The weeks went by, and Hermione would still feel the same annoyance
whenever Harry was around, due to the continuous dreams she had been having
about him.
Quiddich had now started and Hermione found herself feeling very lonely with both Harry and Ron having Quiddich practice. She spent a lot of time in the library, but before long she decided there were only so many books you could read. So she spent the rest of her time in the common room doing other things.
Today was a sunny day in the middle of November. Hermione was sitting at a table near he a window in which you could see the Quiddich pitch out of. She had a book propped open on the table but her attention was on the small speck that was Harry, out side. I really should be more nice to him...Hermione thought. He's so gorgeous and it really isn't his fault I've been having these dreams. I should apologize tonight.
Harry and Ron walked out of the changing room together. Both feeling energized as they had just had a very good practice. They walked all the way to the portrait hole, muttered the password and crawled in, where they found Hermione sitting in her favorite chair by the fire. Once Ron and Harry had both gotten in, Hermione looked up and Ron and said, nervously, " Er-Ron, do you suppose I could talk to Harry, alone for a moment?"
"Um, yeah, okay." Said a confused Ron. "Meet you up stairs, Harry." And he walked off, disappearing up the spiral staircase.
"What is it, Hermione?" Harry said, as he sat down across from her, feeling a bit nervous himself.
"Well, um-Oh Harry! I'm terribly sorry I've been so rude! I don't know what's gotten into me!" said Hermione, who had gotten up from her seat, flung her arms around Harry and reduced to tears.
"Oh, um, that's okay Hermione," said Harry, trying to comfort her best he could, "But what's up?"
"Oh, I wish I could tell you Harry but I can't," said Hermione, who had gotten up again, now standing in front of him, tears streaking her cheeks. "I'm going to bed now, goodnight." And with that she dashed up the staircase, letting out occasional soft sobs all the way up, leaving a very confused Harry alone in his chair.
When he had finally drawn his attention to the staircase where Hermione had disappeared, he looked back at her chair and noticed something in the corner. A small blue book. Harry went over, and picked it up looking around (there were only a few second years still up) and went back down to his seat. Harry recognized that it had been the same little book Harry caught Hermione with several times. He opened it, curiously. It was a diary. He looked around once more, not wanting to get caught, and looked at the first page, which read:
Dear Diary,
Today was my first day back at Hogwarts. The feast was great. I am really glad to be back in the castle. Ron and Harry are okay, well actually, there seemed to be something bothering Harry. Like he had something on his mind that was bugging him. He was acting rather odd today. I'm really concerned I hope he's alright. Anyway..it's getting late and I really should go to bed.
Hermione
Harry smiled to himself. She had written about him in her diary, it made him feel special for some reason. Harry turned the page to read it:
Dear Diary,
Today I woke up very late from a strange dream, but I will write about that later. We got our schedules, the first class was Defense Against the Dark Arts with our new professor, Snape. Snape's little brother. He was really nice, and quite good-looking, I must say. But anyways..about my dream. It was about Harry. (Harry stopped for a minute and read the line over and over again in disbelief. Then read on..) we were in the Great Hall, alone. He made music play from nowhere and asked me to dance, I said yes, of course. I couldn't stop looking at his eyes. They are so gorgeous. He leaned in close and we were about to kiss, when Parvati had woken me up. I am confused, I'm not sure what's going on. Do I like Harry? I don't know, I better go, it's late.
Hermione
Harry closed the diary quickly. This isn't right. He thought, I will give it back to her tomorrow.
Harry went to bed that night with tons of thoughts swarming his head. Did Hermione like him? He was feeling confused, anxious, excited and guilty all at the same time. Harry liked Hermione, he knew he did, he thought she was so beautiful, and he cared for her more then anything...
Harry couldn't sleep, so he went down to the common room, just in his pajamas. He crept quietly out of the dormitory, trying not to wake his fellow Gryffindors. When Harry got down to the common room, and was heading for the couch, he noticed someone was there.
"Hello?" said Harry.
The person turned around, "Hello Harry," It was Hermione. She was sitting on the couch in her nightgown, "Why don't you come and sit down?" she said softly. She had a very strange look on her face.
"Alright," said Harry, and he went to go sit down on the opposite end of the couch on which Hermione sat.
"Why so far away, Harry? Are you scared of me?" said Hermione as she scooted herself very close to Harry.
"Um, no.." said Harry. He felt himself getting nervous. This wasn't like Hermione.
"You look so tense," said Hermione putting her hands on Harry's shoulders and starting to massage them, "why don't you just relax" she whispered in Harry's ear.
Before Harry knew it, he and Hermione were kissing very passionately. Hermione was running her fingers through his hair. It was wonderful. She does like me Harry thought to himself as he kissed her, but suddenly Harry felt someone shake him..
"HARRY!" He opened his eyes quickly to see what was going on, and he found himself looking at Ron, "Harry, you've got to get up, today's the Hogsmead trip, remember?"
