IMPORTANT NOTE : I have a new alias, as you can tell, but I wrote this
story under my old alias, starre brooke, so don't think that I copied her
story. It's mine. Just fyi! (
SETTING: This takes place 5th year. Hence the (dumb) title. Also, I must apologize for the rather inadequate plot. I tried not to make this too fluffy, but I couldn't help it. Ok, just pretend that the back story (ya know the important Voldemort-type stuff) is there and is really good. Kay? Ok. Enough talk. READ!
DISCLAIMER: are any of you really going to sue me for playing with jkr's people? I didn't think so. So why must we do these?
5th Year Love
Part 1
By Emalia Jinx
"Harry! Ron! Over here!"
Harry and Ron spun around at the sound of that voice. And what they saw astounded them. It was Hermione. Only, not the Hermione they had seen a few months ago. This was a tanner, thinner, pig-tailed wearing Hermione. Ron's heart skipped a beat at the sight of her smiling face. She was lugging around a large trunk with her right hand, struggling with Crookshanks under her left arm and on her back was a rather shabby red backpack bulging with her schoolbooks. She was wearing denim shorts (a bit shorter than the boys were used to seeing on her), and a yellow tank top (a bit more girly than the boys were used to). And the pig tails. They were tied in yellow ribbons. 'She looks adorable' Ron was thinking to himself hoping no one would notice how flushed his face has suddenly gotten. Harry too noticed something different about her. It wasn't the clothes or the pigtails. It was something else.
"Hermione," Harry began, "There's something different about you. I just can't place it." He was looking at her, making her blush and giggle (Hermione! Giggle! Oh no!). "What happened to you this summer?"
"Probably spent all her time with Vicky" Ron mumbled. Unfortunately Hermione heard it.
"For your information, "she was no longer smiling, but Harry noticed a glimmer in her eyes, "I was not with VicTOR, I didn't even go to Bulgaria," Ron looked a up at her about to say something, but she cut him off, "but of course he did invite me. I said no. Instead I was traveling with my parents." She was smiling again. "We went all over Europe! It was great! France for a week, Italy for a few days, Germany, Switzerland, Belgium. I had a blast! And met so many interesting new people…" she lowered her voice and glanced at Ron, "and so many cute boys." He looked directly at her not saying anything. Harry just rolled his eyes. He knew exactly (well not exactly, they hadn't really told him or anything, it was just so obvious) how his two best friends felt for each other. She continued in a normal voice, " I was so busy, that's why I didn't write but that once. I'm so sorry, but I didn't really know where to look for an owl and I didn't know your address Ron, and Harry I just assumed the Dursleys would throw out your mail or something. You know what! I was so busy that I didn't even have time to get started on this year's books! (Harry and Ron started sniggering), No, I'm serious! I'm going to be so far behind. Argh! You two just don't get it!" She tried to look frustrated, but 'wow, he's so cute when he laughs…oh my gosh! What am I thinking, Stop it!'
Harry looked at his watch. Only 10 more minutes. Looking around the station, he saw many of his friends from school. There was Fred and George laughing about some prank (undoubtedly) one of them pulled this summer. Fred was standing awfully close to Angelina, who was looking at him with a strange adoring look in her eyes. George was facing Harry's direction, and seemed to be looking directly at him, but then Harry noticed he was looking past him at someone else…
"Hermione! Ron! Harry! Come on, let's go!" Ginny, Ron's cute red headed little sister was motioning for them to follow her through the barrier that would allow them to enter the hidden Platform 9 3/4 and take the annual train ride up to Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry.
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The train ride was rather uneventful. Normally something happens. Malfoy usually comes by to harass them. But not this time. Something was different. Everyone was unusually quiet. Hermione was mumbling back and forth with Ginny as they thumbed through the new issue of Teen Witch. They had gone into another compartment to talk to some of the other girls, but were back not long after that. Ron was staring off into space (and every now and then found himself looking at Hermione). Harry was sitting with his head leaned up against the wall, staring out the window. Thinking. What would this year hold for him? Every year something exciting happened. Exciting and dangerous. And in some way related to his archenemy Voldemort. He let out a deep sigh. Hermione, also by the window, tilted her head against the glass and looked at Harry.
Those eyes of his were so green. Bright and deep. When they looked at you, it was like they were looking through you. Into you. Like he was reading your mind. And that was exactly what he was doing now. A smirk appeared on his face as he looked at Hermione.
