Hey guys. How are you all. This is a Harry/Hermione fic. Basically it is about their Seventh year at Hogwarts since the middle of Decembe and beyond. It depends on how far I decide to go. I hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me. I own nada. It all belongs to J.K. Rowling.
Chapter 1: The realization
-------------Hermione's POV-------------
I watch him. I watch him everyday. I wonder if he notices. I don't think so. I know I'm in love with him but I don't want to ruin our friendship if he doesn't feel the same. But how do I tell him? I'm in love with Harry Potter, my best friend! I don't want to ruin our friendship. But if I don't tell him I'll burst. I know Ron notices. I've seen Ron look at me in realization and wonder. He notices that I look at Harry different. He sees the love in my eyes that I have for Harry and only Harry. I know he does cause Ron told me he sees it. I wish Harry could see it. See it, so that I won't have to tell him, and he'll just know. But honestly, the Savior of the Wizarding world can be so dense sometimes. I sometimes wonder why he chose me, Hermione Granger as a friend. There are hundreds of people he could have chose to be his best friend. But he chose me. And I'm glad.
-------------Harry's POV-------------
I love her. I love her more then anything in the world. But does she notice? No. Ron tells me she loves me back, but that can't be true, can it? I don't want to risk our friendship. I don't know if I could stand it if I lost her friendship once she finds out how I feel. To her I am just one of her 2 best friends. She's so smart, gorgeous and just plain Hermione. But I wouldn't change a thing about her. Not even if you offered me the world. I love the way she smiles, I love the way she laughs, I even love the looks she gives us when she knows we haven't done our homework. I wish she could love me. Just a fraction of how much I love her. But could it ever be? I doubt it. I just want her to be happy. As long as she's happy, I'm happy. Or at least I try to be. I don't think I'll ever be totally happy unless I have her. And the chances of that our zero to none.
-------------Narrator's POV-------------
It was a day like any other day and Harry got up extra early so that he could get in a little flying practice before breakfast. He walked outside at a fast pace and saw someone sitting on the Quiddich stands. He was wondering why someone would be sitting on the stands this early in the morning. He glanced up and realized it was 'Mione. He started to walk up to her, and since it was almost Christmas the weather was cold.
"What are you doing out here in the cold 'Mione?" Harry asked his best friend and sat down beside her.
"Just thinking," she answered and looked into Harry's eyes, "One might ask you the same thing, though,"
Harry held up his broom, "I'm going to fly for a while," and he started to walk back down the stairs shooting her one of his goofy grins.
"Just be careful," Hermione called to him.
"I'll be okay," Harry answered as he got on his broom. "No worries,"
Harry flew up into the air, aware that Hermione was watching his every move. He flew around for a bit. When he glanced down, he saw Malfoy and his cronies coming this direction. He swooped lower and warned Hermione. She was staying hidden.
Harry then focused his attention on Malfoy. A little too late though. He saw a snowball just inches in front of him and it hit him square in the face, sending his broom into a dive, and by the time he realized what was happening it was too late and he crashed into the ground. He heard Hermione running to him.
"Harry, Harry are you okay?" Hermione kneeled on the ground. Harry was awake but in too much pain to open his eyes, "You have to wake up, Harry, please, I love you, Harry."
It took Harry a few minutes to open his eyes. A relieved smile broke across Hermione's face when they opened, "Come on Harry, we need to get you to Madame Pomfrey," Hermione helped him up and supported him to the infirmary.
When he got to the infirmary, Madame Pomfrey examined him and said he could go to class but he had to eat his breakfast here.
While Harry was eating his breakfast, Hermione came back in. "Are you okay?"
"Yes, I'm fine," Harry reassured her, "A little sore, but I'll live." he paused. "Did you mean it?"
"Did I mean what?" Hermione asked, her throat going dry.
"Do you love me?"
"Of course I love you Harry,"
"As more then a friend?" Harry looked into her eyes.
"Yes, yes..." she stammered as she turned to go. "I'm sorry Harry."
Harry grabbed onto Hermione's hand "sorry for what?" he asked her softly.
"Sorry for loving you, I know this will ruin our friendship."
Harry tightened his grip on Hermione's wrist, massaging her hand. "Why would it ruin our friendship?"
"Because now that you know, it's going to be awkward between us."
Harry got up from the bed and wrapped his arms around her waist. "Not if I love you too," he whispered into her hair.
"You love me," Hermione whispered.
"Yes," Harry turned Hermione around and looked directly in her eyes, "Very much." he wiped a single tear that had escaped off her cheek.
"Oh Harry," Hermione buried her head into his shoulder. "You'll never believe how long I've been waiting to hear you say that."
"Probably as long as I have been waiting for those same words," He turned her head to look in his eyes again. "Because I have been waiting to hear you say those words for a long time." He paused for a second. "Hermione Jane Granger, will you do me the honor of becoming my girlfriend?"
"Of course, that's another thing that I have been hoping for, for a long time!"
"Me too," Harry whispered as he lowered his lips to hers.
When they broke apart, Hermione was the first to speak "We need to go to class." She took Harry's hand in her own and walked out of the infirmary. Harry knew that he would be able to stop a thousand Dementors with his patronus now. Because hearing Hermione say those words, was the happiest moment in the world.
