Most of the characters and generally all the settings in this story were
created by the author of Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling. However, the plot and
other spells of this fan fiction are originally made by the writer of this
story.
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Chapter 1: Synthetic Natter
It was a cold and dark night in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry when students have to be asleep in that time of darkness. But there was one student who could barely sleep in the middle of the night in the Gryffindor common room. It was the witch who was still meditating a close and best friend whom she called Harry Potter, the boy who lived. It was Hermione Granger, realizing that she had felt for Harry ever since they became fast friends. She couldn't stop thinking of him. But she sometimes get a heart broke whenever Harry mentions something about his dream girl, Cho Chang, a witch belonging to the Ravenclaw House who also happened to be his rival when it comes to Quidditch. Besides, she is he's own fellow seeker in a different house. But Harry doesn't mind at all. Hermione tried to end her feelings for Harry. But it was awkward to overlook her love for him.
"Why can't I sleep again? And why can't I stop thinking of Harry? Why, why, why?!!!" Hermione asked herself peculiarly.
"Who are you talking to, Hermione?" Ginny asked while she yawned before she rubbed her eyes.
"No one, Ginny. I just can't sleep."
"But, did you mention Harry earlier?"
"Did I? I don't remember," Hermione pretended while her arms crossed.
"So, will you go to sleep now? I'm really tired and all the other girls in here are."
"Just go on and sleep now," murmured Hermione. But when she stopped thinking about him, she suddenly slept innocently.
It was already Herbology Class while Professor Sprout was putting up to a new spell for contracting harmful herbs and turning them into corrigible sod.
"Wizenee O'Flora!"
"Umm...Harry. I need to speak with you. Meet me at the Gryffindor common room, later. It's really important. Tell Ron as well," uttered Hermione.
Herbology class was almost over. Professor Sprout hand them over a research on altering a simple herb into a huge, grown tree. As soon as the class was brought to an end, Hermione had to go to the library immediately. Of course, she still didn't fail to recall how important homework tasks are. She imparted about it to Harry and Ron. So, they went on and proceeded to the Great Hall instead. Just about when the two friends, Harry and Ron, were there, Cho Chang was also there. And the minute when Cho glimpsed at Harry, she then verged on Harry without delay.
"Hello, Harry!"
"Hello, Cho. Is there something you wanted to say?"
Cho clutched his arm and let Ron being left behind, "Yes. But I just wanted somewhere private. Somewhere only the two of us are at hand."
Harry got inquisitive but turned his cheeks to red, "But...when?" he oddly asked.
"How about tomorrow? Same time?"
"Sure, sure. No problem. Umm...see you."
"Well, bye," Cho vamoosed all of a sudden. Then Ron went over to Harry.
"What was that all about?"
"Well, nothing. Just...talk, I guess."
"O-k," Ron muttered. Harry and Ron then sat. "You know? I can't believe Hermione's doing it again."
"What, Ron?"
"You know she's been a loner lately. She wasn't even bidding us at the library ahead with her."
"So? Maybe she just wanted to have time for herself about something. You know what girls are."
"I guess you're right," Ron was munching some sort of sticky butterscotch with honey in a bottle by his index finger. "You know, this Honigesten tastes weird...like it's been spoiled for a year. I mean, this used to be scrumptious, but... here, you taste it." Harry tasted it as a rotten spread which muggles smeared on bread...he was plainly disgusted. Certainly, it was essentially awful. Harry then got a whiff of what it was like.
"Pe-ew! It even smells bad."
And then, Ron rapidly talked about Cho Chang. "You know, by the way? That Cho isn't pretty bad after all. I even think she likes you." Hermione overheard of what Ron had said to Harry. She remained still but was able to control herself and precipitously sat with them.
"Are you guys talking about that Chang again?" queried Hermione.
"Yes. But---do you think she's pretty?" said Ron.
"Cho Chang...pretty? Tuh...who doesn't?"
"Why do you look so furious then?" asked Ron.
"Is there something wrong, Hermione?" added Harry.
"No. It's just that...why weren't you two there at the Gryffindor common room? Didn't you remember what I said?" said Hermione crossly.
