A/N: Hope you guys liked the first chapter! Thanks to all of you who reviewed and I hope
you'll continue to do so. In response to somebody's question, this is the summer after the 4th
year and the 5th year will be soon to come in future chapters.
Disclaimer: Everything here that you recognize belongs to J.K. Rowling. If this story
plot is like yours or you see something familiar from yours, I'm very sorry. I didn't copy from
anybody's story, but sry if my idea is a lot like yours. I'm not making any money off of this.
Roses are red, violets are blue
I don't own, so please don't sue.
Cheers!
HARRY POTTER AND THE FIFTH YEAR FATES
CHAPTER 2
Harry stepped into Hermione's room, not knowing what to expect. The room was fairly
small compared to the rest of the house but Harry wasn't one to complain. Compared to the
cupboard he had spent years in, this was paradise! The room was painted a robin's egg blue with
navy trimming near the ceiling, a stark contrast to Ron's fiery colored domain. The furniture
put the Hogwarts dressers and canopy beds to shame. All in all, the room was worthy of a princess
(and that's what Hermione was, right?)
"Stop it!", Harry thought to himself. "This is Hermione! She's been your best friend for
5 years now, you can't start liking her! But still… she's beautiful… her chestnut brown hair,
which had finally behaved and now cascaded down her back in silky ringlets, her cinnamon brown
eyes, the elfish point of her chin and ears, the curves that she now had in all the right
places--" AHHHHHHHH!!!!! "I've gotta stop thinking like this!" He shook his head, trying to
clear his mind of the images that had popped up. "This can't happen, right? It just can't! I
mean-"
"Harry?" Hermione was looking at him curiously now. "Are you ok? I've been calling your
name for the last minute or two. It's not your scar, is it?"
"Um, no, of course not. You have a lovely room, very nice, it is," he stammered. She
smiled.
"Well, I'm glad you like it. Come on, it's time for lunch. You can unpack your stuff
later."
Lunch went smoothly for Harry. He finally got a chance to meet Hermione's parents and
was pleasantly surprised by the warm greeting he received from them. He was so occupied that he
didn't notice the little winks and conspicuous glances that Hermione's parents sent her way.
(Hmm… wonder what they could mean, huh?) Harry and Hermione were in the middle of a Gobstone's
match, in which Harry had just been squirted viciously with a stream of nasty smelling liquid,
when the phone rang. Hermione jumped up to answer it.
"Hello?" she said.
"HELLO? HERMIONE? CAN YOU HEAR ME? IT'S RON! I HOPE I DID THIS RIGHT… YOU CAN UNDERSTAND
WHAT I'M SAYING, RIGHT? BOY, I HOPE I'M DOING THIS RIGHT!"
"Yes, Ron," Hermione sighed. "Must I remind you again that you don't need to shout?"
"Oh, that's right. Sorry Hermi." Ron lowered his voice to an *acceptable* level. "I was
just wondering how Harry's doing over there."
"Oh, he's perfectly fine! Do you wanna talk to him?"
"Yeah, put him on, why don't you." Hermione walked over to Harry and handed him the
phone.
"Ron," she mouthed, pointing to the phone. "Wants to talk to you. I'll leave you guys
alone now, shall I?" She giggled.
"Er… ok" Harry put the phone up to his ear while still sputtering from the Gobstone
liquid. "Ron? You there? Ok, good. I NEED HELP!" He lowered his voice to a whisper. "I'm sharing
a room with Hermi! And I think she likes me! I mean, she's been all flirty and everything! What
do I do?"
"Finally figured it out, huh?" Harry was puzzled, but Ron continued. "Remember earlier
today when we were talking? I was just about to tell you that Hermione likes you. It's so
obvious!" Harry was floored. Had he suddenly become more daft than Ron? And when had Ron started
talking like Parvati and Lavender? Was he losing his best friend? Ok, now he was getting off
subject.
"Ok, Ron, that's great. We've just about covered the fact that I'm stupid. Now what do I
do? How do I act around her? If I smile, will she think I'm leading her on? Should I lead her on?
What if she likes me and I like her? Do I like her? Oh my god, what if I like-"
"HARRY!" Ron's voice broke through Harry's blabbering. "Relax! I was talking to Gred and
Forge last night about all of this-"
"Whoa Ron! How'd you talk to them about it last night?!? I didn't even know until today!"
Ron snickered. "You know, it was kinda obvious after she kissed you at Platform 9 and ¾.
The twins said that if you like her, kiss her. And if you don't like her, well, kiss her
anyways."
"RON!!! I can't do that!" Harry was beet red by now. "She's my BEST FRIEND! I can't just
go up to her and kiss her! Are you insane?!?" Ron was obviously not the man to go to for
relationship advice. That much was clear to Harry now. "Um, you know what? I think I'm just
going to go now… I'd much rather figure this all out by myself."
