Would You Kiss Me?
1 By HazelMist
(A Hermione story mostly. In the future it will be a H/H fic but right now it is just starting off. Don't worry romance to come. I hope you enjoy it. Ill post more soon.)
1.1 Chapter 1
The sun shone brightly in the large open sky. The sky a soft shade of blue was cloudless and reached down and touched the earth upon the horizon. Everything seemed more alive and awake just waiting for something exciting to start while getting ready for the new day.
In a quiet neighborhood everyone was busying them-self getting ready for the brand new day. Sunny days like these were rare in London even in the summer. Everyone wanted to get outside and enjoy the day.
Lined up among all the others was a medium sized white painted house. One car was parked in the short driveway. The other had already left with its owner off for a job. The house looked quiet like all the others but something was different.
"Mother do you know where I placed my Transfiguration book?" Hermione asked her mother. She climbed out from underneath her bed dusting herself off. The last time she cleaned under there was a week ago. Luckily she never kept anything there she thought as she picked a small bit of dust off her shirt.
Mrs. Granger appeared in the doorway of her room. "Hermione dear what have I told you about reading out in the yard." The woman shook her head and took a thick book from behind her back. She dropped it upon the neatly made bed making a crease in it. The woman bent down and smoothed it out and then picking up the book handed it to her daughter who was climbing out from underneath the bed.
"Oops I must have left it out there. Thanks." Hermione said smiling shyly at her mother hoping she wasn't mad. Her mother had told her about a thousand times not to leave her books out in the yard. She managed to leave her books all over the place since she was always reading but she preferred the yard, and so that's where they usually ended up.
A faint buzzing sound was heard coming form the other room. "That's the laundry. Hermione I expect you to be ready in ten minutes." The woman hurried out of Hermiones bedroom leaving the girl alone.
Hermione moved herself into a sitting position. She leaned against the bottom of her bed and moved into a shaft of bright sunlight briefly blinding her.
She had grown into a pretty girl. Her thick brown medium length hair gleamed in the bright sudden sunlight revealing several highlights different spots where other colors shown only in bright sunlight. Her slender hand reached up and touched her forehead shading her eyes from the bright sunlight. They were glittering brown and had become observant over the years. She was quick to see things that others did not.
The rays of sunlight caught upon the glittering gold chain that hung around her neck. Fragile and delicate it was and yet strong, a little bit like her. Her other hand touched upon the chain drawing a charm that had been hidden at the back of her neck to the front. It was a small little heart and seemed to go perfectly with the necklace. She placed it in the center and then stood up getting up of the carpet and out of the bright sun.
She rubbed her eyes. She was still a little tired. Her parents had taken her out to dinner last night and they had been out rather late. This morning she had been so excited and nervous that she had gotten up at 6:30 am. It was no wonder she was excited. She was going back to Hogwarts for her fifth year.
Hermione Granger was a witch. A darn good one too. A little more then five years ago she had received a strange letter in the mail. It was an invitation to Hogwarts only the best school of witchcraft and wizardry. At first she thought that she would never fit in. But she was now at the top of her class and had two great friends, Ron Weasley and Harry Potter.
She dropped her Transfiguration book into a large trunk. Speaking of Harry and Ron, she hadn't seen them since they had left the train station last summer. She was supposed to meet them over the summer but somehow they had not been able too. Ron was slow when returning owls because Pig was so small and Ron always procrastinated. Harry must have been locked up in his room all summer or maybe somebody was holding his letters. She shrugged for she had received a few but not as many as she was used to from them.
Hermione turned around. "Crookshanks?" She wondered where the clever cat had gone. Suddenly behind her appeared the large ginger colored cat. He brushed by her with his bushy tail high in the air and purred loudly.
Hermione reached down and picked him up petting his silky fur and rubbing her face against it. She kissed him once more and then placed him inside of a wicker basket that was sitting on the bed. She gave her cat one last pat and then reluctantly tied down the top. Her Dad and Mom did not want Crookshanks to wreck the car. There's always the train Hermione thought remembering Ron's rat Scabbers. She chuckled and picked up the basket that was now making loud noises of discomfort.
Mrs. Granger appeared in the doorway of Hermione's bedroom. She watched her daughter silently getting her baggage together. She had grown into such a beautiful girl. She hadn't even recognized Hermione when she had gotten back from school. But now, now she was even more beautiful then even then.
The woman sighed she hated it when her daughter always had to leave for what seemed like ages. She dabbed at her eyes and then turned behind her seeing her husband standing behind her watching his little girl all grown up.
"I know what you're thinking because I'm thinking it too." He whispered to her softly. Mrs. Granger hugged him tightly hoping to stop her tears. She reluctantly let go and then she nodded. Both of them turned to their daughter.
"Hermione its time to go." Mrs. Granger said putting on a weak smile as an attempt to cover her tears.
Hermione looked up and saw through the pasted on smile. She walked over to them and hugged them both tightly. "Don't cry I'll be back for Christmas this year. I promise." She said hugging them tightly. She was going to miss them dreadfully but she was also going to be having a good time.
"We better go." Mr. Granger said picking up her trunk and turning out of the room.
Mrs. Granger toyed with her daughter's necklace the one she had given her last night at dinner. Hermiones father had given it to Mrs. Granger when she was a little older then Hermione. It was so hard to see her daughter all grown up especially with that necklace on.
"Don't grow up anymore I cant handle it." She said laughing. Hermione hugged her.
"Don't worry mother. I'll always be your baby." She tried not to cry as she drew away and picked up the wicker basket that spit at her loudly. They both laughed and took the last things out to the car.
(Review please I want to know what you think and whether I should continue. Thanks Hazelmist.)