"We thought it would take long for you to finish your research," Ron replied. Hermione then shook her head.
"Never mind...it doesn't even matter, at least you're both here. Anyway, I was trying to talk with you two about the coming announcement, about the revisit of the Bulgarian and French student wizards and witches."
"Really?" whined Ron.
"Yes and it means that Victor Krum is coming back. And not only that..." Hermione then gazed and beamed at Ron, "Fleur Delacour is also reaching back here. And the rest of the European student wizards and witches are also approaching here at Hogwarts."
"How come you know all of this, Hermione?" asked Harry.
"Umm...Krum sent me a letter two days ago..." Hermione glanced at both of them as Harry and Ron stared at her. Then she pretended to yawn, "I better get going. I'm starting to get a bit drowsy...ta-ta" she promptly went to the Gryffindor common room.
"Ta-ta?" said Harry Ron at the same time as they glared at each other's eyes.
"Ron, I believe we better go to the library before it closes...before Professor Sprout would take our points away," Harry thought as he gawped at Ron.
"Yeah, I think you're right. Let's go!"
"How could I be so stupid?!!! I just used the announcement just to--- tell what's soooo important...and then---it's even worse...Victor's name. I was supposed to tell Harry the more significant thing. Oh, darn it!" Hermione couldn't stop thinking of Harry once again. It was really tough to have the guts to tell Harry the truth. But she can't do it. She really can't. So, she decided that if she can't tell it, why not write it?
At nighttime, she made herself think of she'll do it. She would write a letter or even just a message. However, she came up with a greater plan.
"What if I'll write a song? But I'm horrible with that! ---Oh, well. There's no harm on trying."
She grabbed her quill then aimed it on the ink. Then she thought of some words in her head. Then she started off...
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I thought if it was you and me
We'd say hello then, we'd say goodbye when
The day starts to end
I don't know what has got through me
What am I thinking, I feel like speaking
The truth
But I guess I can't even say what's true
I could barely sleep right now
If only I could tell you somehow...
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She was starting to get heavy-eyed. From deep thinking, she fell in yawning kip.
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Chapter 1: Synthetic Natter
It was a cold and dark night in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry when students have to be asleep in that time of darkness. But there was one student who could barely sleep in the middle of the night in the Gryffindor common room. It was the witch who was still meditating a close and best friend whom she called Harry Potter, the boy who lived. It was Hermione Granger, realizing that she had felt for Harry ever since they became fast friends. She couldn't stop thinking of him. But she sometimes get a heart broke whenever Harry mentions something about his dream girl, Cho Chang, a witch belonging to the Ravenclaw House who also happened to be his rival when it comes to Quidditch. Besides, she is he's own fellow seeker in a different house. But Harry doesn't mind at all. Hermione tried to end her feelings for Harry. But it was awkward to overlook her love for him.
"Why can't I sleep again? And why can't I stop thinking of Harry? Why, why, why?!!!" Hermione asked herself peculiarly.
"Who are you talking to, Hermione?" Ginny asked while she yawned before she rubbed her eyes.
"No one, Ginny. I just can't sleep."
"But, did you mention Harry earlier?"
"Did I? I don't remember," Hermione pretended while her arms crossed.
"So, will you go to sleep now? I'm really tired and all the other girls in here are."
"Just go on and sleep now," murmured Hermione. But when she stopped thinking about him, she suddenly slept innocently.
It was already Herbology Class while Professor Sprout was putting up to a new spell for contracting harmful herbs and turning them into corrigible sod.
"Wizenee O'Flora!"
"Umm...Harry. I need to speak with you. Meet me at the Gryffindor common room, later. It's really important. Tell Ron as well," uttered Hermione.
Herbology class was almost over. Professor Sprout hand them over a research on altering a simple herb into a huge, grown tree. As soon as the class was brought to an end, Hermione had to go to the library immediately. Of course, she still didn't fail to recall how important homework tasks are. She imparted about it to Harry and Ron. So, they went on and proceeded to the Great Hall instead. Just about when the two friends, Harry and Ron, were there, Cho Chang was also there. And the minute when Cho glimpsed at Harry, she then verged on Harry without delay.
