Ok so this is my first ever fanfiction on this site. Please give reviews and comments. I'd like to know what you all think about this so far. Also keep in mind I do not own any of the characters, J.K. Rowling does. Also this chapter is a memory/flashback, the real story will begin in chapter two. I just thought you might like to know a little bit of a back story before we begin.
Hermione Granger was the last one out of the library that night. Honestly, she was surprised she didn't get kicked out since it was way past library closing time. She was getting all of her homework done that night and would turn it in early the next morning so, Harry and her boyfriend, Ron, couldn't cheat off of her. It started becoming unbearable. How would they learn anything if they kept copying down her homework and notes? They both wanted to be Aurors and, they were idiots to believe if they kept copying off her they would achieve high N.E.W.T scores. N.E.W.T.s were coming close (well in a few more months at least) and they would only do their homework at the very last possible second, if even at all. Boys, she would never understand them.
She gathered up her things and put them neatly in her bag, pausing only for a second to look at the clock on the wall. 2:07 the clock read. Her stomach did little flips and her heart started beating rapidly. She was four hours past curfew and, she did not have Harry's invisibility cloak or the Marauder's Map with her. Someone would surely notice her roaming the corridors at night without permission or without a dire reason. It would probably be better to stay in the library then try to make it back to the dormitories without getting caught. Why hadn't Madam Pince told her it was closing time? She must have seen Hermione before she left. Every single night since they had come back to Hogwarts to repeat their 7th year, Hermione would stay shut up in the library until it closed doing homework or studying for possible pop quizzes after dinner and lessons. The grouchy librarian had always warned Hermione ten minutes prior to closing time to gather up her things and check out the books she wanted to check out. Yet, today she had not and, Hermione was going to pay the price for it. Whether she got caught in the hallways or in the morning sleeping on one of the library couches she was, most likely, going to get a detention.
Hermione decided to risk getting caught in the corridors. There was still a chance that Mrs. Norris or Filch would not catch her, only a small chance but, one that she had to take. The door creaked slightly as she opened it slowly. It took her nearly five minutes to open it enough so she could slip through the door into a corridor. It was pitch black but, she didn't dare use Lumos in fear of causing the portraits to cause a commotion making her an easy target to catch. The tiny hairs on the back of her neck stood up as she walked silently threw the dark halls. It was almost impossible to see anything a foot in front of her. She nearly ran into a wall and a portrait that she accidentally bumped into started muttering loudly about how people need to show more respect. She thought she heard footsteps somewhere around her so; she broke into a jog until she reached The Great Hall entrance.
Hermione marveled how far she had gotten without getting caught. All she had to do was go up the stairs and down a hallway to be safe and sound in her dormitory common room. Without a backwards glance she sprinted up the stairs. All of a sudden she felt herself falling rapidly down them. She fell with a thump on the floor, her breath knocked out of her, and her ankle throbbing. An alarm sounded the second she landed. She tried to crawl up the steps but they kept sliding her down. It must be the same enchantment keeping unwanted boys out of the girl's dormitories. The alarm blared louder and louder as she kept trying to get up the stairs. Then, she heard it. Someone was running and shouting. The person was coming in her direction, trying to catch the naughty student out of bed so late. She got up as fast as she could, wincing at the pain in her ankle. She limped towards the way she came from but, it was no use. Her pursuer was getting closer and she would make less noise staying where she was than trying to hop around on one foot and making whimpering noises every time her ankle jerked around too much.
A tear slid down Hermione's cheek. She didn't know what she was crying for. Maybe it was because she made it so close to being safe. After all, it wasn't like she was doing anything wrong in the first place, for once. All she was doing was homework, not smuggling a dragon in the castle or going on midnight strolls to visit Hagrid. They had never been caught for those things, which was funny because she was definitely going to now. Maybe she could pretend to be sick and need to visit Madam Pomfrey or better yet play the whole Savior card thing. Anyone would be sympathetic and, she could full body-bind and put a silencing charm on Mrs. Norris quite easily if she came around. All she had to do was hope it was someone other than Filch, who had no compassion for any of the children what so ever, especially someone who was in league with Harry Potter. That was highly unlikely because his cat couldn't shout and rarely any of the Professors patrolled corridors, unless there was something threatening to attack the school. Unfortunately, for once, in the past eight years nothing was trying to harm any of the students of Hogwarts.
"I'll catch you, you stupid punk!" Filch's voice echoed thorough the hallway opposite of her. So this is it she thought, I don't even have a chance to get away. She hoped he wouldn't see her but, that would be a miracle. Hermione stood in silence as she waited for him to catch her.
She saw him coming and was just ready to give herself away just to hurry up the process but, as he came closer she saw the person and, it wasn't Filch. She couldn't exactly see who it was but, it definitely wasn't him. The boy who ran towards her was much too young, and, it looked like he was running away from someone, not trying to catch them. The boy seemed to notice her, too.