"Whatever man. Have fun sharing a room with Hermione!" *click* With those parting words,
Ron had hung up. Harry stared at the receiver for a few moments before placing it back in the
cradle. "Wow" was all he could think.
At the other end of the house, somebody had been listening to the entire conversation.
That somebody just happened to be the best friend of the two boys. Hermione.
"Wow" she thought. "So does Harry like me or not? That conversation made no sense at all!
Guess I'll have to find my own way to get Harry to confess his true feelings. A light bulb
seemed to wink on above her head and she pulled out a piece of parchment and began scribbling
furiously.
A couple minutes later, she sat back and admired her handiwork. "Nice," she thought.
"Doesn't even look like my handwriting." She then picked up the phone and dialed a few numbers.
"Yes, Hermes Delivery Agency? I need a message delivered to the Granger household to a
young man named Harry Potter." she said
"No problem, ma'am," the clerk replied. "Please tap the message you would like delivered
3 times with your wand." Hermione did so and in a flash, the parchment was gone. She smiled to
herself.
"Now all I have to do is wait and see what happens." Soon after, Harry stepped into
Hermione's room holding a piece of parchment (what could it be?), reading and rereading it. "Hey
Harry. What's that?" asked Hermione. Harry looked up, startled, as if he hadn't known she was
there. He gulped.
"Er, nothing, Hermione. Is it time for dinner?" He said in an unnaturally high, nervous
voice. As he was talking, he stuffed the parchment into the pocket of his baggy jeans (old
property of a certain Mr. Dudley Dursley)
"Just about, Harry, why don't we go get ready?" As they walked out of the room, Harry
seemed to change his mind about taking the parchment along with him, instead placing it on
Hermione dresser. It lay there, slowly unfolding.
*at which time the camera zooms in to give the reader a better look*
Written in a sparkly pink color, a feminine hand had laid down the following words:
"Dearest Harry,
I love you. There has never been anybody else for me and there never will. You are the
sun in my sky, my stars to wish upon. I worship the very ground you walk upon and I need to know
how you feel about me. I know that you are currently staying with Hermione Granger and her
family- please meet me in the garden, under the big oak tree, tomorrow night at 8 o'clock. I'll
be waiting, then and forever.
~ Your secret admirer
A/N: What do you think of that? I hope I haven't disappointed u guys… heehee. Tell me where you
want me to go w/ the next chapter pleaz! I haven't started with it yet so it could go anywhere
right now. Luv ya!
-Ann
you'll continue to do so. In response to somebody's question, this is the summer after the 4th
year and the 5th year will be soon to come in future chapters.
Disclaimer: Everything here that you recognize belongs to J.K. Rowling. If this story
plot is like yours or you see something familiar from yours, I'm very sorry. I didn't copy from
anybody's story, but sry if my idea is a lot like yours. I'm not making any money off of this.
Roses are red, violets are blue
I don't own, so please don't sue.
Cheers!
HARRY POTTER AND THE FIFTH YEAR FATES
CHAPTER 2
Harry stepped into Hermione's room, not knowing what to expect. The room was fairly
small compared to the rest of the house but Harry wasn't one to complain. Compared to the
cupboard he had spent years in, this was paradise! The room was painted a robin's egg blue with
navy trimming near the ceiling, a stark contrast to Ron's fiery colored domain. The furniture
put the Hogwarts dressers and canopy beds to shame. All in all, the room was worthy of a princess
(and that's what Hermione was, right?)
"Stop it!", Harry thought to himself. "This is Hermione! She's been your best friend for
5 years now, you can't start liking her! But still… she's beautiful… her chestnut brown hair,
which had finally behaved and now cascaded down her back in silky ringlets, her cinnamon brown
eyes, the elfish point of her chin and ears, the curves that she now had in all the right
places--" AHHHHHHHH!!!!! "I've gotta stop thinking like this!" He shook his head, trying to
clear his mind of the images that had popped up. "This can't happen, right? It just can't! I
mean-"
"Harry?" Hermione was looking at him curiously now. "Are you ok? I've been calling your
name for the last minute or two. It's not your scar, is it?"
"Um, no, of course not. You have a lovely room, very nice, it is," he stammered. She
smiled.
"Well, I'm glad you like it. Come on, it's time for lunch. You can unpack your stuff
later."
Lunch went smoothly for Harry. He finally got a chance to meet Hermione's parents and
was pleasantly surprised by the warm greeting he received from them. He was so occupied that he
didn't notice the little winks and conspicuous glances that Hermione's parents sent her way.
(Hmm… wonder what they could mean, huh?) Harry and Hermione were in the middle of a Gobstone's
match, in which Harry had just been squirted viciously with a stream of nasty smelling liquid,
when the phone rang. Hermione jumped up to answer it.
"Hello?" she said.
