Welcome back everyone!
I am super excited to let you all know that we are almost done with this fanfcition! We will soon be able to go onto the next book, and hopefully get a bit more loving, sense they will be older. I mean when I was twelve I would go on "Dates" which was just basically going out to get ice cream and play at the park, but still.
Now that I'm older I can see how innocent, simple, and chidlish those dates were, But back then we were totally serious... I know some people might think it's a bit odd that I was "Dating" at twelve, but again, It was simple and innocent crushing. Not like high school, where some of my friends went on dates and were just groping each other, or going "All the way" God what I would give to have those times back... Fuck I miss being an innocent and devilish kid... Now I am just labeled as "Perverted" and "That weird girl who likes to write about books she reads and makes them do it..." Yup. What I would give to be labeled as "cute little hellion" or "Child with possible mental problems" or even "Psychopath." Okay so what if every fish I got mysteriously died from unknown causes or was found in the microwave?! I was just a child back then who had odd ideas that she took a little too far... CX
Okay I'm gonna stop rambling now and let you all continue to the shit you really want to read~
Disclaimer: Nope I sadly don't own any of these characters, they all belong to Rowling. C:
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Quirrel was surprising stronger than we had all anticipated, because even though he looked sickly and white, he was still looked as if he hadn't cracked yet.
Every time we passed the third-floor corridor, Harry, Ron, and I would press our ears to the door to check that Fluffy was still growling inside. Snape was sweeping about in his usual bad temper, which surely meant that the Stone was still safe. Whenever Harry passed Quirrell these days he gave him an encouraging sort of smile, and Ron had started telling people off for laughing at Quirrell's stutter.
I sat there in class while he rambled off about some creature and what we were to write about. I had already finished the assignment, and taken a full two pages of notes, so I could spend a little while to think or space out.
I can't believe Snape is actually the one behind everything... I mean granted I don't know everything that happened to Harry, but still...
and I believe Harry and I are getting closer... I mean he certainly trusts me, and I trust him. But I feel like something in the future might happen... Something big, and that note I got on Christmas day... Who cares if Harry and I are friends? And how exactly am I going t get hurt?
I'm not sure how long I was zoned out, but I was pulled out of my thoughts as the school bell rang. Lunch.
I sigh and pack up my things, "Hey. I left something in the common room, I'll catch up, k?" I say to my three male friends, who all nod and I rush off to the Gryffindor tower. Once inside I run up the steps and push open the door.
I walk over to my bedside table and pull out the single drawer. I push aside the miscellaneous things until I reach a very crumpled note.
"You're not safe, you will never be safe, get out now while you still can. If you stick with H.P. You will surely be hurt-
You have been warned.
Oh and Happy Christmas."
I frown at it. How could anyone possibly know I was going to get hurt? Harry surely wouldn't hurt me, and even though Ron can be a wee bit annoying, he wouldn't hurt me either...
But maybe it was from Draco. Draco would most likely hurt a Mudblood like me. God he's so arrogant. and a jerk...
I place the note back in my drawer and look at something else, it was a drawing I made when I was about five. It was of me and my future family. I furrow my brow and look closer to see that "my" husband looked almost exactly like Harry, and that there were three kids. Two girls and one baby boy... I gasp and shove that farther back and cover it up with a book.
How the heck did I... I mean it's exactly like what was in the mirror... did five year old me know what I wanted, even before I knew what I wanted?!
And Harry only thinks of me as a friend, nothing more... Right?
I shake my head and push away all those thoughts. I sit there for a moment looking down at my shoes, and only remembering it was lunch when my stomach growled. I get up and rush down the stairs and out the door.
I finally reached the Great Hall, and I sit next to Lavender and Neville this time. Harry and Ron sat across from me and we all ate and joked. I sensed someone was watching me, and I look up to catch Dumbledore looking closely at me. There was something off in his eyes... And then-poof-they were back to normal, all shiny and twinkly. he smiles warmly at me and nods his head, before he turns and starts chatting with Professor McGonagall.
I go back to eating, but then I sense someone was watching me again I look up to see Malfoy staring coldly at Harry's head, and then he makes eyecontact with me and glares. His eyes are so cold and almost lifeless. I shudder-he certainly is intimidating in his own way-
"Hermione? You okay?" Someone says and I snap my eyes to see that Harry, Ron, Neville, Lavender, and Padma, were all staring at me. I smile a fake smile and nod
"yeah, sorry I zoned out for a moment... You were saying?" Everyone goes back to talking, except Harry, who after staring at me curiously, but eventually goes back to conversing with Ron.
I sigh and look down at my salad, and I pick at it with my fork. I move the lettuce and various toppings around for a bit before finally taking a bite.
But only because Harry was still looking at me oddly from the corner of his eye.
