"I just decided to take a break from my usual 'Buffy bashing' and 'Spike
snogging' that I usually write about. And since there's been such a time
gap since my last story I though, why not do it completely differently. So,
I've been dying to write a fic on Harry Potter. The thing is, I know very
little factual information about the characters created by JK Rowling, so,
as you read this and think 'Hey! That's not right at all!!' remember that
you are so much more knowledgeable and read it as a whole new story ok!
Thanks. Oh, R&R won't you."
Little Lily.
It was a new term at Hogwarts and Hogsmead station was bustling with students on their way up to the old school of magic. The first years were fairly quiet, in awe of their surroundings, but Harry, Hermione and Ron, who were now in the sixth form, were well used to the tricks and turns of Hogwarts. They walked from the station together laughing about the events of the holidays. As they reached the school the crowds milled and jostled through the doorways and headed towards the Great Hall.
They were seated at the Griffindor table once again, this time they were far at the other end, they had slowly progressed down the length of the table over the years, the first years were as far away from them in distance as they were in age. The sorting took place and then everyone went to their home rooms. "Well, this is our last year then." Harry sighed. "I know." Hermione nodded "It's gone by so fast!" "I can't believe you're 18 Herm'." Ron said as he unpacked his case. "Great isn't it.but I do feel all old now." Hermione laughed. "You're still the baby Ron." Said Harry as he finished putting his muggle clothes and spare robes away.
When everyone had unpacked the three friends sat in front of the fireplace with a hot chocolate each. "So what subjects are you doing now?" Hermione asked, sipping her chocolate. "Well, I'm taking Potions, incantations and conjuring, I dropped Herbology after my AS levels. How about you?" Harry replied, and then blew a hole in the foam on his cup. "Herbology, of course, I've been told that I should consider taking a distinction exam in it. I'm also doing spell craft, potions and key skills." Hermione sighed happily, loving school utterly. "Yes, well, I'm taking Signs and Sigils you know, it's damn hard!" Ron chipped in. "What else?" Harry asked. "Um, well I'm taking Incantations at A level and conjuring at AS. Do you think I've done badly?" Ron frowned. "No! Not at all, they're good subjects Ron, you'll be fine." "Yes." Hermione agreed, "Well, enough chit chat you boys, we've got school tomorrow." "You're right Herm' as always." Harry smiled and they went their separate ways to bed.
After Ron had gone to his room Hermione walked back to Harry. He was still drinking his chocolate. "Hi Hermione, I'm going to bed as soon as I've finished this, honest." Harry said. "Yes, I know Harry, can I stay up with you for a bit." Hermione whispered. "You, stay up? Well of course you can, I just thought you were a firm believer in a good nights sleep." Harry laughed. "Oh, I am, but.well.I haven't seen you all holiday and I wanted to talk to you." She sighed. "What's wrong?" he asked. "Oh Harry, it's just that, I've been thinking, for a while now. And you're a really good friend to me." "Yes." he prompted. "I like you Harry, I like you a lot." She turned away, embarrassed. Harry slid his arm over her shoulders and pulled her next to him. She smiled and snuggled her head against his chest. He looked down at her, her hair tumbled sweetly across her face and he thought how he'd always liked her too. She looked up into his sparkling eyes, taking his glasses off his eyes shone in the firelight even more. She pulled gently away and faced him, both of them kneeling on the rug. "I like you too Hermione, you know that." He whispered. She looked slightly deflated, her lip trembled. "He likes me as a friend" she thought. She decided it would be best to get up and leave before she cried in front of him, but before she stood up Harry leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers. Her sharp intake of breath in shock excited him, he felt the rush of feelings that had been building up in the years he'd known her. Holding her in a tight embrace he kissed her again and again. Tears stung his eyes as he realized what he had felt for her for so long but had never expressed. "I love you Hermione." He gasped. There was a moment's silence, filled only with their breathing. They stared into each others eyes, assessing the emotions that radiated from them. "I love you too." She smiled, and standing up, she extended her hand to him. He took it and followed her to her room. The door closed behind them, and they expressed all the emotions that they'd felt for each other for so long.
