Disclaimer- Hey guys! So this is my very first Fanfiction... Hope it isn't too drab. All characters are owned by the Queen J.K Rowling herself.
Forbidden Love
It was a warm summer's night at Hogwarts, the sky was clear and all of the students were enjoying a very rare night of warmth and happiness. Hermione was sat in the Great Hall on the Gryffindor table alone, it was now Hermione's seventh year at Hogwarts, with the stress of NEWTs vastly approaching on top of the concern of The-Dark-Lord becoming more and more powerful with each day, she let out a hefty sigh. She stared down at the oak table, her head resting on her hand as she tapped her cheek delicately with her fingertips.
Hermione felt the bench wobble slightly, indicating that somebody had just sat nearby, she looked up and saw Ron sitting opposite her with a small smile on his face. 'Everything okay, Hermione?' he asked gently. She nodded, not saying a word. 'We're all in the same boat, 'Mione. We've just got to stick together' he said, hoping that his words would provide some form of encouragement to the stressed young witch. Hermione gave Ron a small smile, appreciating his effort of trying to cheer her up. She ran a hand through her frizzy, brown hair and let out another sigh. 'I know, Ron. But you know me, I let everything get to me easily.' Ron smiled softly and nodded in understanding. 'It'll get easier... I promise' he smiled, holding out a comforting hand to which she accepted and squeezed it in appreciation.
'Where are the others?' Hermione asked with curiosity in her tone. 'Harry is spending some time with Ginny in the Gryffindor Common Room.' Ron pulled a disgusted face jokingly to which, in return and to Ron's delight, brought a giggle out of Hermione. 'Come on, we've got an early morning tomorrow, we should get some rest. Don't think Snape would be too pleased if we turned up to potions half asleep.' Hermione once again giggled, thinking back to the time that Ron and Harry were caught talking about the Yule Ball back in their fourth year in the Great Hall which lead to Professor Snape forcing their heads down towards their books. She shook her head smiling and Hermione and Ron walked back to the common room reminiscing their time at Hogwarts and their experiences with teachers. Of course, Ron had more 'up-to no good' stories than Hermione.
The next day, Harry, Ron, Ginny and Hermione make their way down to the Great Hall for some breakfast. Hermione was getting concerned as Harry sat their rubbing his scar, as much as he tried to be discrete about it, you can't put anything past Hermione Granger. 'It's hurting you... Isn't it?' Hermione looked sternly at Harry. In response he nodded, and sighed. 'Eat.' Hermione demanded 'you need your energy, Harry-' 'Yeah Potter! Especially if you're going to be taking down The Dark Lord' an annoying voice sneered from behind Harry. Draco stood there with his two goons of friends Crabbe and Goyle, all three of them smirking. 'Oh disappear, Malfoy. Go piss someone else off, and do us all a favour and grow up whilst you're at it!' Hermione spat, her anger made very apparent in her voice.
Malfoy glared at Hermione but didn't dare to reply, instead he chose to just turn around and walk away muttering 'filthy Mudblood' under his breath. 'Prick.' Hermione sighed. 'Jeez, Hermione... I don't think I've ever heard you be so confrontational before... and the language...' 'Oh grow up, Ronald. We're at the brink of war with exams coming up and all you're bothered about is whether I have the capability to swear or not.' Ron instantly looked down, moreso out of fear.
Hermione sighed once again 'Look... I'm sorry, I'm just adgitated, you never know what each day can bring and I'm just stressing. I shouldn't be taking it out on you guys.' Ron just smiled and exchanged a look with Harry. Ginny sat in silence, amazed by how Hermione just handled Draco Malfoy of all people. 'Come on, I don't fancy being late for potions, that's just one less piece of unecessary stress that we need on our hands right now.' Ron and Harry didn't even think about questioning this. Harry stood up from the bench and kissed Ginny on the cheek, Ron looking away gagging. 'Oh grow up, Ronald' Ginny said while laughing. The trio made their way to the dungeons, Ron had a quick glance over at Hermione, her expression very clear that she was still incredibly pissed at the encounter that she had just had with Draco. It appears this year that Hermione has truly come out of her shell...
Hermione slammed her books down on the table before she sat down on her stool in the Potions CLassroom. She threw a death glare over at Draco to which he met with a poor excuse of a glare back. 'I swear he tries to piss me off in this lesson...' 'Swearing AND threats, Miss Granger? My, my... it looks like the Gryffindor know-it-all has just earned herself a detention with me as well as costing yourself 10 points from Gryffindor. My office, 19:00pm. I suggest you keep your threats to yourself in future, Miss Granger.'
Shit... Hermione never heard Professor Snape come in. A detention!? Never in Hermione's seven years at Hogwarts has she ever been given a detention! Now for Hermione this would normally upset her... but instead it just made her even more angry. She could feel Draco smirking at her without even looking at him. Ron and Harry were both shocked beyond belief... This time it wasn't them getting told off.
'Is she okay?' Harry whispered towards Ron, Ron just shrugged in return. Neither two of them could wrap their heads around why Hermione was suddenly acting the way that she was... Hermione had managed to go the rest of the lesson without making any threatening retorts towards Malfoy, and ignored the glares that her Potions Master was giving her. Little did she know that they were glares of interest... Snape was shocked to say the least at the way that Miss Granger spoke when he entered the room. Everybody else he would expect it from... But Miss Granger... he did not. Snape cocked an eyebrow curiously, then quickly resumed to scowling and casting his glare around the room.