"Come on he's coming," He shouted to her as he ran across the long hallway towards her.
"I-I can't, my-my ankle," Hermione stuttered as tears fell down her face. As she said this, the boy ran faster towards her. He was extremely determined to get her safely away, as well. He was finally by her side and picked her up gently. She was surprisingly light. Thankfully, she only slowed him down a little bit.
Hermione could hear Filch's shouts louder every second. Somehow, he was gaining on them very quickly. He looked over the boy's shoulder and saw the most frightening sight. Filch was only a few feet away from them and his eyes were filled with angry, red flames.
"Run! Run! He's coming!" Hermione shouted in the boy's ear. She could tell that she had startled him because he jumped and started picking up the pace a little bit. The boy panted slightly, and Hermione wondered how long he had been running. It had been a while since she first heard Filch's first shouts. The boy must have had really great endurance or was running on a large amount of adrenaline. He probably had both factors that put the odds in his favor. He seemed very muscular and fit as she kept bumping into his chest and stomach as he ran with her in his arms.
Filch had fallen behind again, which gave the boy an opportunity to slow down a bit. Hermione frowned, hoping they would find somewhere to hide quickly before he caught up again since; she was getting nauseous from being bounced around so much.
"Only a bit further," The mystery boy mumbled. It was hard to talk when he was out of breath already.
They zig zagged around corridors and made sharp turns every so often. It made Hermione feel sick and awkward. She had a boyfriend, and obviously she knew he wasn't Ron or Harry for that matter. She did not engage in a conversation but neither had the boy so, she remained silent. After all there was no point in saying thanks if they got caught. She wished she would have paid more attention to the time. If Hermione wasn't trying so hard to make Harry and Ron fail she could have been in her bed fast asleep. She also hoped this was all a bad dream. It wasn't and she knew it. There would be no pain in her ankle if it was. She hoped it was only sprained. She didn't know how to fix a broken bone properly and, it wouldn't get treated until the next morning if it was.
"Think of where you want to go, quick!" The boy shouted breaking her thoughts. She had barely heard him. All she kept thinking was she wanted to be safe and sound in her four-poster bed. A free snack bar and a hot tub would be nice too she thought absentmindedly. She nearly passed out from the pain and nausea she was experiencing when the boy slammed a door shut behind them and she jumped with fright.
The boy put her gently on the bed. She had squeezed her eyes shut but, it wasn't doing anything to help her ankle. He started touching and examining it. He obviously knew what he was doing but, she screamed when he pushed too hard. He rolled his silver eyes but, Hermione didn't see as she still had her eyes shut tightly. How the hell was he supposed to find out what was wrong if she screamed at every single touch? She heard him mutter a healing spell and in an instant the pain receded. She slowly opened her eyes and discovered she was in a room with a four-poster bed that looked exactly like her own. Shelves of snacks and refrigerators full of drinks (Muggle and wizard a like) lined one entire wall. There was a large hot tub with a waterfall cascading from one side of it in the corner of the room. The walls were a sky blue color.
"Wonderful imagination you've got there," the boy said and smirked. He had let her imagine what the Room of Requirement looked like and was extremely disappointed to see that she had absolutely no imagination at all. The only thing that was somewhat cool was the hot tub but even still it was just an ordinary in ground one. He had seen better at some of the vacation resorts he had been to with his family years prior to the start of the war.
"Oh, it's just you," Hermione said glumly barely looking him in the face.
"A thank you would be nice. After all I did save you from Filch and fixed your broken ankle," he said coming to sit on the bed with her. She mumbled a thanks but it was inaudible. He brushed one of her stray curls behind her ear stroking her face as he did it. Hermione's face tingled as his hand caressed her face once more.
"I-I…" she started to say but started leaning in towards her. Oh crap she thought as his lips touched hers. He was kissing her soft and gentle. His mouth tasted like mint and chocolate. It was the most irresistible taste in the world and she didn't know why. His tongue explored every surface of the inside of her mouth making her shiver with pleasure. Every place he touched on her body would get hot and tingly. She loved the feeling and yearned for him to touch her more. Her hands raked threw his perfect hair making it slightly messy. He kissed her with a fiery passion and she put in as much effort as he did. He rolled on top of her and started unbuttoning her shirt.
He made her feel perfect. No one had ever made her feel beautiful for who she was.
Ok so I know I'm absolutely terrible at writing "love" scenes and maybe in a few years or so I will rewrite it or trash this story all together. I don't know. I don't know when I'll update again probably in this upcoming week or so. Also you may not know what's truly going on between Hermione and this boy (who I'm sure you already know who it is). Don't worry this is just the background story meant for the later HUGE secret and lie. Give me some reviews to see if it is any good so far (at least the writing part).