A/N: I'm currently working on another fic, when I was inspired to start
this one as well. I'm still working on the other one, but I kind of like
the idea here. Anyway let me know what you think.
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LETTERS TO YOU
CHAPTER 1: Flirting IS Dangerous.
Somewhere in northern Scotland, a wild storm raged on. The hills and forests were covered with thick black rain clouds and thunder pounded the night sky. An occasional fork of lighting tried to illuminate the dark purple clouds. Another brilliant flash seemingly becomes the backdrop to Hogwarts Castle, school and home to many of the world's best witches and wizards soon to be. The shadow of the building was thrown across its massive grounds, and it threatened to swallow the inky black water of the lake. However, as the wind howled outside, inside the dormitory of one Hermione Granger, someone else was howling as well.
"Harry Potter you are the biggest flirt ever!" Hermione shouted from behind her bed. She'd taken refuge there after Harry released her from an extremely torturous tickle session. He stood straight up, trying to appear very serious, but failed miserably. His generally unruly hair stood on end, and his glasses hung off one ear.
"Me flirt?" Harry sounded astonished. "If anyone's the flirt here, it would be you." Then he flashed a powerful smile that he knew could win any woman's heart. Except, perhaps Hermione's.
"There you go again." She pointed an accusing finger at him and laughed as he feigned a tear. "You know I don't flirt." Hermione said matter-of-factly as he climbed over the bed barrier towards her. She took a weary step back into her dresser.
"But you try." Harry laughed evilly. It looked as though he was preparing to pounce, and Hermione took note of this. Just before he leapt off her bed, she dashed out of the way. This allowed Harry to smash, head on, into her dresser. "Ouch" he said dumbly, grabbing his forehead and slid down to lean against the murderous dresser.
"Oh Harry!" Hermione exclaimed, she rushed over and knelt down next to him. "Here, let me see." She pulled Harry's hands from his head and examined it carefully. Harry couldn't stop staring at her. She looked down at him, and he looked away, slightly embarrassed.
"You're not bleeding," She said professionally. "I guess this goes to show flirting is dangerous." She sat back and began to laugh.
"I'm glad you're enjoying this." He said sorely. His hands returned to a lump above his eye, he winced slightly. "I suppose that means you'll never get hurt then?" He said smartly. Hermione stopped laughing abruptly, and looked at him closely.
"I suppose you're right." She said quietly. A strange silence lingered in the air, and Hermione cleared her throat. "I think it's time you return to your dorm Harry." She helped him up. He wobbled unsteadily, a little unsure of where to step it seemed.
"Will I make it, doctor?" He asked slowly.
"It is my professional opinion that you'll be just fine, with the exception of that large goose-egg forming right there." She laughed, and gingerly touched the ugly contusion.
"Ow." He said loudly.
"Sorry." She guided him toward the common room. Being Head Girl allowed Hermione the luxury of her own common room, which she shared with the Head Boy. In this case it was Justin Finch- Flechly, a former Ravenclaw. As they entered the large room equipped with several tables, couches, and one extremely large fireplace, they noticed Justin working on the table nearest the door. He looked up.
"My word. Hermione, what did you do to him in there?" He approached the two smiling.
"Nothing, Justin. He did it to himself." She laughed. He helped carry Harry to the exit.
"She lies." Harry mouthed to Justin, who laughed quietly in return. They opened the portrait exit, which ironically looked like a painting of a door, and let Harry out. He stood outside there for a moment, just looking in on Hermione who smiled back at him kindly.
"What if I go to sleep tonight, and I fall into a coma?" He questioned.
"Don't fall asleep." She said smartly.
"What if I have amnesia?" He pleaded again. "I don't think I should go alone, I could end up wandering these halls for the rest of my life!" He smiled.
"Well in that case," she disappeared from the entrance and returned just a second later. " This will help." She handed him a map of the school.
"No thanks, I'll manage." He said dejectedly. He turned around slowly, and peeked over his shoulder, like a pouting puppy. She laughed good-naturedly at his plea, and pointed down the hall. "Fine, I'll see you tomorrow." And with that he turned and began his usual stroll back to Gryffindor Tower.
Harry had really no idea why he was acting this way. They had started school a month ago, and everything seemed normal between Hermione and himself, but lately things had changed. Hermione had obviously changed. No longer the small, nerdy brat she'd been when she'd arrived here all those years ago. She was now a woman, Harry definitely could say. There was something about her that seemed to turn many guys heads now, and it wasn't just her looks. If Harry thought Hermione was attractive, he thought her personality was immaculate. He stopped walking. Did he just think that? He felt ashamed, and somewhat traitorous. He was her best friend, and those were not best friend thoughts. He looked through the window and out side, it looked horrible, he thought. Slowly, Harry started again on his journey back to his dorm.
