Author's note: This is the first fanfic that I've written, so I'm a little unsure about if I like it or not. So I REALLY want feedback on this. Good or bad. Just please say it nicely. Thank you so much to everyone who has already reveiwed it.
Disclaimer: None of these people are mine, they are all J.K Rowling's. The song belongs to Brad O'Donnell and is called Things I Cannot Say, it comes off of his wife's album, that I totally love, called A Scrapbook of Sorts. I'm just borrowing it all. Everything that isn't theirs is mine, and I'd be happier if you didn't take it. Thanks.
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A Scrapbook of Sorts
The way that you looked in the late winter sun
With your fingers in mine and the snow falling down
My heart skipped a beat and I started to pray
A thing I could not say
A word that you spoke over dinner one night
You looked in my soul and started to cry
Your words and your tears made my fear melt away
A thing I could not say
I store up these things- a scrapbook of sorts
The moments you bring me to heaven's door
'Cause people like me find it hard to speak
The things they cannot say
The compassion I've seen in you face ever time
You see a heart break and read someone's mind
You give 'til the wound requires no more aid
A thing I could not say
I store up these things- a scrapbook of sorts
The moments you bring me to heaven's door
'Cause people like me find it hard to speak
The things they cannot say
The way that you love me time and again
The way you've become my truest of friends
I may never speak this or even show clear
But I am taking note my dear
Of the things I cannot say
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Hermione Granger was sitting on the bench in the garden, dreaming of her friend Harry. She wondered if he would ever care for her. There were times when she thought he did, like yesterday, he had brought her a box of chocolate frogs when he came home from work. She always remembered the little things he did. He seemed so genuine and loving. And then there were days when he didn't seem to care at all. Hermione sighed and walked into the house.
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"Hey Harry!" George said, "Would you grab me a few more of those canary creams while you are back there?"
"Yeah, I guess." Harry said as he walked out of the back room with his arms full of boxes.
Harry Potter and George Weasly were stocking the shelves in the joke shop owned by George and his twin brother Fred. Harry had taken a large part in the beginning of the shop, by donating the thousand Galleons he had won in the Triwizard Tournament. Now he was working in the shop, until another job came along.
Harry had graduated from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry that a month ago, and when his best friend Ron Weasly had said he was moving to Hogsmeade to work at his brother's shop, Harry decided to move also. Harry had been offered many jobs, he could have a place on any Quiddich team that he wanted to, or work for the Ministry of Magic, or just about any job that he wanted. But Harry didn't want a big shot job, he was happy to work with his best friends in their shop.
It was much harder for Ron and Harry's friend Hermione to make her mind up about what to do after school. Fred, George, Ron and Harry had all wanted her to stay near to them, but Hermione had other plans for her life. She waned to become the School librarian at Hogwarts. Her love of books led her to the job, and when she heard that Madame Pince was retiring next year, she eagerly asked Headmaster Dumbledore for the job. Dumbledore thought that a wonderful idea, "You certainly have the background for it," he told her, "I wish I was able to give you the job as soon as you graduate, but there are people on the school board who think that is a bad idea." He was refering to Lucis Malfoy, the father of Draco Malfoy, a school enemy of Harry and Hermione. "He says that you are too young, and doesn't want any muggles on staff." Dumbledore managed to talk him into letting her have the position in two years. Lucis had thought that Hermione wouldn't wait that long for the job, but he was wrong. She was happy to wait the extra years, she just didn't know what to do for those two years.
She thought strongly of going to school in London, (for what she didn't know, but she always thought more school was a good idea.), But she didn't want to leave Ron and Harry. They had been her best friends forever. Ron and Harry thought that the choice was obvious, she should move to Hogsmeade. They had an extra room in the house that they had rented, and said they would love it if she moved in with them. They had suggested that she could keep the house for them, so that she didn't have to find a job. Hermione wasn't sure what she thought of that idea. The Hermione of earlier days would have refused without blinking an eye. She had been to independent for that kind of work, she had wanted something more exciting. But lately she had a change of heart. The idea of running a household seemed like fun. And even a bit of a challenge. After much deliberation she decided to move in for a short while and try it. If she didn't like it, she could always get her own flat and another job. So far she was enjoying it very much. She always enjoyed spending time with Ron and Harry, and she enjoyed perfecting her cooking skills. Everything had run smoothly, though she had been getting annoyed with Harry for being late to dinner too many times in the last week.