"What?" she said softly. Ron had fallen asleep and was snoring quietly. Ginny was reading an article in her magazine.
Harry didn't respond. His smirk turned into a grin.
"What!?"
"Nothing Hermione. Its just, you seem…happier. I don't know why, but it just seems that way."
"I am happy. I'm happy to be going back to Hogwarts, seeing all my friends, making new friends…"
"What do you mean?" He looked confused.
Hermione glanced at Ginny who was now also asleep. She laughed to herself. Like brother like sister. "Well, Ginny's grown up, out of her little girl phase. And today, we were talking, and I discovered we have a lot in common." She paused and looked Harry in the eye. "She's so sweet. And a lot of fun to be with." He smiled knowing exactly what she meant and they went back to staring at nothing in particular.
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The first day of school feast was fantastic. Roasted turkey, chicken, beef; a cornucopia of vegetable and fruits on every table; self-refilling pitchers of butter beer; pumpkin pie, cherry pie, apple pie, mince pie, chocolate pie, apricot pit. Name it and they had it. Everyone was jovial, having a splendid time.
Hermione was sitting between her two best friends but talking to Ginny (on the other side of Harry). Gred and Forge were seated on Ron's right, whispering to one another and occasionally bursting out with laughter. Fred kept glancing in Angelina's direction and smiling. Hermione noticed that Angelina was blushing. She smiled and then felt something against her leg. She glanced under the table. It was only Ron's leg. He had turned slightly to talk to his brother, and his leg was now resting against Hermione's. For some reason, she didn't mind.
After the feast was over, and Dumbledore had made his annual speech, everyone headed back to his or her dormitories. As Hermione was climbing the stairs to her dorm, she could overhear Parvati and Lavender behind her giggling about some cute boy.
"Something must have happened over the summer. Dean is so cute now. Almost cuter than Harry!"
Hermione rolled her eyes. Yes, Harry was indeed cute. Very cute. And those eyes. Wow! But she could think of one person was in fact cuter than Harry. Stop thinking this way! Just because you room with Lavender and Parvati doesn't mean you have to act like them…
She opened her trunk and started unpacking her clothes and putting them in her wardrobe. She looked at herself in the mirror on the inside of the wardrobe's door. Her hair was much smoother now, shorter, and not as bushy. She had gotten taller, but it didn't really matter. She was still inches shorter than Ron and Harry. She smiled. Her teeth were whiter than ever and perfectly straight. She looked at her lips. They were shiny with strawberry lip-gloss. She had allowed her mother to talk her into a tad bit of makeup and even some muggle clothes. She pulled three muggle dresses from out of her trunk and shook her head. When am I ever going to wear these? She just stuffed them in the back and shut the door.
"You look very nice, my dear," the wardrobe said in her sing-songy voice. Hermione bit her lip and smiled.
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Since this was their 5th year, the students now had to worry about O.W.L.s and getting top grades. Every evening, the Gryffindor common room was filled with all the older students working furiously on their piles of homework. Eve Fred and George were studying more now, which might have had an affect on their younger siblings who were always in a study circle with Hermione and Harry. This year was definitely more chaotic than the previous years, but even more so for Harry. Besides the hours of homework, he had Quidditch practice nearly every night and was constantly worrying about Sirius and Voldemort. Even thought he didn't let on most of the time, his two closest friends (and even Ginny) could tell Harry was not his usual self. Ever since the tri-wizard tournament, Harry blamed himself for a lot of the chaos that went on at Hogwarts (and for Cedric's death). Hermione often found him staring into the fire, late at night, when everyone else had gone to bed. One night, only a few weeks after school had started, Hermione crept out of her form, and walked silently down the stairs. There he was alone, sitting cross-legged in front of the fireplace. She walked towards him, but one of the floorboards creaked and he jerked around.
"What are you doing up this late?" he asked her. She walked over to his side and sat down.
"I could ask you the same thing." He turned his head back to the fire.
"I was just thinking. That's all. Nothing big."
"Harry, you've been coming down here every night for the last week. No wonder you look exhausted every day. Something's got to be bothering you. You can tell me."