The next day dawned bright and clear. A beautiful autumn morning at Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. The black robed students bundled themselves into classrooms and corridors chattering all the while. Harry and Ron were amongst the crowds on their way to their Incantations lesson. "You're a bit quiet Harry." Ron remarked, "Bad night?" Harry smiled dreamily "No Ron, best night I've ever had. I'm just tired." Ron frowned confused, decided not to understand and shook his head. "You're weird sometimes Harry." He laughed as he walked into the Incantations classroom. Pupils filed in and sat at their desks awaiting their teacher. Harry leaned his head on his hand and gazed out of the window. "I wonder what she's doing now?" he thought.
Hermione walked to her first Herbology lesson of the term clutching her books to her chest. Students that bumbled past her didn't phase her at all. She walked as though in another world, a faint smile on her lips. Reaching the classroom, a greenhouse in the grounds of the school, she sat on a chair and sighed happily. The other sixth formers taking herbology seated themselves around the greenhouse and waited for Mrs Sprout. The autumn sun trickled through the myriad of windows around her and onto the many leaves and flowers that lined every desk and shelf. "Isn't it a beautiful day." She exclaimed happily. Everyone looked at her quizzically, she wasn't usually this chirpy. "It is the first day of term." Someone whispered to another. "You know how she loves school!" A Mexican wave of giggles erupted through the classroom. Hermione didn't notice, even if she had, she wouldn't have cared.
Professor Haldor was taking the incantations class. He had explained the intricacies of pronunciation for foreign and ancient spells. "Now class," said the grumpy Gnome "When using incantations of this type it is essential that you pronounce every syllable correctly, as I'm sure you're all aware." He raised his wand majestically. "Ahem!!" he brought the wand down and stared fixedly at Harry who was still gazing out of the window. The window warped before Harry's eyes into the wrinkled face of Professor Haldor, shimmering of liquid glass his eyebrows furrowed angrily. Harry gasped and swung round to face the front. "THANK you! Mr. Potter!" Prof' Haldor snapped. "SINCE you are SO interested in everything BUT my lessons, kindly LEAVE the room!!" his voice was raised and clipped, firing out commands like a rifle. Harry's mouth opened and closed silently in surprise. "NOW!!!" Prof' Haldor roared leaning forward towards where Harry was sitting. Harry jumped up, grabbed his books and fled the room. For a small gnome Prof' Haldor prided himself on having the one of the loudest voices in the school. "You have to for incantations." He had once said. Outside the classroom Harry pressed his back to the wall breathing heavily. He regained his composure and decided to return to the Griffindor common room.
Hermione potted her herbs half heartedly, she excelled at Herbology and didn't really need to think about what she was doing at all. Harry was all that filled her mind. Everything would have gone well for her, if she hadn't have been potting the rare Telepath-morchid. Mrs Sprout had told the class to concentrate while potting these delicate pink blossoms, "Just think about the flower," she had told them, "Fill your mind with pink!" They had all laughed, the Telepath-morchid was a beautiful colour and it wasn't hard to think about nothing but it's fragrance and sheen. Unless of course, you hadn't been listening. Hermione's flower started to wilt, slowly at first, then quickly. It drooped, dropped and disappeared. Dark green stalks protruded from the pot, but only for a moment. Then, little white buds appeared at the tips of the stalks. Quickly, they grew and opened. Hermione was paying attention now. "Oh dear!" she whimpered. Everyone was looking at the buds as they swelled and ballooned out of the pot. The stalks bent under their weight as they sank onto the work bench. The petals were a delicate peach colour. The class grew closer to the flower whispering to each other. The inner petals opened slowly, these were a much darker colour, a very dark blue. As the opened more it became clear that they patterned the bloom with perfect twin circles side by side. Finally the last petals opened, these were beige, speckled with a red streak here and there. The heavy blossom stretched every petal, smoothing out it's creases in the sunshine. It was then everyone saw, realised and gasped. A perfect head sat on the workbench staring silently at nothing in particular. A familiar red scar on it's forehead. "Why! It's Harry Potter!" someone gasped. Mrs Sprout heaved her large form through the throng to where the trouble emanated. "Now what did I say!" she scolded as she reached Hermione. "Concentrate on the flower! Telepath-morchids aren't stupid you know. If you think about something a lot they can tell!" Mrs Sprout snatched up the pot angrily shaking Harry's head into a shower of scented petals that drifted gently to the floor and onto Hermione's shoes. Everyone was laughing. "Oh Hermione can't get him off your mind can you?" "Harry Potter, there's a laugh." "I always said he was a weed." Hermione ran from the room biting her lip so they wouldn't get to see her cry.
