** A note from HazelMist. "Thank you so much!" * smiles at all of her
former reviewers who took the time to read and review "Would You Kiss Me?"
* "I truly appreciate the time you guys took to read and review. You don't
know how much it means to me! Anyways, here is the dreaded sequel that you
asked for. " * pauses * "Please read the first part of this story, "Would
You Kiss Me?" If you haven't already. I worked hard on it and it came out
pretty good according to my standards. Alright I'll stop talking. Here it
is." **
"Is this Love?"
Chapter 1
A pure white owl flew through the morning mist. It was burning off slowly and it was becoming quite a beautiful looking day. The sky was almost cloudless, with the exception of the mist and the heavy clouds that were still parting away from the sunlight, that was still low in the sky having not fully risen yet. The day had not yet begun, but it seemed like one of those days where the sky would be clear and the earth would be cold, and the air crisp and chilling. It just seemed like one of those mornings.
The owl dipped in the air flying lower. It was still kind of shadowy, but the sky was a bright dark light blue and it was that time of day when you just start to see everything in an odd gray, blue light. You could easily spot the white figure flying high in the air. A soft screechy sound emerged from the owl's throat as she swooped even lower into a cool morning breeze and seemed to let the air take her. She turned sideways letting the white feathery tips of one wing dip into the mist. Another soft sound emerged from her throat as she gracefully dove through a line of mist and started flying beneath it.
The owl righted herself and began flying toward two shadowy figures upon the ground in the distance. The two shadowy figures were two boys. One of them had glasses and unruly black hair that never seemed to be tamed. He looked up with emerald green eyes that were slightly hidden behind his messy black hair and glasses. A smile formed on his face as he recognized the owl.
There was a stream of red sparks and Hedwig dove out of the way. The sparks just barely missing her by an inch. The owl screeched loudly angry by this surprise attack. She didn't bother to give him the letter attached to her leg. With her feathers completely ruffled she flew off screeching loudly and angrily and flying with a new anger.
Harry ducked just in time and the sparks whizzed over the top of his head ruffling his hair slightly. He had been trying to get the letter that Hedwig had for him when Ron had seized the opportunity and shot a tickling charm at him. Harry had narrowly escaped having been caught off guard.
Harry drew himself back up and sighed watching Hedwig fly angrily off into the distance. That was the second time in three days. Hedwig would try to deliver him a letter and then something would happen that would make her angry with him. He silently hoped that whoever had sent the letter hadn't wanted an immediate reply. It didn't look like he would be getting it any time soon.
There was a chuckle from a few feet away. It was Ron Weasley, the one who had sent the charm at him in the first place. He and Ron had been practicing some spells together getting ready to use them on Malfoy; if it was necessary. Ron didn't appear to have that intention on his mind anymore. A glint in his eyes told Harry that he had caught Harry off guard on purpose.
Harry rolled his eyes. Ron always seemed to be against him these days. "I wish he would just quit doing this to me. I don't know what happened to the old Ron who I used to be friends with." Harry mumbled under his breath.
Ron blew softly on his smoking wand. He had poured all his anger that had built up over the past days into that tickling charm. It was a shame it hadn't hit Harry. It would have lasted quite a while probably. Maybe it would have made the famous Harry Potter look bad for once. Though he doubted it would have made any difference if it had hit Harry or not. Harry Potter was just plain old famous and always doing brave and courageous things, nothing would ever change that. "It was just a waste of a spell." Ron sighed. Still Harry had looked quite funny.
Harry frowned at Ron who was laughing at him.
"Give it a rest Harry. Let's go find Hermione. I didn't do my Herbology homework last night." Ron said before Harry could say anything. Harry watched silently as Ron began to walk up to the castle and slowly he too started after him.
That was the thing Harry had been wondering about, Hermione. What if the letter had been from her? He hoped not. Hermione and Harry had agreed not to tell Ron about the relationship or the kisses they had shared. They had both felt that Ron would be extremely angry with both of them if he found out anything about what had happened. He still loved Hermione and would probably be deeply hurt. Harry and Hermione had also figured that Ron would take it all out completely on Harry. That was probably what would likely happen knowing Ron.
Harry and Hermione had told no one about their relationship. They were keeping it secret; for now. It would only take the wrong person to find out and then everyone would know. So Harry and Hermione had tried very hard to act as normal as possible around each other in public. Though in secret, it was another story.
Harry smiled remembering how he and Hermione had decided to meet tonight. He was looking forward already and the day had barely even started.