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That night in the common room, I had more on my mind than just the Sorcerer's stone. I had started drawing up study schedules and color coding all her notes. Harry and Ron just wouldn't to do the same, even though I kept nagging them to do so.
"Hermione, the exams are ages away."
"Ten weeks," I snapped. "That's not ages, that's like a second to Nicolas Flamel."
"But we're not six hundred years old," Ron reminded my. "Anyway, what are you studying for, you already know it's an A."
"What am I studying for? Are you crazy? You realize we need to pass these exams to get into the second year? They're very important, I should have started studying a month ago, I don't know what's gotten into me..." I mutter as I flip through a book about werewolves.
Fortunately the teachers were sane and seemed to be thinking along the same lines as me. They piled so much homework on them that the Easter holidays weren't nearly as much carefree and boring-Okay, so the snowball fights and long talks and chess with Harry was sort of nice, but still-as the Christmas ones. It was hard to relax with Harry and Ron next to you obviously dozing off and daydreaming while you're trying to recite the twelve uses of dragon's blood or practicing wand movements. Harry and Ron spent most of their free time in the library with me-there was a lot of moaning and whining, let me tell you-, trying to get through all their extra work.
"I'll never remember this," Ron burst out one afternoon-we were working in the library after lunch- throwing down his quill and looking longingly out of the library window. It was the first really fine day they'd had in months. The sky was a clear, forget-me-not blue, and there was a feeling in the air of summer coming.
Harry, who was looking up "Dittany" in One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi, didn't even look up when Ron continued complaining, but I did, and I saw a very similar and fairly large face peeking through some books, "Hagrid! What are you doing in the library?"
Hagrid shuffled into view, hiding something behind his back. He looked very out of place in his moleskin overcoat.
"Jus' lookin'," he said, in a shifty voice that got their interest at once. "An' what're you lot up ter?" He looked suddenly suspicious. "Yer not still lookin' fer Nicolas Flamel, are yeh?"
"Oh, we found out who he is ages ago," said Ron impressively. "And we know what that dog's guarding, it's a Sorcerer's St-" I face palm at Ron's stupidity and finish writing down something as I absently listen to the conversation between the three male specimens.
"Shhhh!" Hagrid looked around quickly to see if anyone was listening. "Don' go shoutin' about it, what's the matter with yeh?" I nod vaguely and mutter "Uh isn't it obvious? This is Ron we are talking about. What isn't wrong with him?" Unfortunately, Ron heard me and looked over glaring. He flicks my forehead and I stick my tongue out at him.
"There are a few things we wanted to ask you, as a matter of fact," said Harry trying to distract Ron and I from each other, "about what's guarding the Stone apart from Fluffy-"
"SHHHH!" said Hagrid again. "Listen - come an' see me later, I'm not promisin' I'll tell yeh anythin', mind you, but don' go rabbitin' about it in here, students aren' s'pposed ter know. They'll think I've told yeh-"
"See you later, then," said Harry.
"Bye Hagrid!" I say as he shuffled off.
"What was he hiding behind his back?" I say thoughtfully once I was sure he had gone.
"Do you think it had anything to do with the Stone?"
"I'm going to see what section he was in," said Ron, who'd had enough of working. He came back a minute later with a pile of books in his arms and slammed them down on the table.
"Dragons!" he whispered. "Hagrid was looking up stuff about dragons! Look at these: Dragon Species of Great Britain and Ireland; From Egg to Inferno, A Dragon Keeper's Guide."
"Hagrid's always wanted a dragon, he told me so the first time I ever met him, " said Harry.
"But it's against our laws," said Ron. "Dragon breeding was outlawed by the Warlocks' Convention of 1709, everyone knows that. It's hard to stop Muggles from noticing us if we're keeping dragons in the back garden - anyway, you can't tame dragons, it's dangerous. You should see the burns Charlie's got off wild ones in Romania."
"But there aren't wild dragons in Britain ?" said Harry.
"Of course there are," said Ron. "Common Welsh Green and Hebridean Blacks. The Ministry of Magic has a job hushing them up, I can tell you. Our kind have to keep putting spells on Muggles who've spotted them, to make them forget."
"So what on earth's Hagrid up to?" I mutter as I fix something on Harry's parchment.
Harry smiles over at me, and I blush. I almost melted right there again, and in order to not pounce on harry, I look down, clear my throat, and finish what I was writing.
Ron looks between harry and I with an odd look, but shrugs and opens up the book about taking care of dragons.
I gasp and they look over at me, "Oh my god," I breathe dramatically, "Ronald Weasely, not only holding, but also reading a book out of his own freewill?! Someone pinch me now, because I must be hallucinating." I smirk as Ron's face turns a deep shade of scarlet and Harry laughs.
