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Chapter 1 Hermione's Wish
In a little house in England on a warm August night, a young girl, nearly 15 years old, could be seen sitting at her bedroom window staring up at the sky. Her chestnut eyes were wide and shimmering like the moon on the surface of a lake, her bushy, brown hair swirling around in the gentle breeze entering through the open window. She looked deep in thought, biting her bottom lip, her cheeks often flushing a pretty pink color. This bright-eyed, intelligent girl was not what one would consider a usual teenager. She had long ago realized that and it was confirmed the summer before she turned eleven when she received her acceptance letter to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She, Hermione Granger, daughter of two dentists, was a witch.
"I wish these clouds would part so I could see the stars," she thought to herself. She was longing to make a wish, a wish on the first star that broke through the blackness above. She knew it was childish, she actually had not made a wish like this for nearly four years, but she just couldn't get it out of her mind. The last time she 'wished on a star' was the night before she left for her first year at Hogwarts, the night before her eleventh birthday. That night the sky had been full of stars and she silently prayed that she would make some great friends at this new school, the school she would be spending the next seven years attending. In all the time she spent at her old school she had never had a friend, not a single one. Everybody considered her to be a 'know-it-all' and not a person to befriend. This had been devastating, as it would be for anyone. She would be getting a fresh start and was positive that year would be different, and she was correct. That first year at Hogwarts Hermione was not friendless and lonely. Her wish came true; she became friends with two boys, one a legendary hero, Harry Potter, and the other from a large family of wizards, Ron Weasley.
Harry Potter, with his lighten bolt scar on his forehead, his jet black hair that always seemed to be messy, and his emerald green eyes that could melt the heart of almost every young witch was often considered the most famous wizard in the wizarding world. He is known for defeating the Dark Lord Voldemort, who killed many great witches and wizards, when he was one year old. Harry Potter, the boy who lived.
Ron, the youngest boy of the Weasley clan had five older brothers. His oldest brother Bill worked for Gingott's Wizarding Bank in Africa, Charlie worked with dragons in Romania, Percy was coming off of his first year working at the Ministry of Magic, and the twins, Fred and George, were putting plans in motion for making a joke shop after completing their seventh and final year at Hogwarts. His younger sister Ginny was going into her forth year of schooling. All of the Weasleys', including Ron, had their trademark red hair, and Ron took after his Mum with his fiery temper. He was tall and lanky, with bright blue eyes and a stubbornness that could rival Hermione.
Hermione, while still eagerly staring at the night sky, saw the clouds shift and a single star pierce the dark cover. She fixed her eyes on the dot of light; not blinking for fear the star would vanish. She concentrated hard, putting all of herself into this one thought and whispered softly into the night air, "I, Hermione Granger, wish with all my might, that Ron Weasley will think of me as more than a friend." Ron Weasley! Just saying his name made her face flush scarlet and her eyes become misty. It had been two long years since she realized her feelings towards him were not the friendly sort. Although she did not accept it at first, she had always had a crush on the fiery redhead; from the very day they met on their first train ride to Hogwarts four years ago.
Their relationship had always been an interesting one. Much different from the relationship she had with Harry. Everyone in Gryffindor, one of the four houses students belong to at Hogwarts, knew to stay clear of the common room if Hermione and Ron had words. Their rows were famous throughout the school for not only the volume they reach and the cruel words that were used but also the facial expressions and body postures they took were scary in and of themselves. She loved the way the color of his blue eyes deepened when he was on the verge of blowing his top. The only time she liked it more was when it was directed at Malfoy, a blonde sullen faced boy in their year. Draco Malfoy, a member of Slytherin, archrivals of Gryffindor, had been their enemy since the first day of school. He considered himself better than Hermione because he was a pureblood wizard while she had muggle (non-magical) parents. Her heart warmed every time Ron exploded at Malfoy for calling her a mud blood (a nasty term used for a muggle born witch or wizard). It was at those times when she thought, for just a moment, that he felt the same.
She started biting her bottom lip again at the thought of Ron liking her in that way. "God, how I would love to have him wrap his arms around me and hold me tight," she thought. "It would make my every wish come true. But I would rather be friends with him than not have him in my life at all and that is what would happen if I told him how I feel." Sadness coursing through her, she turned away from the window and laid her head down on her pillow. She thought about tomorrow and the fact that she would be going to Ron's house, known as the Burrow. She would be spending the last two weeks of the summer at the home of her second family, the Weasleys. Not only that, but following the orders of Professor Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts, Harry would not be arriving for another week giving her a whole seven days to spend time with Ron, alone. "This year could not have a better beginning," was the last thing she thought before drifting off to sleep.
