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==
I had that dream again. That God-Awful nightmare. Last night. I shudder about it, even though I'm sitting in front of the fire in the common room.
That one about the end of our first year at Hogwarts. In the nightmare Harry doesn't make it out alive...Voldemort returns to power...and at the end there's a green light. My parents are dead, and then he kills me. And then I wake up.
Harry walks in. We took our exams the other day and everyone else is outside. I wonder why he's not. Ron must be with Ginny or something...
"Um...hi Hermione," he says cautiously.
"Hello Harry," I reply. "I thought you'd be outside or something."
"Yeah, well, I felt like coming in." He sits down beside me. Stares into the fire. That painful look is back in his eyes again. It's like a shadow. Even though we should all be happy, school is about to be out.
I mentally wince. Why should he be happy about going back to that forsaken...house? With those awful people...I can't believe they're related to him in any way.
"You know, Harry," I say, "if you want you could stay at my house this summer. You could practice for Quidditch and be able to do your homework. And you wouldn't be with those...those bloody people." My voice is shaky, but I hope he doesn't notice.
He looks at me, and there's a slightly hopeful look in his eyes. "Really?"
"Yeah, really."
"I mean, are you sure your parents won't mind?"
"I don't think they will, but I'll send them an owl in the morning if you want to come..."
"Of course, I mean, if it's ok."
There's happiness swelling up all inside me. A nice, growing warmth. Maybe I can do something.
"I need to go to sleep. Last Quidditch game of the season tomorrow. And I have to write a letter to the Dursleys explaining their good luck." He gave a lopsided grin and walked up to the boys' dormitory.
==XxXxX==
The last few days pass in a blur. I did great on my finals and Harry and Ron did too. Neville passed, as usual, with good Herbology and improved Potions. Malfoy, on the other hand, barely got by.
It's the last day at Hogwarts. We're leaving tomorrow. Harry sent an owl to his...relatives. They replied immediatley, and he let me read the note:
Harry, we hope that you will be ok and enclose some funds for this summer.
He had a five-pound note. He was clearly astounded, as he said: "This is the most money they've ever given me. Ever. I guess they're so happy..." Then he laughed. "They hope I'll be ok. They hope that I had gotten crushed by that tree when we flew the car to Hogwarts..."
That hurts me. That his awful aunt and uncle would not want him at their home. I hope he never has to go back. I ask him if there's anything there he needs.
"Of course not. I never had more than an armful of possessions before I came here, and aside from my school supplies I still don't."
That hurts me too. I always had everything I needed, but Harry had nothing. I can't believe he had to live with such bloody awful people.
There's an awkward silence...
"Hi Harry, Hermione," Ron said, walking into the common room with Lavender.
"Hi Lavender," I say, before Harry notices that I'm staring. We start up to the dorm, and I cast another glance at Harry, who is following Ron up their stairs.
"So, are you doing anything this summer?" Lavender asks me as she starts putting her books in her trunk.
"Not much," I say as I carefully fold my robes. "I invited Harry to stay. You know those awful people he has to stay with all summer..."
Lavender looked over and winked. "Sure, like that's the only reason..."
"Well," I'm blushing, I just know it, "Ron's family's going to Romania to see Charlie, and--"
"'S okay, Herms." Lavender put her freshly cleaned cauldron in her trunk.
I turn back around and start putting all my books in a neat stack in a corner of my trunk.
"So, what are you doing this summer?" I ask, returning the question while packing my cauldron after wiping it one more time with a rag.
"Oh, I don't know. Daddy might take me to a Quidditch game. I'll write to Ron--" She blushed "--and you, and Harry, and Parvati...I'll do my homework, sometime."
A few minutes later we finish packing, including the clothes we've changed out of. I leave more neatly folded robes and some jeans and a T-shirt by my nightstand, where my want sits. I want to get in as much magic practice as I can before we arrive at the station.
I finally fall asleep, a pair of bright, emerald green eyes staring at me...
==XxXxX==
Should I continue? Or was chapter 3 worse?
