Disclaimer-I dont own Harry Potter. bummer.
Chp. 1 -Wanting
The winding path lined with beautiful white roses led the way to her destination. She didn't know where she was going or even how she got there; she just knew that she had to keep walking.
The air was warm and moist and filled with the smell of the roses, giving the air she breathed a bitter sweet taste. The sky was scattered with stars that seemed to shower upon her and her untouched world. The moon was placed so perfectly among the stars that it seemed twice a big. The garden was beautifully lit with fairies and the sweet hum of their wings.This has tobe heaven, so beautiful, so perfect.
She kept on walking, and spotted a beautiful red rose in the vast sea of white. She had to have it, for it reminded her of herself; a beauty that stood alone and was always over looked. She went to pick up the rose to carry with her, but as she went to pick it up she pricked her finger on one of the roses thorns; a painful reminder that beauty is to be seen and not touched. Feeling a tad bit discouraged she kept on her journey.
She walked for about ten more minutes until she finally found what she was looking for. There he was standing in all black, his hair going ever which way, the moonlight making his eyes glow that magnificent green, and a handsome smile on his slender face. She quickened her pace to meet this handsome man.
"I've been waiting for you." he said in a very loving tone, grabbing her hand. "You look absolutely amazing."
She wore a tiny black dress that fit her tiny body perfectly, it was strapless and came to just above her knees, and pair of black high heels to match. Her hair was half up in a clip, while the rest hung loosely around her shoulders.
"Thanks," she said "you don't look to bad yourself."
At this he smile grew wider, "I have something I want to show you."
She followed him through the garden until they came to a clearing, and in the middle was a small pond with a waterfall feeding into. Surrounding the pond were pure white water lilies the size of her hand. The water glowed blue from the light of the moon. Some fish were gracefully swimming around. The waterfall and the hum from the fairies collied to make a beautiful song; this is heaven she thought.
Hand in hand they walked around the pond, she stared at their reflection and couldn't help but think that they looked awfully good together. Everything was perfect, she was his and he was hers. She didn't need anything more.
They finally stopped at a bench and sat down. He pulled out of his coat a gorgeous red rose; just like the one she tried to pick early, and handed it to her.
"It reminded me of you," he whispered; and gently kissed her on the lips.
"Hermione get up!" she heard a voice say, "Hermione!"
"What? Go away!" she groaned.
"Sorry, can't, you need to get up, nice pajamas by the way." It was Ron.
"Ronald, what are you doing here?" she yelled, pulling the blanket up to her chin so he couldn't she anything.
"I am here to get you out of bed, so get up" he said "And what were you dreaming about anyways, you were making all of these kissing noises," he laughed "dreaming about me where you?" he said through giggles
She blushed down to the roots of her hair, "You wish," she hissed "now get out!" Throwing a pillow in his direction.
"Alright, alright but mum wants you downstairs, breakfast is ready." He said between laughs, and he headed downstairs.
"Men," she sighed.
She laid back down and pulled the blankets over her head. She's been dreaming about him for almost six months. She would fall asleep at night with the image of his face in her mind; that sweet smile, those vibrant green eyes and his messy jet black hair. The sound of his voice ringing through her ears, like her favorite song being played over and over again. She dreamed of what it would be like if he called her his own, to kiss his lips, to have him hold her tight. She would wake up in the morning wishing that he was by her side. But she knew that he would never love her the way she loved him.
It was getting to the point were she couldn't even look at him anymore without wanting to cry because she wanted him so bad. He talk to her oblivious to all of her feelings; she just wanted to scream to him, " I love you, I always have." But she kept it inside and she always would she told herself.
She sighed at these thoughts and got out of bed, its going to be a long three weeks, she thought.
She was staying at the burrow for the last three weeks of summer and so was Harry Potter.
Harry Potter was her rose; a handsome boy she could only dream about and would never have to call her own.
(AN- This is my first Fanfic, and its a bit rough. I can keep going if you like it, just let me know, i am always up for construtive criticism! thanks)