Awakening
A/N: This story was written originally for a friend for his birthday, though as he's convinced me to do so, I shall post it here for you lovely people.
Disclaimer: honestly, do I really have to say?
Waking up next to the one you love, that is pure bliss. When you awaken and you know that someone is there by your side, always there, and not willing to leave.
These thoughts are what passed through Hermione's mind as she lay awake in bed one night in her seventh year. Thinking of the person she had been thinking of since third year.
Yes it was true, book-worm and bossy and uptight Hermione Granger was in love. A tough sort of love that left a rough knot in her stomach whenever she thought about it.
Harry Potter, yes it was he, she always was wondering about. How it would feel, how it would taste, how everything would be perfect, if he would love her back.
Hermione sighed. It was also true, that in their seven year friendship that neither of them had shown any actions at all, or so Hermione hoped not, that showed anything more than they were friends. It was disappointing really, when she thought about how he had never shown anything more than just pure friendship.
And as she reached for a pen and parchment, she decided that this indeed was the right time to spill everything out on paper, to get her feelings out, and if she were to dare, to be bold enough, to give it to the one she pined over all these years.
Her quill scratched as she wrote on the parchment, hesitating at every moment, choosing her words very carefully, as to make everything as perfect as possible, which was one of her traits that had not worn off over the years.
It was finished, it was as perfect as she thought she could get it.
And as dawn broke over the castle of Hogwarts, she tiptoed to the owlry and tied the letter onto the leg of one of the school owls. As she watched it soar away into the morning sky the knot in her stomach seemed to double its size.
She skipped breakfast, sure that Harry would open it at that time, and went straight to wait outside the Transfiguration classroom until lessons started.
Sure enough, ten minutes later she heard the calling of her name, and the sound of footsteps coming closer. She hid her face underneath her cloak as though to hide.
"Hermione?"
She looked up a bit through her cloak. Harry was crouched down in front of where she sat, the letter in his hand.
She gulped.
"Hermione..."
The knot about nearly trippled its size.
"Yes?" she managed to squeak.
"I feel the same way about you, and always have."
She lifted the cloak off her face, a look of pure disbelif upon her face.
"Oh... Harry, I.."
Her words were cut off by the sound of the bell to annouce the beginning of the days lessons.
"I know Hermione," Harry said, and they walked into class.
A/N: This story was written originally for a friend for his birthday, though as he's convinced me to do so, I shall post it here for you lovely people.
Disclaimer: honestly, do I really have to say?
Waking up next to the one you love, that is pure bliss. When you awaken and you know that someone is there by your side, always there, and not willing to leave.
These thoughts are what passed through Hermione's mind as she lay awake in bed one night in her seventh year. Thinking of the person she had been thinking of since third year.
Yes it was true, book-worm and bossy and uptight Hermione Granger was in love. A tough sort of love that left a rough knot in her stomach whenever she thought about it.
Harry Potter, yes it was he, she always was wondering about. How it would feel, how it would taste, how everything would be perfect, if he would love her back.
Hermione sighed. It was also true, that in their seven year friendship that neither of them had shown any actions at all, or so Hermione hoped not, that showed anything more than they were friends. It was disappointing really, when she thought about how he had never shown anything more than just pure friendship.
And as she reached for a pen and parchment, she decided that this indeed was the right time to spill everything out on paper, to get her feelings out, and if she were to dare, to be bold enough, to give it to the one she pined over all these years.
Her quill scratched as she wrote on the parchment, hesitating at every moment, choosing her words very carefully, as to make everything as perfect as possible, which was one of her traits that had not worn off over the years.
It was finished, it was as perfect as she thought she could get it.
And as dawn broke over the castle of Hogwarts, she tiptoed to the owlry and tied the letter onto the leg of one of the school owls. As she watched it soar away into the morning sky the knot in her stomach seemed to double its size.
She skipped breakfast, sure that Harry would open it at that time, and went straight to wait outside the Transfiguration classroom until lessons started.
Sure enough, ten minutes later she heard the calling of her name, and the sound of footsteps coming closer. She hid her face underneath her cloak as though to hide.
"Hermione?"
She looked up a bit through her cloak. Harry was crouched down in front of where she sat, the letter in his hand.
She gulped.
"Hermione..."
The knot about nearly trippled its size.
"Yes?" she managed to squeak.
"I feel the same way about you, and always have."
She lifted the cloak off her face, a look of pure disbelif upon her face.
"Oh... Harry, I.."
Her words were cut off by the sound of the bell to annouce the beginning of the days lessons.
"I know Hermione," Harry said, and they walked into class.