I Can't Live My Life Waiting For You
A/N - I know this plot has probably been used many before, but I hope you give my story a chance.
Chapter 1 - The Two G's - Graduation and Good-Byes
Hermione Granger sat unnoticed in a corner of the Great Hall, watching as Harry danced the night away with Ginny Weasley. Ginny was supposed to be Hermione's best friend. She knew all about her big crush on Harry. So why did she say yes to him when he asked her to the end of the year ball? Tomorrow was graduation - and Hermione had still not told Harry the truth. She had hoped that Harry would come to the ball dateless and she would have time to tell him then. But no, the Great Harry Potter would most definitely not come to the ball alone. Not he.
Neither Ron nor Harry had asked Hermione to dance yet. Sure, a few people had asked her, but not Harry. She only wanted Harry. Couldn't he spare one dance for her? He seemed to be permanently attached to Ginny's hip. It was like she had him on a leash. When a boy fell into Ginny Weasley's clutches there was almost no return.
This was the reason she was quite surprised, surprised but happy, when Harry asked her for a dance. It was the last slow song of the evening, surly he would want to spend it with Ginny?
"Are you sure, Harry?" Hermione asked. "I mean you came with Ginny, she is your date, I'm sure you'd rather dance the last dance with her."
Harry grinned and said, "Wow Hermione. You're so understanding. Thanks!"
Apparently Ginny had given his leash a tug, deciding that no, she didn't want to share Harry.
"How dare he." Hermione mumbled. She wiped a way a few angry tears and streamed back to the Heads Dormitory, ignoring Ron's questioning look.
~*~
Click. Hermione glanced at her clock, which ticked every hour. It was 2:00 p.m. The dance was over. She heard the common room door crack open and she huddled deeper over the covers. She suspected it was Colin Mackenrow, a Ravenclaw who was head boy. He would leave her alone. They hardly ever talked except when needed. So when her door creaked opened she was quite taken aback.
"Hermione?" A tiny voice whispered. No, this was not Colin.
"Hermione?" The voice said again, a little louder this time, confirming Hermione's suspicions.
"What, Ginny?" She asked nastily. "How did you get in here, anyway?"
"Um Hermione? Being that we're best friends you gave me the password the first day of school." Ginny said.
"Oh. Right. What do you want?" Hermione asked, now embarrassed.
Ginny fumbled around in the darkness, searching for a light. After she found it and turned it on she walked over to Hermione's bed and sat timidly on the edge.
"I guess you're pretty mad at me." She said softly.
"Well spotted." Hermione snapped angrily.
"Look," Ginny started, "I just came here to see if you were ok."
"Oh sure." Hermione responded sarcastically. "I'm ok. After the boy I've liked for 7 years ditches me for my best friend, who also has the reputation of the school slut, oh yes, I'm perfectly OK!"
Ginny's eyes watered.
Hermione rolled her eyes. Ginny could make herself cry on purpose to get whatever she wanted. This worked with most people, but not Hermione. She had known Ginny to long to know whether she was faking or not. Right now she was crying because she wanted Hermione to forgive her.
Then Ginny stood up quickly and said, "You know Hermione, you're not the only one who likes Harry here! Don't assume just because you like him that he isn't going to see other people! And yes, I admit I'm a slut. At least I can get a guy, unlike you. You mope around all the time because of Harry, and you know what? He has yet to realize that you actually even like him!" And with that she stormed out of Hermione's room, slamming the door on her way.
Hermione cried herself to sleep that night.
~*~
The next morning Hermione got up, and walked drowsily into her bathroom. She locked the door behind her and glanced at her reflection in the mirror. Her eyes were red and puffy. Just how she would like to start off her graduation day. The ceremony wouldn't be held till 7:00 that night. The rest of the day was free for the students to do whatever they pleased.
"Guess I better get down to breakfast." Hermione mumbled. She slipped into a pair of old jeans and a sweatshirt then dragged her tired body down to breakfast.
Once she was in the Great Hall she headed over to her usual seat across from Harry and Ron. She noticed Ginny was nowhere to be found.
"Hi, Hermione. What happened last night? Why'd you leave the dance so early?" Ron asked. Ron knew about Hermione liking Harry as well as Ginny knew.
"Just tired I guess. Where's Ginny?" Hermione tried to sound casual but it came out in a sort of squeak.
"Ginny?" Harry stated, "Probably off sulking somewhere."
Hermione looked surprised. "Why?"