Harry was scowling at a text book when Hermione ran into the common room sobbing. He jumped up and gathered her in his arms. "Oh Hermione, what's wrong!" he asked, hugging her to him comfortingly. "H-Harry." She sobbed, "I.was thinking about you too much!" He stroked her soft hair and nestled her into his neck. "I've been thinking about you since I left this morning." He whispered in her ear. She rubbed her tears away, her cheeks glowed pink. Harry kissed each side of her face gently and then he kissed her lips gently. Then he pulled back and looked at her, making sure she was alright. She smiled and kissed him again, the burning love they felt for each other found an outlet. Their distractions of the morning forgotten in the concentrated heat of the passion that overflowed from them now.
The bell rang for lunchtime. Harry sat up suddenly, surprised at how fast the time had gone. "Aargh!" he cried. "Lunchtime! People will be here soon!" The common room, for the moment, was empty. Apart from a few scattered books, jostled chairs and a skewed hearth rug. On which Harry and Hermione were now kneeling, gathering together their clothes as fast as they could. Harry grabbed his glasses and his robe. Hermionie picked up her robe and her shoes. "Where's my." she whispered, embarrassed, "Where's my unmentionables?" "Um." Harry looked rapidly around the room. There was nothing unmentionable in sight. He heard footsteps coming up the stairs. "Quickly Harry!" Hermione hissed pulling her robe over her head and shoving her feet into her shoes. As Harry lifted his robe over his head pink lace drifted past his eyes. "There they are!" Hermione whisked them from his feet and made a dash for the stairs. Harry arranged his robe properly as the door knob began to turn. He leaped across the common room into the easy chair and picked up a text book. He saw a sock lying on the hearth rug like an accusing flag. He outstretched his arm as the door began to open. "Objectus Retracta!" he commanded and the sock flew into his open hand. "Hiya Harry!" Ron said as he came into the room. "You ok?" Harry's flushed and perspiring face nodded. "Oh..you look like you've been running." Ron said sitting in the chair next to Harry. "Well, I did a bit of running before." Harry agreed, "Just to work off stress." "Oh.did it work?" "Yes...yes, defiantly distressed now." "Distressed??" Ron frowned "No.I said De-stressed." Harry smiled to himself and returned to his book. Pausing momentarily to turn it the right way round.
Little Lily.
It was a new term at Hogwarts and Hogsmead station was bustling with students on their way up to the old school of magic. The first years were fairly quiet, in awe of their surroundings, but Harry, Hermione and Ron, who were now in the sixth form, were well used to the tricks and turns of Hogwarts. They walked from the station together laughing about the events of the holidays. As they reached the school the crowds milled and jostled through the doorways and headed towards the Great Hall.
They were seated at the Griffindor table once again, this time they were far at the other end, they had slowly progressed down the length of the table over the years, the first years were as far away from them in distance as they were in age. The sorting took place and then everyone went to their home rooms. "Well, this is our last year then." Harry sighed. "I know." Hermione nodded "It's gone by so fast!" "I can't believe you're 18 Herm'." Ron said as he unpacked his case. "Great isn't it.but I do feel all old now." Hermione laughed. "You're still the baby Ron." Said Harry as he finished putting his muggle clothes and spare robes away.
When everyone had unpacked the three friends sat in front of the fireplace with a hot chocolate each. "So what subjects are you doing now?" Hermione asked, sipping her chocolate. "Well, I'm taking Potions, incantations and conjuring, I dropped Herbology after my AS levels. How about you?" Harry replied, and then blew a hole in the foam on his cup. "Herbology, of course, I've been told that I should consider taking a distinction exam in it. I'm also doing spell craft, potions and key skills." Hermione sighed happily, loving school utterly. "Yes, well, I'm taking Signs and Sigils you know, it's damn hard!" Ron chipped in. "What else?" Harry asked. "Um, well I'm taking Incantations at A level and conjuring at AS. Do you think I've done badly?" Ron frowned. "No! Not at all, they're good subjects Ron, you'll be fine." "Yes." Hermione agreed, "Well, enough chit chat you boys, we've got school tomorrow." "You're right Herm' as always." Harry smiled and they went their separate ways to bed.