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Harry was just setting a ream of ticklish paper on the shelf when the door to the shop opened. Ginny Weasly stepped in and said "Depatahora!" before the magical door could add spots or stripes to her skin and change her hair color. Fred had enchanted it "Just to add a little flavor to the shop."
"Sorry, we are closed." George said, without looking up from his accounting books.
"George," Ginny said walking up to the counter, "It's me."
"Oh Gin! Good to see you" He gave her a big hug and asked her how school was.
"Oh, so-so. It is school, you know how it can be. But, I'd rather be there then anywhere else, at least I'm not at some other school."
Harry heard her from the back room and wasn't really thrilled to hear that she was there. He loved seeing her, but he wasn't in the mood for her happy personalty. He had been in a bad mood since he had got up that morning. When he got in a bad mood, he didn't want to be around cheerful people. But, he couldn't just ignore his good friend, so he went out and said "Hi Ginny, good to see you." Before he went back to the back room and finished his work there.
"What has gotten into him?" Ginny asked George.
"I don't know, just a bad mood I guess. He has been sort of out of it all day. Maybe he and Hermione had a falling out." George closed his account book and started straightening the counter. "So," he said, changing the subject, "Did you sneak here through the tunnels?"
Ginny was finishing her 6th year at Hogwarts, and she came often to visit her brothers and friends in Hogsmeade. "No, I got permission from Dumbledore. Something you never would have thought of I'm sure."
"Why would I want to get permission when I had a perfectly good Mauderer's Map? Are you staying for the whole weekend? Do we need to clear the bed upstairs?" Fred and George had a nice flat over the shop.
"Yes, I'm staying for the whole weekend, but I'll need to study a ton, Finals are coming up. I don't get why the 7th years get to graduate so far before the other years get out. Ummm. I don't know if I will stay here. I'm going to ask Hermione if I can stay over there. I haven't seen her for so long, I want to catch up with her, didn't have time to owl her, or anybody, though, so I don't know if she has plans or not."
"Harry might know. If you dare ask the lion a question."
"Hey Harry!" Ginny called into the back room, "Will you come here for a second?"
"Yeah. What?" Harry said, poking his head out of the doorway.
"Do you know if Hermione has any plans for this weekend? And would you mind if I stayed at your place?"
"I don't keep track of her schedule. It is fine with me if you stay with us." He replied in a gruff tone. "We'd better get on back there. Hermione is making a big dinner for us all, I'm sure she will be happy to see you. But if we don't hurry she will be sending a howler for being late."
"Would you mind getting Fred from upstairs Ginny?" George asked. "Harry and I will be done here in a flash."
"Sure no problem!" Ginny said, and ran up the stairs. "Hey there bro!" She called to Fred who was sitting reading on the couch. "Good to see you! How have you been?"
"Fine and dandy! How about you? I didn't know that you were coming this weekend."
"Well, neither did I, until this afternoon. I just felt like I needed to see you guys. Harry says that we better get over to his place for dinner before Herm gets upset. She is making a big dinner for us all."
"Ok. I'll be ready in a wink." He said, grabbing his shoes. "Are Harry and George done closing up?"
"Yeah they are just finishing."
"Ahhhh!" Fred had put his shoes on and stood up to walk over to the door, he quickly sat back down and started trying to kick his shoe off.
"Tickling spell?" Ginny asked
"Yes, that brother of ours never will quit with his pranks." Fred said preforming the counter spell.
"That brother of ours and his pranks . . . I don't think that he is the only one who ever does pranks in this family, Fred."
"I admit that I've done a few in my life, just a few though."
"Come on, lets go." Ginny said.
They went down and found George and Harry, and after George locked the door, they walked out onto the street.
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It was such a wonderful night, and they wanted to stretch their legs before dinner, so they walked, instead of apparating, to The Bryncarin, as the house was called. They arrived shortly and were greeted at the door by Hermione. "Oh Ginny! I'm so glad you came!" she greeted everyone with a smile, except for Harry. As soon as she had ushered everyone else into the living room, where Ron was, she pulled him back into the hall.
"Harry!" she hissed. "You are late again. I thought I asked you to be here on time tonight. How do you expect me to have a hot dinner ready when you are three quarters of an hour late?"
