The Beast Whisperer

Harry x Hermione

Romance

Authors Note:

It's -a- me! Electronic Product Information Management System! (or epims for short.)

I decided to write a new story.

This is supposed to be a Romance story. However, there's no sexual contact, other than the random kiss, or anything here. I don't see what that has to do with romance. I think if you are in love, being with the person is what matters.. But I wouldn't know stuff like that anyway, so just read and bear with it.

Also I don't consider myself as a romantic person, never having been in a romantic relationship myself. So I am totally clueless.

So yea, I'll cut it here and bring forth the line breaker. After that it's bed time for me. And for you to decide whether you liked it or not.

As a side note, nah forget it. #facepalm# #facepalm# #facepalm# #facepalm# #facepalm# #facepalm# #slaptotheface# #facepalm# #facepalm# (that was the line breaker btw)

The trip to Hogwarts - Part 1

Sitting by the window, the girl stared outside with a book in her lap. The sun had already left, and it was becoming darker and darker outside. She never noticed until now, having spent her time reading by the comfortable fireplace, in her soft and, amazingly, hard at the same time, sofa. But she had felt tired, which was the source of her action to look up. The night sky seemed so bright here, away from all artificial light. There were so many more stars than in the city. It was almost breathtakingly beautiful. Almost.

She let her mind drift around, enjoying her memories of the year that had passed. The homework she had enjoyed working on, the end of term exams that she felt she had done very good on, the boy she had befriended and helped. She could hear the portrait entrance slide open, and a pair of sloppy feet silently walking the ground towards her. She knew that walking style, it was one of the traits she loved about him. How he didn't care that his heels were dragged beneath him, not even bothering to lift them up – as if walking while deep in thought. He was most of the time though.

The staggering feet got closer. Closer. Until they stopped, directly behind her. Nothing happened at first and it was quiet. She knew who it was, but didn't turn around. She didn't have to. A pair of arms wrapped around her from behind. Nobody did this to her except him. She leaned her head back, resting it on his stomach muscles and she could feel his every breath. She closed her eyes, enjoying this moment as well.

"How was detention today?" the girl asked quietly, as if she didn't want to wake anyone up. The boy holding her didn't answer at first, but then she felt his chest vibrate as he spoke with his deep voice. The voice that she loved to listen to more than anything.

"Not too bad." he spoke, as quietly as she had but almost lazily forming the words. She loved the way he held himself while speaking, as if not caring about anything at all. She had tried to copy it for her own, but never quite got to his level. It was, after all, his voice for her, even though he rarely chose to speak in it. Not when there were people around.

Silence came naturally around these two and she sat in her chair, enjoying his warm, strong arms while he didn't move, knowing there was no use. He was happy where he stood, enjoying the starry sky.

The girl couldn't control herself any longer, and she stood, turned, and gave him a strong hug. She loved him. She felt that she was the only one who understood him, maybe she was right. Maybe he knew that.

They stared at each other, his black-eye giving him a mysterious look by the moon light. His ever present frown on place, and his emerald green eyes almost piercing through her soul causing a cold shiver to run through her whole body. He was definitely a scary person, but so kind and caring and clueless. He was wild like an untamed beast. But with her he was what could only be described as a lost puppy looking for help. Looking for someone, looking for love. And she projected all of this unto him, as he did the same to her. Her needing companionship, a friend. Someone to stand by her, someone to love her.

"So how do you feel about receiving detention on your last day of the school year?" she asked him with amusement. It was quite odd in fact, a treat not many could accomplish.

"Well, he asked for it. that guy. and I'm no good at magic, so.." he said. She knew exactly what he meant by that. He was always so serious. In fact, she had only seen him smile once.

"That's true," she replied. "I can't believe it's already been a year. Seems like only yesterday that we met."

..and nobody knew of their relationship.

"Yeah.."

Tomorrow they would go home again, separated from each other for a whole summer. She didn't know if she could handle it. Could he handle it? It was so bizarre to be away from your one and only, that she didn't know what to think of.

But she remembered that day now. She would never forget that day. It was the day she met him for the first time.

He was a beast, yes, but he was her beast. And they would forever and ever be together, in some way or another.

She knew.

He knew.

And that's when he kissed her for the first time.

#facepalm# #facepalm# #facepalm# #facepalm# #facepalm# #facepalm# #slaptotheface#

Hermione Granger loves animals.

She even has a cat whose name is Crookshanks, and he is very nice towards people. The problem with Hermione though, is that even though she loves animals; the animals can't find it in themselves to love her. It is a problem that she has had to live with for as long as she could remember.

Her cat had now ran away from her again, and she couldn't be bothered to go looking for him. She would only get scratched and bitten, so instead she sat in her compartment inside the Hogwarts Express, staring out the window.

She had already waved her parents goodbye. She had opened her fourth year defense against the dark arts book and read the table of contents.. and was now without anything to do.

When she didn't have anything in particular to do she always became more self-aware. She hated feeling that way as it made her brown bushy hair become even more bushy, in her opinion. No longer occupied with the small frame of a book, or the little world of a desk; she took in her surroundings and was frightened by how big the world really was.

That was what caused her to always feel anxious in meeting people.

What if someone was to walk in right now and see her sitting here. Alone in her gray Hogwarts robe, with the colors of her school house. The house that least replicated her personality.

Maybe if you looked in a negative mirror, you would see the opposite of what you are; maybe the sorting hat did this to her. maybe she was so pathetic, that the hat didn't know what to do other than to reverse all her traits and use that as a base.

