It's an Awkward Love- Yr. 5
Chapter 1- A New Day Has Come
Is this love, when you betray your friends for another? Is this love when you spend more time with another whom you never were friends with instead of your best friends? Is it love when the person you love acts different in public then in private? Is it love when you feel a strange feeling when you are with the person you think you love and around your friends? Is it love when you won't allow the person to come even a cm upon your lips? No, it is not true love yet it's an Awkward Love.
Harry Potter, the boy who lived, was leaving the train station heading off with his aunt, uncle, and big whale of a cousin. The Dursleys were all apprehensive by meeting 'his kind. They though those of magical blood were strange, well of course Harry Potter was no ordinary boy.
The boy was a wizard, and attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He hates the summer and loves the school year, quite obvious isn't it. I mean seriously there probably isn't any family as crude as the Dursleys. They kept him for eleven years in a cupboard until the fateful day he received the letter inviting him to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Most of all and special about him, was the scar hidden behind his utterly bungled hair. The scar was the mark Voldemort had given him the night that turned to his downfall. The downfall of the dark arts, yet this time Harry had done something further then downfall Voldemort, he helped him return to power. Not intentionally of course. The tri-wizards cup was a portkey that took him and Cedric there. He was only a 14 year old and had the guilt and burden of death over his back. Everyone said it wasn't his fault, yet inside he felt it was.
Even though his jet-black hair covered most of his forehead, his emerald green eyes shot out underneath his black hair. Most of his appearance had changed but he was the same old Harry. He had a couple of muscles here and there, which the Dursleys and Oliver wood were able to receive thanks for.
Harry was about to get out the doors when a feminine voice called him. " Harry, wait up", a girl that Harry wasn't able to recognize because of the mass of remaining students exiting the station. The muggle guards glanced suspiciously at such a number but were too lazy to inspect, so they just sat there eyeing each child as he, or she passed.
Harry turned towards the Dursleys, " Could you all take my stuff to your car, I will meet you there", they didn't budge and to Harry's surprise, Dudley's mouth was open.
" Hello Harry, this must be the Dursleys. I am Hermione Granger, one of Harry's closest friends", Hermione said and emphasized on the word closest.
Harry blushed a little as she said that. He noticed that Dudley was just staring at her, his eyes slightly bulging, his mouth open with his tongue hanging out.
Hermione had to sustain the mad desire to laugh.
Harry placed an arm around Hermione's shoulders and whispered in her ear, " How long do you think he will stare at you?"
Hermione whispered back into his ear, " I hope not for long, but it looks like he won't budge."
It was Harry's turn to laugh.
When they both looked back at Dudley, he was glowering mostly at Harry.
" Hermione is there something you wanted to tell me?" Harry asked, while pushing a strand of hair out of her face and taking her hand. He walked over to a bench and they both started to talk about school.
" Harry how do you feel about what just happened? Whatever you do, don't feel guilty or ashamed", Hermione said raising his chin with her hand while looking into his eyes.
" A new day has come", Hermione continued. " You can't live on the past, you must continue building the future. Harry please try to understand you must continue to live in happiness not moping because of some past", she spoke in a voice full of compassion.
Harry understood what she said and nodded. He helped Hermione up.
They were in the parking lot when they were about to head in different directions, when Hermione hugged him and was about to kiss him on the cheek, when somebody called his name from behind him, he turned causing Hermione's lips instead of coming in contact with his cheek, came in contact with his lips. A spark of warmth flooded through him in that mere second of kiss.
Hermione had pulled away, muttering, " Sorry Harry.didn't mean to." She walked away with her hand touching her lips as if she was to savor the moment and feeling.
Harry was frozen there as he just felt a warm feeling when Hermione kissed his lips. He turned around remembering that someone was calling his name and witnessed it all. He began to blush furiously when the person turned out to be Cho.
" Hi Harry!" Cho said rather unenthusiastically.
" Hi Cho", Harry responded. His stomach turned to knots and guilt filled him about Cedric's death yet he remembered Hermione's words and the feeling was gone.
" Oh I was wondering if you would like to come to a party I am going to have at the Grand Villa Hotel in London. It's two weeks from today, there will be dance, swimming and other things. I have invited the whole school. However, you have to come with a date, or a friend", she added looking up to the sky waiting for a reply.
