Full summary: Harry is deeply in love with Hermione and Hermione is deeply
in love with Harry. So what happens when they move in together? And what
happens when Draco becomes one of the good guys just to confess his love to
Hermione? Will he turn out evil in the end? Please read. I'm not good at
summaries and it's my first fic. So please be gentle...
A/N: please read and review. If I don't get reviews, I won't continue posting.
Finding love where it has always been. -*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- *-*-*-*-*- Harry's summer
It was another hot summer's day and Harry Potter lay in the yard of his aunt and uncles house under the big tree. He was just laying there thinking to himself. To tired and burned to move. He changed a lot since the last year. He now was tanned, well built, and a lot taller than he had been. Some of the girls in the neighborhood even called him sexy. But he wasn't the only one who changed. Hermione granger his best friend or one of them at least, had grown into a beautiful woman. She now in Harry's opinion was the perfect woman. Brainy, sexy, friendly, what more could any one want?
Since they were now out of school Harry could do magic and therefore the Dursley's were too afraid to tell him he wasn't aloud to do the things he wanted to do. So he had visited Hermione and Ron a lot since his sixth year.
They were all planning to move in together. Into an apartment in London. They though it might be fun. But now it looks like Ron won't be able to move in with them after all and somehow Harry thought Hermione wouldn't want to move in with just him. Although he would love it. Harry has had the biggest crush on Hermione since the first time he saw her on the Hogwarts Express, when she came into their compartment to look for Trevor, Neville's toad.
Ron had sent them both a letter saying that he got accepted to play as keeper for the Chudley Cannons. And that meant he'd be touring a lot. And wouldn't need a steady home. But still Harry thought it would be nice if he had a place to come back to over the holidays and such. So he pressed Ron to move in with them. But to Harry's disappointment he hadn't written back yet.
As Harry sat there on the ground with his back against the tree, he watched as people kept walking past the house. Mostly girl's of course. They kept waving at him and why wouldn't they? He was handsome, poplar, the killer of Voldemort (for now) and a very nice person. Not that they noticed that. Harry had gone out with Cho Chang in his sixth year but realized that he didn't love her. Not really. He loved Hermione.
He still couldn't believe it. He Harry loved Hermione, his best friend. Some days he even wondered if she loved him too. But as usual he pushed the thought away without looking at the facts. It was always Hermione who was there for him even though he was wrong. Like the time in their fourth year when he and Ron had a big fight. And countless other times she believed him when noon eels did.
He could no longer ignore his feelings towards Hermione, but he couldn't tell her. He could never tell her. He loved her too much to jeopardize their friendship so he can tell her he loves her.
As he was arguing with himself about weaver to tell her or not he heard a voice from behind him... it was Dudley...'Harry?' Dudley hadn't kept with his diet and had done what he had been threatening to do since he was eight... he was now even larger than uncle Vernon. This was very large...
"What do you want Dudley?" Harry asked with a cold voice. "Maybe a big pig tail and ears?" now with a big grin on his face. "No" Dudley said panicky and added quickly, "mom said to tell you to come in." "Why...?" Harry asked with a quizzing look on his face. "ma-mails here" he said quikly again and ran into the house with one hand on his ear and the other on his bum, the best he could manage.
Harry got slowly up and started to walk to the front door. When he reached the door he looked back once more to the now darkening sky and thought to himself all of a sudden, "who would be writing to me?"
As Harry walked to the kitchen he kept pondering to himself 'who would be writing to me?' That's all he could think about. When he got into the kitchen aunt Petunia gave him two letters. "Thanks aunt Petunia" he said. And without even looking at the letters he started to walk up the stairs to his bedroom.
When he got to the room looked to the letters for the first time. Then he saw it, a letter from Cho and a letter from Hermione!
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A/N: Hope you liked it! So if you did please review and tell me. If I don't get reviews I won't know if you like it. And that means I won't know if I should continue with the story. So please review.
A/N: please read and review. If I don't get reviews, I won't continue posting.
Finding love where it has always been. -*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- *-*-*-*-*- Harry's summer
It was another hot summer's day and Harry Potter lay in the yard of his aunt and uncles house under the big tree. He was just laying there thinking to himself. To tired and burned to move. He changed a lot since the last year. He now was tanned, well built, and a lot taller than he had been. Some of the girls in the neighborhood even called him sexy. But he wasn't the only one who changed. Hermione granger his best friend or one of them at least, had grown into a beautiful woman. She now in Harry's opinion was the perfect woman. Brainy, sexy, friendly, what more could any one want?
Since they were now out of school Harry could do magic and therefore the Dursley's were too afraid to tell him he wasn't aloud to do the things he wanted to do. So he had visited Hermione and Ron a lot since his sixth year.
They were all planning to move in together. Into an apartment in London. They though it might be fun. But now it looks like Ron won't be able to move in with them after all and somehow Harry thought Hermione wouldn't want to move in with just him. Although he would love it. Harry has had the biggest crush on Hermione since the first time he saw her on the Hogwarts Express, when she came into their compartment to look for Trevor, Neville's toad.
Ron had sent them both a letter saying that he got accepted to play as keeper for the Chudley Cannons. And that meant he'd be touring a lot. And wouldn't need a steady home. But still Harry thought it would be nice if he had a place to come back to over the holidays and such. So he pressed Ron to move in with them. But to Harry's disappointment he hadn't written back yet.
As Harry sat there on the ground with his back against the tree, he watched as people kept walking past the house. Mostly girl's of course. They kept waving at him and why wouldn't they? He was handsome, poplar, the killer of Voldemort (for now) and a very nice person. Not that they noticed that. Harry had gone out with Cho Chang in his sixth year but realized that he didn't love her. Not really. He loved Hermione.
He still couldn't believe it. He Harry loved Hermione, his best friend. Some days he even wondered if she loved him too. But as usual he pushed the thought away without looking at the facts. It was always Hermione who was there for him even though he was wrong. Like the time in their fourth year when he and Ron had a big fight. And countless other times she believed him when noon eels did.
He could no longer ignore his feelings towards Hermione, but he couldn't tell her. He could never tell her. He loved her too much to jeopardize their friendship so he can tell her he loves her.
As he was arguing with himself about weaver to tell her or not he heard a voice from behind him... it was Dudley...'Harry?' Dudley hadn't kept with his diet and had done what he had been threatening to do since he was eight... he was now even larger than uncle Vernon. This was very large...
"What do you want Dudley?" Harry asked with a cold voice. "Maybe a big pig tail and ears?" now with a big grin on his face. "No" Dudley said panicky and added quickly, "mom said to tell you to come in." "Why...?" Harry asked with a quizzing look on his face. "ma-mails here" he said quikly again and ran into the house with one hand on his ear and the other on his bum, the best he could manage.
Harry got slowly up and started to walk to the front door. When he reached the door he looked back once more to the now darkening sky and thought to himself all of a sudden, "who would be writing to me?"
As Harry walked to the kitchen he kept pondering to himself 'who would be writing to me?' That's all he could think about. When he got into the kitchen aunt Petunia gave him two letters. "Thanks aunt Petunia" he said. And without even looking at the letters he started to walk up the stairs to his bedroom.
When he got to the room looked to the letters for the first time. Then he saw it, a letter from Cho and a letter from Hermione!
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A/N: Hope you liked it! So if you did please review and tell me. If I don't get reviews I won't know if you like it. And that means I won't know if I should continue with the story. So please review.