Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters. If I did, I
wouldn't be here right now. I'd be in Cuba and spending money.
Author's Notes: I don't usually write Angst but I felt like doing it once. And let me just say that HARRY AND HERMIONE SHOULD BE TOGETHER FOREVER. Sorry, I had to say that. Harry and Cho suck and so do Hermione and Ron. Anyways, enjoy the story!
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1 Snow
By Jt112
I hate snow. It is cold, wet and unfeeling. It covers everything with its blanket of ice. Some say that its beauty is unmatched. I think that it possesses no beauty at all. It brings death to everything it touches. How could that be beautiful? I hate snow.
Hermione sat in the Gryffindor Common Room, looking out the window. It was mid-winter and the entire castle was covered in a cold blanket of icy snow. It was out and it was a beautiful morning. She was staring at two students playing in the snow outside. They were throwing snowballs and tickling each other. They looked happy. Peaceful. Hermione stared in disgust as her best friend and his long time crush were having the time of their lives. She took one last glance and the returned to her Potions essay.
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"Hermione!" a voice whispered gently in her ear. "Hermione you have to wake up." the voice whispered again. But she would not wake. Just then she felt strong arms reach around and nudging her gently. Hermione was coming out of her sleep and realized that she fell asleep while doing homework. She raised her head slowly to see who had wakened her up. She then found herself looking into the most beautiful emerald eyes, she knew who it was. It was her best friend, Harry.
"Hello Sleeping Beauty. Did you have a nice nap," Harry said.
"Hi" Hermione barely whispered. She was still disgusted by the other night's events.
"What time did you go to bed lat night?" he asked her.
"What time did you go to bed last time?" she responded sharply.
He was taken aback by her tone but he answered, "Late. Why?"
"Just wondering?" she said quickly.
Then there was silence. A lot has happened since they first year at Hogwarts, Voldermort coming back to power was one of the hardest things for Harry. But he found solace in his friends and with Cho. He spent more time with Cho than his friends, which absolutely disgusted Hermione.
Harry could sense a tension between them. He assumed that it was because of the past events. He put a hand on her shoulder and gave her a warm smile. He gave her the smile that could warm anything cold and unfeeling. He touch could make ice melt. He was noble, pure and good. But Hermione knew that something that pure could never be hers.
Harry was the one to break the silence, and said, "Ron was such a jerk, and I still can't believe that he did that."
Hermione didn't say anything but looked down and started to remember that evening, the night that started it all.
..::Flashback::..
Ron lead her to an empty part of the castle. He led her to a cold corridor with a big and beautiful window overlooking the lake. The moon was full and shedding its cold and creamy light on Hermione. But Hermione could not see anything because her eyes were covered.
"Ron, we should be getting back. The Yule Ball will end soon and people will start to look for us. Harry will be worried." She whispered to him in the moonlit corridor.
"You can open your eyes now" he replied. She opened her eyes slowly to see the beautiful view. The sight took her aback. She loved the stars and the moon; their light pierced her heart and left her in a state of wonder. The snow was falling slowly upon the ground, letting its blanket cover everything.
Ron could see her joy and then asked, "Do you like it? I love snow and I wanted to show you."
"I love it." She replied. Then Ron took his hand and placed it one her cheek. He turned her head towards him and he stared to lean in. He was so close to her. She could feel his breath. He soon had his lips against hers and she could feel his arms go around her waist. But Hermione pushed him off over her and cried, "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING? Get away from me" She ran. She had to run. It was what she did best. Running. She didn't know where she was going but she knew she had to get away from him. She found herself in the place that she loved most, the only place where she could be alone and be surrounded by things that she loved. She found herself in the library. She sat down in a chair and started to cry. "Why did he do that? Why?" she whispered to herself. Suddenly she heard a noise and she lifted up her head to see who it was. "Who is it?" she barely whispered because she was full of tears.
"Its me, Harry. Are you ok? What happened? You can tell me? He said in a concerned voice. He walked over to where she was sitting. She put her head on his shoulder and cried. She cried and told him the story, until sleep overtook them and they lay there until morning.
..::End of Flashback::..
"Do you want to talk about that night?" he said, bringing her back to reality.
"No, that's not what's bothering me. Just forget about it. I'll be all right." She replied.
"Well, if your sure." He said slowly. "I'm going to bed before I fall asleep right here." So he gave her a hug and then that smile. He gave her that smile with all its warmth and joy. His smile could soften anything. It melted her. But it could also melt the cold and unfeeling snow that I hated so much.
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Author's Notes: Hope you guys liked it. I know it was a little short and that it was Angst. I usually don't write that genre but today I was feeling a little sad and I felt like Hermione. Remember Read And Review!!!