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A/N: so there it is, please tell me what you think, sam
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LETTERS TO YOU
CHAPTER 1: Flirting IS Dangerous.
Somewhere in northern Scotland, a wild storm raged on. The hills and forests were covered with thick black rain clouds and thunder pounded the night sky. An occasional fork of lighting tried to illuminate the dark purple clouds. Another brilliant flash seemingly becomes the backdrop to Hogwarts Castle, school and home to many of the world's best witches and wizards soon to be. The shadow of the building was thrown across its massive grounds, and it threatened to swallow the inky black water of the lake. However, as the wind howled outside, inside the dormitory of one Hermione Granger, someone else was howling as well.
"Harry Potter you are the biggest flirt ever!" Hermione shouted from behind her bed. She'd taken refuge there after Harry released her from an extremely torturous tickle session. He stood straight up, trying to appear very serious, but failed miserably. His generally unruly hair stood on end, and his glasses hung off one ear.
"Me flirt?" Harry sounded astonished. "If anyone's the flirt here, it would be you." Then he flashed a powerful smile that he knew could win any woman's heart. Except, perhaps Hermione's.
"There you go again." She pointed an accusing finger at him and laughed as he feigned a tear. "You know I don't flirt." Hermione said matter-of-factly as he climbed over the bed barrier towards her. She took a weary step back into her dresser.
"But you try." Harry laughed evilly. It looked as though he was preparing to pounce, and Hermione took note of this. Just before he leapt off her bed, she dashed out of the way. This allowed Harry to smash, head on, into her dresser. "Ouch" he said dumbly, grabbing his forehead and slid down to lean against the murderous dresser.
"Oh Harry!" Hermione exclaimed, she rushed over and knelt down next to him. "Here, let me see." She pulled Harry's hands from his head and examined it carefully. Harry couldn't stop staring at her. She looked down at him, and he looked away, slightly embarrassed.
"You're not bleeding," She said professionally. "I guess this goes to show flirting is dangerous." She sat back and began to laugh.
"I'm glad you're enjoying this." He said sorely. His hands returned to a lump above his eye, he winced slightly. "I suppose that means you'll never get hurt then?" He said smartly. Hermione stopped laughing abruptly, and looked at him closely.
"I suppose you're right." She said quietly. A strange silence lingered in the air, and Hermione cleared her throat. "I think it's time you return to your dorm Harry." She helped him up. He wobbled unsteadily, a little unsure of where to step it seemed.
"Will I make it, doctor?" He asked slowly.
"It is my professional opinion that you'll be just fine, with the exception of that large goose-egg forming right there." She laughed, and gingerly touched the ugly contusion.
"Ow." He said loudly.
"Sorry." She guided him toward the common room. Being Head Girl allowed Hermione the luxury of her own common room, which she shared with the Head Boy. In this case it was Justin Finch- Flechly, a former Ravenclaw. As they entered the large room equipped with several tables, couches, and one extremely large fireplace, they noticed Justin working on the table nearest the door. He looked up.
"My word. Hermione, what did you do to him in there?" He approached the two smiling.
"Nothing, Justin. He did it to himself." She laughed. He helped carry Harry to the exit.
"She lies." Harry mouthed to Justin, who laughed quietly in return. They opened the portrait exit, which ironically looked like a painting of a door, and let Harry out. He stood outside there for a moment, just looking in on Hermione who smiled back at him kindly.
"What if I go to sleep tonight, and I fall into a coma?" He questioned.
"Don't fall asleep." She said smartly.
"What if I have amnesia?" He pleaded again. "I don't think I should go alone, I could end up wandering these halls for the rest of my life!" He smiled.
"Well in that case," she disappeared from the entrance and returned just a second later. " This will help." She handed him a map of the school.
"No thanks, I'll manage." He said dejectedly. He turned around slowly, and peeked over his shoulder, like a pouting puppy. She laughed good-naturedly at his plea, and pointed down the hall. "Fine, I'll see you tomorrow." And with that he turned and began his usual stroll back to Gryffindor Tower.
Harry had really no idea why he was acting this way. They had started school a month ago, and everything seemed normal between Hermione and himself, but lately things had changed. Hermione had obviously changed. No longer the small, nerdy brat she'd been when she'd arrived here all those years ago. She was now a woman, Harry definitely could say. There was something about her that seemed to turn many guys heads now, and it wasn't just her looks. If Harry thought Hermione was attractive, he thought her personality was immaculate. He stopped walking. Did he just think that? He felt ashamed, and somewhat traitorous. He was her best friend, and those were not best friend thoughts. He looked through the window and out side, it looked horrible, he thought. Slowly, Harry started again on his journey back to his dorm.
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A/N: so there it is, please tell me what you think, sam