Disclaimer: Everyone in this story you know from the HP-books, belongs to J.K. Rowling
(You don't have to know them personally, though...)
If I'm ever man (or better women, or better girl...) enough to invent my own charakter, well, then he's MINE :)
But the rest... nope, sir... all J.K.'s
'Hope you enjoy reading it...
This story is one about Hermione and a Weasley... she is in her sixth year and he's in his seventh... let's just assume he failed in his 'first' seventh because of ... ehm... Potions and History of Magic... so now, you should have figured out who 'the Weasley' is... if not, just read... if you have, just read anyway :)
And I really appreciate reviews... it motivates me to go on!!
So, r&r pleaz... as most people here on the ff.net say.... I'll just say, please read, and if you like it (or not) review :)
Thank you all!!
Yours FaerieGirl (Author of this story...duh *g*)
**Unexpected Feelings**
**Chapter 1 - Summer's end**
When Hermione woke on a fine summer's day morning, the first thing she saw, was the date on her alarm clock: 6th September - today she would be meeting Ron and Harry in Diagon Alley to buy their school suplies.
Afterwards they would be spending the night at the Leaky Cauldron and take the Hogwarts Express back to school the next day.
She couldn't wait to get back to Hogwarts.
It would be her 6th year, and then it would only be one more year till she would be a fully qualified witch...
And due to the final extermination of Lord Voldemort in her 5th year, there would hopefully be no difficulties at all.
Or so she thought...
* * * * * * * * * * * *
But now she had to get ready.
Today she wore her normal muggle chlothes, since she wouldn't be going back to school, yet at least.
Normal, that meant a tight top which said 'Hot Girl', her darkblue bell-bottom jeans a little make-up and her O'neill sneakers.
She was a bookworm, but that really didn't mean she had to be ugly or something similar.
And it really was a shame she wasn't allowed to wear muggle chlothes in Hogwarts... because in contrast to the dull, black Hogwart's robes, these clothes suited her pretty well.
And when I say 'suited well', I mean 'suited REALLY well'...
Over the summer she had really changed... just small changes, but anyway they made quite a difference.
Her skin had finally met some sunrays, now being a nice, warm brown-tone.
She had grown quite a few centimeters and developed curves in just the right places...
Not EXTREM curves, like Lavender or Parvati, but, well... nice.
The only thing that remained the same, was her hair.
It was still the same, bushy, untamable, frizzy brown hair.
For her, it had somehow became a 'trademark'. Her trademark.
She would never do anything to it, like trying to straighten it...
And, you know, somehow it fitted to her face with the curved mouth and the little freckles, that had sprouted over the summer holidays.
It gave her a kind of 'cute thwat'. Or 'cute toutch'... which way you prefer...
So, now she threw it (her hair) into a messy bun, which had become her standard hairstyle, if you could call it that, and headed down the stairs into the kitchen, where her parents were sitting and eating their breakfasts calmly whlie reading the newspaper.
"Mum, Dad, I'm ready... come on, hurry up!" she said, unpatiently.
Her parents wanted her to sit down and eat something as well, but she just couldn't, she was too excited. (She felt like a small, helpless schoolgirl... but nevermind: she is one, hehe...)
You know that feeling, when you are hungry, but you know, if you eat something you'll throw up... well, that was her feeling right then.
So, her parents just shook their heads and continued eating, although in a faster pace.
When they had finished, Hermione felt like hours had already passed... (actually it was about 5 minutes, but nevermind)
Finally, they were ready themselves and the threesome got up and went to the Granger's car.
(You don't have to know them personally, though...)
If I'm ever man (or better women, or better girl...) enough to invent my own charakter, well, then he's MINE :)
But the rest... nope, sir... all J.K.'s
'Hope you enjoy reading it...
This story is one about Hermione and a Weasley... she is in her sixth year and he's in his seventh... let's just assume he failed in his 'first' seventh because of ... ehm... Potions and History of Magic... so now, you should have figured out who 'the Weasley' is... if not, just read... if you have, just read anyway :)
And I really appreciate reviews... it motivates me to go on!!
So, r&r pleaz... as most people here on the ff.net say.... I'll just say, please read, and if you like it (or not) review :)
Thank you all!!
Yours FaerieGirl (Author of this story...duh *g*)
**Unexpected Feelings**
**Chapter 1 - Summer's end**
When Hermione woke on a fine summer's day morning, the first thing she saw, was the date on her alarm clock: 6th September - today she would be meeting Ron and Harry in Diagon Alley to buy their school suplies.
Afterwards they would be spending the night at the Leaky Cauldron and take the Hogwarts Express back to school the next day.
She couldn't wait to get back to Hogwarts.
It would be her 6th year, and then it would only be one more year till she would be a fully qualified witch...
And due to the final extermination of Lord Voldemort in her 5th year, there would hopefully be no difficulties at all.
Or so she thought...
* * * * * * * * * * * *
But now she had to get ready.
Today she wore her normal muggle chlothes, since she wouldn't be going back to school, yet at least.
Normal, that meant a tight top which said 'Hot Girl', her darkblue bell-bottom jeans a little make-up and her O'neill sneakers.
She was a bookworm, but that really didn't mean she had to be ugly or something similar.
And it really was a shame she wasn't allowed to wear muggle chlothes in Hogwarts... because in contrast to the dull, black Hogwart's robes, these clothes suited her pretty well.
And when I say 'suited well', I mean 'suited REALLY well'...
Over the summer she had really changed... just small changes, but anyway they made quite a difference.
Her skin had finally met some sunrays, now being a nice, warm brown-tone.
She had grown quite a few centimeters and developed curves in just the right places...
Not EXTREM curves, like Lavender or Parvati, but, well... nice.
The only thing that remained the same, was her hair.
It was still the same, bushy, untamable, frizzy brown hair.
For her, it had somehow became a 'trademark'. Her trademark.
She would never do anything to it, like trying to straighten it...
And, you know, somehow it fitted to her face with the curved mouth and the little freckles, that had sprouted over the summer holidays.
It gave her a kind of 'cute thwat'. Or 'cute toutch'... which way you prefer...
So, now she threw it (her hair) into a messy bun, which had become her standard hairstyle, if you could call it that, and headed down the stairs into the kitchen, where her parents were sitting and eating their breakfasts calmly whlie reading the newspaper.
"Mum, Dad, I'm ready... come on, hurry up!" she said, unpatiently.
Her parents wanted her to sit down and eat something as well, but she just couldn't, she was too excited. (She felt like a small, helpless schoolgirl... but nevermind: she is one, hehe...)
You know that feeling, when you are hungry, but you know, if you eat something you'll throw up... well, that was her feeling right then.
So, her parents just shook their heads and continued eating, although in a faster pace.
When they had finished, Hermione felt like hours had already passed... (actually it was about 5 minutes, but nevermind)
Finally, they were ready themselves and the threesome got up and went to the Granger's car.