Hello everyone. For those who have read my first fic, the heart wants
danger, I know it sucks and I couldn't update so I removed it. Anyways,
here is another attempt at writing by yours truly. Oh, and my disclaimer:
I own nothing except for any new characters. Please Read and Review...I
don't update until I have a certain number of reviewers because it's like a
tally of how many people like my story. One more thing: most flames are
welcome.
Chapter One: The Summer So Far
Hermione looked up from her research as she heard her mom calling her name. She sighed and got up from her desk. Hermione's mom seemed to think that the older Hermione got, the more chores she should be assigned. Her mom continued to call her to the kitchen. Hermione resignedly walked over to the door and down into the kitchen. She knew it, her mother just wanted to make sure that Hermione would do the dishes before she got home from work. Figures, she thought. She went back upstairs and passed by the hallway mirror on her way into her room. Hermione pondered her reflection: She was no longer short and stumpy, but tall and slender, with her now mature body, perfectly proportioned. A clear, cream colored face stood atop a long neck and honey colored eyes looked back at her. Her mother had, at the beginning of summer, forced Hermione to go to the hair salon to do something to her hair. Thankfully, she now had soft brown curls that framed her beautiful face. Hermione sighed dejectedly. She was not used to the male attention she was now getting from the other boys in her neighborhood. The winks and whistling made her feel stupid and ditsy. Then she wondered if she would mind it if this attention came from him. No, she knew it would never happen. Harry would never think of her that way. He was more like her brother than anything else. But, now that she thought of it, he didn't really act like a mortified friend when she had kissed him at the end of their fourth year. He had even cut his date with Cho Chang short so that he could meet her. Hermione slumped back to her room and took her mind off of her confusing thoughts by reading the new book that she had bought on intermediate transfiguration.
Harry, back at number four Privet Drive, looked out of the window at the many stars outside and was lost in thought. He was still suffering at Privet Drive, but the Dursleys had gone back to ignoring him, and this meant that he could keep a good lookout for news about Voldemort without being disturbed. But this was not what Harry Potter was pondering. No, what he was thinking about was his Godfather. Had it really been only a month and a half since he had last seen his Sirius' face? He sighed and tried to put the thought away. Harry walked across the room and flopped into his chair. No, there was no use in thinking about that now, it was all over. He had no reason to worry. Now that the Ministry of Magic was doing all it could to stop Voldemort, Harry would have to just sit back and wait for news. He knew he would not be allowed to go to the Burrow just yet, or even to the Headquarters of the Order of the Pheonix. In fact, he doubted he would be allowed to go anywhere until Hogwarts started. He fell into his bed and tried to shut his mind off, but the images of a veil fluttering inches away from his hand just wouldn't go away.
Back at the Burrow, Ronald Weasley was fuming. His brothers had just walked in on him and found out...Well they found out something Ron hadn't even told Harry about yet. He lay back and looked at Pig sleeping. Ron envied Pig sometimes, the way he could just put his head under his wing and go to sleep without a care in the world. He heard his brothers laughing in the corridor outside of his bedroom. Ron was just about to give them a piece of his mind, but found he didn't care if they laughed. What was it to him if they thought what they thought? Why should they care if he liked her? He knew they weren't laughing at Hermione but at him, for finally falling for someone so hard that he had been scribbling hearts all over his parchment for 2 hours. It wasn't as if he had no hope of ever attaining Hermione's affection. His mood cheered as he touched his hand to the check that she had pressed her lips upon just last year before his first quidditch game and drifted off into a dream filled sleep.
A/N- yeah, I know the first chapters short, and kind of weird, but don't judge the story by this chapter, there'll be more soon. And the rest of the chapters will be like the book's narration, I just thought I'd let everyone know what was going on with the trio before continuing. Read and Review people.
Chapter One: The Summer So Far
Hermione looked up from her research as she heard her mom calling her name. She sighed and got up from her desk. Hermione's mom seemed to think that the older Hermione got, the more chores she should be assigned. Her mom continued to call her to the kitchen. Hermione resignedly walked over to the door and down into the kitchen. She knew it, her mother just wanted to make sure that Hermione would do the dishes before she got home from work. Figures, she thought. She went back upstairs and passed by the hallway mirror on her way into her room. Hermione pondered her reflection: She was no longer short and stumpy, but tall and slender, with her now mature body, perfectly proportioned. A clear, cream colored face stood atop a long neck and honey colored eyes looked back at her. Her mother had, at the beginning of summer, forced Hermione to go to the hair salon to do something to her hair. Thankfully, she now had soft brown curls that framed her beautiful face. Hermione sighed dejectedly. She was not used to the male attention she was now getting from the other boys in her neighborhood. The winks and whistling made her feel stupid and ditsy. Then she wondered if she would mind it if this attention came from him. No, she knew it would never happen. Harry would never think of her that way. He was more like her brother than anything else. But, now that she thought of it, he didn't really act like a mortified friend when she had kissed him at the end of their fourth year. He had even cut his date with Cho Chang short so that he could meet her. Hermione slumped back to her room and took her mind off of her confusing thoughts by reading the new book that she had bought on intermediate transfiguration.
Harry, back at number four Privet Drive, looked out of the window at the many stars outside and was lost in thought. He was still suffering at Privet Drive, but the Dursleys had gone back to ignoring him, and this meant that he could keep a good lookout for news about Voldemort without being disturbed. But this was not what Harry Potter was pondering. No, what he was thinking about was his Godfather. Had it really been only a month and a half since he had last seen his Sirius' face? He sighed and tried to put the thought away. Harry walked across the room and flopped into his chair. No, there was no use in thinking about that now, it was all over. He had no reason to worry. Now that the Ministry of Magic was doing all it could to stop Voldemort, Harry would have to just sit back and wait for news. He knew he would not be allowed to go to the Burrow just yet, or even to the Headquarters of the Order of the Pheonix. In fact, he doubted he would be allowed to go anywhere until Hogwarts started. He fell into his bed and tried to shut his mind off, but the images of a veil fluttering inches away from his hand just wouldn't go away.
Back at the Burrow, Ronald Weasley was fuming. His brothers had just walked in on him and found out...Well they found out something Ron hadn't even told Harry about yet. He lay back and looked at Pig sleeping. Ron envied Pig sometimes, the way he could just put his head under his wing and go to sleep without a care in the world. He heard his brothers laughing in the corridor outside of his bedroom. Ron was just about to give them a piece of his mind, but found he didn't care if they laughed. What was it to him if they thought what they thought? Why should they care if he liked her? He knew they weren't laughing at Hermione but at him, for finally falling for someone so hard that he had been scribbling hearts all over his parchment for 2 hours. It wasn't as if he had no hope of ever attaining Hermione's affection. His mood cheered as he touched his hand to the check that she had pressed her lips upon just last year before his first quidditch game and drifted off into a dream filled sleep.
A/N- yeah, I know the first chapters short, and kind of weird, but don't judge the story by this chapter, there'll be more soon. And the rest of the chapters will be like the book's narration, I just thought I'd let everyone know what was going on with the trio before continuing. Read and Review people.