Author's Notes: I don't usually write Angst but I felt like doing it once. And let me just say that HARRY AND HERMIONE SHOULD BE TOGETHER FOREVER. Sorry, I had to say that. Harry and Cho suck and so do Hermione and Ron. Anyways, enjoy the story!
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1 Snow
By Jt112
I hate snow. It is cold, wet and unfeeling. It covers everything with its blanket of ice. Some say that its beauty is unmatched. I think that it possesses no beauty at all. It brings death to everything it touches. How could that be beautiful? I hate snow.
Hermione sat in the Gryffindor Common Room, looking out the window. It was mid-winter and the entire castle was covered in a cold blanket of icy snow. It was out and it was a beautiful morning. She was staring at two students playing in the snow outside. They were throwing snowballs and tickling each other. They looked happy. Peaceful. Hermione stared in disgust as her best friend and his long time crush were having the time of their lives. She took one last glance and the returned to her Potions essay.
*~*
"Hermione!" a voice whispered gently in her ear. "Hermione you have to wake up." the voice whispered again. But she would not wake. Just then she felt strong arms reach around and nudging her gently. Hermione was coming out of her sleep and realized that she fell asleep while doing homework. She raised her head slowly to see who had wakened her up. She then found herself looking into the most beautiful emerald eyes, she knew who it was. It was her best friend, Harry.
"Hello Sleeping Beauty. Did you have a nice nap," Harry said.
"Hi" Hermione barely whispered. She was still disgusted by the other night's events.
"What time did you go to bed lat night?" he asked her.
"What time did you go to bed last time?" she responded sharply.
He was taken aback by her tone but he answered, "Late. Why?"
"Just wondering?" she said quickly.
Then there was silence. A lot has happened since they first year at Hogwarts, Voldermort coming back to power was one of the hardest things for Harry. But he found solace in his friends and with Cho. He spent more time with Cho than his friends, which absolutely disgusted Hermione.
Harry could sense a tension between them. He assumed that it was because of the past events. He put a hand on her shoulder and gave her a warm smile. He gave her the smile that could warm anything cold and unfeeling. He touch could make ice melt. He was noble, pure and good. But Hermione knew that something that pure could never be hers.
Harry was the one to break the silence, and said, "Ron was such a jerk, and I still can't believe that he did that."
Hermione didn't say anything but looked down and started to remember that evening, the night that started it all.
..::Flashback::..
Ron lead her to an empty part of the castle. He led her to a cold corridor with a big and beautiful window overlooking the lake. The moon was full and shedding its cold and creamy light on Hermione. But Hermione could not see anything because her eyes were covered.
"Ron, we should be getting back. The Yule Ball will end soon and people will start to look for us. Harry will be worried." She whispered to him in the moonlit corridor.
"You can open your eyes now" he replied. She opened her eyes slowly to see the beautiful view. The sight took her aback. She loved the stars and the moon; their light pierced her heart and left her in a state of wonder. The snow was falling slowly upon the ground, letting its blanket cover everything.
Ron could see her joy and then asked, "Do you like it? I love snow and I wanted to show you."
"I love it." She replied. Then Ron took his hand and placed it one her cheek. He turned her head towards him and he stared to lean in. He was so close to her. She could feel his breath. He soon had his lips against hers and she could feel his arms go around her waist. But Hermione pushed him off over her and cried, "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING? Get away from me" She ran. She had to run. It was what she did best. Running. She didn't know where she was going but she knew she had to get away from him. She found herself in the place that she loved most, the only place where she could be alone and be surrounded by things that she loved. She found herself in the library. She sat down in a chair and started to cry. "Why did he do that? Why?" she whispered to herself. Suddenly she heard a noise and she lifted up her head to see who it was. "Who is it?" she barely whispered because she was full of tears.
"Its me, Harry. Are you ok? What happened? You can tell me? He said in a concerned voice. He walked over to where she was sitting. She put her head on his shoulder and cried. She cried and told him the story, until sleep overtook them and they lay there until morning.
..::End of Flashback::..
"Do you want to talk about that night?" he said, bringing her back to reality.
"No, that's not what's bothering me. Just forget about it. I'll be all right." She replied.
"Well, if your sure." He said slowly. "I'm going to bed before I fall asleep right here." So he gave her a hug and then that smile. He gave her that smile with all its warmth and joy. His smile could soften anything. It melted her. But it could also melt the cold and unfeeling snow that I hated so much.
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Author's Notes: Hope you guys liked it. I know it was a little short and that it was Angst. I usually don't write that genre but today I was feeling a little sad and I felt like Hermione. Remember Read And Review!!!