"Sorry," Harry said in a sarcastic tone. His bad mood from work hadn't changed since he got home. And having Hermione scold him made it worse. Before he could stop himself, he opened his mouth and started talking. "I didn't ask you here to mother me, the only reason I asked you here is to cook and clean." "What am I saying this for?" he asked himself. "This isn't how I should be talking to my best friend." But it was too late to stop himself. "You think that you can come in here and tell me that I'm a bad little boy and I'm late for dinner." His voice was getting louder now. "Are you going to give me a spanking now? Or send me to my room?" he said as if to mock her. "You are not in charge of me. You understand that?" By this time he was almost yelling. Hermione took his arm and pulled him outside. She waited until they were on the porch and the door was closed to say anything.
"Is that all I mean to you? To cook and clean? Your house maid? Why didn't you hire some old hag? She probably would be a better cook then I am too!" Harry had caught Hermione off guard, and she blew up at him. "What do all these years of friendship mean to you? What happened to our friendship? All that means nothing to you? I've been reduced to your maid?" She was mad, she didn't want to be treated like that. She didn't stop to think about what she was saying. She didn't mean it, but she said it anyway. It wasn't like Harry to act like this, and when he did, it caught her off guard. He was normally so agreeable. Hermione glanced up into his eyes. She couldn't decipher the look in them. She saw anger, but she also saw sorrow. He looked down at her and a strange look came across his face. She quickly looked away. "What is that look for?" she thought. "What is he thinking?"
Harry stood listening to her, "I didn't mean that" he thought. "But she had no right to scold me like that." His mind started to battle within itself. "She shouldn't talk down to me like that, although I guess I shouldn't have said what I said myself." As he listened to her, he realized that he was just as out of line as she was. "I've just had a bad day," he told himself, "And I'm taking it out on her." Harry glanced down at Hermione and saw that she had been looking at him, she quickly turned away. He stood there looking at her. "I think that I've really hurt her." he moaned inside his head. "Why did I have to say that to her?"
Hermione could feel his eyes on her, she had to say or do something. "Harry." she said forcefully, "I think that you are a-"
"Herm," Harry interrupted, "I-I'm sorry, I've had a bad day, I took it out on you." he said in a rush. Hermione stood with a set face looking at her feet. "I was out of line," Harry continued, "You mean so much more to me then a maid, you know that. We've been friends forever, and lately I thought we had something else going too, you know-"
"Oh hogwash, Harry!" Hermione spat, "Ever since I moved in here you've treated me like this. I'm not going to stand out here all night arguing with you. We have company and we need to eat dinner."
"Hermione, wait, please listen to me. I'm really sor-"
"I don't want to hear it." Hermione said and walked inside closing the door behind her.
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Disclaimer: None of these people are mine, they are all J.K Rowling's. The song belongs to Brad O'Donnell and is called Things I Cannot Say, it comes off of his wife's album, that I totally love, called A Scrapbook of Sorts. I'm just borrowing it all. Everything that isn't theirs is mine, and I'd be happier if you didn't take it. Thanks.
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A Scrapbook of Sorts
The way that you looked in the late winter sun
With your fingers in mine and the snow falling down
My heart skipped a beat and I started to pray
A thing I could not say
A word that you spoke over dinner one night
You looked in my soul and started to cry
Your words and your tears made my fear melt away
A thing I could not say
I store up these things- a scrapbook of sorts
The moments you bring me to heaven's door
'Cause people like me find it hard to speak
The things they cannot say
The compassion I've seen in you face ever time
You see a heart break and read someone's mind
You give 'til the wound requires no more aid
A thing I could not say
I store up these things- a scrapbook of sorts
The moments you bring me to heaven's door
'Cause people like me find it hard to speak
The things they cannot say
The way that you love me time and again
The way you've become my truest of friends
I may never speak this or even show clear
But I am taking note my dear
Of the things I cannot say
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Hermione Granger was sitting on the bench in the garden, dreaming of her friend Harry. She wondered if he would ever care for her. There were times when she thought he did, like yesterday, he had brought her a box of chocolate frogs when he came home from work. She always remembered the little things he did. He seemed so genuine and loving. And then there were days when he didn't seem to care at all. Hermione sighed and walked into the house.
* * *
"Hey Harry!" George said, "Would you grab me a few more of those canary creams while you are back there?"
"Yeah, I guess." Harry said as he walked out of the back room with his arms full of boxes.
Harry Potter and George Weasly were stocking the shelves in the joke shop owned by George and his twin brother Fred. Harry had taken a large part in the beginning of the shop, by donating the thousand Galleons he had won in the Triwizard Tournament. Now he was working in the shop, until another job came along.
