Chapter 1
The snow was falling on a dark December morning as Harry and Hermione were heading for advanced potions class again. As they went through hall they saw a poster that said (.
| | |This Friday @ 7:00 in | |the Great Hall |
A shot of excitement went through Hermione as she stared at Harry. He was much taller and more muscular then he used to be; and was very good looking. She shook her head as her hair moved back and forth, knowing that she shouldn't like him and that they should stay friends.
The door was open as they swung into potions class and sat down next to Ron. For some reason Hermione couldn't stop thinking about Harry. Was there something wrong with her? This wasn't like her at all not answering any questions during class. She began to doze off thinking of her and Harry dancing together. Just as she was in the middle of the fantasy the teacher belted, "Class, read pg.210-222 in your book for homework and do the worksheet before you. With a flick of the teachers wrist an sheet popped up on Hermiines desk. She grabbed it off of the hard oak table and ran out the door to meet up with Ron, and Harry.
The butterfly's shot through her stomach again as she gazed at him. Why was this feeling in her she couldn't understand. Then all of a sudden they passed the sign about the dance again and Harry said, "Hermione, I need to ask you something."
The snow was falling on a dark December morning as Harry and Hermione were heading for advanced potions class again. As they went through hall they saw a poster that said (.
| | |This Friday @ 7:00 in | |the Great Hall |
A shot of excitement went through Hermione as she stared at Harry. He was much taller and more muscular then he used to be; and was very good looking. She shook her head as her hair moved back and forth, knowing that she shouldn't like him and that they should stay friends.
The door was open as they swung into potions class and sat down next to Ron. For some reason Hermione couldn't stop thinking about Harry. Was there something wrong with her? This wasn't like her at all not answering any questions during class. She began to doze off thinking of her and Harry dancing together. Just as she was in the middle of the fantasy the teacher belted, "Class, read pg.210-222 in your book for homework and do the worksheet before you. With a flick of the teachers wrist an sheet popped up on Hermiines desk. She grabbed it off of the hard oak table and ran out the door to meet up with Ron, and Harry.
The butterfly's shot through her stomach again as she gazed at him. Why was this feeling in her she couldn't understand. Then all of a sudden they passed the sign about the dance again and Harry said, "Hermione, I need to ask you something."