Ron then pinches me-hard-"Ow!" I say and glare at him, and he looks back, innocently and he even bats his eyelashes a bit, "What? You told us to pinch you. I was just fulfilling your wish." Harry fistbumps him and I gape at him, "Jerks..." I say "I'm not checking your homework for the next two days." I say and push Harry's parchment and quill back towards him. hey both stare horrified at me and I lean back a satisfied smile playing at my lips.
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When we knocked on the door of the gamekeeper's hut an hour later, we three were surprised to see that all the curtains were closed. Hagrid called "Who is it?" before he let them in, and then shut the door quickly behind them.
It was stifling hot inside. Even though it was such a warm day, there was a blazing fire in the grate. Hagrid made them tea and offered them stoat sandwiches, which they refused.
"So - yeh wanted to ask me somethin'?"
"Yes," said Harry. There was no point beating around the bush. "We were wondering if you could tell us what's guarding the Sorcerer's Stone apart from Fluffy."
Hagrid frowned at us three and I smiled innocently while I rub my neck.
"O' course I can't," he said. "Number one, I don' know meself. Number two, yeh know too much already, so I wouldn' tell yeh if I could. That Stone's here fer a good reason. It was almost stolen outta Gringotts - I s'ppose yeh've worked that out an' all? Beats me how yeh even know abou' Fluffy."
"Oh, come on, Hagrid, you might not want to tell us, but you do know, you know everything that goes on round here," I say in a warm, flattering voice-Being a girl does have it's perks, doesn't it?- Hagrid's beard twitched and they could tell he was smiling. "We only wondered who had done the guarding, really." I ventured on. "We wondered who Dumbledore had trusted enough to help him, apart from you."
Hagrid's chest swelled at these last words. Harry and Ron beamed at me and I blushed slightly.
"Well, I don' s'pose it could hurt ter tell yeh that... let's see... he borrowed Fluffy from me... then some o' the teachers did enchantments... Professor Sprout - Professor Flitwick - Professor McGonagall - " he ticked them off on his fingers, "Professor Quirrell - an' Dumbledore himself did somethin', o' course. Hang on, I've forgotten someone. Oh yeah, Professor Snape."
"Snape?" we all say in unison, and Harry sits forward in his seat.
"Yeah - yer not still on abou' that, are yeh? Look, Snape helped protect the Stone, he's not about ter steal it."
I knew Harry and Ron were thinking the same as I was. If Snape had been in on protecting the Stone, it must have been easy to find out how the other teachers had guarded it. He probably knew everything - except, it seemed, Quirrell's spell and how to get past Fluffy.
"You're the only one who knows how to get past Fluffy. aren't you, Hagrid?" said Harry anxiously. "And you wouldn't tell anyone, would you? Not even one of the teachers?"
"Not a soul knows except me an' Dumbledore," said Hagrid proudly.
"Well, that's something," Harry muttered to Ron and I. "Hagrid, can we have a window open? I'm boiling."
"Can't, Harry, sorry," said Hagrid. Harry noticed him glance at the fire. I looked at it, too.
"Hagrid - what's that ?" I say nervous that I knew the answer, but I really hoped I didn't.
"Ah," said Hagrid, fiddling nervously with his beard, "That's - er..."
I looked closer and I soon realized I was right in knowing what exactly it was- . In the very heart of the fire, underneath the kettle, was a huge, black egg.
"Where did you get it, Hagrid?" said Ron, crouching over the fire to get a closer look at the egg. "It must've cost you a fortune."
"Won it," said Hagrid. "Las' night. I was down in the village havin' a few drinks an' got into a game o' cards with a stranger. Think he was quite glad ter get rid of it, ter be honest."
"But what are you going to do with it when it's hatched?" said Harry. And I nodded in agreement.
"Well, I've bin doin' some readin'," said Hagrid, pulling a large book from under his pillow. "Got this outta the library - Dragon Breeding for Pleasure and Profit - it's a bit outta date, o' course, but it's all in here. Keep the egg in the fire, 'cause their mothers breathe on I em, see, an' when it hatches, feed it on a bucket o' brandy mixed with chicken blood every half hour. An' see here - how ter recognize diff'rent eggs - what I got there's a Norwegian Ridgeback. They're rare, them."
He looked very pleased with himself, but I'm sure you could tell I wasn't-pleased that is-
"Hagrid, you live in a wooden house," I said.
But Hagrid wasn't listening. He was humming merrily as he stoked the fire(Wouldn't that hurt?)
So now they had something else to worry about: what might happen to Hagrid if anyone found out he was hiding an illegal dragon in his hut.
we walked back to the common room and I practically forced Harry and Ron to finish their Potions essays. I then went on to review it for them and fix anything that was wrong.
Ron almost fell asleep, and decided it was time for him to go to bed.