Chapter 1 Hermione's Wish
In a little house in England on a warm August night, a young girl, nearly 15 years old, could be seen sitting at her bedroom window staring up at the sky. Her chestnut eyes were wide and shimmering like the moon on the surface of a lake, her bushy, brown hair swirling around in the gentle breeze entering through the open window. She looked deep in thought, biting her bottom lip, her cheeks often flushing a pretty pink color. This bright-eyed, intelligent girl was not what one would consider a usual teenager. She had long ago realized that and it was confirmed the summer before she turned eleven when she received her acceptance letter to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She, Hermione Granger, daughter of two dentists, was a witch.
"I wish these clouds would part so I could see the stars," she thought to herself. She was longing to make a wish, a wish on the first star that broke through the blackness above. She knew it was childish, she actually had not made a wish like this for nearly four years, but she just couldn't get it out of her mind. The last time she 'wished on a star' was the night before she left for her first year at Hogwarts, the night before her eleventh birthday. That night the sky had been full of stars and she silently prayed that she would make some great friends at this new school, the school she would be spending the next seven years attending. In all the time she spent at her old school she had never had a friend, not a single one. Everybody considered her to be a 'know-it-all' and not a person to befriend. This had been devastating, as it would be for anyone. She would be getting a fresh start and was positive that year would be different, and she was correct. That first year at Hogwarts Hermione was not friendless and lonely. Her wish came true; she became friends with two boys, one a legendary hero, Harry Potter, and the other from a large family of wizards, Ron Weasley.
Harry Potter, with his lighten bolt scar on his forehead, his jet black hair that always seemed to be messy, and his emerald green eyes that could melt the heart of almost every young witch was often considered the most famous wizard in the wizarding world. He is known for defeating the Dark Lord Voldemort, who killed many great witches and wizards, when he was one year old. Harry Potter, the boy who lived.
Ron, the youngest boy of the Weasley clan had five older brothers. His oldest brother Bill worked for Gingott's Wizarding Bank in Africa, Charlie worked with dragons in Romania, Percy was coming off of his first year working at the Ministry of Magic, and the twins, Fred and George, were putting plans in motion for making a joke shop after completing their seventh and final year at Hogwarts. His younger sister Ginny was going into her forth year of schooling. All of the Weasleys', including Ron, had their trademark red hair, and Ron took after his Mum with his fiery temper. He was tall and lanky, with bright blue eyes and a stubbornness that could rival Hermione.
Hermione, while still eagerly staring at the night sky, saw the clouds shift and a single star pierce the dark cover. She fixed her eyes on the dot of light; not blinking for fear the star would vanish. She concentrated hard, putting all of herself into this one thought and whispered softly into the night air, "I, Hermione Granger, wish with all my might, that Ron Weasley will think of me as more than a friend." Ron Weasley! Just saying his name made her face flush scarlet and her eyes become misty. It had been two long years since she realized her feelings towards him were not the friendly sort. Although she did not accept it at first, she had always had a crush on the fiery redhead; from the very day they met on their first train ride to Hogwarts four years ago.
Their relationship had always been an interesting one. Much different from the relationship she had with Harry. Everyone in Gryffindor, one of the four houses students belong to at Hogwarts, knew to stay clear of the common room if Hermione and Ron had words. Their rows were famous throughout the school for not only the volume they reach and the cruel words that were used but also the facial expressions and body postures they took were scary in and of themselves. She loved the way the color of his blue eyes deepened when he was on the verge of blowing his top. The only time she liked it more was when it was directed at Malfoy, a blonde sullen faced boy in their year. Draco Malfoy, a member of Slytherin, archrivals of Gryffindor, had been their enemy since the first day of school. He considered himself better than Hermione because he was a pureblood wizard while she had muggle (non-magical) parents. Her heart warmed every time Ron exploded at Malfoy for calling her a mud blood (a nasty term used for a muggle born witch or wizard). It was at those times when she thought, for just a moment, that he felt the same.
She started biting her bottom lip again at the thought of Ron liking her in that way. "God, how I would love to have him wrap his arms around me and hold me tight," she thought. "It would make my every wish come true. But I would rather be friends with him than not have him in my life at all and that is what would happen if I told him how I feel." Sadness coursing through her, she turned away from the window and laid her head down on her pillow. She thought about tomorrow and the fact that she would be going to Ron's house, known as the Burrow. She would be spending the last two weeks of the summer at the home of her second family, the Weasleys. Not only that, but following the orders of Professor Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts, Harry would not be arriving for another week giving her a whole seven days to spend time with Ron, alone. "This year could not have a better beginning," was the last thing she thought before drifting off to sleep.