A/N: Hello! It's me again! Well, this time I decided to go in a different way... Since I've found SS/HG stories I am totally addicted to them and I decided to try and write one on my own. So here it is... I hope you like it! Please read and review and tell if you want more... I'm preparing the next chapter... Lov'u all! ^_^
Disclaimer: As you all must know by now, this characters belong to J. K. Rowling and her brilliant mind.
Secretly
CHAPTER 1
Hermione sat in the armchair of Gryffindor's common room looking to nowhere and thinking how her social life had changed through the years since she had gone to Hogwarts.
In her first year, when she had first met Harry and Ron, she didn't care about boys to date, she only cared about study, tests, classes, teachers and what she could do to be accepted in that new world she was entering. Besides, she was only 11 years old. Second year was a bit different because then she had the boys to joke around and she even defied the law by brewing that Polyjuice potion just to help his friends solving the mystery of the heir of Slytherin. Third year showed its differences when that simple touch between her and Ron's hands signaled the start of a more sensitive and emotional part of her life; adding to that she had even let herself loose control of her emotions when she started crying in Ron's arms. But of course nothing of this could compare to her burst out of crying when he didn't ask her to the Ball in their fourth year. At the end of that same year she had admitted to herself, and only herself, that she felt more than friendship towards the redhead. That year was one big challenge to all three of them with the Three Wizards Cup and the return of Voldemort, but even more because of all the turmoil their hormones were provoking, leading to the little 'breakup' in the boys friendship and of course her jealousy towards Ron lack of memory.
When they gathered Dumbledore's Army it was a great achievement since it was the first time she had so many people to talk to.
To top all of this, Ron's relationship with Lavender was horrible. 'Urgh!' she thought. That was the worst. All of that kissing and… hugging and… 'Disgusting!' But at the end was her name that he called when he was at the hospital wing! 'Take that, Lav-Lav!'
When at the beginning of the present year Harry finally defeated Voldemort and she had finally let her feelings show, Ron and Hermione decided to give it a try and started dating.
Now, sitting there, five months later, she was thinking how precipitated it was. She really cared about Ron but maybe not the way she previously thought she did. And of course, after only one week of dating he told her that he cared about her but like a sister and not a lover.
»»»»»---FLASHBACK---«««««
"Look, Hermione, I think it is better if we brake up. I don't want you to get hurt so it is better if we stop this now. The thing is that I love you, but like another sister…" he tried, shyly.
"I think you're right Ron. This was another way of learning that we should first think before we get into something. I like you. I really do. But, like a brother that I've never had."
"I couldn't have put it in better words!" he smiled.
"Of course you don't!" she returned the smile.
"Friends?"
"Of course!" she said as she gave him a bear hug.
»»»»»---END OF FLASHBACK---«««««
And now here she was, thinking about him. No, not Ron. Him. Her love.
The truth was that, since her sixth year, Hermione had developed a secret crush on a person that was an impossible mission. That secret crush had grown into a secret love, something she couldn't avoid nor forget or ignore. The problem was that she knew perfectly well that the subject of her affection could not – not even in her wildest dreams – reciprocate her feelings, so she had to just stay with her thoughts until, hopefully, someday she forget about it.
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Passo por ti (I pass through you)
Tu nem me vês (I don't even see/notice me)
Só mais um dia... amanhã talvez (Just one more day... Maybe tomorrow)(Secretly trying to know...)
Se algum dia os nossos mundos se irão cruzar (If some day our worlds would cross)
E fico à espera (And I keep expecting)
De ver em ti (To see in you)
O sentimento... que trago dentro de mim (The feeling... that I bring inside me)
Mas eu só posso imaginar (But I can only imagine)
O que podia ser (What could be)
Se eu te pudesse abraçar (If I could hug you)
Se eu te pudesse ter (If I could have you)
Secretamente á espera de um gesto, de um sinal (Secretly waiting for a gesture, a signal)
Secretamente tentando saber se dás por mim, afinal (Secretly trying to know if you notice me, after all)
Secretamente á procura de um toque, de um olhar (Secretly searching for a touch, a look)
Secretamente tentando saber... (Secretly trying to know...)
Se algum dia os nossos mundos se irão cruzar (If some day our worlds would cross)
Qual o caminho (Which path)
Que irá dar, a esse teu mundo (That will lead, to that, your world)
Onde eu queria entrar. (Where I would like to enter)
E tantas vezes, eu já sorri (And so many times, I've smiled)
Só por lembrar-me (Just from remembering)
Só por pensar em ti (Just from thinking of you)
E eu só posso imaginar (And I can only imagine)
O que podia ser (What could be)
Se eu te pudesse abraçar (If I could hug you)
Se eu te pudesse ter... (If I could have you)
Secretamente á espera de um gesto, de um sinal (Secretly waiting for a gesture, a signal)
Secretamente tentando saber se dás por mim, afinal (Secretly trying to know if you notice me, after all)
Secretamente á procura de um toque, de um olhar (Secretly searching for a touch, a look)
Secretamente tentando saber...
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She quickly fell asleep, her mind rambling through the images and memories she had of him.
*(^_^)*
Hermione was on her way to the greenhouses to have Herbology with her friends and classmates when suddenly she hit a stone wall. 'Wait a minute. There are no walls in the middle of the school grounds.' She thought as she realized that the 'wall' was not a wall and was definitely not made of stone. 'This is not a wall you idiot! It must be a student! Duh!'
"Watch where you're going, you silly girl!" she heard a strong voice from above her head.
'Oh my! I know this voice… And it means trouble.'
A/N: About the song... This belongs to Rita Guerra (a portuguese singer) and the music's name is Secretamente (Secretly in English). I tried to translate the lyrics to English the best I could but I am portuguese and I speak Portuguese better than English so forgive me my mistakes. ****