Disclaimer: All Harry Potter Characters belong to J.K. Rowling.
A/N: When I read the Harry Potter books, to me, they are the same age as me. I was born in 1987, so this story takes part in the future, in their 6th year.
Harry woke with his scar burning. He was in his room at the Dursley house. He had just had a nightmare.Having nightmares was pretty normal for Harry, but this one particularly bothered him. He looked up at the piece of paper over his bed that he used to count down the days to the start of his sixth year at Hogwarts. Three days to go. He really missed his best friends, Ron and Hermione, and Quidditch, his favorite sport.
Harry was suddenely thinking of the dream. Voldemort had been in it and and he had stood there and laughed. The he said:
"You better watch your little girlfriend, there Potter. I got your parents, and I got Diggory. She's next." Then he disapparated, and Harry was walking in a graveyard. He passed the graves of his parents, Proffessor Quirrell, Cedric Diggory. Then he passed others. Cornelius Fudge, the minister of Magic, Proffessor Dumbledore, Draco Malfoy, The three chasers from his quidditch team, Angelina, Alicia and Katie, Fred, George, Percy and Ginny Weaseley and Dean Thomas. At the back of the cemetary, there was a small hill. On that hill were three gravestones. The one on the left read:
Ronald Weaseley
RIP
1987-2004
"Suffer not for the
Lord hath your soul now."
The one on the right was not clear.Harry could read the date the dates, and the other words:
1987-2004
RIP
Survived by her
lover
Harry Potter.
The name was completely blurred out and it never occured to Harry who it could belong to.
The gravestone in the middle, which was slightly larger, belonged to himself. It read:
Harry James Potter
1987- when I see fit
He got away, not once,
but three times,
but this time,
it was not to be
Harry shuddered as he read the stone. The words "when I see fit" were glowing green. Suddenely, the ground opened in front of him and he started to fall, but he woke up before he hit the ground.
Who did Voldemort mean! He had only ever dated one person, and that was Cho. But she had dumped him last summer because she thought he was cheating on her with Hermione.
Harry decided it would be better to forget it. It was just a dream, right?
***
September 1st dawned bright and early on a Friday morning. Harry got up, dressed and went downstairs. His Uncle looked up and smiled. Harry could tell it was only because was leaving until June. But what Uncle Vernon didn't know, was that if Sirius' charges were cleared, he wouldn't be coming back at all. They drove to King's Cross in silence and Uncle Vernon didn't even bother to say goodbye to Harry as he got out of the car.
As he entered the station, he saw Ron right away. How could he miss that flaming red hair? He said hi and then asked, "Where's Hermione?" He was suprised at how eager he was to see her. "I dunno. Wait, there she is!" Ron said.
Harry's jaw dropped. She looked amazing. She had straigtened and dyed her hair. She had grown a bit too.
"Ron! Harry!" she called, coming over and giving them both a hug and a kiss.
"Uh, Herm" Harry stuttered. "You...you look great". "Well you do too" she answered. Harry smiled. He had finally stated to grow some muscle and no longer looked all scrawny.He looked, well, good.
***
As they entered the familiar dormitory, Ron remarked to Harry,
"Wow. Herm's really changed huh? She's like..."
"Go on Ron. I know you want to say it." said Harry teasingly.
"Hey I'm taken" he said as he placed a picture of of his girlfriend, Lavender on the bedside table. "I just noticed she was being eyed, especially by you."
"Excuse me?! Herm's my friend, and I wasn't eyeing her, I was just-"
"Yeah. Sure. I've known you for five years. You've got it worse for Herm that you did for Cho. And that's bad."
"Ron, believe what you will, but I don't have a crush on her!"
Ron smiled as he climbed into bed. "Whatever you say Harry!"
But Harry knew exactly what Ron was saying. He had seen the eyes in Hermione's direction and with every one he saw, came, what was undoubtedly a pang of jealousy. He had a huge crush on Hermione. But the thing was, she was well, Ron almost said it, she was gorgeous. With those sexy looks she could have any guy in the school. Would she want him?
***
Hermione crept into Harry and Ron's Dormitory. She went to Harry's bed and sat down at the foot of the bed. All the attention earlier that evening had felt good but she wished Harry had looked at her the way everyone else had. His look was different. It was almost as though he was in awe. But she wanted him to look at her with that look, that "I want You" look. But no, she was just good ol' Herm. She was so in love with him, but she was just a friend.