After Ron had gone to his room Hermione walked back to Harry. He was still drinking his chocolate. "Hi Hermione, I'm going to bed as soon as I've finished this, honest." Harry said. "Yes, I know Harry, can I stay up with you for a bit." Hermione whispered. "You, stay up? Well of course you can, I just thought you were a firm believer in a good nights sleep." Harry laughed. "Oh, I am, but.well.I haven't seen you all holiday and I wanted to talk to you." She sighed. "What's wrong?" he asked. "Oh Harry, it's just that, I've been thinking, for a while now. And you're a really good friend to me." "Yes." he prompted. "I like you Harry, I like you a lot." She turned away, embarrassed. Harry slid his arm over her shoulders and pulled her next to him. She smiled and snuggled her head against his chest. He looked down at her, her hair tumbled sweetly across her face and he thought how he'd always liked her too. She looked up into his sparkling eyes, taking his glasses off his eyes shone in the firelight even more. She pulled gently away and faced him, both of them kneeling on the rug. "I like you too Hermione, you know that." He whispered. She looked slightly deflated, her lip trembled. "He likes me as a friend" she thought. She decided it would be best to get up and leave before she cried in front of him, but before she stood up Harry leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers. Her sharp intake of breath in shock excited him, he felt the rush of feelings that had been building up in the years he'd known her. Holding her in a tight embrace he kissed her again and again. Tears stung his eyes as he realized what he had felt for her for so long but had never expressed. "I love you Hermione." He gasped. There was a moment's silence, filled only with their breathing. They stared into each others eyes, assessing the emotions that radiated from them. "I love you too." She smiled, and standing up, she extended her hand to him. He took it and followed her to her room. The door closed behind them, and they expressed all the emotions that they'd felt for each other for so long.
The next day dawned bright and clear. A beautiful autumn morning at Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. The black robed students bundled themselves into classrooms and corridors chattering all the while. Harry and Ron were amongst the crowds on their way to their Incantations lesson. "You're a bit quiet Harry." Ron remarked, "Bad night?" Harry smiled dreamily "No Ron, best night I've ever had. I'm just tired." Ron frowned confused, decided not to understand and shook his head. "You're weird sometimes Harry." He laughed as he walked into the Incantations classroom. Pupils filed in and sat at their desks awaiting their teacher. Harry leaned his head on his hand and gazed out of the window. "I wonder what she's doing now?" he thought.
Hermione walked to her first Herbology lesson of the term clutching her books to her chest. Students that bumbled past her didn't phase her at all. She walked as though in another world, a faint smile on her lips. Reaching the classroom, a greenhouse in the grounds of the school, she sat on a chair and sighed happily. The other sixth formers taking herbology seated themselves around the greenhouse and waited for Mrs Sprout. The autumn sun trickled through the myriad of windows around her and onto the many leaves and flowers that lined every desk and shelf. "Isn't it a beautiful day." She exclaimed happily. Everyone looked at her quizzically, she wasn't usually this chirpy. "It is the first day of term." Someone whispered to another. "You know how she loves school!" A Mexican wave of giggles erupted through the classroom. Hermione didn't notice, even if she had, she wouldn't have cared.
Professor Haldor was taking the incantations class. He had explained the intricacies of pronunciation for foreign and ancient spells. "Now class," said the grumpy Gnome "When using incantations of this type it is essential that you pronounce every syllable correctly, as I'm sure you're all aware." He raised his wand majestically. "Ahem!!" he brought the wand down and stared fixedly at Harry who was still gazing out of the window. The window warped before Harry's eyes into the wrinkled face of Professor Haldor, shimmering of liquid glass his eyebrows furrowed angrily. Harry gasped and swung round to face the front. "THANK you! Mr. Potter!" Prof' Haldor snapped. "SINCE you are SO interested in everything BUT my lessons, kindly LEAVE the room!!" his voice was raised and clipped, firing out commands like a rifle. Harry's mouth opened and closed silently in surprise. "NOW!!!" Prof' Haldor roared leaning forward towards where Harry was sitting. Harry jumped up, grabbed his books and fled the room. For a small gnome Prof' Haldor prided himself on having the one of the loudest voices in the school. "You have to for incantations." He had once said. Outside the classroom Harry pressed his back to the wall breathing heavily. He regained his composure and decided to return to the Griffindor common room.
