felt the urge to pick it from her hair and twist the braid between his fingers as she looked at him. He would then smile softly and take the snitch off. She would protest saying that the snitch was enchanted and would fly away but he wouldnt care. Her protests would fall into the darkness of the surroundings and he would only look at her. He would then unbraid her hair, slip it into a soft loop and cup her face in his hands. She would look at him as if she wanted to say something. He would only smile. He would then lean down (as he was sitting on her desk) and-

" Mr. POTTER" the voice rang through the dungeon. Harry fell out of his dream state and looked up at Snape. "um.. Yes professor?" he asked innocently, becoming a bit red in the face. He hoped to god he wasnt staring at hermione for as long as he thought he was. Snape was a bit red in the face to , but for a different reason. This reason would be called anger. "I have called you up her for the thrid time" snape sneered. Harry jumped up and walked up to him, Snape took him by the shoulder and lead him out of the room. "Sorry professor I wasnt exactly awake" harry said softly. "I can see potter. One more time I catch you dozing off and staring at soemone like that again I'll give you detention, do you understand me potter?" Snape grinned softly.

He had become a bit more leniant towards Harry after sirius died last year. Harry was grateful but that didnt change the fact that they disliked each other. "yes professor, may I go back in?" harry asked. "the test is done" snape said snappishly and whipped around and walked into his classroom, where he promptly slammed the door in harry's face. Harry turned around and met the eyes of his two best friends.

" bloody hell you guys almost gave me a heart attack!" harry said clutching his chest . His eyes wandered from the floor to Hermione's chest to the floor again. As he bagan to feel uncomfortable he straightened up and thanked the lord he wore cloaks in school. " harry, what was all that about?" Hermione said with anger dripping form each syllable. "um.. I must have dozed off" harry said softly. "mate, you have it bad?" ron said softly slapping harry in the shoulder and leaving his hand there. "have what bad?" harry asked quickly, hopefully it wasn't what he was thinking. " sleep depravation, all of us have it, but you were the first to bite the bullet, and in potions too" ron said rolling his eyes and looking down the corridor as they walked to the common room. " you're lucky he's being nice to you, if not you would have had a lot of trouble getting back into potions after a stunt like that!" Hermione exclaimed.

She paused and smiled, he had finally looked up at her, and now he was wishing he didn't. That fucking snitch was pulling her braid softly off of her shoulder and kept getting pulled down by the weight of her hair towards the low cut shirt she was wearing. It was dress down day for them as they were going to hogsmeade today. Potions was in the early morning. Now the snitch had calmed down and stopped fighting and her hair was laying softly on her cleavage, and what a generous amount it was. Harry reacted quickly, in two ways. He first wrapped his cloak a bit tighter around him. "a bit chilliy isnt it?" he asked them. Ron and hermione looked at each other and looked back at him and gave him a 'what?' look. "Never mind, lets go get are stuff so we can go to the village" harry said quickly and took the lead towards the common room.

" I'll be down in a few minutes" harry said running up the stairs. Why had he been thinking about her like that. Eys she was an attractive girl, anyone would say so, as her curves grew in. Harry had always seen her as just another girl, but more like his best friend who was a girl. She was there whenevr he needed her, and he was there for her too. But why was he having fantasies about her? He couldnt understand. She had obviously no feelings for him.

As she would stay closer to ron nowadays. He knew they had broken up last year but still... she looked as if she were going to try again with ron. Harry ran to the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. He took off his cloak and looked down. "damn you, you are the stupidest thing in the world! Why couldnt you have brought this up like two years ago? No you had to do it today. You stupid thing!" harry growled. He looked back at the mirror. "scourify" he said pointing his wand at himself. Within instants he was bathed and ready to go. He looked down once more, "you bastard, don't you dare spring another surprise on me when we're in the village!" he growled at himself. With that he ran down the stairs to the common room.

End chapter 1