"Herm, why don't you just tell him?" said a sleepy voice.
"Ron?!" she said wiping her eyes.
"Come here"
She drew the curtain behind her as she sat down on his bed. "How long have you been sitting there watching me?" she asked.
'Oh, a good half an hour. And if you're wondering, I also know exactly why you've been sitting there, staring at Harry."
"Ron, I hate this. I'm here at three in the morning at his bedside crying, and he just thinks of me as a friend!"
"Herm!" Ron said in exasperated voice "Open your eyes! Harry's in love with you! He has been for I don't know how long! Didn't you see the way he was looking at you all through the feast?"
"No Ron. I did see. I saw everyone. Everyone else had this look, like wow, I'd lik to get my hands on that, and Harry just, well, didn't!" She leaned up against his stomach as she started once again to cry.
"Hermione! Think about it. All those other guys looked at you like that because you have, you are, well...you know what I mean. Harry was looking at you in awe, Hermione. You amaze him. You are the most singularly beautiful thing on this earth to him. He loves you. He needs you to tell him that you love him back."
Hermione sat up and wiped her eyes. "Thanks Ron"
"No prob. Now, beautiful, tomorrow you tell him, K?"
"Sure."
Ron kissed her goodnight and she made her way to the door, but paused in the doorway. Tiptoeing, she made her way over to Harry's bed. Noislessly drawing the curtain she climbed into bed with him. She gripped his hand and kissed him goodnight, and they both slept peacefully.
***
Harry awoke on Saturday morning to the smell of flowers, and then he realized it was shampoo. Hermi was lying in bed with him. She was gripping his hand and looked beautiful even in her sleep. Harry wondered why she was there, but really didn't care.
***
Hermione awoke beside Harry, who was still asleep. Glancing at her watch, she went to get up, but Harry was gripping her hand. He stirred and said in a sleepy voice "Stay with me. It's Saturday. No classes." She smiled and crawled back into the bed, and wrapping her arms around Harry, she fell asleep.
***
Hermione woke up to an empty bed. "Harry?" she called. His head peeked through the curtain. "Yes?" "Oh, nothing. I'm just-"
"Hungry?" he said, and passed her a muffin. He flopped down on the bed and Herm put her head on his stomach and started to eat her muffin.
"So, Miss Granger" said Harry, laughing. 'What was the reason for your little escapade into my bed last night?"
"Harry I-" she gasped as she pulled a silver chain out of her muffin. On the chain was small locket. "Oh my God Harry!" Inside the locket, on one side, was a picture of her, Ron and Harry, and on the other, just the two of them. "Harry, where did you-" He cut her off. "My mother's locket." he said as he fastened around her neck. "I want you to have it." "Harry, I could-" "I love you Hermi. I always have, and always will, so just take the fuckin' locket and let me kiss you!" Hermione giggled as she rolled over on her front. "Well, I guess you'll do. You've got the knight in shining armor part down." He leaned over, then paused. "What? Don't go all sentimental on me!"She giggled again. "I was just thinking about how beautiful you are, and how you could have had anyone in the school. But you want me." "Who better than Famous Harry Potter?" and with that she grabbed his collar and pulled him into a kiss. "I love you Harry Potter. Not because you're famous, not because you've saved me and the wizarding world, but because of who you are, the way you smile, the way you laugh, the way you kiss me and the way you love me so completely that you're in awe, of little old me. Now kiss me and never let me forger that." He kissed her, and they stayed that way until Ron came into the room.
"Get up Harry! It's nearly three o'clock. You can't keep-" and then he stopped dead in his tracks, seeing, Hermione in her flannel pyjamas lying on top of a fully dressed Harry. His jaw dropped and then he started laughing.
"It took you long enough! You guys have liked each other since first year! Hello! We're in sixth year! It took you guys five years and a day to finally do something about it!"
"I have to go get changed" said Hermione. "See you guys later."
"Bye" Harry and Ron both said.
"So" said Ron, after she had left. "What happened last night?"
"Nothing"
"Come on! She slept in your bed!"
"How did you know that?"
"Well, she was sitting at the foot of your bed last night at three AM crying, and I was awake and talked to her. She went to leave, and then she went and crawled in to your bed."
"Well, all that happened this morning was that I gave her the locket and kissed her."
"God you are so stupid Harry! You've liked her since you met her, and it was so obvious she liked you. What were you waiting for?"
That's the end of part one!
Sorry if it was really mushy, but hey? what can I do!
