Over The Rim
By LittLe~tRiXta
Rating: G
Genre: Romance, pretty much looks about it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, you all should know by now who does.and it sure as heck ain't me.
A.N: Okay Everyone, Let me warn you all that I'm a newbie to the business of writing Harry Potter Fanfics.Meaning..*Ba dum ba bum!* This is my first Harry Potter Fanfic! Much less Harry Potter Romance. But honestly now, that shouldn't matter, because I'm a full fledged Harry Potter Fan, and that should be all that matters right? Right? Oh just read it before I talk anymore, and please review, because reviews are nice.0.o
Over The Rim
'Hmm...Yes Yes. I already knew that.. ' Hermione thought to herself as she flipped yet another page in her large selection of 'History Of Hogwarts'. She'd been sitting in the library for under an hour now reading and re-reading again books you'd think she'd already memorized by heart.
Hermione sighed and closed the book with a loud shutting sound that echoed off the walls of the library, which of course she ended only to begin the next propped down on the table beside her. Finals were already gone and done with and Hermione was almost out of reasons for visiting the library each day, which she'd done just about every day for the past week or so. That is except for one reason she didn't even dare admit to herself...One very particular reason...
Not even realizing she was doing so, Hermione lifted her eyes up past the thousands of words written out carefully before her to glance up over the rim of her book at her reason in question. Sitting exactly opposite from Hermione sat a very well known Potter with unruly dark hair. It was very obvious by the way that his eyes switched this way and that, that he was well interested in the book he had chosen. Hermione could hardly believe how intense his eyes were. It was as if he were in the very book itself. But now that she thought about it, Harry's eyes always had something mystical hidden within them.
She hadn't realized how long she'd been staring at Harry until the boy suddenly, and momentarily lifted his head and grinned right at her. Hermione quickly snapped her attention back to her reading, afraid of the blood rushing to her cheeks. 'Good Lord, I can't believe I let my self stare at Harry so long. I must have looked so foolish, all childish and goodly eyed.' Hermione thought to herself.
'I wonder if he noticed me staring...' Hermione's thoughts wandered. 'But of course it doesn't really matter whether he noticed or not does it...Okay, Professor Dumbledore. Proffessor Dumbledore continues to be the......But then again, if he noticed me staring, he must have not been paying very much attention to his book afterall....meaning his thoughts were focused on something else...' Hermione, letting the curiosity seep through her skin, began to glance over her book again. 'Could he really have been thinking about.. Wait a minute! Stop it Hermione. Stop this instant. You are letting your brain turn to mush. Okay, Now where was I?' Hermione said burying her head down into her book until only Hermione's hands were visible.
Hermione had almost finished the sentence she'd been on for the past five minutes until the words were suddenly moving. No, that couldn't be it. The book was moving. Hermione looked up to see a familiar face, one that at the moment held a rather playful smirk.
"If you dig your head any deeper into this book 'Mione, I'm afraid that there won't be any of you left once you're through." Harry replied shutting the book down onto the table and leaning with one arm against it.
Hermione smiled and rolled her eyes. "Is that what you suspect will happen Mr. Potter?" Harry nodded. "Yes, I suppose you're right. Well then, if that's so, I guess the only logical thing for me to do is to postpone the rest of my reading." Hermione replied coolly.
Harry stood back and crossed his arms. "Why I thought I'd never see the day that Mrs. Granger set down a book in the middle of reading." Harry replied shaking his head.
"Oh sod off Harry." Hermione stood up and gave Harry a playful shove. They'd already begun to walk out the door of the library when Hermione spoke again. "Okay Harry, I postponed my reading just for you. Now what are we going to do?"
Harry thought for a moment. "Well, we could always sit by and watch a lively old game of chess between Ron and George. Or.."
Oh how Hermione loved that 'or'. Of course she had no idea what that 'or' was going to be exactly, but then again, by the look in Harry's eyes she was sure it had to be something good.
"Or?" Hermione asked growing impatient.
"Or, we could always take the shortcut to Hogsmeade." Harry said eyes closed, with his hands dug into the pockets below his cloak.
'Yes, that 'Or' is definitely a good one. And the term 'we' isn't that bad either.' Hermione thought unknowingly.
Harry and Hermione stopped short right in the middle of the hall. The two looked at eatchother once, grinned, then took off at top speed down the hall.
"But Harry, what if we're caught?" Hermione said as they ran.
Harry stopped, his shoulders dropping. "Yea, I guess that's usually what happens doesn't it."
Hermione grinned and laid both hands (quite bravely might I add) upon Harry's shoulders while looking strait into his face. " I was just kidding Harry. Loosen up a bit, aye?" Hermione laughed as she made a head start to the corner of the hall with Harry trailing close behind her.
So, it wasn't exactly an ending that resulted in snuggling and kisses as Hermione might've once hoped it would (and yet again probably not noticing she was doing so at that), but she had to admit. That day was a heck of a lot better then any other one spent watching Harry with wishful thoughts from over a books rim.
