AN: This story was made in inspiration of my good friend Jeremiah who has been constantly
baggering me to post something. I hope you enjoy this one-shot (possible longer story).
Harry and Hermione were sitting in the library working on a charms progect. Well, Hermione was
working anyway. Harry was lost in his thoughts pondering something.
Hermione looked up realising his glazed eyes and sighs. She snapped her finger in front of
his eyes twice to gain his attention and then said, "Harry, you need to concentrate."
He merely looked at her and shook his head in the negative, Although the exchange was
silent, Hermione knew what he meant. It was no use trying to get him to concentrate when he was like
this, daydreaming and unaware of where he was. They had grown close over the war and on the horcrux
hunt she had found out his true amitions and the fact that he considered her an older sister. She had
always thought of him as a little brother, but to hear he felt the same made her heart swell with joy.
Almost twenty minutes had passed before either spoke, Harry was the one who broke the
silence.
" 'Mione, you shuold write a book." He stated quietly and quite abruptly.
He said it so suddenly that Hermione started.
"Why ios that, Harry? I bet if I wrote a story no one would buy it, regardless of you and the
Weasly's of course.
"Wanna make a bet? 20 Galleons that you get over 100 buyers and you have to write more if
I win. If you win, you get 20 galleons and you can take everyone of them off the shelves."
"Deal." She said evenly.
After a while she looked at hima and asked "Do you really think I'll be that grand of an author?"
Harry looked at her Gob-smacked at the question she had just pondered aloud.
" Are you kidding me? You're a literal encyclopedia! You could write a decades worth of books
and still have more words to say stringing from your mind! I mean-"
Hermione quickly cut him off by clamping her hand over his mouth. She then whispered loudly, "Harry!
Be quiet! Do you want the old hag to kick us out?" reffering to Madame Pince who was just a few
aisles away.
Harry freeaked. I mean, who wouldn't? Hermione, Hermione Granger, had just insulted a teacher
and a library teacher no less!
"Are you gonna shut your trap now?" She whispered, her head suddenly leaned toward his trying
to keep this conversation at a quieter level.
Getting over his shock he slowly nodded his head, silently agreeing that he would hold off until
they got back to the common room later that night.
" Back to buisness, we need to finish this work before tomorrow otherwise Flitwick will be absolutley
livid. I'll talk to you later about all of this."
And talk they did...
AN: What do you think should happen next? I know I'm going to introduce someone into 'Mione's
life soon. What do you think will happen to the bet?