~Danie
A/N: When I read the Harry Potter books, to me, they are the same age as me. I was born in 1987, so this story takes part in the future, in their 6th year.
Harry woke with his scar burning. He was in his room at the Dursley house. He had just had a nightmare.Having nightmares was pretty normal for Harry, but this one particularly bothered him. He looked up at the piece of paper over his bed that he used to count down the days to the start of his sixth year at Hogwarts. Three days to go. He really missed his best friends, Ron and Hermione, and Quidditch, his favorite sport.
Harry was suddenely thinking of the dream. Voldemort had been in it and and he had stood there and laughed. The he said:
"You better watch your little girlfriend, there Potter. I got your parents, and I got Diggory. She's next." Then he disapparated, and Harry was walking in a graveyard. He passed the graves of his parents, Proffessor Quirrell, Cedric Diggory. Then he passed others. Cornelius Fudge, the minister of Magic, Proffessor Dumbledore, Draco Malfoy, The three chasers from his quidditch team, Angelina, Alicia and Katie, Fred, George, Percy and Ginny Weaseley and Dean Thomas. At the back of the cemetary, there was a small hill. On that hill were three gravestones. The one on the left read:
Ronald Weaseley
RIP
1987-2004
"Suffer not for the
Lord hath your soul now."
The one on the right was not clear.Harry could read the date the dates, and the other words:
1987-2004
RIP
Survived by her
lover
Harry Potter.
The name was completely blurred out and it never occured to Harry who it could belong to.
The gravestone in the middle, which was slightly larger, belonged to himself. It read:
Harry James Potter
1987- when I see fit
He got away, not once,
but three times,
but this time,
it was not to be
Harry shuddered as he read the stone. The words "when I see fit" were glowing green. Suddenely, the ground opened in front of him and he started to fall, but he woke up before he hit the ground.
Who did Voldemort mean! He had only ever dated one person, and that was Cho. But she had dumped him last summer because she thought he was cheating on her with Hermione.
Harry decided it would be better to forget it. It was just a dream, right?
***
September 1st dawned bright and early on a Friday morning. Harry got up, dressed and went downstairs. His Uncle looked up and smiled. Harry could tell it was only because was leaving until June. But what Uncle Vernon didn't know, was that if Sirius' charges were cleared, he wouldn't be coming back at all. They drove to King's Cross in silence and Uncle Vernon didn't even bother to say goodbye to Harry as he got out of the car.
As he entered the station, he saw Ron right away. How could he miss that flaming red hair? He said hi and then asked, "Where's Hermione?" He was suprised at how eager he was to see her. "I dunno. Wait, there she is!" Ron said.
Harry's jaw dropped. She looked amazing. She had straigtened and dyed her hair. She had grown a bit too.
"Ron! Harry!" she called, coming over and giving them both a hug and a kiss.
"Uh, Herm" Harry stuttered. "You...you look great". "Well you do too" she answered. Harry smiled. He had finally stated to grow some muscle and no longer looked all scrawny.He looked, well, good.
***
As they entered the familiar dormitory, Ron remarked to Harry,
"Wow. Herm's really changed huh? She's like..."
"Go on Ron. I know you want to say it." said Harry teasingly.
"Hey I'm taken" he said as he placed a picture of of his girlfriend, Lavender on the bedside table. "I just noticed she was being eyed, especially by you."
"Excuse me?! Herm's my friend, and I wasn't eyeing her, I was just-"
"Yeah. Sure. I've known you for five years. You've got it worse for Herm that you did for Cho. And that's bad."
"Ron, believe what you will, but I don't have a crush on her!"
Ron smiled as he climbed into bed. "Whatever you say Harry!"
But Harry knew exactly what Ron was saying. He had seen the eyes in Hermione's direction and with every one he saw, came, what was undoubtedly a pang of jealousy. He had a huge crush on Hermione. But the thing was, she was well, Ron almost said it, she was gorgeous. With those sexy looks she could have any guy in the school. Would she want him?
***
Hermione crept into Harry and Ron's Dormitory. She went to Harry's bed and sat down at the foot of the bed. All the attention earlier that evening had felt good but she wished Harry had looked at her the way everyone else had. His look was different. It was almost as though he was in awe. But she wanted him to look at her with that look, that "I want You" look. But no, she was just good ol' Herm. She was so in love with him, but she was just a friend.
"Herm, why don't you just tell him?" said a sleepy voice.