Hermione potted her herbs half heartedly, she excelled at Herbology and didn't really need to think about what she was doing at all. Harry was all that filled her mind. Everything would have gone well for her, if she hadn't have been potting the rare Telepath-morchid. Mrs Sprout had told the class to concentrate while potting these delicate pink blossoms, "Just think about the flower," she had told them, "Fill your mind with pink!" They had all laughed, the Telepath-morchid was a beautiful colour and it wasn't hard to think about nothing but it's fragrance and sheen. Unless of course, you hadn't been listening. Hermione's flower started to wilt, slowly at first, then quickly. It drooped, dropped and disappeared. Dark green stalks protruded from the pot, but only for a moment. Then, little white buds appeared at the tips of the stalks. Quickly, they grew and opened. Hermione was paying attention now. "Oh dear!" she whimpered. Everyone was looking at the buds as they swelled and ballooned out of the pot. The stalks bent under their weight as they sank onto the work bench. The petals were a delicate peach colour. The class grew closer to the flower whispering to each other. The inner petals opened slowly, these were a much darker colour, a very dark blue. As the opened more it became clear that they patterned the bloom with perfect twin circles side by side. Finally the last petals opened, these were beige, speckled with a red streak here and there. The heavy blossom stretched every petal, smoothing out it's creases in the sunshine. It was then everyone saw, realised and gasped. A perfect head sat on the workbench staring silently at nothing in particular. A familiar red scar on it's forehead. "Why! It's Harry Potter!" someone gasped. Mrs Sprout heaved her large form through the throng to where the trouble emanated. "Now what did I say!" she scolded as she reached Hermione. "Concentrate on the flower! Telepath-morchids aren't stupid you know. If you think about something a lot they can tell!" Mrs Sprout snatched up the pot angrily shaking Harry's head into a shower of scented petals that drifted gently to the floor and onto Hermione's shoes. Everyone was laughing. "Oh Hermione can't get him off your mind can you?" "Harry Potter, there's a laugh." "I always said he was a weed." Hermione ran from the room biting her lip so they wouldn't get to see her cry.
Harry was scowling at a text book when Hermione ran into the common room sobbing. He jumped up and gathered her in his arms. "Oh Hermione, what's wrong!" he asked, hugging her to him comfortingly. "H-Harry." She sobbed, "I.was thinking about you too much!" He stroked her soft hair and nestled her into his neck. "I've been thinking about you since I left this morning." He whispered in her ear. She rubbed her tears away, her cheeks glowed pink. Harry kissed each side of her face gently and then he kissed her lips gently. Then he pulled back and looked at her, making sure she was alright. She smiled and kissed him again, the burning love they felt for each other found an outlet. Their distractions of the morning forgotten in the concentrated heat of the passion that overflowed from them now.
The bell rang for lunchtime. Harry sat up suddenly, surprised at how fast the time had gone. "Aargh!" he cried. "Lunchtime! People will be here soon!" The common room, for the moment, was empty. Apart from a few scattered books, jostled chairs and a skewed hearth rug. On which Harry and Hermione were now kneeling, gathering together their clothes as fast as they could. Harry grabbed his glasses and his robe. Hermionie picked up her robe and her shoes. "Where's my." she whispered, embarrassed, "Where's my unmentionables?" "Um." Harry looked rapidly around the room. There was nothing unmentionable in sight. He heard footsteps coming up the stairs. "Quickly Harry!" Hermione hissed pulling her robe over her head and shoving her feet into her shoes. As Harry lifted his robe over his head pink lace drifted past his eyes. "There they are!" Hermione whisked them from his feet and made a dash for the stairs. Harry arranged his robe properly as the door knob began to turn. He leaped across the common room into the easy chair and picked up a text book. He saw a sock lying on the hearth rug like an accusing flag. He outstretched his arm as the door began to open. "Objectus Retracta!" he commanded and the sock flew into his open hand. "Hiya Harry!" Ron said as he came into the room. "You ok?" Harry's flushed and perspiring face nodded. "Oh..you look like you've been running." Ron said sitting in the chair next to Harry. "Well, I did a bit of running before." Harry agreed, "Just to work off stress." "Oh.did it work?" "Yes...yes, defiantly distressed now." "Distressed??" Ron frowned "No.I said De-stressed." Harry smiled to himself and returned to his book. Pausing momentarily to turn it the right way round.