The End (Or perhaps, maybe just the beginning. ^-^)
By LittLe~tRiXta
Rating: G
Genre: Romance, pretty much looks about it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, you all should know by now who does.and it sure as heck ain't me.
A.N: Okay Everyone, Let me warn you all that I'm a newbie to the business of writing Harry Potter Fanfics.Meaning..*Ba dum ba bum!* This is my first Harry Potter Fanfic! Much less Harry Potter Romance. But honestly now, that shouldn't matter, because I'm a full fledged Harry Potter Fan, and that should be all that matters right? Right? Oh just read it before I talk anymore, and please review, because reviews are nice.0.o
Over The Rim
'Hmm...Yes Yes. I already knew that.. ' Hermione thought to herself as she flipped yet another page in her large selection of 'History Of Hogwarts'. She'd been sitting in the library for under an hour now reading and re-reading again books you'd think she'd already memorized by heart.
Hermione sighed and closed the book with a loud shutting sound that echoed off the walls of the library, which of course she ended only to begin the next propped down on the table beside her. Finals were already gone and done with and Hermione was almost out of reasons for visiting the library each day, which she'd done just about every day for the past week or so. That is except for one reason she didn't even dare admit to herself...One very particular reason...
Not even realizing she was doing so, Hermione lifted her eyes up past the thousands of words written out carefully before her to glance up over the rim of her book at her reason in question. Sitting exactly opposite from Hermione sat a very well known Potter with unruly dark hair. It was very obvious by the way that his eyes switched this way and that, that he was well interested in the book he had chosen. Hermione could hardly believe how intense his eyes were. It was as if he were in the very book itself. But now that she thought about it, Harry's eyes always had something mystical hidden within them.
She hadn't realized how long she'd been staring at Harry until the boy suddenly, and momentarily lifted his head and grinned right at her. Hermione quickly snapped her attention back to her reading, afraid of the blood rushing to her cheeks. 'Good Lord, I can't believe I let my self stare at Harry so long. I must have looked so foolish, all childish and goodly eyed.' Hermione thought to herself.
'I wonder if he noticed me staring...' Hermione's thoughts wandered. 'But of course it doesn't really matter whether he noticed or not does it...Okay, Professor Dumbledore. Proffessor Dumbledore continues to be the......But then again, if he noticed me staring, he must have not been paying very much attention to his book afterall....meaning his thoughts were focused on something else...' Hermione, letting the curiosity seep through her skin, began to glance over her book again. 'Could he really have been thinking about.. Wait a minute! Stop it Hermione. Stop this instant. You are letting your brain turn to mush. Okay, Now where was I?' Hermione said burying her head down into her book until only Hermione's hands were visible.
Hermione had almost finished the sentence she'd been on for the past five minutes until the words were suddenly moving. No, that couldn't be it. The book was moving. Hermione looked up to see a familiar face, one that at the moment held a rather playful smirk.
"If you dig your head any deeper into this book 'Mione, I'm afraid that there won't be any of you left once you're through." Harry replied shutting the book down onto the table and leaning with one arm against it.
Hermione smiled and rolled her eyes. "Is that what you suspect will happen Mr. Potter?" Harry nodded. "Yes, I suppose you're right. Well then, if that's so, I guess the only logical thing for me to do is to postpone the rest of my reading." Hermione replied coolly.
Harry stood back and crossed his arms. "Why I thought I'd never see the day that Mrs. Granger set down a book in the middle of reading." Harry replied shaking his head.
"Oh sod off Harry." Hermione stood up and gave Harry a playful shove. They'd already begun to walk out the door of the library when Hermione spoke again. "Okay Harry, I postponed my reading just for you. Now what are we going to do?"
Harry thought for a moment. "Well, we could always sit by and watch a lively old game of chess between Ron and George. Or.."
Oh how Hermione loved that 'or'. Of course she had no idea what that 'or' was going to be exactly, but then again, by the look in Harry's eyes she was sure it had to be something good.
"Or?" Hermione asked growing impatient.
"Or, we could always take the shortcut to Hogsmeade." Harry said eyes closed, with his hands dug into the pockets below his cloak.
'Yes, that 'Or' is definitely a good one. And the term 'we' isn't that bad either.' Hermione thought unknowingly.
Harry and Hermione stopped short right in the middle of the hall. The two looked at eatchother once, grinned, then took off at top speed down the hall.
"But Harry, what if we're caught?" Hermione said as they ran.
Harry stopped, his shoulders dropping. "Yea, I guess that's usually what happens doesn't it."
Hermione grinned and laid both hands (quite bravely might I add) upon Harry's shoulders while looking strait into his face. " I was just kidding Harry. Loosen up a bit, aye?" Hermione laughed as she made a head start to the corner of the hall with Harry trailing close behind her.
So, it wasn't exactly an ending that resulted in snuggling and kisses as Hermione might've once hoped it would (and yet again probably not noticing she was doing so at that), but she had to admit. That day was a heck of a lot better then any other one spent watching Harry with wishful thoughts from over a books rim.
The End (Or perhaps, maybe just the beginning. ^-^)