"Ron?!" she said wiping her eyes.
"Come here"
She drew the curtain behind her as she sat down on his bed. "How long have you been sitting there watching me?" she asked.
'Oh, a good half an hour. And if you're wondering, I also know exactly why you've been sitting there, staring at Harry."
"Ron, I hate this. I'm here at three in the morning at his bedside crying, and he just thinks of me as a friend!"
"Herm!" Ron said in exasperated voice "Open your eyes! Harry's in love with you! He has been for I don't know how long! Didn't you see the way he was looking at you all through the feast?"
"No Ron. I did see. I saw everyone. Everyone else had this look, like wow, I'd lik to get my hands on that, and Harry just, well, didn't!" She leaned up against his stomach as she started once again to cry.
"Hermione! Think about it. All those other guys looked at you like that because you have, you are, well...you know what I mean. Harry was looking at you in awe, Hermione. You amaze him. You are the most singularly beautiful thing on this earth to him. He loves you. He needs you to tell him that you love him back."
Hermione sat up and wiped her eyes. "Thanks Ron"
"No prob. Now, beautiful, tomorrow you tell him, K?"
"Sure."
Ron kissed her goodnight and she made her way to the door, but paused in the doorway. Tiptoeing, she made her way over to Harry's bed. Noislessly drawing the curtain she climbed into bed with him. She gripped his hand and kissed him goodnight, and they both slept peacefully.
***
Harry awoke on Saturday morning to the smell of flowers, and then he realized it was shampoo. Hermi was lying in bed with him. She was gripping his hand and looked beautiful even in her sleep. Harry wondered why she was there, but really didn't care.
***
Hermione awoke beside Harry, who was still asleep. Glancing at her watch, she went to get up, but Harry was gripping her hand. He stirred and said in a sleepy voice "Stay with me. It's Saturday. No classes." She smiled and crawled back into the bed, and wrapping her arms around Harry, she fell asleep.
***
Hermione woke up to an empty bed. "Harry?" she called. His head peeked through the curtain. "Yes?" "Oh, nothing. I'm just-"
"Hungry?" he said, and passed her a muffin. He flopped down on the bed and Herm put her head on his stomach and started to eat her muffin.
"So, Miss Granger" said Harry, laughing. 'What was the reason for your little escapade into my bed last night?"
"Harry I-" she gasped as she pulled a silver chain out of her muffin. On the chain was small locket. "Oh my God Harry!" Inside the locket, on one side, was a picture of her, Ron and Harry, and on the other, just the two of them. "Harry, where did you-" He cut her off. "My mother's locket." he said as he fastened around her neck. "I want you to have it." "Harry, I could-" "I love you Hermi. I always have, and always will, so just take the fuckin' locket and let me kiss you!" Hermione giggled as she rolled over on her front. "Well, I guess you'll do. You've got the knight in shining armor part down." He leaned over, then paused. "What? Don't go all sentimental on me!"She giggled again. "I was just thinking about how beautiful you are, and how you could have had anyone in the school. But you want me." "Who better than Famous Harry Potter?" and with that she grabbed his collar and pulled him into a kiss. "I love you Harry Potter. Not because you're famous, not because you've saved me and the wizarding world, but because of who you are, the way you smile, the way you laugh, the way you kiss me and the way you love me so completely that you're in awe, of little old me. Now kiss me and never let me forger that." He kissed her, and they stayed that way until Ron came into the room.
"Get up Harry! It's nearly three o'clock. You can't keep-" and then he stopped dead in his tracks, seeing, Hermione in her flannel pyjamas lying on top of a fully dressed Harry. His jaw dropped and then he started laughing.
"It took you long enough! You guys have liked each other since first year! Hello! We're in sixth year! It took you guys five years and a day to finally do something about it!"
"I have to go get changed" said Hermione. "See you guys later."
"Bye" Harry and Ron both said.
"So" said Ron, after she had left. "What happened last night?"
"Nothing"
"Come on! She slept in your bed!"
"How did you know that?"
"Well, she was sitting at the foot of your bed last night at three AM crying, and I was awake and talked to her. She went to leave, and then she went and crawled in to your bed."
"Well, all that happened this morning was that I gave her the locket and kissed her."
"God you are so stupid Harry! You've liked her since you met her, and it was so obvious she liked you. What were you waiting for?"
That's the end of part one!
Sorry if it was really mushy, but hey? what can I do!
~Danie