Summer Lovin' - Part 1 : Let Love Lead the Way
A/N: Hey everybody! This is my first fanfic, please don't flame - they will just be used to melt chocolate to dip marshmallows in - yummy. ::coming back to her senses:: Anyway, enjoy and please review!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything apart from some chocolate and marshmallows! All belongs to the fabulous, ::drumroll:: J.K Rowling!
Harry stared at the picture on his second-hand desk. It was of him, Ron and Hermione when they had gone to watch the Quidditch World Cup. 'Oh, she's so beautiful...' he murmured, not to anyone in particular. No! What was he thinking? She's my best friend! Not anything more. But when she kissed me! But it was only on the cheek. A friendly peck-on-the-cheek-that-means-nothing kiss! Oh, her hair, her eyes, oh, those eyes! I can't help but love her!
That was it, in less than five minutes he'd managed to break open the several locks on the cupboard in which his Firebolt was hidden, (he saw Uncle Vernon throw it in there at the beginning of the holidays) and he was off into the moonlight, with only one thing on his mind.
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Somehow he just knew where to go to find Hermione, who, he had realised, was the girl of his dreams. She was intelligent, quick-witted, beautiful, daring yet sensitive and perfect in every way. Just perfect.
Soon he spotted a girl in a very pretty garden. She was sitting on a bench with something in her lap - something orange. He flew lower. The orange object happened to be a cat. Crookshanks, it suddenly occurred to him! He landed by a tree behind the bench and called out to Hermione.
"Hey stranger" he said softly, but loud enough for her to hear him. She turned her head to see him, threw Crookshanks off her with a loud 'MIAOW!' and ran around the bench, only to sink into his arms.
"Harry! What are you doing here?" she exclaimed, pulling back but not completely.
"Never mind me, what are you doing out here at this time?"
"Oh, I often spend time out here, thinking," she had calmed down and was now speaking softly so as not to wake anyone up.
"What about? Is something wrong?" he questioned, a little worried.
"You," she practically whispered. "Nothing is wrong. Harry, I have something to tell you. First of all I want to thank you. I've always been able to talk to you and I... I..." Harry's heart was beating quickly with hope. "I think I...I'm in love with you Harry." Harry didn't say anything he just kissed her softly and slowly. When they finally pulled away neither of them said a thing, they just locked eyes. 'Her eyes are so beautiful, a wonderful colour of cinnamon,' he thought. 'His eyes are so deep, I swear you could swim in them. It's though I'm drowning in them,' she wondered.
"You know what I came here to tell you. I love you too Hermione," he whispered. He cupped her chin and kissed her again only to be interrupted by Crookshanks, who they kicked away and sank back into each other not thinking of anything around them, not thinking of anyone but themselves and how lucky they were to finally have each other.
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Harry woke up the next morning having had a brilliant dream about Hermione and now that they were a couple he couldn't wait to have her in his arms again. To smell her silky, soft hair, to taste her lips, the vanilla taste of them and to look into those eyes again.
They had discussed last night that they were going to tell Ron when they saw him which would be next Saturday. They had been invited to stay the rest of the holidays at The Burrow and the twins had organised some American barbecue stunt for Harry's birthday, but he didn't know that. Since they had visited America with Lee Jordan, Ron had written saying that they kept telling the rest of the Weasleys that they should visit someday. Apparently it was 'Da Bomb!'. He was really looking forward to visiting and he couldn't wait to see all the Weasleys again. However, that was on Saturday and between then and now he had 6 days of cleaning to fulfil.
A/N: So, What do you think? I'd like to thank Rachael and Holly for proof-reading, I would have gone really wrong without them, Thanks guys. Thanks to Katriona and Shalin for helping me decide where to go with this story, believe me, its gonna be funny. Gred and Forge are gonna pull some stunt or other and there's gonna be lotza slapping! Please review!
A/N: Hey everybody! This is my first fanfic, please don't flame - they will just be used to melt chocolate to dip marshmallows in - yummy. ::coming back to her senses:: Anyway, enjoy and please review!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything apart from some chocolate and marshmallows! All belongs to the fabulous, ::drumroll:: J.K Rowling!
Harry stared at the picture on his second-hand desk. It was of him, Ron and Hermione when they had gone to watch the Quidditch World Cup. 'Oh, she's so beautiful...' he murmured, not to anyone in particular. No! What was he thinking? She's my best friend! Not anything more. But when she kissed me! But it was only on the cheek. A friendly peck-on-the-cheek-that-means-nothing kiss! Oh, her hair, her eyes, oh, those eyes! I can't help but love her!
That was it, in less than five minutes he'd managed to break open the several locks on the cupboard in which his Firebolt was hidden, (he saw Uncle Vernon throw it in there at the beginning of the holidays) and he was off into the moonlight, with only one thing on his mind.
*******************************************************************************************
Somehow he just knew where to go to find Hermione, who, he had realised, was the girl of his dreams. She was intelligent, quick-witted, beautiful, daring yet sensitive and perfect in every way. Just perfect.
Soon he spotted a girl in a very pretty garden. She was sitting on a bench with something in her lap - something orange. He flew lower. The orange object happened to be a cat. Crookshanks, it suddenly occurred to him! He landed by a tree behind the bench and called out to Hermione.
"Hey stranger" he said softly, but loud enough for her to hear him. She turned her head to see him, threw Crookshanks off her with a loud 'MIAOW!' and ran around the bench, only to sink into his arms.
"Harry! What are you doing here?" she exclaimed, pulling back but not completely.
"Never mind me, what are you doing out here at this time?"
"Oh, I often spend time out here, thinking," she had calmed down and was now speaking softly so as not to wake anyone up.
"What about? Is something wrong?" he questioned, a little worried.
"You," she practically whispered. "Nothing is wrong. Harry, I have something to tell you. First of all I want to thank you. I've always been able to talk to you and I... I..." Harry's heart was beating quickly with hope. "I think I...I'm in love with you Harry." Harry didn't say anything he just kissed her softly and slowly. When they finally pulled away neither of them said a thing, they just locked eyes. 'Her eyes are so beautiful, a wonderful colour of cinnamon,' he thought. 'His eyes are so deep, I swear you could swim in them. It's though I'm drowning in them,' she wondered.
"You know what I came here to tell you. I love you too Hermione," he whispered. He cupped her chin and kissed her again only to be interrupted by Crookshanks, who they kicked away and sank back into each other not thinking of anything around them, not thinking of anyone but themselves and how lucky they were to finally have each other.
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Harry woke up the next morning having had a brilliant dream about Hermione and now that they were a couple he couldn't wait to have her in his arms again. To smell her silky, soft hair, to taste her lips, the vanilla taste of them and to look into those eyes again.
They had discussed last night that they were going to tell Ron when they saw him which would be next Saturday. They had been invited to stay the rest of the holidays at The Burrow and the twins had organised some American barbecue stunt for Harry's birthday, but he didn't know that. Since they had visited America with Lee Jordan, Ron had written saying that they kept telling the rest of the Weasleys that they should visit someday. Apparently it was 'Da Bomb!'. He was really looking forward to visiting and he couldn't wait to see all the Weasleys again. However, that was on Saturday and between then and now he had 6 days of cleaning to fulfil.
A/N: So, What do you think? I'd like to thank Rachael and Holly for proof-reading, I would have gone really wrong without them, Thanks guys. Thanks to Katriona and Shalin for helping me decide where to go with this story, believe me, its gonna be funny. Gred and Forge are gonna pull some stunt or other and there's gonna be lotza slapping! Please review!