A/N- My first real series! Woah, isn't that kinda scary? Well, this one is going to continue only if people review…and there's a new fanfic out by Fawkes! READ IT! It's the H/H awards! Time to vote! I wish I could vote for Mena… ::makes a face:: but I can't, her stories are too long. L check out that fanfic, and please review, or I'm not going to continue it!
Hermione Granger grabbed her books, and walked out of the common room. "Finally!" she said out loud, "Back to school!"
"I know how you feel…" came a voice from behind Hermione. Whoever it was jumped on her back. Hermione laughed.
"Ms. Rebecca O' Ryan, how the heck are ya?" said Hermione,trying her best to impersonate an 'American' greeting.
"Just Dandy!" she said in a deep, Irish accent. Hermione laughed a bit more, for it had been 3 months since she had really seen her best friend, who wasn't a boy.
"I had the most wonderful dream…" said Rebecca, slamming her back against the wall, and sliding down, a dreamy look on her face, "That James asked me out…"
Hermione began to laugh even more. "James… you mean, JAMES BLACK?" she asked, practically exclaiming, "Sirius's son?"
Rebecca smiled. "He's our grade, isn't he?" she said, giving Hermione an evil smile, then saying in a sing-song voice, "Oh, look… its Harry! OY! HARRY! OVER HERE!"
Down the corridor stood Harry Potter, talking with someone. Hermione shrieked with joy, and ran over to him.
"Oh my god! I missed you so much!" she cried, hugging him. Harry hugged back, saying how much he had missed her too.
"You interrupted my conversation with 'Professor' Cho, Herm!" he said, sarcastically. Hermione frowned.
"Oh my, I forgot about that. I'll make it for that job, not her. Believe me. If Minerva is retiring, then she'll defiantly give me to job before that stupid Ravenclaw." She said, folding her arms across her chest, as Harry began to laugh hysterically.
"You…shoulda…seen…your…. face!" he cried, through fits of laughter. Hermione put her hands on her hips.
"What's so funny?" she asked. Harry stopped laughing.
"I was joking, Herm… she's not a Professor!" he said, a little bit more seriously. Hermione rolled her eyes.
"I could care less if she was!" she said, walking over to where Rebecca was standing, talking to Ron Weasley in front of the Great Hall. Harry grabbed her shoulder, and spun her around.
"Herm, are you mad at me now?" he asked, looking worried. Hermione smiled.
"Yeah, Harry, I'm mad at you…my best friend, the only person other than Rebecca that I admire in this world. The guy I wish would lo- nevermind. No, I'm not mad at you!" she said, nearly breaking into a cold sweat. What had she just said?
"Ok, whatever Herm…" said Harry, grabbing her books right out of her arms. "I'm taking these…standard procedure, no studying during breakfast, you understand…" he ran off with her books.
"HEY!" she shrieked. He had taken her diary too. She bolted after him, running as fast as she could.
What if he opened it? He would be sucked back into her memories of him, and that would be horrible, seeing that she would be narrating the whole story. As she gained speed on him, he went into a secret passage way. Hermione ran right into a wall.
"Owww…" she said, rubbing her head. Harry came out of nowhere, looking very worried.
"Are you ok?" he said, kneeling down next to her.
"Yeah… I'm, fine…OWWW!!" she tried to move her ankle, but it wouldn't move.
"Oh no Herm, I'm so sorry!" he picked her up, worry in his eyes.
"My books!" she moaned. She needed her diary back, now…
"Right, hold on…" he ran back over to her books, leaving Hermione levitating in thin air.
"Sorry, weightless spell…" he took it off her, and she was really in is strong arms now. She just wanted to stay in them, even if her ankle was broken.
She started to doze off in his arms as they walked off to the Hospital Wing. But as she was just about to fall into a deep sleep, she was shaken awake.
"Well, I see we have a little trouble here…" said the new nurse, Madam Strejc. She motioned for Harry to put Hermione down on the nearest bed.
"Ow…" moaned Hermione, as Harry began to leave. What she was really saying was, Please…Stay! And Harry seemed to get the message.
"Can I stay for a little while, Madam Strejc?" asked Harry, pleading with his eyes. She looked him over and rolled hers.
"I know what it's like to be in love, sure…" she smiled sweetly at him, and then went to tend to a moaning Neville in the other room, who had spilled acid from potions all over himself.
"Love?" exclaimed Harry, laughing a bit, "That was weird!"
"Madam Strejc can read minds, Harry…" said Hermione, giving him an evil smile, "I met her in Diagon Alley this summer. Very nice woman if I say so myself!"
Harry began to blush deep crimson. "Well, I…" he stuttered. Hermione laughed.
"I was joking, Harry James Potter!" cried Hermione. He stopped blushing, and walked over to the seat next to her bed.
Hermione put her head down on the pillow. Harry reached over to the nightstand to get her a glass of water. There was a tense silence, thoughts flying through the air.
How deep did I blush? Thought Harry
Does he really like me? Thought Hermione
Finally, Madam Strejc walked back in. She looked at Hermione's ankle.
"Just a sprain…" she muttered, looking up at Hermione, "No way to heal those as of right now, I can give you crutches, and it will heal on it's own if you take this medicine, heals it in about a week I think…"
Hermione opened and closed her mouth a few times. How would Madam Strejc know how to do muggle nursing? In all her 7 years at Hogwarts, Hermione never had seen Madam Pomfry use muggle healing.
She helped Hermione out of bed, and gave her the medicine and crutches. As she did, the Bloody Baron and Nearly Headless Nick floated through the walls. Hermione let out a shriek, dropping the crutches, and falling to the floor.
