Title: Untitled Hermione POV fic
Author: --Starbuck--
Rating: PG13
Summary: PG13 for language in later chapters. I'll tell you which ones. Hermione thinks about Harry...Possibly a prequel for an A/A/R fic. Hermione/Harry. Takes place sometime in between their 4th and 6th year.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, they all belong to JKR
A/N: This isn't my first HP fic...I've been a fan since like a week after HPATSS came out, and I'm trying to stay in character. :)
==XxXxX==
Today's another day. I know that sounds corny, but it's another day I get to see Harry. I'm counting the precious days--10 left--with him before he has to go back to Privet drive. He never calls it home.
Maybe I'll invite him to my house this summer. I'm sure it'd be better than his bedroom in that...place. I still can't believe they put bars on his windows...
Before I know it, I've already put on my robes and I'm walking down the stairs. Into the common room. And there's one lone figure there...
"'Morning Harry," I say as casually as I can. I'm not good at that, though...
"Good morning, Hermione," he replies. He finishes tying his shoelaces and stands up.
I try to think of something to say. I've never felt so...vulnerable? different? before. I don't get it...but I have to hide all that, because I'm Hermione Granger, and I have to stay that way.
"Where's Ron?"
"Right here," Ron says, coming down the stairs trying to comb his hair. We're the first ones out of the room.
We walk down to breakfast together. No need to hurry, there's only a few Ravenclaws there. We all have some free time before our first class, and we want to get as much out of it was we can.
==XxXxX==
We walk down by the lake and past Hagrid's house. We assume he's still asleep, the snores coming from his window are a good sign. We pass the Forbidden Forest, but avoid talking about it.
Eventually we make our way make to the castle. Ron has to leave for Herbology, but Harry and I have a few minutes left until Transfiguration. We decide to make our way to the Quidditch field, talking about nothing important. Not that I don't relish each moment we spend together...
"Hermione?"
I didn't notice that he had been calling my name three times.
"Sorry, I was...thinking. What is it?" I stop and turn around to face him.
"I left my watch, do you know what time it is?" He looks concerned.
"I'm fine," I assure him. "It's almost 9...we better go, we'll be late."
==XxXxX==
We make it just before Professor McGonagall closes the door. The only seats left are two at a table in the back of the class, so we take those and take out our books and parchment.
"Do not bother, Mr. Potter and Miss Granger," McGonagall said sternly, "today we are having a review. You're turning your desks into horses and then back again."
Everybody groans, even me. Harry looks at me, an amused grin on his face...
"What?" I ask innocently.
"Nothing, I just never thought I'd hear you groan at an assignment. Especially Transfiguration..."
After the class is over (I catch myself whispering a "finally!") and Harry and I have successfully turned our desk into a Clydesdale, we are the first out of the room. Next is Charms, which Ron, Harry, and I all have together. Lucky us.
Charms seems so far away. It takes forever to get there, and we're late because the staircases decided to move. I start to wonder if this is luck.
"It's not like you to be late, Miss Granger," Professor Flitwick said. I sigh, Harry winks at me, and Ron turns around in his chair, grinning.
==XxXxX==
Should I continue? Or not? Or what?
Author: --Starbuck--
Rating: PG13
Summary: PG13 for language in later chapters. I'll tell you which ones. Hermione thinks about Harry...Possibly a prequel for an A/A/R fic. Hermione/Harry. Takes place sometime in between their 4th and 6th year.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, they all belong to JKR
A/N: This isn't my first HP fic...I've been a fan since like a week after HPATSS came out, and I'm trying to stay in character. :)
==XxXxX==
Today's another day. I know that sounds corny, but it's another day I get to see Harry. I'm counting the precious days--10 left--with him before he has to go back to Privet drive. He never calls it home.
Maybe I'll invite him to my house this summer. I'm sure it'd be better than his bedroom in that...place. I still can't believe they put bars on his windows...
Before I know it, I've already put on my robes and I'm walking down the stairs. Into the common room. And there's one lone figure there...
"'Morning Harry," I say as casually as I can. I'm not good at that, though...
"Good morning, Hermione," he replies. He finishes tying his shoelaces and stands up.
I try to think of something to say. I've never felt so...vulnerable? different? before. I don't get it...but I have to hide all that, because I'm Hermione Granger, and I have to stay that way.
"Where's Ron?"
"Right here," Ron says, coming down the stairs trying to comb his hair. We're the first ones out of the room.
We walk down to breakfast together. No need to hurry, there's only a few Ravenclaws there. We all have some free time before our first class, and we want to get as much out of it was we can.
==XxXxX==
We walk down by the lake and past Hagrid's house. We assume he's still asleep, the snores coming from his window are a good sign. We pass the Forbidden Forest, but avoid talking about it.
Eventually we make our way make to the castle. Ron has to leave for Herbology, but Harry and I have a few minutes left until Transfiguration. We decide to make our way to the Quidditch field, talking about nothing important. Not that I don't relish each moment we spend together...
"Hermione?"
I didn't notice that he had been calling my name three times.
"Sorry, I was...thinking. What is it?" I stop and turn around to face him.
"I left my watch, do you know what time it is?" He looks concerned.
"I'm fine," I assure him. "It's almost 9...we better go, we'll be late."
==XxXxX==
We make it just before Professor McGonagall closes the door. The only seats left are two at a table in the back of the class, so we take those and take out our books and parchment.
"Do not bother, Mr. Potter and Miss Granger," McGonagall said sternly, "today we are having a review. You're turning your desks into horses and then back again."
Everybody groans, even me. Harry looks at me, an amused grin on his face...
"What?" I ask innocently.
"Nothing, I just never thought I'd hear you groan at an assignment. Especially Transfiguration..."
After the class is over (I catch myself whispering a "finally!") and Harry and I have successfully turned our desk into a Clydesdale, we are the first out of the room. Next is Charms, which Ron, Harry, and I all have together. Lucky us.
Charms seems so far away. It takes forever to get there, and we're late because the staircases decided to move. I start to wonder if this is luck.
"It's not like you to be late, Miss Granger," Professor Flitwick said. I sigh, Harry winks at me, and Ron turns around in his chair, grinning.
==XxXxX==
Should I continue? Or not? Or what?