It had only been a dream..but what a dream it was. Harry wish he could be back there with her...
Quiddich had now started and Hermione found herself feeling very lonely with both Harry and Ron having Quiddich practice. She spent a lot of time in the library, but before long she decided there were only so many books you could read. So she spent the rest of her time in the common room doing other things.
Today was a sunny day in the middle of November. Hermione was sitting at a table near he a window in which you could see the Quiddich pitch out of. She had a book propped open on the table but her attention was on the small speck that was Harry, out side. I really should be more nice to him...Hermione thought. He's so gorgeous and it really isn't his fault I've been having these dreams. I should apologize tonight.
Harry and Ron walked out of the changing room together. Both feeling energized as they had just had a very good practice. They walked all the way to the portrait hole, muttered the password and crawled in, where they found Hermione sitting in her favorite chair by the fire. Once Ron and Harry had both gotten in, Hermione looked up and Ron and said, nervously, " Er-Ron, do you suppose I could talk to Harry, alone for a moment?"
"Um, yeah, okay." Said a confused Ron. "Meet you up stairs, Harry." And he walked off, disappearing up the spiral staircase.
"What is it, Hermione?" Harry said, as he sat down across from her, feeling a bit nervous himself.
"Well, um-Oh Harry! I'm terribly sorry I've been so rude! I don't know what's gotten into me!" said Hermione, who had gotten up from her seat, flung her arms around Harry and reduced to tears.
"Oh, um, that's okay Hermione," said Harry, trying to comfort her best he could, "But what's up?"
"Oh, I wish I could tell you Harry but I can't," said Hermione, who had gotten up again, now standing in front of him, tears streaking her cheeks. "I'm going to bed now, goodnight." And with that she dashed up the staircase, letting out occasional soft sobs all the way up, leaving a very confused Harry alone in his chair.
When he had finally drawn his attention to the staircase where Hermione had disappeared, he looked back at her chair and noticed something in the corner. A small blue book. Harry went over, and picked it up looking around (there were only a few second years still up) and went back down to his seat. Harry recognized that it had been the same little book Harry caught Hermione with several times. He opened it, curiously. It was a diary. He looked around once more, not wanting to get caught, and looked at the first page, which read:
Dear Diary,
Today was my first day back at Hogwarts. The feast was great. I am really glad to be back in the castle. Ron and Harry are okay, well actually, there seemed to be something bothering Harry. Like he had something on his mind that was bugging him. He was acting rather odd today. I'm really concerned I hope he's alright. Anyway..it's getting late and I really should go to bed.
Hermione
Harry smiled to himself. She had written about him in her diary, it made him feel special for some reason. Harry turned the page to read it:
Dear Diary,
Today I woke up very late from a strange dream, but I will write about that later. We got our schedules, the first class was Defense Against the Dark Arts with our new professor, Snape. Snape's little brother. He was really nice, and quite good-looking, I must say. But anyways..about my dream. It was about Harry. (Harry stopped for a minute and read the line over and over again in disbelief. Then read on..) we were in the Great Hall, alone. He made music play from nowhere and asked me to dance, I said yes, of course. I couldn't stop looking at his eyes. They are so gorgeous. He leaned in close and we were about to kiss, when Parvati had woken me up. I am confused, I'm not sure what's going on. Do I like Harry? I don't know, I better go, it's late.
Hermione
Harry closed the diary quickly. This isn't right. He thought, I will give it back to her tomorrow.
Harry went to bed that night with tons of thoughts swarming his head. Did Hermione like him? He was feeling confused, anxious, excited and guilty all at the same time. Harry liked Hermione, he knew he did, he thought she was so beautiful, and he cared for her more then anything...
Harry couldn't sleep, so he went down to the common room, just in his pajamas. He crept quietly out of the dormitory, trying not to wake his fellow Gryffindors. When Harry got down to the common room, and was heading for the couch, he noticed someone was there.
"Hello?" said Harry.
The person turned around, "Hello Harry," It was Hermione. She was sitting on the couch in her nightgown, "Why don't you come and sit down?" she said softly. She had a very strange look on her face.
"Alright," said Harry, and he went to go sit down on the opposite end of the couch on which Hermione sat.
"Why so far away, Harry? Are you scared of me?" said Hermione as she scooted herself very close to Harry.
"Um, no.." said Harry. He felt himself getting nervous. This wasn't like Hermione.
"You look so tense," said Hermione putting her hands on Harry's shoulders and starting to massage them, "why don't you just relax" she whispered in Harry's ear.
Before Harry knew it, he and Hermione were kissing very passionately. Hermione was running her fingers through his hair. It was wonderful. She does like me Harry thought to himself as he kissed her, but suddenly Harry felt someone shake him..
"HARRY!" He opened his eyes quickly to see what was going on, and he found himself looking at Ron, "Harry, you've got to get up, today's the Hogsmead trip, remember?"
It had only been a dream..but what a dream it was. Harry wish he could be back there with her...