"Very sorry, young Granger!" cried Nearly Headless Nick, "I'd offer to help you up, but I can't. You'd freeze to death I dare say!"
Hermione got up off the floor, and balanced herself on her crutches. "I'm fine, I'm fine!" she said, as Harry started to fuss over her falling. Hermione batted his hands off her shoulders, playfully, and they left the hospital wing.
"I'm so sorry…" he said, looking ready to catch Hermione if she fell. Hermione let out a snicker.
"Nevermind, Harry!" she said, still snickering, "Only a week, I get to go to classes late, that's all…"
"Why couldn't I have sprained my ankle?" he asked, sarcastically. Hermione kept walking. (with her crutches…)
As they entered the Great Hall, Rebecca ran over to them. "Free day!" she cried, laughing, "All the teachers took the day off! I wonder why…"
Hermione pouted. "I wanted to see Minerva!" she said, near crying. She had so much to tell her mentor, her mother away from 'home'.
"Professor McGonagall in school, Hermione. Must I remind you again?" came a voice from behind Hermione.
"Minny!" cried Hermione, hugging her teacher, "I missed you so much!"
Hermione had called her by her nickname for 2 years now. In their 5th year, Hermione and Professor McGonagall had spent 3 nights in Azkaban, and during that time, they had begun to call each other by their real names.
"Hello Hermione, I missed you too!" said Minerva, crying a bit, "What did you do to your foot?"
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Not me, him!" she said, pointing at Harry. Harry blushed a bit, but Minerva smiled a bit.
"Mr. Potter… keeping that secret still?" she asked, chuckling, her Scottish Accent bellowing.
Harry blushed more. "Yes ma'am." He said, looking at his feet.
"Well, I'm going to go and prepare tomorrow's lesson. Anyone up for it?" she asked, looking at Rebecca.
"Not me, Professor!" she said, making an X with her arms and swinging them, "Not today… no way. I don't wanna be a Transfiguration teacher no more! Not after seeing you turn into a cat!"
Professor McGonagall chuckled some more. "Of course, Ms. O' Ryan. Oh, isn't it wonderful to have all the O' Ryan's in this school now? I never thought I'd see the day that there was redder hair than Weasley's!"
Ron came walking back into the Great Hall. "Did I hear my last name?" asked Ron. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Professor McGonagall.
"I better get going…" she whispered to them, "I'm afraid I scare the wits out of poor Ronald…"
She chuckled, and walked out of the room. Ron turned to Rebecca.
"What was that all about?" he asked, laughing slightly, but nervously. Rebecca shrugged, and walked over to talk to James Black.
"Hey, Hermione, you know… the Prom is going to be coming up… you got a date yet?" asked Ron, sounding hopeful. Hermione rolled her eyes.
"No…Ron, I don't yet. But I have someone in mind…" she, only jokingly, went over to Harry, and stood behind him. She wrapped her arm around his chest.
"Hope ya take me…" she whispered, loud enough for Ron to hear. Harry let out a nervous laugh as Hermione left the Great Hall to go to get her books, which she had left in the Hospital Wing.
From Harry's point of view…
"WOAH!" wooped Ron, patting Harry on the shoulder as Hermione left, "You finally got your girl!"
Harry rolled his eyes, just as Hermione did. Then in a high-pitched voice, intending to impersonate Hermione he said, "No…Ron, I don't have a date yet. Why don't you take Rebecca? She's soooo beautiful!"
"Shut up…" muttered Ron, going to sit down. Harry followed him, as they sat next to James Black and Rebecca.
"So James…" said Rebecca, trying to sound as flirtatious as her eyes made her look, "Who are you taking to the dance?"
James looked up at her. He shrugged, and looked back at his porridge.
"Don't ignore me James…" whispered Rebecca, picking up her wand from the table, "You know, Me and Harry are… oh, hi Harry!"
Harry gave her a look, and went on eating his breakfast. Rebecca was getting desperate, and he didn't like the watch when those things happened.
"James…" Rebecca said, in her usual sing-songy voice, "Don't you LIKE anyone at this school?"
James looked up from his porridge, and gave Rebecca a smiled.
"Hermione Granger…" she said, smiling even more. Rebecca slapped him across the face.
"You idiot!" she screeched, marching out of the Great Hall. Harry patted a laughing James on the back.
"Your dad would do things like that…a lot!" he said, laughing so much it hurt. (What is it with me and my characters laughing all the time?)
"Yeah, to bad he's still in hiding. It really sucks not having him at home. But I'm used to it. I think I'm gonna ask Rebecca to that dance."
Harry stopped laughing. "Don't tell Ron that…" he whispered, not laughing. (Might I add?)
In dungeons on the way to potions…
"Prom! I hate Prom!" cried Neville Longbottom, trying to carry all his books to potions. Harry, Hermione, and Ron gave him a pitiful look.
"Sorry Neville, I can't go with you this year…" said Hermione, looking down at her shoes while walking, "I'm still hoping that someone will ask me out, not me ask them out."
Neville smiled at her. "Hermione, I'm gonna ask Ginny this year, you know that!" he said, tripping over his shoe laces.
"Oh gosh… you guys go ahead…" he said, bending down and picking everything up.
The gang rushed to potions, and got in right when class was about to start. Hermione sat down in the middle of the table, and Harry sat next to her.
"So Herm, we you just, kidding around, when you did that in the Great Hall?" asked Harry, his 7th year eyes gleaming. Hermione looked at him, and gave him a mysterious look.
"What do you think?" she asked, looking back at her book. Harry sat, stunned, because he now knew the truth. Hermione Granger liked him, and he wasn't going to chicken out this year. This year, Hermione would be his girl.
A/n- End.
All Character belong to J.K. Rowling except Rebecca O' Ryan.