"I know. Its just…" he paused and looked at her. An ashamed half-smile crept onto his face. "Its hard to say exactly…ya know, but…", he let out a resigned sigh, "I'm scared Hermione. I've never really admitted that before. But I'm scared. Scared for you and Ron, Ginny. I'm scared for Sirius. For everyone at Hogwarts. This whole thing has just gotten out of hand. Sometimes…sometimes I wish I'd never found out I was a wizard. Life would be so much - "
"Easier? Less complicated? I know what you mean Harry. I'm scared too. We all are." At times, Hermione could be very reassuring. She scooted closer to Harry and put her arm around him. "But not talking about it won't help. I understand if you don't wanna talk about it in front of everyone, but you can't keep it bottled inside of you. Talk to me. Ron. Ginny. Anyone. It will help."
"Thank you Hermione." She'd never seen him like this before. He was on the verge of tears and almost vulnerable. She hugged him. And he hugged her very tightly back. And before they knew it, they both had tears streaming down their faces.
"Its not fair! It's not bloody fair! I'm not one to complain, but this is not fair." But it's easier now that you're here. God, she must think I'm a baby, crying. I hope she doesn't tell Ron.
Hermione pulled away and dried her face. "What's not fair Harry? Tell me." She looked at him. He looked at her. Could he tell her? Tell her all of the things that seemed unfair. Could he tell her and not Ron, everything that made no sense to him? He looked into her concern and worry filled eyes. Yes, he could.
"Its not fair that Voldemort is after me and my friend. It's not fair that I don't my parents in my life and everyone else does. It's not fair that Cedric had to die. It's not fair that we're teenagers, already with regular teenage hormonal problems, growing up in a wizarding world AND having to deal with dark forces of evil. Its. Not. Fair."
She was smiling. Why was she smiling?
"Finally Harry! You admit what's wrong! You admit your feelings. It helps to talk about it doesn't it?" I can't believe he just said all that. I knew I could get him to open up.
Harry realized that it did feel good to get it off his chest like that. It was like a huge boulder had just been released from his back. It felt really good talking about it, not that he said a lot, but it helped.
"Harry, you need to go to bed. Ok? We can talk more, but not now. Its one o'clock in the morning. We both need sleep. Especially since we have double potions tomorrow. But we will talk some more." She smiled and Harry saw a glint in her eye.
They stood up and hugged. Without saying anything, they both could sense what the other was thinking and knew. Knew that there would be many a night spent down here in front of the fire, talking. Harry knew this was the beginning of a beautiful relationship!
SETTING: This takes place 5th year. Hence the (dumb) title. Also, I must apologize for the rather inadequate plot. I tried not to make this too fluffy, but I couldn't help it. Ok, just pretend that the back story (ya know the important Voldemort-type stuff) is there and is really good. Kay? Ok. Enough talk. READ!
DISCLAIMER: are any of you really going to sue me for playing with jkr's people? I didn't think so. So why must we do these?
5th Year Love
Part 1
By Emalia Jinx
"Harry! Ron! Over here!"
Harry and Ron spun around at the sound of that voice. And what they saw astounded them. It was Hermione. Only, not the Hermione they had seen a few months ago. This was a tanner, thinner, pig-tailed wearing Hermione. Ron's heart skipped a beat at the sight of her smiling face. She was lugging around a large trunk with her right hand, struggling with Crookshanks under her left arm and on her back was a rather shabby red backpack bulging with her schoolbooks. She was wearing denim shorts (a bit shorter than the boys were used to seeing on her), and a yellow tank top (a bit more girly than the boys were used to). And the pig tails. They were tied in yellow ribbons. 'She looks adorable' Ron was thinking to himself hoping no one would notice how flushed his face has suddenly gotten. Harry too noticed something different about her. It wasn't the clothes or the pigtails. It was something else.
"Hermione," Harry began, "There's something different about you. I just can't place it." He was looking at her, making her blush and giggle (Hermione! Giggle! Oh no!). "What happened to you this summer?"
"Probably spent all her time with Vicky" Ron mumbled. Unfortunately Hermione heard it.
