A/N: Hey everyone this is my first fanfic so please review and I
will write more for you!
*****Chapter 1: At the Weasley's*****
Harry was lying on the floor in Ron's bedroom, telling anyone who bothered him to go away. He was in a very secretive mood. If only he could tell her how much he cared about her, how much he loved her for all of her help and her beauty. But he couldn't. Hermione wasn't one of those people who fell in love with her best friends. Harry couldn't tell her that he loved her, but it had been a secret to him since June. It was August, and September 1st was only two weeks away. Ron picked up him and Hermione in late June, and the Dursleys were only too happy to let him go away to his friend's house for another two months.
Harry had fallen in love with her while they were driving to the Weasley house. She was sitting right next to him, looking out of the window. Harry was in the middle, and on the other side of him was Ron. It had occurred to him that he had been in love with Hermione since his 2nd year, and he just never knew it. She had grown up to be such a gorgeous teenager, and he could see why Viktor Krum kept in touch with her. Ever since Harry left Hogwarts, he had been dying to tell Hermione how he felt, but he wanted to wait at exactly the right time. Now, very late at night, it didn't seem he should. However, Viktor Krum decided to send a letter to Hermione right when she arrived at the Weasley house.
Just when they got to the Weasley house, Harry found Hedwig perched on a kitchen chair. He had been waiting for a week for Sirius to reply to his other letter, and he snatched Hedwig's burden --- but it wasn't for him. It was for Hermione.
"Well, read it to us, Harry," said Hermione, as they were in Ron's room, careful to keep her voice low.
Harry didn't want to read the letter out loud. He didn't even want to hear what was inside of it --- but he was dying to know.
He opened it, making his hand hide Viktor's name on the front. Then, he started to read it out loud:
"IDear Hermione/I---"
Hermione then did something very strange. She tried to take the letter from Harry, but Ron held her arms back, grinning.
"Read it!" He said eagerly, still straining to hold Hermione back.
She gave up and turned around, her face hidden.
"IDear Hermione,
I am missing you dearly and even though it hasn't been a long time since we've been apart, I can't stop thinking about you. You've been on my mind for two weeks straight. Do you remember earlier this year when I asked you to come to Bulgaria to visit me? Well, I want you to come on August 10th, as that's when my mother and father are finally not doing something; they are very busy people. I have told them every detail about you, down to your beautiful toes."---(Ron laughed very loudly at this)---"Please write a letter back as soon as you can, because I will be waiting right here for you in Bulgaria.
Sincerely,
Viktor/I
Harry stopped and looked up at Hermione. "So, are you going to visit him?" he asked. Hermione wouldn't budge. She was still facing the other side of the bed, unable to speak. She then turned to Harry with tears in her eyes.
"Not anymore," she pouted, and she ran out of the room and into the hall bathroom. Ron shrugged, but Harry was aching to say sorry and kiss away her tears.
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Harry was still lying on Ron's floor when he realized that it was extremely dark outside, and Ron was fast asleep on his bed. He got up as quiet as he could and went downstairs to the family room, where Hermione was sleeping on the couch. He knew that she would be angry when he woke her, but she'd understand once he told her everything that was begging to come out ever since the last day of school. The clock in the kitchen said everyone was asleep at the time. He prodded Hermione in the shoulder, and she jolted awake.
She turned to him, rubbing her eyes. "Harry? What's the matter?"
He didn't know what to say. How should he put this? "We need to talk," he finally stammered. Hermione looked at a brilliant silver watch on her wrist; she had bought in on Vauxhall Road the day Harry told her there were no proper clocks in the Weasley home.
"At one o'clock in the morning?" she said sleepily, yawning widely.
Harry frowned. He knew that Hermione was tired, but he just HAD to talk to her. Hermione seemed to see the pleading in his eyes and she got wearily off the couch.
Harry and her went to sit on the floor right next to the couch; Hermione insisted this so she would be able to go to the couch without having to walk too much.
"Listen," Harry finally said after a few tense moments.
"I want to ask you something."
Hermione looked at him in the darkness.
"About what?" she asked, looking confused.
"About....." Harry couldn't say it.
"You and me," he said after about three minutes. Hermione looked at him.
"What about you and me?" she questioned him, looking more confused every second they sat there in the darkness.
"Our relationship towards one another," he told her, and she looked surprised.
Harry was longing to just tell her how much he loved her, and just marry her and be with her until the day he died, but he couldn't. Just then, a handsome Eagle Owl soared through the open kitchen window and put a letter on the floor next to Harry. It was from Professor R.J. Lupin.
«´¨`·. ¸. *. ¸. ·´`»«´`·. ¸. *. ¸. ·´¨`»«´`·. ¸. *. ¸. ·´¨`»«´`·. ¸. *. ¸. ·´¨`»«´`·. ¸. *. ¸. ·´¨`»
A/N: Okay, sorry for SUCH a short chapter, but believe me, it'll get better!
PLEASE REVIEW!!!
