A.N- Hey everyone! Here's my new chapter. I wasn't able to get my proofreader (Azkaban Fugitive *wink wink*) to help me out so here it is anyway. I'm hoping one day I'll write a story where I can get like over 50 reviews like some people on here (Silver Ice) N-E-Ways, here you go, I might make some changes, maybe not, let me know what you think so far. Love ya guys! Thanks for reviewing..the whole 6 of you :)
When Ron awoke the next morning, Harry had already left for breakfast. Not having an appetite, Ron decided to write Hermioni a letter to explain his feelings, but despite the fact he couldn't put them into correct meaning, he would never get the courage to give it to her. Ron, then, decided to meet his friends in Great Hall for breakfast.
"Good Morning." Harry greeted Ron.
"What's so good about it?" Ron replied, feeling rather frustrated with his failure for writing.
"Feeling alright, Ron?" Hermioni questioned. Ron turned his focus to Hermionie, and his dark morning had showed a ray of light.
"Eh, yeah…yeah I'm fine." Ron stumbled; he could feel each freckle on his embarrassed face start on fire.
"So, Ron? Have a good night?" Harry asked suspiciously. Ron glared over to Harry, obviously longer then he realized because there was a hard slap on his shoulder.
"Ron? Are you sure everything's okay?" Hermioni questioned Ron uncertainly.
"So, what class is first on our schedule? Sure hope it's not Snape, who wants to wake up to him, right?" Ron commented with a forced chuckle in desperate attempt to change the subject. And to his relief, it had worked.
"In fact, I believe you two are expected in Professor fake Trelawny." Hermioni corrected.
"Even better." Harry stated. "I get to wake up to Trelawny starring at me with those pitiful eyes while saying 'Oh Harry, I see terrible things for you ahead' Harry mimicked. If what she said were true, I would have died about, hmm, ten times now." Harry commented as he pointed to each of his fingers.
That day at Professor Trelawny's class was worse then Harry could have guessed. Not only did Trelawny predict Harry's death. She also told Ron that he would soon face a situation concerning his close friends and horrendous grief.
Dinner that day never sounded more appealing. Ron took seconds on everything that lay in front of him, and he took bits of everything for dessert.
"Boy, Ron, sure are giving those elf's their day's work." George joked, but his hard laughs were abruptly ended when he noticed Hermioni's hard stare.
"I don't see how you could possibly joke about that." She complained.
After dinner, Ron could barley excuse himself from the table. Feeling rather sick, he returned to his common room before either Hermioni or Harry.
"Hermioni." Harry spoke after Ron was no longer in view.
"Yes?" Hermioni asked as she fed herself the last morsels that remained scattered on her plate.
"Could we, eh, possibly go for a little walk?" Harry stuttered and he continuously wiped his hands on his beat up napkin.
"Of course, Harry, is everything alright?" Hermioni asked in concern.
"Everything's fine." Hermioni wiped the last remains off her face and threw the napkin atop her empty plate. She and Harry stood up and walked to the isolated grounds.
"I don't mean to sound selfish, but I can't afford to be late in class." Hermioni spoke into the cold, tensed air. Harry came to a sudden halt.
"Hermioni, I have to tell you something, and it's kind of important." Harry began.
"Okay, then. Say it." Getting rather irritated, Hermioni flashed a quick glance at her wristwatch.
"I think, actually, I know. Well, no, actually, I just---"
"What is it Harry?" Hermioni interrupted her tone of voice much more assertive then Harry's.
"All I wanted to say is, I think I like you." Harry finally spoke out. Harry decided, by the astonished look upon Hermioni's face that just telling her wasn't enough. He would have to do more. Harry took a step closer to fill the large gap that stood between he and Hermioni and lightly held each side of her face. He pulled her as close as she could possibly get and delivered a kiss to her trembling lips.
An unknown flash of light and a quiet click sent the two friends apart from one another. As Harry glanced around, he clenched his teeth tightly at whom he saw.
"Even though you didn't smile for the camera, we all will know it was a picture perfect moment." There standing, with a camera in his hand was Dracco Malfroy. He gleamed rather satisfying at the developing picture that lay in the palm of his hand.
"Give it here, Malfroy!" Harry exclaimed his calming and gentle voice now growing large with anger.
"Not so fast, Potter." Malfroy smiled as he waved the picture in front a livid Hermioni and Harry. The picture had fully developed and anyone who saw it could easily extinguish exactly what was happening.
"What do you want, Malfroy?" Harry finally asked. He knew Malfroy wouldn't give it up without a condition.
"It sure is sad that you would do this to your very own best friend, Potter. What do you suppose Ron would say about this?" Malfroy asked, his voice suddenly turning into concern, although he truly didn't care what happened to Ron.
"This has nothing to do with Ron." Hermioni spoke. "How about you stop with these childish attempts to get us excited because honestly, it's not a huge deal. Actually, it's no deal at all. Let's go Harry, we don't need to stay here and think Malfroy has the better of us." Hermioni stated matter-o-factly as she grabbed hold of Harry's arm and began to drag him away.
"Maybe you would show a little more interests if you're hair wasn't keeping your brain from functioning correctly." Malfroy snapped. "Maybe you should care, because everyone here, even Potter I assume, knows that Weasly has a thing for a certain Mudblood." Malfroy's smile had suddenly stretched from ear to ear, and he looked back from face to lost face, enjoying the tension and confusion.
"I'll be talking to you later, Potter? I do assume you wouldn't want this picture to conveniently fall into the wrong hands, now do we?" Malfroy called out as he flashed one last smile and headed towards Hogwarts.
"Harry. Is he telling the truth?" Hermioni questioned, her big brown eyes staring into Harry's glassy emerald ones. "Are you aware that, or even if, Ron likes me?"