"Hello, Harry!"
"Hello, Cho. Is there something you wanted to say?"
Cho clutched his arm and let Ron being left behind, "Yes. But I just wanted somewhere private. Somewhere only the two of us are at hand."
Harry got inquisitive but turned his cheeks to red, "But...when?" he oddly asked.
"How about tomorrow? Same time?"
"Sure, sure. No problem. Umm...see you."
"Well, bye," Cho vamoosed all of a sudden. Then Ron went over to Harry.
"What was that all about?"
"Well, nothing. Just...talk, I guess."
"O-k," Ron muttered. Harry and Ron then sat. "You know? I can't believe Hermione's doing it again."
"What, Ron?"
"You know she's been a loner lately. She wasn't even bidding us at the library ahead with her."
"So? Maybe she just wanted to have time for herself about something. You know what girls are."
"I guess you're right," Ron was munching some sort of sticky butterscotch with honey in a bottle by his index finger. "You know, this Honigesten tastes weird...like it's been spoiled for a year. I mean, this used to be scrumptious, but... here, you taste it." Harry tasted it as a rotten spread which muggles smeared on bread...he was plainly disgusted. Certainly, it was essentially awful. Harry then got a whiff of what it was like.
"Pe-ew! It even smells bad."
And then, Ron rapidly talked about Cho Chang. "You know, by the way? That Cho isn't pretty bad after all. I even think she likes you." Hermione overheard of what Ron had said to Harry. She remained still but was able to control herself and precipitously sat with them.
"Are you guys talking about that Chang again?" queried Hermione.
"Yes. But---do you think she's pretty?" said Ron.
"Cho Chang...pretty? Tuh...who doesn't?"
"Why do you look so furious then?" asked Ron.
"Is there something wrong, Hermione?" added Harry.
"No. It's just that...why weren't you two there at the Gryffindor common room? Didn't you remember what I said?" said Hermione crossly.
"We thought it would take long for you to finish your research," Ron replied. Hermione then shook her head.
"Never mind...it doesn't even matter, at least you're both here. Anyway, I was trying to talk with you two about the coming announcement, about the revisit of the Bulgarian and French student wizards and witches."
"Really?" whined Ron.
"Yes and it means that Victor Krum is coming back. And not only that..." Hermione then gazed and beamed at Ron, "Fleur Delacour is also reaching back here. And the rest of the European student wizards and witches are also approaching here at Hogwarts."
"How come you know all of this, Hermione?" asked Harry.
"Umm...Krum sent me a letter two days ago..." Hermione glanced at both of them as Harry and Ron stared at her. Then she pretended to yawn, "I better get going. I'm starting to get a bit drowsy...ta-ta" she promptly went to the Gryffindor common room.
"Ta-ta?" said Harry Ron at the same time as they glared at each other's eyes.
"Ron, I believe we better go to the library before it closes...before Professor Sprout would take our points away," Harry thought as he gawped at Ron.
"Yeah, I think you're right. Let's go!"
"How could I be so stupid?!!! I just used the announcement just to--- tell what's soooo important...and then---it's even worse...Victor's name. I was supposed to tell Harry the more significant thing. Oh, darn it!" Hermione couldn't stop thinking of Harry once again. It was really tough to have the guts to tell Harry the truth. But she can't do it. She really can't. So, she decided that if she can't tell it, why not write it?
At nighttime, she made herself think of she'll do it. She would write a letter or even just a message. However, she came up with a greater plan.
"What if I'll write a song? But I'm horrible with that! ---Oh, well. There's no harm on trying."
She grabbed her quill then aimed it on the ink. Then she thought of some words in her head. Then she started off...
======================================================================= ==========
I thought if it was you and me
We'd say hello then, we'd say goodbye when
The day starts to end
I don't know what has got through me
What am I thinking, I feel like speaking
The truth
But I guess I can't even say what's true
I could barely sleep right now
If only I could tell you somehow...
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She was starting to get heavy-eyed. From deep thinking, she fell in yawning kip.