-Ithe babycake that is rachel/I-
*****Chapter 1: At the Weasley's*****
Harry was lying on the floor in Ron's bedroom, telling anyone who bothered him to go away. He was in a very secretive mood. If only he could tell her how much he cared about her, how much he loved her for all of her help and her beauty. But he couldn't. Hermione wasn't one of those people who fell in love with her best friends. Harry couldn't tell her that he loved her, but it had been a secret to him since June. It was August, and September 1st was only two weeks away. Ron picked up him and Hermione in late June, and the Dursleys were only too happy to let him go away to his friend's house for another two months.
Harry had fallen in love with her while they were driving to the Weasley house. She was sitting right next to him, looking out of the window. Harry was in the middle, and on the other side of him was Ron. It had occurred to him that he had been in love with Hermione since his 2nd year, and he just never knew it. She had grown up to be such a gorgeous teenager, and he could see why Viktor Krum kept in touch with her. Ever since Harry left Hogwarts, he had been dying to tell Hermione how he felt, but he wanted to wait at exactly the right time. Now, very late at night, it didn't seem he should. However, Viktor Krum decided to send a letter to Hermione right when she arrived at the Weasley house.
Just when they got to the Weasley house, Harry found Hedwig perched on a kitchen chair. He had been waiting for a week for Sirius to reply to his other letter, and he snatched Hedwig's burden --- but it wasn't for him. It was for Hermione.
"Well, read it to us, Harry," said Hermione, as they were in Ron's room, careful to keep her voice low.
Harry didn't want to read the letter out loud. He didn't even want to hear what was inside of it --- but he was dying to know.
He opened it, making his hand hide Viktor's name on the front. Then, he started to read it out loud:
"IDear Hermione/I---"
Hermione then did something very strange. She tried to take the letter from Harry, but Ron held her arms back, grinning.
"Read it!" He said eagerly, still straining to hold Hermione back.
She gave up and turned around, her face hidden.
"IDear Hermione,
I am missing you dearly and even though it hasn't been a long time since we've been apart, I can't stop thinking about you. You've been on my mind for two weeks straight. Do you remember earlier this year when I asked you to come to Bulgaria to visit me? Well, I want you to come on August 10th, as that's when my mother and father are finally not doing something; they are very busy people. I have told them every detail about you, down to your beautiful toes."---(Ron laughed very loudly at this)---"Please write a letter back as soon as you can, because I will be waiting right here for you in Bulgaria.
Sincerely,
Viktor/I
Harry stopped and looked up at Hermione. "So, are you going to visit him?" he asked. Hermione wouldn't budge. She was still facing the other side of the bed, unable to speak. She then turned to Harry with tears in her eyes.
"Not anymore," she pouted, and she ran out of the room and into the hall bathroom. Ron shrugged, but Harry was aching to say sorry and kiss away her tears.
******************
Harry was still lying on Ron's floor when he realized that it was extremely dark outside, and Ron was fast asleep on his bed. He got up as quiet as he could and went downstairs to the family room, where Hermione was sleeping on the couch. He knew that she would be angry when he woke her, but she'd understand once he told her everything that was begging to come out ever since the last day of school. The clock in the kitchen said everyone was asleep at the time. He prodded Hermione in the shoulder, and she jolted awake.
She turned to him, rubbing her eyes. "Harry? What's the matter?"
He didn't know what to say. How should he put this? "We need to talk," he finally stammered. Hermione looked at a brilliant silver watch on her wrist; she had bought in on Vauxhall Road the day Harry told her there were no proper clocks in the Weasley home.
"At one o'clock in the morning?" she said sleepily, yawning widely.
Harry frowned. He knew that Hermione was tired, but he just HAD to talk to her. Hermione seemed to see the pleading in his eyes and she got wearily off the couch.
Harry and her went to sit on the floor right next to the couch; Hermione insisted this so she would be able to go to the couch without having to walk too much.
"Listen," Harry finally said after a few tense moments.
"I want to ask you something."
Hermione looked at him in the darkness.
"About what?" she asked, looking confused.
"About....." Harry couldn't say it.
"You and me," he said after about three minutes. Hermione looked at him.
"What about you and me?" she questioned him, looking more confused every second they sat there in the darkness.
"Our relationship towards one another," he told her, and she looked surprised.
Harry was longing to just tell her how much he loved her, and just marry her and be with her until the day he died, but he couldn't. Just then, a handsome Eagle Owl soared through the open kitchen window and put a letter on the floor next to Harry. It was from Professor R.J. Lupin.
«´¨`·. ¸. *. ¸. ·´`»«´`·. ¸. *. ¸. ·´¨`»«´`·. ¸. *. ¸. ·´¨`»«´`·. ¸. *. ¸. ·´¨`»«´`·. ¸. *. ¸. ·´¨`»
A/N: Okay, sorry for SUCH a short chapter, but believe me, it'll get better!
PLEASE REVIEW!!!
-Ithe babycake that is rachel/I-