Will You Still Love Me?
CHAPTER ONE
Hermione sat on the front porch of her small house,sipping spiced tea and looknig out into the trees.She still hadn't forgotten the feeling of mouring she had lingering in her heart.It happened two weeks before,her dear Harry and she were in their living room on the couch in front of the fire,just snuggled up in a blanket string into the flames,when the phone rang.
"I'll get it,"Harry breathed into Hermione's ear and slowly got up to get the phone."Herm,it's for you,it's Ron."
"What does he want at 10:00 at night?"she said huffily as she got up.
"No idea,but I'll be waiting for you in our bedroom."he said,wiggiling his eyebrows a bit.
"Oh,"she answered sweetly to him and took the receiver."Hello?''
"Hi Hermi,"Answered Ron softly.
"Why are you calling me?"
"Well..."Ron paused"Well because I couldn't sleep."
"That's no reason to call me before Harry and I go....never mind."
"Yeah,I have an idea what you two will be doing,but anyways,I called to ask you somthing."
"Ron,make it fast because Harry's waiting,"she said as she heard a faint "Hermione hurry up" drift from the bedroom.
"O.k.,well I wanted to know if you were doing anything on Saturday?"
"I will not do anything with you because you know I'm already taken"she said."Good-bye!"and she said let the phone fall back onto the cradle.
THE NEXT DAY.....
Hermione woke to the smell of coffee brewing in the kitchen.She lifted her bed covers and pulled a fluffy bathrobe onto her shoulders.
"Hermione!Breakfast!"Harry called down the hall.
"I'll be there in a minute!"she called back.Hermione glanced down to the bedside table and picked up a picture.The picture was of Harry and Hermione,lying on his dormitory bed at Hogwarts.They were sleeping.
Harry had his arm resting on Hermione's bare lower back,and she lay with her cheek resting on his bare chest.This her favorite picture,and it was so happened to be taken by her least favorite person right this moment.
CHAPTER ONE
Hermione sat on the front porch of her small house,sipping spiced tea and looknig out into the trees.She still hadn't forgotten the feeling of mouring she had lingering in her heart.It happened two weeks before,her dear Harry and she were in their living room on the couch in front of the fire,just snuggled up in a blanket string into the flames,when the phone rang.
"I'll get it,"Harry breathed into Hermione's ear and slowly got up to get the phone."Herm,it's for you,it's Ron."
"What does he want at 10:00 at night?"she said huffily as she got up.
"No idea,but I'll be waiting for you in our bedroom."he said,wiggiling his eyebrows a bit.
"Oh,"she answered sweetly to him and took the receiver."Hello?''
"Hi Hermi,"Answered Ron softly.
"Why are you calling me?"
"Well..."Ron paused"Well because I couldn't sleep."
"That's no reason to call me before Harry and I go....never mind."
"Yeah,I have an idea what you two will be doing,but anyways,I called to ask you somthing."
"Ron,make it fast because Harry's waiting,"she said as she heard a faint "Hermione hurry up" drift from the bedroom.
"O.k.,well I wanted to know if you were doing anything on Saturday?"
"I will not do anything with you because you know I'm already taken"she said."Good-bye!"and she said let the phone fall back onto the cradle.
THE NEXT DAY.....
Hermione woke to the smell of coffee brewing in the kitchen.She lifted her bed covers and pulled a fluffy bathrobe onto her shoulders.
"Hermione!Breakfast!"Harry called down the hall.
"I'll be there in a minute!"she called back.Hermione glanced down to the bedside table and picked up a picture.The picture was of Harry and Hermione,lying on his dormitory bed at Hogwarts.They were sleeping.
Harry had his arm resting on Hermione's bare lower back,and she lay with her cheek resting on his bare chest.This her favorite picture,and it was so happened to be taken by her least favorite person right this moment.