When Was The Last Time You Thought-Part I
I didn't want it to be true. I didn't want to think that there would be anyone that would take Hermione away from me. Not that I ever had her in the first place, but I never thought there would be someone that would reduce my chances of ever having her. In other words, someone that would attract her feelings, spark her interest and love her enough to have the privilege of being her boyfriend. That someone was supposed to be me. Instead, it's my former best friend, Harry Potter.
(A/N- I know I said that this was going to be an r/h fic but all of this h/h stuff will prevail in the end....)
It's too good to be true. I am now the girlfriend of Harry Potter. It's all I ever wanted and he's all that I'll ever need. I know that this seems like I'm obsessed, because I'm only 15, but I have always loved Harry. Even before I met him I read about him in books and felt so connected to him. When we first met, I tried not to show how happy I was inside. From then on he was all I thought about. And now all of my dreams are a reality.
(The following morning, in the Great Hall, for breakfast)
I'm trying not to show how much I'm hurting inside. Just sitting here watching them is hard enough. If you had to sit here watching Harry and Hermione spoon-feed each other their breakfast, you would be sick too. I have even thought of resorting to going to the library but that thought is sickening too.
I don't know what is happening to me. I'm not even paying any attention to anything around me. All I can think about is Harry. Everything that Professor McGonagall is saying is just going through one ear and out of the other. I should be paying more attention, since we have O.W.Ls this year but I cannot. The parchment that we're supposed to be writing our essays on is filled with different things that I have been doodling- "Harry and Hermione 4E", " Harry +Hermione=LOVE", etc. It's like everything I think about keeps turning into something about him. Like I'm under some sort of spell...
Hermione...Cho...Hermione...Cho...it's so hard to choose between the two of them. Cho and I went out for about 6 months before we told everyone that we had broken up. Or so they thought...
(A/N-Cliffhanger! The mysterious works of Harry Potter. What plot is he hatching?? You'll have to wait and see...)
~*DanceChica~*
(I know all know that I don't own all of this. JKR does....enough said....I just own the plot and the words of this wonderful fic. And see that little green box down there? That's where you peeps get to tell me how good my writing is. So feel free. Let me know how well I'm doing...)
I didn't want it to be true. I didn't want to think that there would be anyone that would take Hermione away from me. Not that I ever had her in the first place, but I never thought there would be someone that would reduce my chances of ever having her. In other words, someone that would attract her feelings, spark her interest and love her enough to have the privilege of being her boyfriend. That someone was supposed to be me. Instead, it's my former best friend, Harry Potter.
(A/N- I know I said that this was going to be an r/h fic but all of this h/h stuff will prevail in the end....)
It's too good to be true. I am now the girlfriend of Harry Potter. It's all I ever wanted and he's all that I'll ever need. I know that this seems like I'm obsessed, because I'm only 15, but I have always loved Harry. Even before I met him I read about him in books and felt so connected to him. When we first met, I tried not to show how happy I was inside. From then on he was all I thought about. And now all of my dreams are a reality.
(The following morning, in the Great Hall, for breakfast)
I'm trying not to show how much I'm hurting inside. Just sitting here watching them is hard enough. If you had to sit here watching Harry and Hermione spoon-feed each other their breakfast, you would be sick too. I have even thought of resorting to going to the library but that thought is sickening too.
I don't know what is happening to me. I'm not even paying any attention to anything around me. All I can think about is Harry. Everything that Professor McGonagall is saying is just going through one ear and out of the other. I should be paying more attention, since we have O.W.Ls this year but I cannot. The parchment that we're supposed to be writing our essays on is filled with different things that I have been doodling- "Harry and Hermione 4E", " Harry +Hermione=LOVE", etc. It's like everything I think about keeps turning into something about him. Like I'm under some sort of spell...
Hermione...Cho...Hermione...Cho...it's so hard to choose between the two of them. Cho and I went out for about 6 months before we told everyone that we had broken up. Or so they thought...
(A/N-Cliffhanger! The mysterious works of Harry Potter. What plot is he hatching?? You'll have to wait and see...)
~*DanceChica~*
(I know all know that I don't own all of this. JKR does....enough said....I just own the plot and the words of this wonderful fic. And see that little green box down there? That's where you peeps get to tell me how good my writing is. So feel free. Let me know how well I'm doing...)