Harry had graduated from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry that a month ago, and when his best friend Ron Weasly had said he was moving to Hogsmeade to work at his brother's shop, Harry decided to move also. Harry had been offered many jobs, he could have a place on any Quiddich team that he wanted to, or work for the Ministry of Magic, or just about any job that he wanted. But Harry didn't want a big shot job, he was happy to work with his best friends in their shop.
It was much harder for Ron and Harry's friend Hermione to make her mind up about what to do after school. Fred, George, Ron and Harry had all wanted her to stay near to them, but Hermione had other plans for her life. She waned to become the School librarian at Hogwarts. Her love of books led her to the job, and when she heard that Madame Pince was retiring next year, she eagerly asked Headmaster Dumbledore for the job. Dumbledore thought that a wonderful idea, "You certainly have the background for it," he told her, "I wish I was able to give you the job as soon as you graduate, but there are people on the school board who think that is a bad idea." He was refering to Lucis Malfoy, the father of Draco Malfoy, a school enemy of Harry and Hermione. "He says that you are too young, and doesn't want any muggles on staff." Dumbledore managed to talk him into letting her have the position in two years. Lucis had thought that Hermione wouldn't wait that long for the job, but he was wrong. She was happy to wait the extra years, she just didn't know what to do for those two years.
She thought strongly of going to school in London, (for what she didn't know, but she always thought more school was a good idea.), But she didn't want to leave Ron and Harry. They had been her best friends forever. Ron and Harry thought that the choice was obvious, she should move to Hogsmeade. They had an extra room in the house that they had rented, and said they would love it if she moved in with them. They had suggested that she could keep the house for them, so that she didn't have to find a job. Hermione wasn't sure what she thought of that idea. The Hermione of earlier days would have refused without blinking an eye. She had been to independent for that kind of work, she had wanted something more exciting. But lately she had a change of heart. The idea of running a household seemed like fun. And even a bit of a challenge. After much deliberation she decided to move in for a short while and try it. If she didn't like it, she could always get her own flat and another job. So far she was enjoying it very much. She always enjoyed spending time with Ron and Harry, and she enjoyed perfecting her cooking skills. Everything had run smoothly, though she had been getting annoyed with Harry for being late to dinner too many times in the last week.
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Harry was just setting a ream of ticklish paper on the shelf when the door to the shop opened. Ginny Weasly stepped in and said "Depatahora!" before the magical door could add spots or stripes to her skin and change her hair color. Fred had enchanted it "Just to add a little flavor to the shop."
"Sorry, we are closed." George said, without looking up from his accounting books.
"George," Ginny said walking up to the counter, "It's me."
"Oh Gin! Good to see you" He gave her a big hug and asked her how school was.
"Oh, so-so. It is school, you know how it can be. But, I'd rather be there then anywhere else, at least I'm not at some other school."
Harry heard her from the back room and wasn't really thrilled to hear that she was there. He loved seeing her, but he wasn't in the mood for her happy personalty. He had been in a bad mood since he had got up that morning. When he got in a bad mood, he didn't want to be around cheerful people. But, he couldn't just ignore his good friend, so he went out and said "Hi Ginny, good to see you." Before he went back to the back room and finished his work there.
"What has gotten into him?" Ginny asked George.
"I don't know, just a bad mood I guess. He has been sort of out of it all day. Maybe he and Hermione had a falling out." George closed his account book and started straightening the counter. "So," he said, changing the subject, "Did you sneak here through the tunnels?"
Ginny was finishing her 6th year at Hogwarts, and she came often to visit her brothers and friends in Hogsmeade. "No, I got permission from Dumbledore. Something you never would have thought of I'm sure."
"Why would I want to get permission when I had a perfectly good Mauderer's Map? Are you staying for the whole weekend? Do we need to clear the bed upstairs?" Fred and George had a nice flat over the shop.
"Yes, I'm staying for the whole weekend, but I'll need to study a ton, Finals are coming up. I don't get why the 7th years get to graduate so far before the other years get out. Ummm. I don't know if I will stay here. I'm going to ask Hermione if I can stay over there. I haven't seen her for so long, I want to catch up with her, didn't have time to owl her, or anybody, though, so I don't know if she has plans or not."
"Harry might know. If you dare ask the lion a question."
"Hey Harry!" Ginny called into the back room, "Will you come here for a second?"
"Yeah. What?" Harry said, poking his head out of the doorway.
"Do you know if Hermione has any plans for this weekend? And would you mind if I stayed at your place?"
"I don't keep track of her schedule. It is fine with me if you stay with us." He replied in a gruff tone. "We'd better get on back there. Hermione is making a big dinner for us all, I'm sure she will be happy to see you. But if we don't hurry she will be sending a howler for being late."