"Hey." Said a voice behind him. He jumped with surprise. He looked around suddenly realizing that in the time he had been day dreaming he had made his way to the Griffendor Common room. He turned around and saw that it was Hermione. She was smiling broadly and he flashed her a smile in return.
"Hi." He said wishing he could kiss her.
"Sorry I scared you." She said with a mischievous grin.
"You didn't scare me. I was just not paying attention to what I was doing."
"You were either day dreaming or I just scared you. But I would hope I'm not scary."
"Alright I was daydreaming." He said throwing his arms up in surrender.
"About your crush." Hermione said her grin broadening and amusement lighting up in her eyes.
"Yes. I'm hoping she likes me back." He smiled knowingly at her.
"Oh I think she does. I think she likes you a lot." Hermione resisted the strong temptation to kiss him and walked out of the Griffendor Common room with the same mischievous grin, leaving Harry to catch up.
Harry climbed out of the Griffendor Common room and started to follow Hermione who was already far ahead of him.
"Wait up!" He called to her.
Hermione stopped. She glanced back at him with her brown eyes and began batting her eyelashes, mocking some other certain girls who just loved to flirt and always did that. Hermione stopped and burst out laughing as Harry reached her.
Harry pretended to be a love sick boy. "Oh please, please will you go out with me. Hey you over there will you go out with me. I have never seen you before but I really want a girlfriend. Any girl will do." He laughed along with her giving up.
Their laughter faltered and stopped. The two found each other looking into each other's eyes again. Their hands seemed to almost fall into place with each other. They almost found themselves leaning toward each other and trying to put their arms around each other when Harry suddenly stopped and sighed.
"I know." Hermione said. She drew away from him. She hated having to always do this. It was always so tempting and hard to resist.
Harry reluctanlty drew himself away from his love. Why does it always have to end?
"I'll be seeing you tonight." Harry said softly still fingering her hand gently.
"Most certainly." Hermione whispered. "I'll be looking forward to it all day." She said in a soft whisper.
Harry sighed and let go of her hand with a look of reluctance in his eyes. But he grinned.
"Thank god we're friends." He said with a laugh.
Hermione laughed too and hurried off with Harry down to the Griffendor table. It wasn't the same, but at least they had an excuse to see each other for every waking hour of the day. Still she would be looking forward to tonight with every second.
( Alright. Here it is. I hope you guys are happy. Please read and review. My vacation is coming up and so is the weekend. Perhaps chapter two will be up by then. Hope you like it. I tried my best. * laughs * HazelMist)
"Is this Love?"
Chapter 1
A pure white owl flew through the morning mist. It was burning off slowly and it was becoming quite a beautiful looking day. The sky was almost cloudless, with the exception of the mist and the heavy clouds that were still parting away from the sunlight, that was still low in the sky having not fully risen yet. The day had not yet begun, but it seemed like one of those days where the sky would be clear and the earth would be cold, and the air crisp and chilling. It just seemed like one of those mornings.
The owl dipped in the air flying lower. It was still kind of shadowy, but the sky was a bright dark light blue and it was that time of day when you just start to see everything in an odd gray, blue light. You could easily spot the white figure flying high in the air. A soft screechy sound emerged from the owl's throat as she swooped even lower into a cool morning breeze and seemed to let the air take her. She turned sideways letting the white feathery tips of one wing dip into the mist. Another soft sound emerged from her throat as she gracefully dove through a line of mist and started flying beneath it.
The owl righted herself and began flying toward two shadowy figures upon the ground in the distance. The two shadowy figures were two boys. One of them had glasses and unruly black hair that never seemed to be tamed. He looked up with emerald green eyes that were slightly hidden behind his messy black hair and glasses. A smile formed on his face as he recognized the owl.
There was a stream of red sparks and Hedwig dove out of the way. The sparks just barely missing her by an inch. The owl screeched loudly angry by this surprise attack. She didn't bother to give him the letter attached to her leg. With her feathers completely ruffled she flew off screeching loudly and angrily and flying with a new anger.
Harry ducked just in time and the sparks whizzed over the top of his head ruffling his hair slightly. He had been trying to get the letter that Hedwig had for him when Ron had seized the opportunity and shot a tickling charm at him. Harry had narrowly escaped having been caught off guard.
Harry drew himself back up and sighed watching Hedwig fly angrily off into the distance. That was the second time in three days. Hedwig would try to deliver him a letter and then something would happen that would make her angry with him. He silently hoped that whoever had sent the letter hadn't wanted an immediate reply. It didn't look like he would be getting it any time soon.