--Starbuck--
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==
I had that dream again. That God-Awful nightmare. Last night. I shudder about it, even though I'm sitting in front of the fire in the common room.
That one about the end of our first year at Hogwarts. In the nightmare Harry doesn't make it out alive...Voldemort returns to power...and at the end there's a green light. My parents are dead, and then he kills me. And then I wake up.
Harry walks in. We took our exams the other day and everyone else is outside. I wonder why he's not. Ron must be with Ginny or something...
"Um...hi Hermione," he says cautiously.
"Hello Harry," I reply. "I thought you'd be outside or something."
"Yeah, well, I felt like coming in." He sits down beside me. Stares into the fire. That painful look is back in his eyes again. It's like a shadow. Even though we should all be happy, school is about to be out.
I mentally wince. Why should he be happy about going back to that forsaken...house? With those awful people...I can't believe they're related to him in any way.
"You know, Harry," I say, "if you want you could stay at my house this summer. You could practice for Quidditch and be able to do your homework. And you wouldn't be with those...those bloody people." My voice is shaky, but I hope he doesn't notice.
He looks at me, and there's a slightly hopeful look in his eyes. "Really?"
"Yeah, really."
"I mean, are you sure your parents won't mind?"
"I don't think they will, but I'll send them an owl in the morning if you want to come..."
"Of course, I mean, if it's ok."
There's happiness swelling up all inside me. A nice, growing warmth. Maybe I can do something.
"I need to go to sleep. Last Quidditch game of the season tomorrow. And I have to write a letter to the Dursleys explaining their good luck." He gave a lopsided grin and walked up to the boys' dormitory.
==XxXxX==
The last few days pass in a blur. I did great on my finals and Harry and Ron did too. Neville passed, as usual, with good Herbology and improved Potions. Malfoy, on the other hand, barely got by.
It's the last day at Hogwarts. We're leaving tomorrow. Harry sent an owl to his...relatives. They replied immediatley, and he let me read the note:
Harry, we hope that you will be ok and enclose some funds for this summer.
He had a five-pound note. He was clearly astounded, as he said: "This is the most money they've ever given me. Ever. I guess they're so happy..." Then he laughed. "They hope I'll be ok. They hope that I had gotten crushed by that tree when we flew the car to Hogwarts..."
That hurts me. That his awful aunt and uncle would not want him at their home. I hope he never has to go back. I ask him if there's anything there he needs.
"Of course not. I never had more than an armful of possessions before I came here, and aside from my school supplies I still don't."
That hurts me too. I always had everything I needed, but Harry had nothing. I can't believe he had to live with such bloody awful people.
There's an awkward silence...
"Hi Harry, Hermione," Ron said, walking into the common room with Lavender.
"Hi Lavender," I say, before Harry notices that I'm staring. We start up to the dorm, and I cast another glance at Harry, who is following Ron up their stairs.
"So, are you doing anything this summer?" Lavender asks me as she starts putting her books in her trunk.
"Not much," I say as I carefully fold my robes. "I invited Harry to stay. You know those awful people he has to stay with all summer..."
Lavender looked over and winked. "Sure, like that's the only reason..."
"Well," I'm blushing, I just know it, "Ron's family's going to Romania to see Charlie, and--"
"'S okay, Herms." Lavender put her freshly cleaned cauldron in her trunk.
I turn back around and start putting all my books in a neat stack in a corner of my trunk.
"So, what are you doing this summer?" I ask, returning the question while packing my cauldron after wiping it one more time with a rag.
"Oh, I don't know. Daddy might take me to a Quidditch game. I'll write to Ron--" She blushed "--and you, and Harry, and Parvati...I'll do my homework, sometime."
A few minutes later we finish packing, including the clothes we've changed out of. I leave more neatly folded robes and some jeans and a T-shirt by my nightstand, where my want sits. I want to get in as much magic practice as I can before we arrive at the station.
I finally fall asleep, a pair of bright, emerald green eyes staring at me...
==XxXxX==
Should I continue? Or was chapter 3 worse?
--Starbuck--