"Would you mind getting Fred from upstairs Ginny?" George asked. "Harry and I will be done here in a flash."
"Sure no problem!" Ginny said, and ran up the stairs. "Hey there bro!" She called to Fred who was sitting reading on the couch. "Good to see you! How have you been?"
"Fine and dandy! How about you? I didn't know that you were coming this weekend."
"Well, neither did I, until this afternoon. I just felt like I needed to see you guys. Harry says that we better get over to his place for dinner before Herm gets upset. She is making a big dinner for us all."
"Ok. I'll be ready in a wink." He said, grabbing his shoes. "Are Harry and George done closing up?"
"Yeah they are just finishing."
"Ahhhh!" Fred had put his shoes on and stood up to walk over to the door, he quickly sat back down and started trying to kick his shoe off.
"Tickling spell?" Ginny asked
"Yes, that brother of ours never will quit with his pranks." Fred said preforming the counter spell.
"That brother of ours and his pranks . . . I don't think that he is the only one who ever does pranks in this family, Fred."
"I admit that I've done a few in my life, just a few though."
"Come on, lets go." Ginny said.
They went down and found George and Harry, and after George locked the door, they walked out onto the street.
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It was such a wonderful night, and they wanted to stretch their legs before dinner, so they walked, instead of apparating, to The Bryncarin, as the house was called. They arrived shortly and were greeted at the door by Hermione. "Oh Ginny! I'm so glad you came!" she greeted everyone with a smile, except for Harry. As soon as she had ushered everyone else into the living room, where Ron was, she pulled him back into the hall.
"Harry!" she hissed. "You are late again. I thought I asked you to be here on time tonight. How do you expect me to have a hot dinner ready when you are three quarters of an hour late?"
"Sorry," Harry said in a sarcastic tone. His bad mood from work hadn't changed since he got home. And having Hermione scold him made it worse. Before he could stop himself, he opened his mouth and started talking. "I didn't ask you here to mother me, the only reason I asked you here is to cook and clean." "What am I saying this for?" he asked himself. "This isn't how I should be talking to my best friend." But it was too late to stop himself. "You think that you can come in here and tell me that I'm a bad little boy and I'm late for dinner." His voice was getting louder now. "Are you going to give me a spanking now? Or send me to my room?" he said as if to mock her. "You are not in charge of me. You understand that?" By this time he was almost yelling. Hermione took his arm and pulled him outside. She waited until they were on the porch and the door was closed to say anything.
"Is that all I mean to you? To cook and clean? Your house maid? Why didn't you hire some old hag? She probably would be a better cook then I am too!" Harry had caught Hermione off guard, and she blew up at him. "What do all these years of friendship mean to you? What happened to our friendship? All that means nothing to you? I've been reduced to your maid?" She was mad, she didn't want to be treated like that. She didn't stop to think about what she was saying. She didn't mean it, but she said it anyway. It wasn't like Harry to act like this, and when he did, it caught her off guard. He was normally so agreeable. Hermione glanced up into his eyes. She couldn't decipher the look in them. She saw anger, but she also saw sorrow. He looked down at her and a strange look came across his face. She quickly looked away. "What is that look for?" she thought. "What is he thinking?"
Harry stood listening to her, "I didn't mean that" he thought. "But she had no right to scold me like that." His mind started to battle within itself. "She shouldn't talk down to me like that, although I guess I shouldn't have said what I said myself." As he listened to her, he realized that he was just as out of line as she was. "I've just had a bad day," he told himself, "And I'm taking it out on her." Harry glanced down at Hermione and saw that she had been looking at him, she quickly turned away. He stood there looking at her. "I think that I've really hurt her." he moaned inside his head. "Why did I have to say that to her?"
Hermione could feel his eyes on her, she had to say or do something. "Harry." she said forcefully, "I think that you are a-"
"Herm," Harry interrupted, "I-I'm sorry, I've had a bad day, I took it out on you." he said in a rush. Hermione stood with a set face looking at her feet. "I was out of line," Harry continued, "You mean so much more to me then a maid, you know that. We've been friends forever, and lately I thought we had something else going too, you know-"
"Oh hogwash, Harry!" Hermione spat, "Ever since I moved in here you've treated me like this. I'm not going to stand out here all night arguing with you. We have company and we need to eat dinner."
"Hermione, wait, please listen to me. I'm really sor-"
"I don't want to hear it." Hermione said and walked inside closing the door behind her.
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