Okey dokey. Well, how is it so far? I'm so sorry to all the d/h, r/h, and h/g shippers. I'm strictly h/h. Thanks to all my reviewers!! I so worship you for keeping my hopes up! Flames will be used to warm my house so giving them will just keep me warm and happy! Bibi!
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine so leave me alone. This is all J.K. Rowling's genius so let me be.
My turn
The night passed and dawn cast its water rays on the happy couple. Harry and Hermione still were sleeping soundly and completely relaxed in each other's presence. Harry awoke to the beautiful sight of Hermione sleeping next to him. No one had ever made him feel this way. I could wake up next to her for the rest of my life. We fit so well together and she is the missing piece to me. All my life I wanted to love and be loved by someone and I have. She looks so cute and pretty when she sleeps. I would never have thought this would happen to me. And maybe..just maybe I will be able to do this for the rest of my life.
Hermione stirred and woke to the sight of Harry gazing down at her. Once he realized she was awake he kissed her good morning. "Hmm..I could get used to this," he whispered. She looked at him shyly and tentatively. "You make me happy you know. Harry, stay with me until my parents wake up because I need to tell them about us." "Are you sure? Will they kill me?" he asked half-jokingly. She didn't reply but lifted her head to kiss him lightly. "They will love you because no one can hate you completely, even Voldemort," she said after a while. (A/N Hmm...makes you wonder!!)
The Parents...(dum dum dum duummmm)
Harry and Hermione went downstairs after Hermione changed into jeans and a t-shirt. Her parents were making breakfast and didn't look up from what they were doing when the couple walked in.
"Hi honey," her parents said in unison.
"Mum, Dad, I need to talk to you."
"What about sweetie?"
"Turn around."
When both of them did, they were shocked to see a tall, black haired boy holding their daughter's hand.
"Hermione, what is going on?"
"Harry is my....boyfriend."
Their first instinct was to make that boy fear their wrath but...on a closer look..the boy was gentle to their daughter. Hermione's parents could see the way he was ever so careful around her by the way he stood in front of her to take their accusations. When his eyes met her mom's they were not hard nor defiant but gentle with a dash of lingering sadness.
"Hermione, get our guest a plate because breakfast is ready!" her mom said finally.
Hermione's parents shared a glance and her mom communicated that all was well.
"Harry, how are you?" her dad asked.
"Fine, sir thank you."
And they got acquainted by the time breakfast was served. Her parents observed that Harry was protective of Hermione and fussed over a cut she had gotten from bumping into the table. This boy was obviously dear to Hermione and if she trusted him, they certainly trusted him. From what Hermione had told them about Harry Potter, they were expecting a totally different person. Instead, Harry was the perfect one for Hermione, though they were sad to realize their little bookworm had grown up and Harry was the one to notice.
A/N How did you like this chapter? I won't be updating for a few days though because I need to decide where to go from here. I have got them together but I need some directions on where to steer this now!
To Linz: I know you are an anonymous reviewer but I was taken aback by your review. I know I am a stranger to you but I would like to help you in any way I can. If you want to talk, I'm here. My e-mail is h_h_forever@quidditch.zzn.com. I dedicate this chapter to you and I wish for your continued support.
May God Bless You All In These Dark Times,
~bookworm4ever~
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine so leave me alone. This is all J.K. Rowling's genius so let me be.
My turn
The night passed and dawn cast its water rays on the happy couple. Harry and Hermione still were sleeping soundly and completely relaxed in each other's presence. Harry awoke to the beautiful sight of Hermione sleeping next to him. No one had ever made him feel this way. I could wake up next to her for the rest of my life. We fit so well together and she is the missing piece to me. All my life I wanted to love and be loved by someone and I have. She looks so cute and pretty when she sleeps. I would never have thought this would happen to me. And maybe..just maybe I will be able to do this for the rest of my life.
Hermione stirred and woke to the sight of Harry gazing down at her. Once he realized she was awake he kissed her good morning. "Hmm..I could get used to this," he whispered. She looked at him shyly and tentatively. "You make me happy you know. Harry, stay with me until my parents wake up because I need to tell them about us." "Are you sure? Will they kill me?" he asked half-jokingly. She didn't reply but lifted her head to kiss him lightly. "They will love you because no one can hate you completely, even Voldemort," she said after a while. (A/N Hmm...makes you wonder!!)
The Parents...(dum dum dum duummmm)
Harry and Hermione went downstairs after Hermione changed into jeans and a t-shirt. Her parents were making breakfast and didn't look up from what they were doing when the couple walked in.
"Hi honey," her parents said in unison.
"Mum, Dad, I need to talk to you."
"What about sweetie?"
"Turn around."
When both of them did, they were shocked to see a tall, black haired boy holding their daughter's hand.
"Hermione, what is going on?"
"Harry is my....boyfriend."
Their first instinct was to make that boy fear their wrath but...on a closer look..the boy was gentle to their daughter. Hermione's parents could see the way he was ever so careful around her by the way he stood in front of her to take their accusations. When his eyes met her mom's they were not hard nor defiant but gentle with a dash of lingering sadness.
"Hermione, get our guest a plate because breakfast is ready!" her mom said finally.
Hermione's parents shared a glance and her mom communicated that all was well.
"Harry, how are you?" her dad asked.
"Fine, sir thank you."
And they got acquainted by the time breakfast was served. Her parents observed that Harry was protective of Hermione and fussed over a cut she had gotten from bumping into the table. This boy was obviously dear to Hermione and if she trusted him, they certainly trusted him. From what Hermione had told them about Harry Potter, they were expecting a totally different person. Instead, Harry was the perfect one for Hermione, though they were sad to realize their little bookworm had grown up and Harry was the one to notice.
A/N How did you like this chapter? I won't be updating for a few days though because I need to decide where to go from here. I have got them together but I need some directions on where to steer this now!
To Linz: I know you are an anonymous reviewer but I was taken aback by your review. I know I am a stranger to you but I would like to help you in any way I can. If you want to talk, I'm here. My e-mail is h_h_forever@quidditch.zzn.com. I dedicate this chapter to you and I wish for your continued support.
May God Bless You All In These Dark Times,
~bookworm4ever~
