Author's note: Dear readers, this is my first ever fic. I hope you will have a good time reading it. Reviews and constructive criticism will be appreciated(flames are for baking).
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You are dense potter.
"Why is life so unfair ?" As he strode towards the office of his 'favorite' potions master to serve his detentions this was the only thought that came to his mind.
To start with, it was a Monday which meant a day full of his least favourite classes. The day had been extremely tiring for him.
Trelawney had broken her record of predicting his death this month, in potions Snape had him lose 50 points and when he tried to argue, that earned him detentions. To top it all there was history of magic at the end of the day. Professor Binn's monotone bored him to death and left him feeling all cranky. These would have been very usual for the 'Chosen one' but for the fact that his Bushy know-it-all supposed to be best friend was ignoring him, it wasn't. Ok, fine he won't lie to himself. He did want more than just friendship, but since Ron expressed his feelings towards Hermione he has backed out. Somehow it seemed to him that she reciprocated Ron's feelings. For the past week whenever he sat beside Hermione she either did not notice him or totally ignored him. For an entire day they wouldn't have exchanged more than 5 sentences which included 'Hi' and 'Good morning'. Last night when they sat by the fireplace as they have done a million times before and unintentionally their legs had brushed against each other, he felt her shrink away from his touch! Sigh, life is fucking great.
Still as he strode towards Snape's office her thoughts intruded his mind. How she smiles, how she bites her lower lip when she is thinking about something in deep concentration, how he loses himself in her chocolate brown eyes while staring at her, oh her eyes...he could probably point out the lil' flecks of hazel in her eyes. And her beautiful golden brown curls which bounces along as she walks, how much cute she looks when she huffs in exasperation with her hands on her hips. Well, he shouldn't be thinking like this about his best friend but he can't really help it. Oh how her hips hypnotise him with its swaying every morning while heading for breakfast. And her perfect rosy lips. She doesn't even know how much kissable they are. And further down just passing her beautiful slender neck there's her boso...before Harry could go further with that line of thought he was rudely interrupted by the sight of Snape's office door. Scowling, he knocked on the door receiving a very familiar 'come in' in reply. Upon entering Snape fixed him with a sharp glare and pointed towards the chair facing him. "You will be doing lines today Potter. Write down I must respect my teachers and shouldn't argue with them. C'mon start. I'll ask you to stop when I'll see it appropriate",Snape ordered in a same level voice in one breath.
Harry got to work and started writing. He kept on writing for about 15 mins and he was really trying to concentrate when again his mind was infiltrated with her thoughts. He sure was lovesick and would go insane. Hermione will be the death of his. He didn't noticed that Snape was looking at him intently.
Severus Snape's POV :
Potter was ogling his paper like his favourite dessert. He knows that look. That was the look of a lovesick idiot who was having rather inappropriate thoughts. Such audacity that too in my detention! "Potter!", he startles and spills the ink and looks at me straight in the eye. His thoughts are so superficial that I don't even have to try to see. I see a certain bushy haired witch's face and certain thoughts which catches me in surprise. Oh, this Potter brat is crushing over Mrs.know-it-all granger. I feel the surface emotions he feels for her but yet his hesitation, probably because of that Weasley boy. By the look on his face I know that now he knows that I know. His face grows redder than the famous Weasley shade. I close my eyes as the overwhelming feeling which I had suppressed for so many years take over. How can I ever forget, when these same feelings had infiltrated my mind for all my school years. How can I ever forget how much I loved Lily and how much I detested James Potter and only holding back because I knew she returned his feelings. And as much as he hated to admit it, he knew there was more Lily inside of Harry than James. He was interrupted from these dangerous thoughts by a voice. "Professor ?"
Back to 3rd person POV :
Harry was at a loss of words. His most deepest secrets have been revealed, that too by the last person he expected namely SNAPE! At last when he formed enough coherentness he noticed a very different type of look on the potions master's face. It lacked it's usual sneer, instead there was a pained look. Before he could stop, he found himself saying, "Professor ?"
Severus looked at him. Few moments later he said in a voice very unlike his usual sneering monotone, "You fancy Miss Granger ?". To say that he fancied her was an understatement, he was pathetically lovesick. He couldn't even deny it now. So he uttered out, "Yes Professor".
"And may I know why you two aren't together ?".
"This is only one-sided professor."