Ron laughed, "As we all know, Harry here can't keep a girl for more than one night. He takes them out for a couple dates, gets in a few good snogs, maybe more, then ditches them. Today was Ginny's day to go I guess. It was quite funny actually. She was hitting Harry as hard as she could and screaming at the top of her lungs."
"It was not funny. It hurt. And I can keep a girl for more than a couple days, Ron." Harry snapped, rubbing his shoulder at the memory.
"Name one." Ron said to Harry, which earned him a kick in the shin.
"I'm not answering that." Harry said and turned to Hermione, "So, Mione, how many guys hearts did you win over last night? How many dances did you get?"
Hermione glanced at her plate then back up. "None."
Harry's mouth fell open while Ron looked uncomfortable. For the first few balls of the year he had tried to offer Hermione a dance, but she refused saying she would only accept Harry's offer.
"None?" Harry repeated.
"None."
"Well," Harry said nervously, "why did you let me go back to Ginny last night then?"
"Oh, you actually remember that? You weren't supposed to actually listen." She replied.
"Well, geez Mione, I'm sorry." Harry did look honestly sorry.
"Ok, Harry. There is something I've been meaning to tell you. Do you think you could come on a quick walk with me?" Hermione asked him hopefully.
"Sure Hermione."
Once outside Harry asked, "What is it you want to talk about?"
"Well, this isn't easy for me to say. But, I guess it's now or never. Harry, I've loved you ever since I met you. This has been bottled up inside of me forever, and I had to get it out. That's why I left the dance yesterday, because you preferred Ginny to me. That's why I didn't dance with anyone else, I only wanted you. But Harry, I can't live my life waiting for you anymore." Hermione took a deep breath and glanced up into Harry's face.
"Oh." Harry said, his brain at work. How could he never have noticed before? Sure, Hermione was nice, sweet, funny, and yes, Harry thought she was beautiful since she had greatly matured over the years, but she was also his best friend. He assumed that was why he never thought of her romantically. "Hermione, I'm sorry, but I don't think of you as more than a friend. I want you to know that I'm always here for you though."
Hermione looked down at the ground. She had been expecting this of course, but somehow it still hurt terribly. "I understand. Do you think we could . . ."
"Could what?"
Hermione took another deep breath. This was even harder for Hermione to say than the first thing. "Do you think we could kiss, just once? I know you don't like me like that, and I'm not expecting any outcome from the kiss, I just need it once. I've been holding onto you for too long, and I feel like this might set me free. But not now. I want it later, before we all leave Hogwarts."
Harry ran a hand threw his hair. She was not asking much, one little kiss. And with the hopeful expression on her face, how could he say no? "Ok, Mione. One kiss."
~*~
Later on that day Hermione was busy slipping into her graduation dress. Everybody was supposed to dress up. Hermione's dress was black and went down to her ankles. It was very low cut in the back. She did up her hair and makeup quickly. She was really hoping that this kiss would show her that Harry really didn't like her.
Once Hermione walked into the Great Hall she took in a small breath. There was Harry, about 5 feet from her talking to Ron. He looked gorgeous in his tux, and his bright green eyes were shining.
"Hi Harry, Ron." She said nervously, walking up to them.
"Hi." They said together.
'Wow, she looks good. Suppose she thinks I'm a bad kisser?' Harry found himself thinking as he looked at Hermione. 'Wait, what am I saying? I don't like Hermione that way, so it doesn't matter.'
The night proceeded on, with Dumbledore and various people making speeches. Soon it was all over and the famous trio was left to say their good-byes.
"Ron, um, do you think you could excuse us a second?" Hermione asked, pulling Harry outside.
The two stared at each other for awhile before Hermione said, "Well, I guess we should just do it then."
Harry slowly moved forward as in a trance and bent down to kiss Hermione softly on the lips. Soon he forgot it was Hermione he was kissing, and feeling no resistance from her he deepened the kiss. After a little while they broke apart. Harry was left feeling dazed and confused. It seemed he was being opened to a whole new world, a whole new Hermione. He didn't want to stop, but he knew he had to.
Hermione led him back inside, where she said, "See you guys at the 5 year reunion," gave then each a hug, and disapperated.
Harry and Ron were left standing alone.
"So." Ron asked, "Did you?"
"Did I what?"
"Come off it Harry. Did you kiss Mione?" Ron asked half laughing.
"What? She told you about that?" Harry yelped, looking surprised.
"Yeah, mate. She tells me everything. She really liked you, you know." Ron replied.
"Ron." Harry whispered. "I think I love Mione."
A/N - Well, there's my first chapter. Please leave a review, telling me what you think. I want at least a couple reviews before I write anymore!