1 By HazelMist
(A Hermione story mostly. In the future it will be a H/H fic but right now it is just starting off. Don't worry romance to come. I hope you enjoy it. Ill post more soon.)
1.1 Chapter 1
The sun shone brightly in the large open sky. The sky a soft shade of blue was cloudless and reached down and touched the earth upon the horizon. Everything seemed more alive and awake just waiting for something exciting to start while getting ready for the new day.
In a quiet neighborhood everyone was busying them-self getting ready for the brand new day. Sunny days like these were rare in London even in the summer. Everyone wanted to get outside and enjoy the day.
Lined up among all the others was a medium sized white painted house. One car was parked in the short driveway. The other had already left with its owner off for a job. The house looked quiet like all the others but something was different.
"Mother do you know where I placed my Transfiguration book?" Hermione asked her mother. She climbed out from underneath her bed dusting herself off. The last time she cleaned under there was a week ago. Luckily she never kept anything there she thought as she picked a small bit of dust off her shirt.
Mrs. Granger appeared in the doorway of her room. "Hermione dear what have I told you about reading out in the yard." The woman shook her head and took a thick book from behind her back. She dropped it upon the neatly made bed making a crease in it. The woman bent down and smoothed it out and then picking up the book handed it to her daughter who was climbing out from underneath the bed.
"Oops I must have left it out there. Thanks." Hermione said smiling shyly at her mother hoping she wasn't mad. Her mother had told her about a thousand times not to leave her books out in the yard. She managed to leave her books all over the place since she was always reading but she preferred the yard, and so that's where they usually ended up.
A faint buzzing sound was heard coming form the other room. "That's the laundry. Hermione I expect you to be ready in ten minutes." The woman hurried out of Hermiones bedroom leaving the girl alone.
Hermione moved herself into a sitting position. She leaned against the bottom of her bed and moved into a shaft of bright sunlight briefly blinding her.
She had grown into a pretty girl. Her thick brown medium length hair gleamed in the bright sudden sunlight revealing several highlights different spots where other colors shown only in bright sunlight. Her slender hand reached up and touched her forehead shading her eyes from the bright sunlight. They were glittering brown and had become observant over the years. She was quick to see things that others did not.
The rays of sunlight caught upon the glittering gold chain that hung around her neck. Fragile and delicate it was and yet strong, a little bit like her. Her other hand touched upon the chain drawing a charm that had been hidden at the back of her neck to the front. It was a small little heart and seemed to go perfectly with the necklace. She placed it in the center and then stood up getting up of the carpet and out of the bright sun.
She rubbed her eyes. She was still a little tired. Her parents had taken her out to dinner last night and they had been out rather late. This morning she had been so excited and nervous that she had gotten up at 6:30 am. It was no wonder she was excited. She was going back to Hogwarts for her fifth year.
Hermione Granger was a witch. A darn good one too. A little more then five years ago she had received a strange letter in the mail. It was an invitation to Hogwarts only the best school of witchcraft and wizardry. At first she thought that she would never fit in. But she was now at the top of her class and had two great friends, Ron Weasley and Harry Potter.
She dropped her Transfiguration book into a large trunk. Speaking of Harry and Ron, she hadn't seen them since they had left the train station last summer. She was supposed to meet them over the summer but somehow they had not been able too. Ron was slow when returning owls because Pig was so small and Ron always procrastinated. Harry must have been locked up in his room all summer or maybe somebody was holding his letters. She shrugged for she had received a few but not as many as she was used to from them.
Hermione turned around. "Crookshanks?" She wondered where the clever cat had gone. Suddenly behind her appeared the large ginger colored cat. He brushed by her with his bushy tail high in the air and purred loudly.
Hermione reached down and picked him up petting his silky fur and rubbing her face against it. She kissed him once more and then placed him inside of a wicker basket that was sitting on the bed. She gave her cat one last pat and then reluctantly tied down the top. Her Dad and Mom did not want Crookshanks to wreck the car. There's always the train Hermione thought remembering Ron's rat Scabbers. She chuckled and picked up the basket that was now making loud noises of discomfort.
Mrs. Granger appeared in the doorway of Hermione's bedroom. She watched her daughter silently getting her baggage together. She had grown into such a beautiful girl. She hadn't even recognized Hermione when she had gotten back from school. But now, now she was even more beautiful then even then.
The woman sighed she hated it when her daughter always had to leave for what seemed like ages. She dabbed at her eyes and then turned behind her seeing her husband standing behind her watching his little girl all grown up.
"I know what you're thinking because I'm thinking it too." He whispered to her softly. Mrs. Granger hugged him tightly hoping to stop her tears. She reluctantly let go and then she nodded. Both of them turned to their daughter.
"Hermione its time to go." Mrs. Granger said putting on a weak smile as an attempt to cover her tears.
Hermione looked up and saw through the pasted on smile. She walked over to them and hugged them both tightly. "Don't cry I'll be back for Christmas this year. I promise." She said hugging them tightly. She was going to miss them dreadfully but she was also going to be having a good time.
"We better go." Mr. Granger said picking up her trunk and turning out of the room.
Mrs. Granger toyed with her daughter's necklace the one she had given her last night at dinner. Hermiones father had given it to Mrs. Granger when she was a little older then Hermione. It was so hard to see her daughter all grown up especially with that necklace on.
"Don't grow up anymore I cant handle it." She said laughing. Hermione hugged her.
"Don't worry mother. I'll always be your baby." She tried not to cry as she drew away and picked up the wicker basket that spit at her loudly. They both laughed and took the last things out to the car.
(Review please I want to know what you think and whether I should continue. Thanks Hazelmist.)