Harry didn't know why but he found himself pouring out his heart.
"I know she loves Ron, why would she even want me ? My life has nothing even related to stability. I can die any day. You know about the prophecy sir. There is no way I'm getting out alive. It's like every year there's a game being played, kill Harry. To be honest I don't think she should be with me either. She doesn't deserves that. She should actually stay away."
Severus let out a sigh. "You are dense Potter. Anyone with eyes can see she returns your feelings. Can you recall a time when she didn't stand by you. Can't you see how much she cares for you. Has she ever in her life let you down. Do you think it's just friendship? You are dense Potter, you are really dense. Just because a vile sorcerer who has lost his balls is out to kill doesn't means she will leave you. I'm not saying that a friend should leave your side, but...can you honestly say that from your own personal experience? Your remember your fiasco with Mr.Weasley surely ?" Snape finished with a breath he didn't knew he was holding.
Harry uttered something incoherent mumbling about some 'shrank away' thing. Finally he said,"But she shrank away from me when I sat beside her. What is that supposed to mean ?". He didn't know why he was asking his professor that too Snape this but hey, he was in love okay? It's alright to do foolish things in love.
"Why don't you ask her yourself ? Go ask her. Potter you are dismissed. And one last piece of advice for you. Don't let her go Potter. Go get her."
Harry sat there staring blankly at Snape's face. His mouth was slightly agape. He couldn't believe the turn of events.
"I believe I told you to leave Potter. Now get lost before I change my mind."
Coming back to his senses, he scrambled to his feet, and fled from the potion's professor's office.
As Snape saw him leave, he breathed a heavy sigh and stood up. He went to his cabinet and opened. Kept inside was a set of Odgen's finest.
"So long my friend. So long."
GRYFFINDOR COMMON ROOM :
Harry was thinking about what Snape said.
It did make a little sense. Why not ask her himself? Right? Worst case of all, he makes a fool of himself. He stays unhappy forever? Well he might get killed of soon so maybe worth a shot. While he was pondering upon this, the object of his thoughts or rather the person descended down the stairs of the girl's dormitory. Just as she was on the last step, her eyes fell on his. That was a moment Harry couldn't explain.
He could be wrong but there was a fleeting look of sadness in her beautiful brown orbs. Her cheeks tinged a light pink, and that look was gone. She gave him a light smile and reached up to the armchair facing him, and seated herself. She opened the book she had brought along, and started reading. Harry's mind was racing a 1000 miles, contemplating things from the last few days. What could have happened? He was interrupted by a slight movement in front of him. As he looked up to see what caused it, his breath hitched.
Hermione was sitting by the fireplace, and has just positioned up her legs in her armchair. The bright glow from the ambers gave such a mystical appearance to her. Her deep brown eyes shining a radiant shade. He saw the eyes looking up and meeting his own. In them was a look as if it was searching for something.
They don't know for how long they held their gazes. Funnily enough, her eyes made the decision for him. Then Harry much to his own surprise, motioned her to join himself on the couch. Hermione even if taken aback didn't showed it. She just silently joined him on the couch.
"Don't let her go Potter", Snape's words kept ringing in his mind. C'mon Harry you're a bloody Gryffindor for nothing. He took in a huge breath and released it slowly. Here goes nothing.
"Harry", "Hermione", they both said in unison. An awkward moment passed then Hermione said, "You go first."
"Well you see Mione...its just that...ummm...you see...errrrr", he tried so much but nothing came out. Hermione was watching him with an amused expression. Finally he said, "Snape is not that big a slimy git." This time Hermione showed pure surprise. "Yeah I mean he is still nasty and grouchy and a dickhead but maybe he is just not that bad a person you know." "Language Harry", Hermione chastised him. She continued, "How come such a change of thought Harry ?? Did he treated you to treacle tart in his detentions ??"she asked with mirth in her eyes. "Even better. He helped me realize something", replied Harry.
"Oh...and that is ??"
Harry looked at Hermione. Her hair fell in curls framing her face. A few have come onto her face. He really had been dense. This is the person he wants more than anyone to be by his side. In health and sickness. He reached forward to tuck the strands gently behind her ear, she blushed vigorously at that. Then he said "Made me realize how dense I am actually."
Her expressions changed, she sighed and said, "You really are dense you know. Really dense."
Harry though perplexed didn't say anything. They sat in a comfortable silence.