"night"
"Night." harry and I say and I finish reviewing his so he cold go to bed too.
"thanks, you're a lifesaver," Harry says as he stuffs his essay and books in his bag. He then kisses my cheek and rushes off saying something about g'night.
I sit there, fixed to my seat, and I touch my cheek with trembling fingers I can feel the warm blush creep up my face and I smile dreamily, "Night, Potter..." I say and not even blinking, I slowly hop off the chair and go up to take a well deserved bath.
While I sit there, soaking in my little bubble kingdom, I stare off into space, and replay the cheek-kissing over and over again in my mind.
"Thanks, you're a lifesaver," I remember the soft feel of his lips, and the warm feeling that spread through my body as I smelled his shampoo-something woodsy-and how natural it seemed to him.
I sigh and sink down lower in the water and I close my eyes.
I replay the scene again, but this time in different scenarios.
"Thank you my dearest Hermione, you are truly to smartest and most gorgeous person in the whole world. You are a lifesaver... My lifesaver." He whispers, leaning in slightly.
I imagine my pulse quickening and my breaths coming in quick and short.
"'twas nothing, Harry, I would do anything for you..." I say as he leans in closer
"Oh I know, and that's why I love you so much..." he was now inches away from my face, and before I knew it, he was kissing my cheek and rushing away.
my fantasies were crushed when I ran out of air and had to burst out from my little water-bubble-thing. I take deep breaths as I run my hand over my hair and lean back.
I then rinse off and get dried. I change into my nightgown and hop in bed with Nomy-NomWhal's nickname I gave him- I pull the covers up and over my head as I secretly smile.
Harry might actually like me...
and with that I drift off into a very...Dream like dream...
"Thanks, you're a life saver!" harry says and kisses me on the cheek
the dream morphs and I am sitting in the same spot, with Harry and Ron, only they seem older, like... 15 maybe? and to my suprise, when I look down, I actually have boobs. Like decently sized boobs.. "what the-where did these come from?" I think.
Harry keeps looking over at me from the corner of his eyes and I keep looking down blushing. Ron has his hand on my thigh and I am checking their work-typical, they'll never change, will they?-Ron yawns, squeezes my thigh, "i'm so tired, I'm going to head on up..Night 'Mione," he says and leans in and kisses me, then getting up, "Night Harry, see you up there?" He asks swinging his bag over his shoulder. Harry nods mutely and I look down at my feet as Ron walks away.
"You don't have to be that way, you know." I say after I hear the door close. Harry looks over at me and I stare into his eyes. "Like what?" he asks and I roll my eyes.
"Like 'I'm gonna be all passive-aggressive towards my best friend because he kissed his girlfriend in front of me." I say in my best man voice. Harry chuckles a bit before placing a hand under my chin.
"I'm only acting that way because my best friend's soon to be ex-girlfriend is kissing him, when she and I both know that she actually wants to be kissing me."
"is that so?" I say smirking. "it is," He says and leans in. I lean in and close my eyes. our lips make contact and it send shudders through my whole body, he turns his head to the side while he kisses and I sigh in content. He pulls me over on his lap and I sit there, legs hanging over the chair, arms around his neck, and kissing the love of my life, everything seemed perfect... Until.
BAM! we fall over and I land ontop of harry. I laugh and so does he. soon we calm down and I stay like that, looming over him, smiling for a moment.
"I love you so much, Hermione." he whispers running his hand through my hair. I lean into his hand.
"I love you too..." I say and lean down to kiss him again
That's when I wake up, and, my hand in the air, my lips tingling, I feel a single tear escape my eye and fall down my cheek.
"If only..." I whisper and let my hand fall down on my bed.
...
"Wonder what it's like to have a peaceful life," Ron sighed, one evening as he and Harry struggled through all the extra homework we were getting.
I had finished all of mine and was reading a book as I waited for them to finish. "Oh shush up, Ronald and take this homework like a man." I say vaguely as I turn a page and glance up at him; he gives me a face before sighing in defeat and went back to work. a few hours later I had finished my book and was working on other things. "Hermione can you please check this?" "In a moment.." I then placed a blue sticky note on page before smiling proudly. I had now started making study schedules for Harry and Ron, too. It was driving them nuts-and I loved that it was-
Then, one day about mid-way through breakfast, Hedwig brought Harry another note from Hagrid. I looked over Harry's shoulder and just about dropped my knife I was using to spread butter on my pancakes-He had written only two words: It's hatching.
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Okay so going to end this here-Sorta a cliff hanger of sorts? XD I don't know. And can you belive I fucking lost my Harry Potter and the philosopher's stone?! I had to freaking look it up online so I could know what was happening next(Sorry I am not a die-hard fan who knows the books cover to cover)
Anyways, have a nice night/day/afternoon Lovelies!
~Luna