Harry was kind of depressed now. He had to find a date, or a friend! 'That's it' he thought. ' I could take Hermione with me' he wondered.
" All right Cho I will let you know.. by the way what is you address?" Harry asked.
" Oh um", Cho blushed she was expecting Harry to ask her. After all she was the most popular girl in school and he was smitten by her looks. " 12 Warrington Lane , London, England- you know I am going to send invitations. So you can just reply that way. So."
" Hmm?" Harry looked up from the parchment.
" Who are you going to take to the dance . I mean party?" Cho asked mischievously a smirk across her face.
" Oh I was thinking about taking Hermione, since we're friends", he said and he spotted Uncle Vernon in his sporty business car.
" Bye Cho", Harry said. He said and got into the car with the Dursleys. They drove off for another horrible summer. Harry sighed, then grinned it wouldn't be 'too' horrible. " A new day has come". He said to himself and rested his head on the back seat.
Back in the parking lot Cho stood an evil smile curling up at the edge of her lips.
" Potter you wait just you wait. Even if you do come with that mudblood the dark lord will still get you", she smirked and walked away.
A gust of wind blew in the air. Two young girls were shaking like mad at what they just heard, and not all from the cold. The young girls at the age of thirteen sat down by the tree deep in thought about what they heard. One of the girls named Nadine and the other Jena. Both finished their third year at Hogwarts. There was a young boy round the same age, his name Aaron. The three were silent for a while no one spoke.
" We better leave and get to our parents, we all will go to that party and keep in touch over the summer- we will have to watch Harry throughout the year", Aaron said.
The other two girls nodded apprehensively. They left and got with their parents after they said goodbye.
Hermione entered her warm and cozy house her thoughts flooding about the kiss, that she had shared with Harry. She went up to her room and went to her desk. She opened her diary, which was entitled 'My true Love'. A book she started when she met..oh well she really didn't start it when she met him, but she entitled it for him. She wrote the days events and the date and signed her signature at the bottom of the page. Hermione was sitting in her room, closed the door, and murmured to herself, "A new day has come." She fell asleep. Her dreams were focused on one person that she admired, the boy whose lips touched hers in the past hour. Harry Potter, the boy who lived. What she didn't know was that if he'd love her in return.
Chapter 1- A New Day Has Come
Is this love, when you betray your friends for another? Is this love when you spend more time with another whom you never were friends with instead of your best friends? Is it love when the person you love acts different in public then in private? Is it love when you feel a strange feeling when you are with the person you think you love and around your friends? Is it love when you won't allow the person to come even a cm upon your lips? No, it is not true love yet it's an Awkward Love.
Harry Potter, the boy who lived, was leaving the train station heading off with his aunt, uncle, and big whale of a cousin. The Dursleys were all apprehensive by meeting 'his kind. They though those of magical blood were strange, well of course Harry Potter was no ordinary boy.
The boy was a wizard, and attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He hates the summer and loves the school year, quite obvious isn't it. I mean seriously there probably isn't any family as crude as the Dursleys. They kept him for eleven years in a cupboard until the fateful day he received the letter inviting him to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Most of all and special about him, was the scar hidden behind his utterly bungled hair. The scar was the mark Voldemort had given him the night that turned to his downfall. The downfall of the dark arts, yet this time Harry had done something further then downfall Voldemort, he helped him return to power. Not intentionally of course. The tri-wizards cup was a portkey that took him and Cedric there. He was only a 14 year old and had the guilt and burden of death over his back. Everyone said it wasn't his fault, yet inside he felt it was.
Even though his jet-black hair covered most of his forehead, his emerald green eyes shot out underneath his black hair. Most of his appearance had changed but he was the same old Harry. He had a couple of muscles here and there, which the Dursleys and Oliver wood were able to receive thanks for.
Harry was about to get out the doors when a feminine voice called him. " Harry, wait up", a girl that Harry wasn't able to recognize because of the mass of remaining students exiting the station. The muggle guards glanced suspiciously at such a number but were too lazy to inspect, so they just sat there eyeing each child as he, or she passed.
Harry turned towards the Dursleys, " Could you all take my stuff to your car, I will meet you there", they didn't budge and to Harry's surprise, Dudley's mouth was open.
" Hello Harry, this must be the Dursleys. I am Hermione Granger, one of Harry's closest friends", Hermione said and emphasized on the word closest.