"HELLO? HERMIONE? CAN YOU HEAR ME? IT'S RON! I HOPE I DID THIS RIGHT… YOU CAN UNDERSTAND
WHAT I'M SAYING, RIGHT? BOY, I HOPE I'M DOING THIS RIGHT!"
"Yes, Ron," Hermione sighed. "Must I remind you again that you don't need to shout?"
"Oh, that's right. Sorry Hermi." Ron lowered his voice to an *acceptable* level. "I was
just wondering how Harry's doing over there."
"Oh, he's perfectly fine! Do you wanna talk to him?"
"Yeah, put him on, why don't you." Hermione walked over to Harry and handed him the
phone.
"Ron," she mouthed, pointing to the phone. "Wants to talk to you. I'll leave you guys
alone now, shall I?" She giggled.
"Er… ok" Harry put the phone up to his ear while still sputtering from the Gobstone
liquid. "Ron? You there? Ok, good. I NEED HELP!" He lowered his voice to a whisper. "I'm sharing
a room with Hermi! And I think she likes me! I mean, she's been all flirty and everything! What
do I do?"
"Finally figured it out, huh?" Harry was puzzled, but Ron continued. "Remember earlier
today when we were talking? I was just about to tell you that Hermione likes you. It's so
obvious!" Harry was floored. Had he suddenly become more daft than Ron? And when had Ron started
talking like Parvati and Lavender? Was he losing his best friend? Ok, now he was getting off
subject.
"Ok, Ron, that's great. We've just about covered the fact that I'm stupid. Now what do I
do? How do I act around her? If I smile, will she think I'm leading her on? Should I lead her on?
What if she likes me and I like her? Do I like her? Oh my god, what if I like-"
"HARRY!" Ron's voice broke through Harry's blabbering. "Relax! I was talking to Gred and
Forge last night about all of this-"
"Whoa Ron! How'd you talk to them about it last night?!? I didn't even know until today!"
Ron snickered. "You know, it was kinda obvious after she kissed you at Platform 9 and ¾.
The twins said that if you like her, kiss her. And if you don't like her, well, kiss her
anyways."
"RON!!! I can't do that!" Harry was beet red by now. "She's my BEST FRIEND! I can't just
go up to her and kiss her! Are you insane?!?" Ron was obviously not the man to go to for
relationship advice. That much was clear to Harry now. "Um, you know what? I think I'm just
going to go now… I'd much rather figure this all out by myself."
"Whatever man. Have fun sharing a room with Hermione!" *click* With those parting words,
Ron had hung up. Harry stared at the receiver for a few moments before placing it back in the
cradle. "Wow" was all he could think.
At the other end of the house, somebody had been listening to the entire conversation.
That somebody just happened to be the best friend of the two boys. Hermione.
"Wow" she thought. "So does Harry like me or not? That conversation made no sense at all!
Guess I'll have to find my own way to get Harry to confess his true feelings. A light bulb
seemed to wink on above her head and she pulled out a piece of parchment and began scribbling
furiously.
A couple minutes later, she sat back and admired her handiwork. "Nice," she thought.
"Doesn't even look like my handwriting." She then picked up the phone and dialed a few numbers.
"Yes, Hermes Delivery Agency? I need a message delivered to the Granger household to a
young man named Harry Potter." she said
"No problem, ma'am," the clerk replied. "Please tap the message you would like delivered
3 times with your wand." Hermione did so and in a flash, the parchment was gone. She smiled to
herself.
"Now all I have to do is wait and see what happens." Soon after, Harry stepped into
Hermione's room holding a piece of parchment (what could it be?), reading and rereading it. "Hey
Harry. What's that?" asked Hermione. Harry looked up, startled, as if he hadn't known she was
there. He gulped.
"Er, nothing, Hermione. Is it time for dinner?" He said in an unnaturally high, nervous
voice. As he was talking, he stuffed the parchment into the pocket of his baggy jeans (old
property of a certain Mr. Dudley Dursley)
"Just about, Harry, why don't we go get ready?" As they walked out of the room, Harry
seemed to change his mind about taking the parchment along with him, instead placing it on
Hermione dresser. It lay there, slowly unfolding.
*at which time the camera zooms in to give the reader a better look*
Written in a sparkly pink color, a feminine hand had laid down the following words:
"Dearest Harry,
I love you. There has never been anybody else for me and there never will. You are the
sun in my sky, my stars to wish upon. I worship the very ground you walk upon and I need to know
how you feel about me. I know that you are currently staying with Hermione Granger and her
family- please meet me in the garden, under the big oak tree, tomorrow night at 8 o'clock. I'll
be waiting, then and forever.
~ Your secret admirer
A/N: What do you think of that? I hope I haven't disappointed u guys… heehee. Tell me where you
want me to go w/ the next chapter pleaz! I haven't started with it yet so it could go anywhere
right now. Luv ya!
-Ann