A/N - I know this plot has probably been used many before, but I hope you give my story a chance.
Chapter 1 - The Two G's - Graduation and Good-Byes
Hermione Granger sat unnoticed in a corner of the Great Hall, watching as Harry danced the night away with Ginny Weasley. Ginny was supposed to be Hermione's best friend. She knew all about her big crush on Harry. So why did she say yes to him when he asked her to the end of the year ball? Tomorrow was graduation - and Hermione had still not told Harry the truth. She had hoped that Harry would come to the ball dateless and she would have time to tell him then. But no, the Great Harry Potter would most definitely not come to the ball alone. Not he.
Neither Ron nor Harry had asked Hermione to dance yet. Sure, a few people had asked her, but not Harry. She only wanted Harry. Couldn't he spare one dance for her? He seemed to be permanently attached to Ginny's hip. It was like she had him on a leash. When a boy fell into Ginny Weasley's clutches there was almost no return.
This was the reason she was quite surprised, surprised but happy, when Harry asked her for a dance. It was the last slow song of the evening, surly he would want to spend it with Ginny?
"Are you sure, Harry?" Hermione asked. "I mean you came with Ginny, she is your date, I'm sure you'd rather dance the last dance with her."
Harry grinned and said, "Wow Hermione. You're so understanding. Thanks!"
Apparently Ginny had given his leash a tug, deciding that no, she didn't want to share Harry.
"How dare he." Hermione mumbled. She wiped a way a few angry tears and streamed back to the Heads Dormitory, ignoring Ron's questioning look.
~*~
Click. Hermione glanced at her clock, which ticked every hour. It was 2:00 p.m. The dance was over. She heard the common room door crack open and she huddled deeper over the covers. She suspected it was Colin Mackenrow, a Ravenclaw who was head boy. He would leave her alone. They hardly ever talked except when needed. So when her door creaked opened she was quite taken aback.
"Hermione?" A tiny voice whispered. No, this was not Colin.
"Hermione?" The voice said again, a little louder this time, confirming Hermione's suspicions.
"What, Ginny?" She asked nastily. "How did you get in here, anyway?"
"Um Hermione? Being that we're best friends you gave me the password the first day of school." Ginny said.
"Oh. Right. What do you want?" Hermione asked, now embarrassed.
Ginny fumbled around in the darkness, searching for a light. After she found it and turned it on she walked over to Hermione's bed and sat timidly on the edge.
"I guess you're pretty mad at me." She said softly.
"Well spotted." Hermione snapped angrily.
"Look," Ginny started, "I just came here to see if you were ok."
"Oh sure." Hermione responded sarcastically. "I'm ok. After the boy I've liked for 7 years ditches me for my best friend, who also has the reputation of the school slut, oh yes, I'm perfectly OK!"
Ginny's eyes watered.
Hermione rolled her eyes. Ginny could make herself cry on purpose to get whatever she wanted. This worked with most people, but not Hermione. She had known Ginny to long to know whether she was faking or not. Right now she was crying because she wanted Hermione to forgive her.
Then Ginny stood up quickly and said, "You know Hermione, you're not the only one who likes Harry here! Don't assume just because you like him that he isn't going to see other people! And yes, I admit I'm a slut. At least I can get a guy, unlike you. You mope around all the time because of Harry, and you know what? He has yet to realize that you actually even like him!" And with that she stormed out of Hermione's room, slamming the door on her way.
Hermione cried herself to sleep that night.
~*~
The next morning Hermione got up, and walked drowsily into her bathroom. She locked the door behind her and glanced at her reflection in the mirror. Her eyes were red and puffy. Just how she would like to start off her graduation day. The ceremony wouldn't be held till 7:00 that night. The rest of the day was free for the students to do whatever they pleased.
"Guess I better get down to breakfast." Hermione mumbled. She slipped into a pair of old jeans and a sweatshirt then dragged her tired body down to breakfast.
Once she was in the Great Hall she headed over to her usual seat across from Harry and Ron. She noticed Ginny was nowhere to be found.
"Hi, Hermione. What happened last night? Why'd you leave the dance so early?" Ron asked. Ron knew about Hermione liking Harry as well as Ginny knew.
"Just tired I guess. Where's Ginny?" Hermione tried to sound casual but it came out in a sort of squeak.
"Ginny?" Harry stated, "Probably off sulking somewhere."
Hermione looked surprised. "Why?"