There was a chuckle from a few feet away. It was Ron Weasley, the one who had sent the charm at him in the first place. He and Ron had been practicing some spells together getting ready to use them on Malfoy; if it was necessary. Ron didn't appear to have that intention on his mind anymore. A glint in his eyes told Harry that he had caught Harry off guard on purpose.
Harry rolled his eyes. Ron always seemed to be against him these days. "I wish he would just quit doing this to me. I don't know what happened to the old Ron who I used to be friends with." Harry mumbled under his breath.
Ron blew softly on his smoking wand. He had poured all his anger that had built up over the past days into that tickling charm. It was a shame it hadn't hit Harry. It would have lasted quite a while probably. Maybe it would have made the famous Harry Potter look bad for once. Though he doubted it would have made any difference if it had hit Harry or not. Harry Potter was just plain old famous and always doing brave and courageous things, nothing would ever change that. "It was just a waste of a spell." Ron sighed. Still Harry had looked quite funny.
Harry frowned at Ron who was laughing at him.
"Give it a rest Harry. Let's go find Hermione. I didn't do my Herbology homework last night." Ron said before Harry could say anything. Harry watched silently as Ron began to walk up to the castle and slowly he too started after him.
That was the thing Harry had been wondering about, Hermione. What if the letter had been from her? He hoped not. Hermione and Harry had agreed not to tell Ron about the relationship or the kisses they had shared. They had both felt that Ron would be extremely angry with both of them if he found out anything about what had happened. He still loved Hermione and would probably be deeply hurt. Harry and Hermione had also figured that Ron would take it all out completely on Harry. That was probably what would likely happen knowing Ron.
Harry and Hermione had told no one about their relationship. They were keeping it secret; for now. It would only take the wrong person to find out and then everyone would know. So Harry and Hermione had tried very hard to act as normal as possible around each other in public. Though in secret, it was another story.
Harry smiled remembering how he and Hermione had decided to meet tonight. He was looking forward already and the day had barely even started.
"Hey." Said a voice behind him. He jumped with surprise. He looked around suddenly realizing that in the time he had been day dreaming he had made his way to the Griffendor Common room. He turned around and saw that it was Hermione. She was smiling broadly and he flashed her a smile in return.
"Hi." He said wishing he could kiss her.
"Sorry I scared you." She said with a mischievous grin.
"You didn't scare me. I was just not paying attention to what I was doing."
"You were either day dreaming or I just scared you. But I would hope I'm not scary."
"Alright I was daydreaming." He said throwing his arms up in surrender.
"About your crush." Hermione said her grin broadening and amusement lighting up in her eyes.
"Yes. I'm hoping she likes me back." He smiled knowingly at her.
"Oh I think she does. I think she likes you a lot." Hermione resisted the strong temptation to kiss him and walked out of the Griffendor Common room with the same mischievous grin, leaving Harry to catch up.
Harry climbed out of the Griffendor Common room and started to follow Hermione who was already far ahead of him.
"Wait up!" He called to her.
Hermione stopped. She glanced back at him with her brown eyes and began batting her eyelashes, mocking some other certain girls who just loved to flirt and always did that. Hermione stopped and burst out laughing as Harry reached her.
Harry pretended to be a love sick boy. "Oh please, please will you go out with me. Hey you over there will you go out with me. I have never seen you before but I really want a girlfriend. Any girl will do." He laughed along with her giving up.
Their laughter faltered and stopped. The two found each other looking into each other's eyes again. Their hands seemed to almost fall into place with each other. They almost found themselves leaning toward each other and trying to put their arms around each other when Harry suddenly stopped and sighed.
"I know." Hermione said. She drew away from him. She hated having to always do this. It was always so tempting and hard to resist.
Harry reluctanlty drew himself away from his love. Why does it always have to end?
"I'll be seeing you tonight." Harry said softly still fingering her hand gently.
"Most certainly." Hermione whispered. "I'll be looking forward to it all day." She said in a soft whisper.
Harry sighed and let go of her hand with a look of reluctance in his eyes. But he grinned.
"Thank god we're friends." He said with a laugh.
Hermione laughed too and hurried off with Harry down to the Griffendor table. It wasn't the same, but at least they had an excuse to see each other for every waking hour of the day. Still she would be looking forward to tonight with every second.
( Alright. Here it is. I hope you guys are happy. Please read and review. My vacation is coming up and so is the weekend. Perhaps chapter two will be up by then. Hope you like it. I tried my best. * laughs * HazelMist)