This is my first fan-fic. It's a Hermione story, set between books 4 and 5.
i hope you like it.
Harry Potter sat in the Weasley garden, entranced by the lovely weather. Around him, Ron and Ginny were chasing gnomes, which were blowing raspberries at them.
He sipped at his cool drink, looking across at Hermione, who had her nose buried in a book as usual. He was glad that he was invited to stay with Ron and his family until the new term started.
Hermione looked up from her book and smiled at him, Harry blushed furiously.
'Anything wrong, Harry?', she asked She had certainly changed since they last saw each other at the end of their fourth year. Her hair was now a mass of long, flowing curls, a chestnut brown colour, her eyes brown with gold flecks. She had become a very beautiful girl.
Since the unexpected kiss from Hermione on Platform 9 3/4, she was in his thoughts more.
'Harry!' She shut her book hard, which made him realise that he was staring at her. and she had the serious look on her face, which meant trouble.
He was about to stutter his apologies, when Mrs Weasley appeared at the back door.
'Hermione dear, a letter has arrived for you.'
Hermione looked at Harry, who looked at her with puzzlement, then she got up and went into the kitchen.
Ron and Ginny ran up, out of breath from running after the gnomes.
'What's wrong with her?', Ron asked, slumping onto the lounger beside Harry.
'I've no idea Ron', Harry shrugged. Ginny sat on the grass next to him.
Hermione entered the kitchen and saw their family owl sitting on the table preening itself. Mrs Weasley handed her the letter, she recognised her mother's handwriting on the back of the envelope.
We got this through the letterbox this morning, it was posted last week. I thought it would be urgent, so I sent it to you by owl. By the way, how are the Weasleys?
How is Harry?
P.S. don't forget to feed the owl, he gets upset if you don't give him a little treat.
Hermione opened the envelope and started to read. She surprised Mrs Weasley by rushing out of the kitchen without a word. Mrs Weasley could see tears in her eyes.
It was dinner-time, the whole table was groaning with the weight of a full scale roast chicken dinner with all the trimmings. Everybody was serving themselves, but there was a notable absentee.
'Molly, is Hermione coming down?', Mr Weasley asked before biting into a piping hot roast potato.
'No, she hasn't come down since she started reading the letter', Mrs Weasley said, with a worried look, 'I've never seen her looking so upset before.'
Mrs Weasley put a plate of the dinner on a tray, along with a large bowl of trifle.
'Harry, would you take this up to her please? I'll be most grateful, I don't want her to get hungry.'
Harry took the tray up to Ginny's room, where most of the time she and Hermione could be heard giggling late into the night. Instead he heard crying.
He put the tray on the floor, then knocked on the door, 'Hermione, are you alright?' It's Harry, i've brought up some dinner for you.'
The sobbing subsided, he heard frantic movement, then the door opened slowly.
Hermione stood in the doorway, looking very upset. Harry picked up the tray.
'Room Service', Harry said with a nervous smile and placed the tray onto the table by the door, 'Hermoine, we are all worried downstairs, why don't you come down?'
'I don't feel very well, Harry, but thank you for the dinner', she looked at him and smiled weakly, 'Could you give this letter to Mr Weasley for me? It's very private.'
She handed him an envelope, then closed the door.
Harry just stood there, wondering what was wrong. Then he felt a rumble in his stomach, a large bowl of trifle was waiting for him. He shrugged and went back downstairs.
He entered the dining room, Mrs Weasley was looking at him.
'Well?', she asked
'she says that she is not feeling well, and she asked me to give you this Mr Weasley', Harry handed him the letter.
Harry grabbed a bowl and piled it high with trifle, He then dived in with his spoon.
Mr Weasley opened the letter from Hermione, and started to read it. He was aware after a while that the rest of the table were looking at him, curious to know what Hermione had written.
'I'll be in my study', he coughed, then got up from his chair and left.
End of the first chapter, please review!
i hope you like it.
Harry Potter sat in the Weasley garden, entranced by the lovely weather. Around him, Ron and Ginny were chasing gnomes, which were blowing raspberries at them.
He sipped at his cool drink, looking across at Hermione, who had her nose buried in a book as usual. He was glad that he was invited to stay with Ron and his family until the new term started.
Hermione looked up from her book and smiled at him, Harry blushed furiously.
'Anything wrong, Harry?', she asked She had certainly changed since they last saw each other at the end of their fourth year. Her hair was now a mass of long, flowing curls, a chestnut brown colour, her eyes brown with gold flecks. She had become a very beautiful girl.
Since the unexpected kiss from Hermione on Platform 9 3/4, she was in his thoughts more.
'Harry!' She shut her book hard, which made him realise that he was staring at her. and she had the serious look on her face, which meant trouble.
He was about to stutter his apologies, when Mrs Weasley appeared at the back door.
'Hermione dear, a letter has arrived for you.'
Hermione looked at Harry, who looked at her with puzzlement, then she got up and went into the kitchen.
Ron and Ginny ran up, out of breath from running after the gnomes.
'What's wrong with her?', Ron asked, slumping onto the lounger beside Harry.
'I've no idea Ron', Harry shrugged. Ginny sat on the grass next to him.
Hermione entered the kitchen and saw their family owl sitting on the table preening itself. Mrs Weasley handed her the letter, she recognised her mother's handwriting on the back of the envelope.
We got this through the letterbox this morning, it was posted last week. I thought it would be urgent, so I sent it to you by owl. By the way, how are the Weasleys?
How is Harry?
P.S. don't forget to feed the owl, he gets upset if you don't give him a little treat.
Hermione opened the envelope and started to read. She surprised Mrs Weasley by rushing out of the kitchen without a word. Mrs Weasley could see tears in her eyes.
It was dinner-time, the whole table was groaning with the weight of a full scale roast chicken dinner with all the trimmings. Everybody was serving themselves, but there was a notable absentee.
'Molly, is Hermione coming down?', Mr Weasley asked before biting into a piping hot roast potato.
'No, she hasn't come down since she started reading the letter', Mrs Weasley said, with a worried look, 'I've never seen her looking so upset before.'
Mrs Weasley put a plate of the dinner on a tray, along with a large bowl of trifle.
'Harry, would you take this up to her please? I'll be most grateful, I don't want her to get hungry.'
Harry took the tray up to Ginny's room, where most of the time she and Hermione could be heard giggling late into the night. Instead he heard crying.
He put the tray on the floor, then knocked on the door, 'Hermione, are you alright?' It's Harry, i've brought up some dinner for you.'
The sobbing subsided, he heard frantic movement, then the door opened slowly.
Hermione stood in the doorway, looking very upset. Harry picked up the tray.
'Room Service', Harry said with a nervous smile and placed the tray onto the table by the door, 'Hermoine, we are all worried downstairs, why don't you come down?'
'I don't feel very well, Harry, but thank you for the dinner', she looked at him and smiled weakly, 'Could you give this letter to Mr Weasley for me? It's very private.'
She handed him an envelope, then closed the door.
Harry just stood there, wondering what was wrong. Then he felt a rumble in his stomach, a large bowl of trifle was waiting for him. He shrugged and went back downstairs.
He entered the dining room, Mrs Weasley was looking at him.
'Well?', she asked
'she says that she is not feeling well, and she asked me to give you this Mr Weasley', Harry handed him the letter.
Harry grabbed a bowl and piled it high with trifle, He then dived in with his spoon.
Mr Weasley opened the letter from Hermione, and started to read it. He was aware after a while that the rest of the table were looking at him, curious to know what Hermione had written.
'I'll be in my study', he coughed, then got up from his chair and left.
End of the first chapter, please review!