Ron laughed, "As we all know, Harry here can't keep a girl for more than one night. He takes them out for a couple dates, gets in a few good snogs, maybe more, then ditches them. Today was Ginny's day to go I guess. It was quite funny actually. She was hitting Harry as hard as she could and screaming at the top of her lungs."
"It was not funny. It hurt. And I can keep a girl for more than a couple days, Ron." Harry snapped, rubbing his shoulder at the memory.
"Name one." Ron said to Harry, which earned him a kick in the shin.
"I'm not answering that." Harry said and turned to Hermione, "So, Mione, how many guys hearts did you win over last night? How many dances did you get?"
Hermione glanced at her plate then back up. "None."
Harry's mouth fell open while Ron looked uncomfortable. For the first few balls of the year he had tried to offer Hermione a dance, but she refused saying she would only accept Harry's offer.
"None?" Harry repeated.
"None."
"Well," Harry said nervously, "why did you let me go back to Ginny last night then?"
"Oh, you actually remember that? You weren't supposed to actually listen." She replied.
"Well, geez Mione, I'm sorry." Harry did look honestly sorry.
"Ok, Harry. There is something I've been meaning to tell you. Do you think you could come on a quick walk with me?" Hermione asked him hopefully.
"Sure Hermione."
Once outside Harry asked, "What is it you want to talk about?"
"Well, this isn't easy for me to say. But, I guess it's now or never. Harry, I've loved you ever since I met you. This has been bottled up inside of me forever, and I had to get it out. That's why I left the dance yesterday, because you preferred Ginny to me. That's why I didn't dance with anyone else, I only wanted you. But Harry, I can't live my life waiting for you anymore." Hermione took a deep breath and glanced up into Harry's face.
"Oh." Harry said, his brain at work. How could he never have noticed before? Sure, Hermione was nice, sweet, funny, and yes, Harry thought she was beautiful since she had greatly matured over the years, but she was also his best friend. He assumed that was why he never thought of her romantically. "Hermione, I'm sorry, but I don't think of you as more than a friend. I want you to know that I'm always here for you though."
Hermione looked down at the ground. She had been expecting this of course, but somehow it still hurt terribly. "I understand. Do you think we could . . ."
"Could what?"
Hermione took another deep breath. This was even harder for Hermione to say than the first thing. "Do you think we could kiss, just once? I know you don't like me like that, and I'm not expecting any outcome from the kiss, I just need it once. I've been holding onto you for too long, and I feel like this might set me free. But not now. I want it later, before we all leave Hogwarts."
Harry ran a hand threw his hair. She was not asking much, one little kiss. And with the hopeful expression on her face, how could he say no? "Ok, Mione. One kiss."
~*~
Later on that day Hermione was busy slipping into her graduation dress. Everybody was supposed to dress up. Hermione's dress was black and went down to her ankles. It was very low cut in the back. She did up her hair and makeup quickly. She was really hoping that this kiss would show her that Harry really didn't like her.
Once Hermione walked into the Great Hall she took in a small breath. There was Harry, about 5 feet from her talking to Ron. He looked gorgeous in his tux, and his bright green eyes were shining.
"Hi Harry, Ron." She said nervously, walking up to them.
"Hi." They said together.
'Wow, she looks good. Suppose she thinks I'm a bad kisser?' Harry found himself thinking as he looked at Hermione. 'Wait, what am I saying? I don't like Hermione that way, so it doesn't matter.'
The night proceeded on, with Dumbledore and various people making speeches. Soon it was all over and the famous trio was left to say their good-byes.
"Ron, um, do you think you could excuse us a second?" Hermione asked, pulling Harry outside.
The two stared at each other for awhile before Hermione said, "Well, I guess we should just do it then."
Harry slowly moved forward as in a trance and bent down to kiss Hermione softly on the lips. Soon he forgot it was Hermione he was kissing, and feeling no resistance from her he deepened the kiss. After a little while they broke apart. Harry was left feeling dazed and confused. It seemed he was being opened to a whole new world, a whole new Hermione. He didn't want to stop, but he knew he had to.
Hermione led him back inside, where she said, "See you guys at the 5 year reunion," gave then each a hug, and disapperated.
Harry and Ron were left standing alone.
"So." Ron asked, "Did you?"
"Did I what?"
"Come off it Harry. Did you kiss Mione?" Ron asked half laughing.
"What? She told you about that?" Harry yelped, looking surprised.
"Yeah, mate. She tells me everything. She really liked you, you know." Ron replied.
"Ron." Harry whispered. "I think I love Mione."
A/N - Well, there's my first chapter. Please leave a review, telling me what you think. I want at least a couple reviews before I write anymore!