"For your information, "she was no longer smiling, but Harry noticed a glimmer in her eyes, "I was not with VicTOR, I didn't even go to Bulgaria," Ron looked a up at her about to say something, but she cut him off, "but of course he did invite me. I said no. Instead I was traveling with my parents." She was smiling again. "We went all over Europe! It was great! France for a week, Italy for a few days, Germany, Switzerland, Belgium. I had a blast! And met so many interesting new people…" she lowered her voice and glanced at Ron, "and so many cute boys." He looked directly at her not saying anything. Harry just rolled his eyes. He knew exactly (well not exactly, they hadn't really told him or anything, it was just so obvious) how his two best friends felt for each other. She continued in a normal voice, " I was so busy, that's why I didn't write but that once. I'm so sorry, but I didn't really know where to look for an owl and I didn't know your address Ron, and Harry I just assumed the Dursleys would throw out your mail or something. You know what! I was so busy that I didn't even have time to get started on this year's books! (Harry and Ron started sniggering), No, I'm serious! I'm going to be so far behind. Argh! You two just don't get it!" She tried to look frustrated, but 'wow, he's so cute when he laughs…oh my gosh! What am I thinking, Stop it!'
Harry looked at his watch. Only 10 more minutes. Looking around the station, he saw many of his friends from school. There was Fred and George laughing about some prank (undoubtedly) one of them pulled this summer. Fred was standing awfully close to Angelina, who was looking at him with a strange adoring look in her eyes. George was facing Harry's direction, and seemed to be looking directly at him, but then Harry noticed he was looking past him at someone else…
"Hermione! Ron! Harry! Come on, let's go!" Ginny, Ron's cute red headed little sister was motioning for them to follow her through the barrier that would allow them to enter the hidden Platform 9 3/4 and take the annual train ride up to Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry.
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The train ride was rather uneventful. Normally something happens. Malfoy usually comes by to harass them. But not this time. Something was different. Everyone was unusually quiet. Hermione was mumbling back and forth with Ginny as they thumbed through the new issue of Teen Witch. They had gone into another compartment to talk to some of the other girls, but were back not long after that. Ron was staring off into space (and every now and then found himself looking at Hermione). Harry was sitting with his head leaned up against the wall, staring out the window. Thinking. What would this year hold for him? Every year something exciting happened. Exciting and dangerous. And in some way related to his archenemy Voldemort. He let out a deep sigh. Hermione, also by the window, tilted her head against the glass and looked at Harry.
Those eyes of his were so green. Bright and deep. When they looked at you, it was like they were looking through you. Into you. Like he was reading your mind. And that was exactly what he was doing now. A smirk appeared on his face as he looked at Hermione.
"What?" she said softly. Ron had fallen asleep and was snoring quietly. Ginny was reading an article in her magazine.
Harry didn't respond. His smirk turned into a grin.
"What!?"
"Nothing Hermione. Its just, you seem…happier. I don't know why, but it just seems that way."
"I am happy. I'm happy to be going back to Hogwarts, seeing all my friends, making new friends…"
"What do you mean?" He looked confused.
Hermione glanced at Ginny who was now also asleep. She laughed to herself. Like brother like sister. "Well, Ginny's grown up, out of her little girl phase. And today, we were talking, and I discovered we have a lot in common." She paused and looked Harry in the eye. "She's so sweet. And a lot of fun to be with." He smiled knowing exactly what she meant and they went back to staring at nothing in particular.
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The first day of school feast was fantastic. Roasted turkey, chicken, beef; a cornucopia of vegetable and fruits on every table; self-refilling pitchers of butter beer; pumpkin pie, cherry pie, apple pie, mince pie, chocolate pie, apricot pit. Name it and they had it. Everyone was jovial, having a splendid time.
Hermione was sitting between her two best friends but talking to Ginny (on the other side of Harry). Gred and Forge were seated on Ron's right, whispering to one another and occasionally bursting out with laughter. Fred kept glancing in Angelina's direction and smiling. Hermione noticed that Angelina was blushing. She smiled and then felt something against her leg. She glanced under the table. It was only Ron's leg. He had turned slightly to talk to his brother, and his leg was now resting against Hermione's. For some reason, she didn't mind.
After the feast was over, and Dumbledore had made his annual speech, everyone headed back to his or her dormitories. As Hermione was climbing the stairs to her dorm, she could overhear Parvati and Lavender behind her giggling about some cute boy.
"Something must have happened over the summer. Dean is so cute now. Almost cuter than Harry!"