Harry blushed a little as she said that. He noticed that Dudley was just staring at her, his eyes slightly bulging, his mouth open with his tongue hanging out.
Hermione had to sustain the mad desire to laugh.
Harry placed an arm around Hermione's shoulders and whispered in her ear, " How long do you think he will stare at you?"
Hermione whispered back into his ear, " I hope not for long, but it looks like he won't budge."
It was Harry's turn to laugh.
When they both looked back at Dudley, he was glowering mostly at Harry.
" Hermione is there something you wanted to tell me?" Harry asked, while pushing a strand of hair out of her face and taking her hand. He walked over to a bench and they both started to talk about school.
" Harry how do you feel about what just happened? Whatever you do, don't feel guilty or ashamed", Hermione said raising his chin with her hand while looking into his eyes.
" A new day has come", Hermione continued. " You can't live on the past, you must continue building the future. Harry please try to understand you must continue to live in happiness not moping because of some past", she spoke in a voice full of compassion.
Harry understood what she said and nodded. He helped Hermione up.
They were in the parking lot when they were about to head in different directions, when Hermione hugged him and was about to kiss him on the cheek, when somebody called his name from behind him, he turned causing Hermione's lips instead of coming in contact with his cheek, came in contact with his lips. A spark of warmth flooded through him in that mere second of kiss.
Hermione had pulled away, muttering, " Sorry Harry.didn't mean to." She walked away with her hand touching her lips as if she was to savor the moment and feeling.
Harry was frozen there as he just felt a warm feeling when Hermione kissed his lips. He turned around remembering that someone was calling his name and witnessed it all. He began to blush furiously when the person turned out to be Cho.
" Hi Harry!" Cho said rather unenthusiastically.
" Hi Cho", Harry responded. His stomach turned to knots and guilt filled him about Cedric's death yet he remembered Hermione's words and the feeling was gone.
" Oh I was wondering if you would like to come to a party I am going to have at the Grand Villa Hotel in London. It's two weeks from today, there will be dance, swimming and other things. I have invited the whole school. However, you have to come with a date, or a friend", she added looking up to the sky waiting for a reply.
Harry was kind of depressed now. He had to find a date, or a friend! 'That's it' he thought. ' I could take Hermione with me' he wondered.
" All right Cho I will let you know.. by the way what is you address?" Harry asked.
" Oh um", Cho blushed she was expecting Harry to ask her. After all she was the most popular girl in school and he was smitten by her looks. " 12 Warrington Lane , London, England- you know I am going to send invitations. So you can just reply that way. So."
" Hmm?" Harry looked up from the parchment.
" Who are you going to take to the dance . I mean party?" Cho asked mischievously a smirk across her face.
" Oh I was thinking about taking Hermione, since we're friends", he said and he spotted Uncle Vernon in his sporty business car.
" Bye Cho", Harry said. He said and got into the car with the Dursleys. They drove off for another horrible summer. Harry sighed, then grinned it wouldn't be 'too' horrible. " A new day has come". He said to himself and rested his head on the back seat.
Back in the parking lot Cho stood an evil smile curling up at the edge of her lips.
" Potter you wait just you wait. Even if you do come with that mudblood the dark lord will still get you", she smirked and walked away.
A gust of wind blew in the air. Two young girls were shaking like mad at what they just heard, and not all from the cold. The young girls at the age of thirteen sat down by the tree deep in thought about what they heard. One of the girls named Nadine and the other Jena. Both finished their third year at Hogwarts. There was a young boy round the same age, his name Aaron. The three were silent for a while no one spoke.
" We better leave and get to our parents, we all will go to that party and keep in touch over the summer- we will have to watch Harry throughout the year", Aaron said.
The other two girls nodded apprehensively. They left and got with their parents after they said goodbye.
Hermione entered her warm and cozy house her thoughts flooding about the kiss, that she had shared with Harry. She went up to her room and went to her desk. She opened her diary, which was entitled 'My true Love'. A book she started when she met..oh well she really didn't start it when she met him, but she entitled it for him. She wrote the days events and the date and signed her signature at the bottom of the page. Hermione was sitting in her room, closed the door, and murmured to herself, "A new day has come." She fell asleep. Her dreams were focused on one person that she admired, the boy whose lips touched hers in the past hour. Harry Potter, the boy who lived. What she didn't know was that if he'd love her in return.