Disclaimer: we all know that I'm not jk rowling. Never will be, don't own
her characters. I own the storyline. And maybe a few of my own characters,
later, if I can think of a way to introduce some. That's all.
AN: I've tried (please send me your views) to write a slightly less serious one, I'm not that good at writing humourous stories, so I won't try and pass this one off as one. This one was written at about 1 in the morning cos I couldn't sleep, notice my sense of humour coming through in the first sentence, haha!
Chapter One: A Sleepless Night
It's one o'clock in the morning. I'm lying here in total darkness. I'm the only one who's still awake, I can hear the rest of my dormitories deep breathing. I can't sleep, haven't been able to for days. For weeks.
I know why. I tell myself that I don't, push it to the back of my mind, but I can't keep fooling myself. There's a word for that, probably a muggle one; it's called denial.
The reason that I'm so reluctant to admit it is that I'm ashamed- well, not exactly, you can't be ashamed of someone and fancy them at the same time, but, I'm scared. Of what other people think. It's unheard of for a Griffindor to fancy a Slytherin after all.
That's why I haven't told anyone, not even my best friends. That's why I'm harbouring my 'dark' secret, even keeping the truth from myself.
*
"Hey Hermione. Sleep badly?" Ron greeted me the next morning. I gave him a half hearted smile then sat down at the Griffindor dining table, between Harry and Neville.
"Yes, a bit. Hi Harry, Neville." I grabbed a slice of toast and buttered it distractedly. Ron looked at me with concern.
"You ok?" he asked, brushing my hand with his. I looked up and nodded, then pointed to my mouth to indicate that it was still full. I swallowed.
"Uh-huh. Just a bit worried about our NEWT's, that's all."
"Hermione, they're not for another six months. How can you of all people be worried about that?" Harry interrupted, looking at me in confusion. "And if you're not worried about them, then what are you worried about, because there's definitely something wrong?"
"I told you, if you don't believe me, then that's your problem." I snapped, throwing down my piece of toast. I picked up my bag and stalked out of the dining hall.
Walking down the corridor I banged into the last person I could possibly want to at the moment. Malfoy.
"Hey! Watch it Granger." He muttered furiously, bending to pick up his bag, which had fallen onto the floor, along with a few of his books.
"No! You watch it, you stupid, little ars-" I stopped as he glanced down at me in surprise. I looked at my feet, then back up into his eyes. Then I turned around, and ran.
Well, waddya think, please review with critism, suggestions or corrections.
AN: I've tried (please send me your views) to write a slightly less serious one, I'm not that good at writing humourous stories, so I won't try and pass this one off as one. This one was written at about 1 in the morning cos I couldn't sleep, notice my sense of humour coming through in the first sentence, haha!
Chapter One: A Sleepless Night
It's one o'clock in the morning. I'm lying here in total darkness. I'm the only one who's still awake, I can hear the rest of my dormitories deep breathing. I can't sleep, haven't been able to for days. For weeks.
I know why. I tell myself that I don't, push it to the back of my mind, but I can't keep fooling myself. There's a word for that, probably a muggle one; it's called denial.
The reason that I'm so reluctant to admit it is that I'm ashamed- well, not exactly, you can't be ashamed of someone and fancy them at the same time, but, I'm scared. Of what other people think. It's unheard of for a Griffindor to fancy a Slytherin after all.
That's why I haven't told anyone, not even my best friends. That's why I'm harbouring my 'dark' secret, even keeping the truth from myself.
*
"Hey Hermione. Sleep badly?" Ron greeted me the next morning. I gave him a half hearted smile then sat down at the Griffindor dining table, between Harry and Neville.
"Yes, a bit. Hi Harry, Neville." I grabbed a slice of toast and buttered it distractedly. Ron looked at me with concern.
"You ok?" he asked, brushing my hand with his. I looked up and nodded, then pointed to my mouth to indicate that it was still full. I swallowed.
"Uh-huh. Just a bit worried about our NEWT's, that's all."
"Hermione, they're not for another six months. How can you of all people be worried about that?" Harry interrupted, looking at me in confusion. "And if you're not worried about them, then what are you worried about, because there's definitely something wrong?"
"I told you, if you don't believe me, then that's your problem." I snapped, throwing down my piece of toast. I picked up my bag and stalked out of the dining hall.
Walking down the corridor I banged into the last person I could possibly want to at the moment. Malfoy.
"Hey! Watch it Granger." He muttered furiously, bending to pick up his bag, which had fallen onto the floor, along with a few of his books.
"No! You watch it, you stupid, little ars-" I stopped as he glanced down at me in surprise. I looked at my feet, then back up into his eyes. Then I turned around, and ran.
Well, waddya think, please review with critism, suggestions or corrections.