Hermione rolled her eyes. Yes, Harry was indeed cute. Very cute. And those eyes. Wow! But she could think of one person was in fact cuter than Harry. Stop thinking this way! Just because you room with Lavender and Parvati doesn't mean you have to act like them…
She opened her trunk and started unpacking her clothes and putting them in her wardrobe. She looked at herself in the mirror on the inside of the wardrobe's door. Her hair was much smoother now, shorter, and not as bushy. She had gotten taller, but it didn't really matter. She was still inches shorter than Ron and Harry. She smiled. Her teeth were whiter than ever and perfectly straight. She looked at her lips. They were shiny with strawberry lip-gloss. She had allowed her mother to talk her into a tad bit of makeup and even some muggle clothes. She pulled three muggle dresses from out of her trunk and shook her head. When am I ever going to wear these? She just stuffed them in the back and shut the door.
"You look very nice, my dear," the wardrobe said in her sing-songy voice. Hermione bit her lip and smiled.
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Since this was their 5th year, the students now had to worry about O.W.L.s and getting top grades. Every evening, the Gryffindor common room was filled with all the older students working furiously on their piles of homework. Eve Fred and George were studying more now, which might have had an affect on their younger siblings who were always in a study circle with Hermione and Harry. This year was definitely more chaotic than the previous years, but even more so for Harry. Besides the hours of homework, he had Quidditch practice nearly every night and was constantly worrying about Sirius and Voldemort. Even thought he didn't let on most of the time, his two closest friends (and even Ginny) could tell Harry was not his usual self. Ever since the tri-wizard tournament, Harry blamed himself for a lot of the chaos that went on at Hogwarts (and for Cedric's death). Hermione often found him staring into the fire, late at night, when everyone else had gone to bed. One night, only a few weeks after school had started, Hermione crept out of her form, and walked silently down the stairs. There he was alone, sitting cross-legged in front of the fireplace. She walked towards him, but one of the floorboards creaked and he jerked around.
"What are you doing up this late?" he asked her. She walked over to his side and sat down.
"I could ask you the same thing." He turned his head back to the fire.
"I was just thinking. That's all. Nothing big."
"Harry, you've been coming down here every night for the last week. No wonder you look exhausted every day. Something's got to be bothering you. You can tell me."
"I know. Its just…" he paused and looked at her. An ashamed half-smile crept onto his face. "Its hard to say exactly…ya know, but…", he let out a resigned sigh, "I'm scared Hermione. I've never really admitted that before. But I'm scared. Scared for you and Ron, Ginny. I'm scared for Sirius. For everyone at Hogwarts. This whole thing has just gotten out of hand. Sometimes…sometimes I wish I'd never found out I was a wizard. Life would be so much - "
"Easier? Less complicated? I know what you mean Harry. I'm scared too. We all are." At times, Hermione could be very reassuring. She scooted closer to Harry and put her arm around him. "But not talking about it won't help. I understand if you don't wanna talk about it in front of everyone, but you can't keep it bottled inside of you. Talk to me. Ron. Ginny. Anyone. It will help."
"Thank you Hermione." She'd never seen him like this before. He was on the verge of tears and almost vulnerable. She hugged him. And he hugged her very tightly back. And before they knew it, they both had tears streaming down their faces.
"Its not fair! It's not bloody fair! I'm not one to complain, but this is not fair." But it's easier now that you're here. God, she must think I'm a baby, crying. I hope she doesn't tell Ron.
Hermione pulled away and dried her face. "What's not fair Harry? Tell me." She looked at him. He looked at her. Could he tell her? Tell her all of the things that seemed unfair. Could he tell her and not Ron, everything that made no sense to him? He looked into her concern and worry filled eyes. Yes, he could.
"Its not fair that Voldemort is after me and my friend. It's not fair that I don't my parents in my life and everyone else does. It's not fair that Cedric had to die. It's not fair that we're teenagers, already with regular teenage hormonal problems, growing up in a wizarding world AND having to deal with dark forces of evil. Its. Not. Fair."
She was smiling. Why was she smiling?
"Finally Harry! You admit what's wrong! You admit your feelings. It helps to talk about it doesn't it?" I can't believe he just said all that. I knew I could get him to open up.
Harry realized that it did feel good to get it off his chest like that. It was like a huge boulder had just been released from his back. It felt really good talking about it, not that he said a lot, but it helped.
"Harry, you need to go to bed. Ok? We can talk more, but not now. Its one o'clock in the morning. We both need sleep. Especially since we have double potions tomorrow. But we will talk some more." She smiled and Harry saw a glint in her eye.
They stood up and hugged. Without saying anything, they both could sense what the other was thinking and knew. Knew that there would be many a night spent down here in front of the fire, talking. Harry knew this was the beginning of a beautiful relationship!