Hello, readers! This is FieryWitch12, and I thank you for viewing my story. Like the summary conveyed, this story is based lightly on canon and will possess originality more. I know there are a lot of Harmione fanfics where Harry and Hermione were a thing instead of Ron and Hermione, but this story is my take on it. What would have happened if Hermione liked Harry and how things would have been different then. Beware: contains a lot of Cho and Ginny bashing. No Ron or Dumbledore bashing (like I've seen on many Harmione fanfics) because I love them both. Do comment to tell me what you think about my first Harry Potter fanfiction :)) Happy Reading!

P.S. Luna is already a good friend. So, according to my story, the trio met her in their 4th year.

P.S.S. The cover I have chosen for this story is my absolute favourite piece of fan art ever!

Now, enjoy!


It was a cool October morning when Hermione Granger woke up for the day, yawning. She got out of bed and readied herself for the day.

Her fifth year at Hogwarts had begun recently, and it was off to an okay start. And that was because He Who Must Not Be Named was on the rise again, which meant more tension for her and her friends - especially Harry Potter, who, in addition to receiving blinding pain in his famous scar more often than before, now also saw disturbing dreams. Therefore, Hermione was really worried about him.

Coming back to the present, the Great Hall was bustling with its usual energy when Hermione entered it at breakfast. She went for the Gryffindor table and took her spot beside Ron. However, Harry was missing.

"Hi Ron," Hermione greeted him, "Where's Harry?"

"Hey Hermione," said Ron, "Harry is sitting with the Ravenclaws today."

Her eyebrows went up with surprise, "What? Why?"

He wasn't quite meeting her eyes when he answered, "I don't know. He wouldn't tell me.'

Hermione didn't believe him for a second. Nevertheless, she said, "That's strange. And suspicious...I'll go over there and ask him."

"No! You can't do that!" Ron suddenly exclaimed, "I mean...shouldn't we give Harry some privacy?"

"Oh, Ron," said Hermione, rolling her eyes, "You obviously know everything about this. Why hide it from me?"

"I don't know what you are talking about..." he mumbled.

"Fine, if you are not gonna tell me, I'll just ask Harry myself," she declared and went for the Ravenclaw table. Ron's claims of protests got drowned by the cacophonies of the Great Hall as Hermione reached Harry, who was sitting with Luna Lovegood.

He was talking furtively with her but immediately stopped as soon as he saw Hermione.

"Heyy, Hermione! What's up?" he greeted her. She narrowed her eyes at him.

"What's up with you, Harry?" she asked him, "Why are you sitting here? With the Ravenclaws?"

"Oh. Actually, I came here to talk to Luna only," he told her, "Right, Luna?"

"Yes, that's right." Luna affirmed in her dreamy voice, "Harry Potter came here to discuss something importan-"

"So you see?" Harry interrupted her, "I am coming back in a minute."

But before Hermione could say anything, Ron arrived at the spot.

"Hermione! Where did you run off to? I wanted to ask you something about that Potions essay."

He literally tugged her arm back towards the Gryffindor table. He was obviously trying to get her away from Harry.

"But..." she protested, but gave in, "Oh, all right then. Let's go."

She soon found out that Ron really did have a problem with the Potions homework. As Hermione explained it to him, her thoughts kept wandering back to Harry.

He's up to something. And they don't want me to know because I'll try to put a stop to it. Well, I am going to find out what he's doing.

The bell rang, indicating the start of the first period. Hermione set off with Ron towards Potions.

"Harry is still busy with Luna?" she asked Ron, who shrugged.

They entered the class without him. Five minutes passed, and he still didn't arrive.

"Looks like Potter has much more important things to do..." commented Snape, as his gaze lingered on the empty spot beside Ron and Hermione.

"Where is he?" Hermione whispered furiously to Ron.

"I don't know, okay?" he replied, angrily too, "So, stop asking me questions."

"Everyone, turn in the homework I gave you," Snape was saying, "Five rolls of parchment on the properties of moonstone and its usage in Potions. Less or none, 20 points from your house."

The class bustled about as everybody handed in their assignments. 10 minutes had gone by, and still, Harry was nowhere to be seen.

"He deserves detention," Hermione stated angrily as Snape started the class.

"You can't say that, Hermione. After everything he is doing -"

But Ron stopped in mid-sentence. Hermione didn't push him to say more, and they listened to Snape's lecture.

20 minutes had gone by when the doors to the classroom swung open. There stood Harry, looking breathless.

"20 minutes late to class, Potter," Snape said, "10 points from Gryffindor."

Harry muttered, "Whatever," under his breath as he took his seat beside his two friends.

"Where were you, Harry?" Hermione asked, trying to keep her cool.

"I was doing some stuff -"

"This is not the time to chitchat," Snape told them, "If you don't want to lose another 10 points from Gryffindor."

This quietened them down, and the class continued without further incidents.


"I know you are angry at me, Hermione," Harry said as they left the class and made their way towards Herbology, "But I swear, the stuff was important and had to be done!"

Hermione, who had not been talking to him since class, now turned to face him.

"So, you are telling me," she said, "That there was some stuff more important than attending class?! Have you gotten so good in Potions that you think skipping the class is no big deal?!"

"I never intended to do that!" he snapped back, "This has nothing to do with academic excellence!"

"Oh, I don't know about that. Also, you don't trust me enough to tell me your little secret, now do you?"

Harry opened his mouth to speak, but Ron jumped in.

"Can you both please stop arguing!" he exclaimed, "People are looking at us as if we're crazy."

Hermione didn't speak to Harry at all in Herbology. She partnered up with Lavender and Parvati to avoid any activities with him.

He was so mean! He had hurt her feelings so much by not trusting her with this new secret of his. Because of it, Hermione wanted to jump in her bed and cry her eyes out. Her heart was actually paining as she shifted some dragon dung compost into a vase.

"Hermione, that has to go here. Not there!" Parvati informed her.

"Oh! Sorry...got a lot on my mind," she confessed. Parvati and Lavender gave her sympathetic looks.

"It's okay. We heard you arguing with Harry before," Lavender said.

"It's not Harry occupying my mind," Hermione lied, blushing a little.

"No?" Parvati asked, incredulous.

"No. He isn't. It's just...just this stupid ginger root!" she added hesitantly. Both of the girls glanced at one another and went back to their work.

"Who can tell me the uses of a ginger root?" Professor Sprout asked the class. Hermione was so busy in her thoughts that she didn't hear her.

She was finally snapped back to reality by Neville's voice, who was saying, "And it is also used to make drinks."

"Excellent, Mr. Longbottom!" Professor Sprout declared, beaming, "10 points to Gryffindor!"

"Did she ask a question?" Hermione asked Lavender.

"Yes, she did, but you were too busy daydreaming."

"No, I wasn't!"

Lavender shrugged and turned to look at Professor Sprout again. Hermione glanced at the boys' table to find Harry and Ron whispering to each other. Ernie, who was their partner, seemed left out.

Even though they didn't see her, she glared at them and turned her attention back to the teacher.