After a few minutes Harry just spit it out, "Why have you been acting different around me Hermione ?? What happened ??" There was a pause for a moment. Finally Hermione said, " There are reasons Harry. I don't like it when you act so much dense. I just want you to see."
"See what Mione ??"
Hermione didn't answer. Instead she did something very un-Hermioneish. She leaned onto his side and put her head on his shoulders.
"Ok I didn't see anything yet but it feels good." Harry replied with a smirk.
"Oh, shush you" she replied returning his smirk.
"This was the thing I was talking about Harry. Can't you see ??"
"Can't you just tell me ?? Would be a lot easier that way."
"Hmmpphh." Hermione said nothing more and comfortably leaned more into him.
Harry thought back to Snape's words. "She really had always been on my side. Fuck Voldemort. She is all I need. I have always. But what does she means by being dense ??" Harry came to a very startling and sudden realization. "Maybe, just maybe she reciprocates my feeling. That's why she had been avoiding me...maybe? She's awkward around me coz she likes me? But that's not the only possible reason for avoiding is it ??" As he was thinking he felt a slight movement. He looked towards her and saw she was looking at him too. She turned her head at being caught, a blush spreading fast on her face. Harry put his hand to the side of her face and made her look at him. He looked into her eyes, those beautiful chocolate brown pools. This time though, he got his answer. They don't know for how long they held each other's gaze. They didn't noticed they were growing closer and closer and closer...and then slowly their noses bumped and their heads moved of their own accord and their lips touched ever so slightly.
The kiss was soft, gentle, quick and heart warming. They hold on for a few seconds. There were catcalls and whistles all around. They separated and looked at each other. They looked around, there were people smiling goofily and mouthing out to him, "About time mate." Dean and Seamus were wolf whistling. Neville gave him a thumbs up. Lavender and Parvati were all giggling. Ginny and her friends were smiling knowingly. He really felt dense now. He turned to Hermione. Hermione just said,"I guess you see now don't you?".
"Then why the avoiding Hermione?".
"I was afraid I would do something regrettable. I kind of lose my rational thinking when we are together sometimes Harry. And I thought you wouldn't ever like me back. I mean look at you. You're such a great person and..." she was going to blabber on when someone, Fred or George shouted, "For Merlin's sake, kiss again already, you two."
They looked at each other and then Harry pulled her in for a proper snog this time. And they did. Who knew her lips would be so soft. He could kiss them all day. When the requirement for air became too crucial they both separated smiling goofily. Hermione asked, "Since when ??"
"Well 3rd year to be honest but the realization came during the 2nd task you know."
"Oh Harry me too."
"And hey, I never want you to be thinking you're not enough for me or some bullshit like that. I would be dead a thousand times without you. I love you Hermione."
At this she made a noise between a sob and a laugh and she said,"I love you too Harry".
And as there went up an uproar of congratulations Harry and Hermione retreated back to Hermione's dorm room (more suitable u knw*wink*).
He was mesmerized as he saw Hermione leading him by his hand. Maybe just maybe, there was hope after all. Maybe he just found his reason to fight back harder.
And as Hermione pulled on to his tie and pulled him forward in the back of his mind he thanked a certain greasy haired, grouchy, maybe not so slimy, and not so much of a jerk potions professor.
*The End*
Heya guys, thanks for reading. If u liked it make sure to rate and review. I'm a diehard Harmione or HHr fan and I truly believe it should have happened in the canon. I hope you liked the story.
EDIT: OKAY I'M BACK AFTER LIKE SO MANY...MONTHS? YEARS? YEA YEA. I WAS BUSY WITH LIFE ALRIGHT. FIRST THING I SAW WAS THE THOUSANDS OF MISTAKES IN MY STORY. I DONT HAVE A BETA OK. AND I WAS A...DIPSHIT WHEN I WROTE THIS? FINISHED IT IN A HURRY AND ALL. IT WAS LIKE A TEST RUN OK. TESTING THE WATERS AND STUFF. WELL LOOKING AT THE REACTIONS AND ALL I WANNA WRITE MORE ACTUALLY. SO YEAH I'LL GET STARTED ON THAT. BUT FOR NOW I'VE FIXED THE MISTAKES I SAW AT A FIRST GLANCE.( YEA I'M AN IDIOT, I DIDN'T PROOFREAD IT BEFORE POSTING, HEHE).
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