Hey guys! I decided to try my hand at a Harry/Hermione fic! I'm thrilled! Lemme know what you guys think. I do not have a Beta, so it's just me.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, but I do own the movies! Yay!
There is a time in a person's life when they find that perfect match; the one person who can connect with them on every level and be there for them when times are hard. Anybody can spend decades searching for a soul mate. In the wizarding world, a soul mate is much more than just a companion. It's for life.
On a cold October day, Harry Potter sat alone along the shores of the black lake. With a frustrated grunt, he picked up a smooth pebble and watched as it skidded across the water. He was steaming on the inside. 'Ron is such a git for thinking that I put my name in the blasted cup. He's just mad that he didn't get the chance to put his own bloody name in it!' He looked up with a sigh on his lips and leaned back on his hands. "I was hoping this would be a good year," he spoke quietly. Harry slowly wiped his hands off and walked back to the castle.
"Hermione, can I borrow that book on Charms?" The trio was sitting in the common room with their fellow Gryffindor's. The fire was warming their winter night. "Sure," the bushy haired girl smiled and handed the book to the green eyed boy. They both looked at one another with wide eyes when their fingers touched. "Did you feel that?" They spoke at the same time. The third piece of their friendship spoke up. "What is with you guys? Did you both go barmy?" Ron watched as his two best friends grew scarlet. "Mental those two." He continued his game of Wizard's Chess with Seamus.
After almost everyone had cleared out of the Common Room, Harry turned to Hermione and grabbed her hand. They both shivered as they felt shocks run along their arms. "You felt that too?" She looked at him under her lashes and he watched her blush. "Yeah," he answered. 'She's so pretty. How did I never notice?' He released her hand and bid her a good night. "Night 'Mione." She watched as he walked up to the boy's staircase. She sighed and walked to her own room. 'What happened in there? Why did we feel that way? Why did I not want him to let go?' Deciding to let her mind rest for once, Hermione shook her head and prepared for bed. 'I'll make my way to the library in the morning.' With the memory of emerald eyes in her thoughts, she slumbered.
Should I continue?