Does Harry know more then he's telling Hermioni? What does Malfroy really want from Harry? Who does Hermioni truely love? There's only one way to find out!!
When Ron awoke the next morning, Harry had already left for breakfast. Not having an appetite, Ron decided to write Hermioni a letter to explain his feelings, but despite the fact he couldn't put them into correct meaning, he would never get the courage to give it to her. Ron, then, decided to meet his friends in Great Hall for breakfast.
"Good Morning." Harry greeted Ron.
"What's so good about it?" Ron replied, feeling rather frustrated with his failure for writing.
"Feeling alright, Ron?" Hermioni questioned. Ron turned his focus to Hermionie, and his dark morning had showed a ray of light.
"Eh, yeah…yeah I'm fine." Ron stumbled; he could feel each freckle on his embarrassed face start on fire.
"So, Ron? Have a good night?" Harry asked suspiciously. Ron glared over to Harry, obviously longer then he realized because there was a hard slap on his shoulder.
"Ron? Are you sure everything's okay?" Hermioni questioned Ron uncertainly.
"So, what class is first on our schedule? Sure hope it's not Snape, who wants to wake up to him, right?" Ron commented with a forced chuckle in desperate attempt to change the subject. And to his relief, it had worked.
"In fact, I believe you two are expected in Professor fake Trelawny." Hermioni corrected.
"Even better." Harry stated. "I get to wake up to Trelawny starring at me with those pitiful eyes while saying 'Oh Harry, I see terrible things for you ahead' Harry mimicked. If what she said were true, I would have died about, hmm, ten times now." Harry commented as he pointed to each of his fingers.
That day at Professor Trelawny's class was worse then Harry could have guessed. Not only did Trelawny predict Harry's death. She also told Ron that he would soon face a situation concerning his close friends and horrendous grief.
Dinner that day never sounded more appealing. Ron took seconds on everything that lay in front of him, and he took bits of everything for dessert.
"Boy, Ron, sure are giving those elf's their day's work." George joked, but his hard laughs were abruptly ended when he noticed Hermioni's hard stare.
"I don't see how you could possibly joke about that." She complained.
After dinner, Ron could barley excuse himself from the table. Feeling rather sick, he returned to his common room before either Hermioni or Harry.
"Hermioni." Harry spoke after Ron was no longer in view.
"Yes?" Hermioni asked as she fed herself the last morsels that remained scattered on her plate.
"Could we, eh, possibly go for a little walk?" Harry stuttered and he continuously wiped his hands on his beat up napkin.
"Of course, Harry, is everything alright?" Hermioni asked in concern.
"Everything's fine." Hermioni wiped the last remains off her face and threw the napkin atop her empty plate. She and Harry stood up and walked to the isolated grounds.
"I don't mean to sound selfish, but I can't afford to be late in class." Hermioni spoke into the cold, tensed air. Harry came to a sudden halt.
"Hermioni, I have to tell you something, and it's kind of important." Harry began.
"Okay, then. Say it." Getting rather irritated, Hermioni flashed a quick glance at her wristwatch.
"I think, actually, I know. Well, no, actually, I just---"
"What is it Harry?" Hermioni interrupted her tone of voice much more assertive then Harry's.
"All I wanted to say is, I think I like you." Harry finally spoke out. Harry decided, by the astonished look upon Hermioni's face that just telling her wasn't enough. He would have to do more. Harry took a step closer to fill the large gap that stood between he and Hermioni and lightly held each side of her face. He pulled her as close as she could possibly get and delivered a kiss to her trembling lips.
An unknown flash of light and a quiet click sent the two friends apart from one another. As Harry glanced around, he clenched his teeth tightly at whom he saw.
"Even though you didn't smile for the camera, we all will know it was a picture perfect moment." There standing, with a camera in his hand was Dracco Malfroy. He gleamed rather satisfying at the developing picture that lay in the palm of his hand.
"Give it here, Malfroy!" Harry exclaimed his calming and gentle voice now growing large with anger.
"Not so fast, Potter." Malfroy smiled as he waved the picture in front a livid Hermioni and Harry. The picture had fully developed and anyone who saw it could easily extinguish exactly what was happening.
"What do you want, Malfroy?" Harry finally asked. He knew Malfroy wouldn't give it up without a condition.
"It sure is sad that you would do this to your very own best friend, Potter. What do you suppose Ron would say about this?" Malfroy asked, his voice suddenly turning into concern, although he truly didn't care what happened to Ron.
"This has nothing to do with Ron." Hermioni spoke. "How about you stop with these childish attempts to get us excited because honestly, it's not a huge deal. Actually, it's no deal at all. Let's go Harry, we don't need to stay here and think Malfroy has the better of us." Hermioni stated matter-o-factly as she grabbed hold of Harry's arm and began to drag him away.
"Maybe you would show a little more interests if you're hair wasn't keeping your brain from functioning correctly." Malfroy snapped. "Maybe you should care, because everyone here, even Potter I assume, knows that Weasly has a thing for a certain Mudblood." Malfroy's smile had suddenly stretched from ear to ear, and he looked back from face to lost face, enjoying the tension and confusion.
"I'll be talking to you later, Potter? I do assume you wouldn't want this picture to conveniently fall into the wrong hands, now do we?" Malfroy called out as he flashed one last smile and headed towards Hogwarts.
"Harry. Is he telling the truth?" Hermioni questioned, her big brown eyes staring into Harry's glassy emerald ones. "Are you aware that, or even if, Ron likes me?"
Does Harry know more then he's telling Hermioni? What does Malfroy really want from Harry? Who does Hermioni truely love? There's only one way to find out!!