Gryffindor; red and gold, the two colors she hated; Bravery, no, more like cowardly. She didn't care for other people, as others didn't care about her. There was no logical explanation as to why her being was sorted into that house. Hermione is smart, she know she is. Yet, the hat sorted her in this house.

A house where the average grades are below average of the school. The second to lowest. Hufflepuff being at the bottom of the chart. The only reason she could think of as to why she was in Gryffindor, was because the hat reversed her personality. That had to be it.

Shaking slightly, on the brink of crying yet again (thinking about her pathetic life had this effect on her), she tried to fix her hair a little. Settling with it behind her ears, she once again brought her hand in front of her mouth. Her abnormally large front teeth had been fixed, but she was still scarred with the memory of how she used to be teased and bullied because of them. Her small nose fit rather well with her new teeth that she got just last year. If anything, Hermione wasn't hideous.

Sure, she wasn't the prettiest either. But she was above average; she knew. However her hair ruined everything in her opinion.

This book though, she hated it for some reason. It was very well written, indicating the author knew what he or she was writing about. But seriously, who writes down that much detail regarding the three unforgivable curses? Also, how did this book even get approved for teaching material. It was pretty much as dark as it could get.

The only conclusion she came up with was that this year, their teacher in D.A.D.A was either a very powerful wizard, of pure blood?, or he or she was extremely skilled in her job.

She spent a while thinking of who it could be, she hadn't heard of anyone powerful except Headmaster Dumbledore, Lucius Malfoy, and of course Minister Fudge. Neither of these would be suited as a teacher. Well, Dumbledore was a private teacher to Neville Longbottom already; and he was the headmaster of Hogwarts, so a teaching position wouldn't fit in his schedule. Lucius just isn't the type to hang around disobedient children, and Fudge was the minister.

So it had to be an extremely skilled wizard then.

Who was a talented wizard? Of course, Neville, Dumbledore again, Draco unfortunately, Every one of the Aurors.

It had to be an auror.

Immediately her mood changed into excitement. An Auror for a teacher?

"Did you hear? Harry Potter is supposed to be joining us this term."

"That's odd.. I thought he was dead. Besides, isn't he supposed to be in our age group?"

"Now that's a fact we do not know for sure. After all, you can't trust the ministry with everything these days. That's what my father said, anyway".

The voices were muffled coming from the outside of her compartment, but she was still able to hear the conversation in its fullest. And thank god she did, because this was good news.

Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived, is after all supposed to be a hero. He will for sure be able to help make her life much easier to live. That was a hero's job, right? It was wonderful news.

Hermione was trying to imagine what he looks like and failed to notice the compartment door open, until the voice from earlier spoke again. though, more clear this time around.

"He isn't in here either. Hang on, it's the mud-blood."

White slick hair, gray eyes, the pointy chin, and the angry glare. Definitely Draco Malfoy. He was already inside the small wood colored compartment and had taken the seat opposite Hermione. His friend stood by the door, blocking it. There was no escape.

School hasn't even started yet and they found her already.

"Well, well. If it isn't little miss perfect." Draco started, and glared at her.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" she answered.

"I'm sorry?," The blond boy spat. He paused before continuing, in a more angry tone. "You should learn to show respect to the people who are better than you."

She chose to ignore them, hoping that they would just leave her alone for the time being.

"That's Mi-ster- Mal-foy- to you.." he said while punching her playfully on her head by each pronunciation. Though, it wasn't really a playful intent, if the pain it left was any indication.

"Just leave me alone!" she retorted to screaming, hoping a teacher was within hearing range.

"Oi, what's going on here?!"

This voice she didn't recognize, maybe because it was coming from the other side of the closed door. Was it? Did he come to save her? But it definitely sounded familiar somehow, she just couldn't put her finger on it.

"It's him" Crabbe said, looking back towards Draco after sneaking a view out the door. He lost his solid composure.

"What are you doing sagging like that, Crabbe?" Draco said, punching him in the back so Crabbe stood up straight.

"Come on, draw your wand"

Crabbe did as he was told, and in that instant the compartment door opened. In walked a tall boy with his Quidditch captain clothes on, his trusty guitar on his back and the fierce red hair.

His many freckles burned in anger as he took in the scene in front of him.

"Hi, Hermione" he said, turning his anger into a smile so fast it scared her. "Um.. Hi Ron." she answered. What to do now? Should she do anything, or leave the rest up to Ron?

"Hello Draco, Crabbe" he continued, but his smile wasn't real. Hermione knew.

"Come on Crabbe, we will leave. Nice talking to you, mud-blood".

And they left.

Now, why can't Hermione be like that? The confidence that Ron emits is not normal, in fact it's almost magical. True, he is the single most popular guy in school, and he knows it. Which can make him a bit cocky at times, but he also talk with everybody and most importantly he cares about everyone.

Even Draco

Hermione doesn't understand how he can control his emotions so well, Ron's eyes definitely shouted kill, but he remained calm and greeted Draco and Crabbe quite normal.

"You ok?" he asked.

Was she really? Yes, she was "ok" but she didn't feel that great. "Yeah.." she answered, hoping it sounded convincing in some sense. Ron, albeit popular, wasn't exactly the brightest.

"Hmm.. Well, someone else is calling. I'd better go rescue them as well." So she wasn't anything other than a victim after all.. "Yea," she said, but then remembered

"Oh, by the way Ron: did you hear Harry Potter is supposed to be starting this year?"

Ron stopped in his tracks and turned around again to look at her.

"What? No, this is new to me. You mean, he isn't dead after all? Wow. I mean, maybe he is on the train right now?!"

And he left, totally forgetting about the lonely girl now standing in her small compartment, looking on as the door slid to a close.

Maybe a hero won't come for her after all.