Okay guys. Here is chapter 1. What do you think? I'm going to be updating two stories now. Oh well. I'll make sure to update soon. In the meantime please review. Tell me what you think.
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me. I own nada. It all belongs to J.K. Rowling.
Chapter 1: The realization
-------------Hermione's POV-------------
I watch him. I watch him everyday. I wonder if he notices. I don't think so. I know I'm in love with him but I don't want to ruin our friendship if he doesn't feel the same. But how do I tell him? I'm in love with Harry Potter, my best friend! I don't want to ruin our friendship. But if I don't tell him I'll burst. I know Ron notices. I've seen Ron look at me in realization and wonder. He notices that I look at Harry different. He sees the love in my eyes that I have for Harry and only Harry. I know he does cause Ron told me he sees it. I wish Harry could see it. See it, so that I won't have to tell him, and he'll just know. But honestly, the Savior of the Wizarding world can be so dense sometimes. I sometimes wonder why he chose me, Hermione Granger as a friend. There are hundreds of people he could have chose to be his best friend. But he chose me. And I'm glad.
-------------Harry's POV-------------
I love her. I love her more then anything in the world. But does she notice? No. Ron tells me she loves me back, but that can't be true, can it? I don't want to risk our friendship. I don't know if I could stand it if I lost her friendship once she finds out how I feel. To her I am just one of her 2 best friends. She's so smart, gorgeous and just plain Hermione. But I wouldn't change a thing about her. Not even if you offered me the world. I love the way she smiles, I love the way she laughs, I even love the looks she gives us when she knows we haven't done our homework. I wish she could love me. Just a fraction of how much I love her. But could it ever be? I doubt it. I just want her to be happy. As long as she's happy, I'm happy. Or at least I try to be. I don't think I'll ever be totally happy unless I have her. And the chances of that our zero to none.
-------------Narrator's POV-------------
It was a day like any other day and Harry got up extra early so that he could get in a little flying practice before breakfast. He walked outside at a fast pace and saw someone sitting on the Quiddich stands. He was wondering why someone would be sitting on the stands this early in the morning. He glanced up and realized it was 'Mione. He started to walk up to her, and since it was almost Christmas the weather was cold.
"What are you doing out here in the cold 'Mione?" Harry asked his best friend and sat down beside her.
"Just thinking," she answered and looked into Harry's eyes, "One might ask you the same thing, though,"
Harry held up his broom, "I'm going to fly for a while," and he started to walk back down the stairs shooting her one of his goofy grins.
"Just be careful," Hermione called to him.
"I'll be okay," Harry answered as he got on his broom. "No worries,"
Harry flew up into the air, aware that Hermione was watching his every move. He flew around for a bit. When he glanced down, he saw Malfoy and his cronies coming this direction. He swooped lower and warned Hermione. She was staying hidden.
Harry then focused his attention on Malfoy. A little too late though. He saw a snowball just inches in front of him and it hit him square in the face, sending his broom into a dive, and by the time he realized what was happening it was too late and he crashed into the ground. He heard Hermione running to him.
"Harry, Harry are you okay?" Hermione kneeled on the ground. Harry was awake but in too much pain to open his eyes, "You have to wake up, Harry, please, I love you, Harry."
It took Harry a few minutes to open his eyes. A relieved smile broke across Hermione's face when they opened, "Come on Harry, we need to get you to Madame Pomfrey," Hermione helped him up and supported him to the infirmary.
When he got to the infirmary, Madame Pomfrey examined him and said he could go to class but he had to eat his breakfast here.
While Harry was eating his breakfast, Hermione came back in. "Are you okay?"
"Yes, I'm fine," Harry reassured her, "A little sore, but I'll live." he paused. "Did you mean it?"
"Did I mean what?" Hermione asked, her throat going dry.
"Do you love me?"
"Of course I love you Harry,"
"As more then a friend?" Harry looked into her eyes.
"Yes, yes..." she stammered as she turned to go. "I'm sorry Harry."
Harry grabbed onto Hermione's hand "sorry for what?" he asked her softly.
"Sorry for loving you, I know this will ruin our friendship."
Harry tightened his grip on Hermione's wrist, massaging her hand. "Why would it ruin our friendship?"
"Because now that you know, it's going to be awkward between us."
Harry got up from the bed and wrapped his arms around her waist. "Not if I love you too," he whispered into her hair.
"You love me," Hermione whispered.
"Yes," Harry turned Hermione around and looked directly in her eyes, "Very much." he wiped a single tear that had escaped off her cheek.
"Oh Harry," Hermione buried her head into his shoulder. "You'll never believe how long I've been waiting to hear you say that."
"Probably as long as I have been waiting for those same words," He turned her head to look in his eyes again. "Because I have been waiting to hear you say those words for a long time." He paused for a second. "Hermione Jane Granger, will you do me the honor of becoming my girlfriend?"
"Of course, that's another thing that I have been hoping for, for a long time!"
"Me too," Harry whispered as he lowered his lips to hers.
When they broke apart, Hermione was the first to speak "We need to go to class." She took Harry's hand in her own and walked out of the infirmary. Harry knew that he would be able to stop a thousand Dementors with his patronus now. Because hearing Hermione say those words, was the happiest moment in the world.
Okay guys. Here is chapter 1. What do you think? I'm going to be updating two stories now. Oh well. I'll make sure to update soon. In the meantime please review. Tell me what you think.