Author's Notes: Hey guys. Here is another of my HH fics. I am
procrastinating so much. I still haven't finished my first one. Hope you
guys like the sequel. But I still think that the meaning of the story is
better without the sequel. But some people wanted me to write one with a
happy ending. I SUGGEST THAT YOU DON'T READ THIS. But since I am a nice
person I wrote this story for Jackie, Izzy, Chloe, Stephanie, Rachel and
all the other HH/HP freaks out there. O well, Enjoy ^_^
I also really want to thank NAPPA. You have read all of my fics and you
have reviews. Thank you so much for everything. Please review!!!!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. If I did, I wouldn't be here right now. I would be in Cuba.shopping! *~*
Snow: The Sequel
By: JT112
I love snow. I love everything about it. It floats lazily from the sky and covers the ground with a beautiful sparkly white blanket. The snow can surround you and make you feel wonderful. The white fluff can gets caught in my hair and makes it seems like its sparkling. Every single flake is a whole different world, a new contenance time. Sometimes you try to catch it on your tongue. And once you do it sends you a chill down your spine. Snow is absolutely wonderful and will sparkle all around you. I adore snow. How couldn't you? Hermione sat in the Griffindor Common Room, looking out the window. The snow was falling lightly on the ground. It was like mid-winter and the entire school was covered in glorious icy layer of snow. Hermione was taking a break from studying for her NEWTS and sat by the window to watching the thing she loved most. The scene was breathtaking. It was night and Hermione could see the snowflakes falling down onto the Quidditch field. No lights were on, on the field, but the moon was high and its light bathed the field and the castle in a soft pearly glow. She loved that place. She loved everything about it. It was so magical and beautiful. Hermione sat there, in he comfy chair, playing with her necklace and thinking about that day, that wonderful day where her life changed. The day might have been amazing but it was also quite strange. Her heart had been shattered like a mirror, and then was mended back together with such care and love, all in one day. She would never forget not even in a million years.
..::Flashback::.. Hermione was running. Running as fast as she could. All her heart told her to do was run. She didn't know where to go or what to do when she got there, but all that she knew was that she had to get away. Tears were running down her cheeks, staining her face. Hermione finally reached a corridor in the school that was unknown to her. She sat down on the ground and started to cry even harder than before. Crying was good for her now. It was the only way to get her feelings out without breaking or ripping something to shreads. And everybody is entitled to cry, even Hermione Granger. 'How could he do that? I loved him and he loved me back. How could he do that to me? Especially with.' She said aloud, not knowing that there was someone else was in the hall unknown to her. Suddenly she heard someone whisper something. It was barely inaudible but Hermione still heard it. "Who is there?" she demanded. A shadowed figure came out of the dark and murmured, "Its me, Harry. Are you ok, Hermione?" Now he was visible and she could see his handsome face. She didn't reply but kept on crying. He sat down next to her and positioned his shoulder so that she would be leaving on it. They both sat there, not talking, not knowing what to say or do, just being together was enough. But the silence was broken when Harry asked, "What happened? You can tell me." "Victor.. He.." she barely choked because the tears were interfering. "He was.cheating on me. I f..found him in the Common Room with" and she stopped and fresh tears started to immerge. They came freely and made her face wet. "It's ok, 'Mione. Go slowly. You can tell me." He said gently. He seemed so caring, so sweet and sincere. He was always like that. Always wanting to help. She did go slowly. "I found him.in the Common Room with," here was a hesitation but she continued. "Harry, please forgive me. I'm so sorry." She said with tears coming again. "Its ok just tell me" he replied softly. "He was with.Cho Chang." She whispered. The moment, she said that, his expression change. It no longer was a warm handsome smile, but a scowl. "I knew all along" Harry stated. "I knew something was wrong when she said that I had lost my love for Quidditch. She wanted someone better. And that was Victor. I'm not hurt at all. I don't even think that I loved her at all. It's ok,'Mione. You'll get over him and then you'll realize that you never even needed him in the first place. You'll be fine. I know it." "Thanks, Harry" she replied looking up into Harry's deep green eyes. They were so deep that you could get lost in them. He had gorgeous emerald eyes. She wanted to stay like that forever but they both were startled by a noise at the end of the hall. "Meow". It was Mrs. Norris, Filch's cat. "We need to leave now. Let's go out side. I need some fresh air." He said. Harry grabbed her hand and they ran. It was snowing outside, the first snowfall of the year. She hated winter but most of all she hated snow. It was cold, unfeeling and brought death to everything that it touched. But she could stand it if Harry was there with her. "Is that better?" he said with a smile on his face. He put his hand underneath his chin and raised her head up. He looked deeply in his eyes and seemed to be under a spell. Hermione didn't feel uncomfortable under his gaze, unlike Victor's. Vitcor had cold eyes, which contrasted Harry emerald ones. A small snowflake fell upon Hermione's face, right underneath her right eye. She then tried to reach for it, when Harry yook his hand and removed the snowflake from her face. Harry now understood something. It clicked in his head. The girl he loved wasn't the dream girl Quidditch player, Cho Chang. She was one of the smartest, most beautiful, and talented women he had ever met. She was his best friend. She was right in front of him All along and he didn't even bother to look. It was Hermione. He son leaned closer towards her. He wasn't afraid. She wasn't either. He was close enough so that he could feel her breath. He then closed the gap between them with his lips. ..::End of Flashback::..
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Author's Notes: Hope you guys liked it. I know its different than they other the first one, but people said that they wanted a sequel and they wanted it happier, so that is whatI gave them. I was a little rushed even though it took me a year to finally write the damn thing, but here it is. Well, hope you like it
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. If I did, I wouldn't be here right now. I would be in Cuba.shopping! *~*
Snow: The Sequel
By: JT112
I love snow. I love everything about it. It floats lazily from the sky and covers the ground with a beautiful sparkly white blanket. The snow can surround you and make you feel wonderful. The white fluff can gets caught in my hair and makes it seems like its sparkling. Every single flake is a whole different world, a new contenance time. Sometimes you try to catch it on your tongue. And once you do it sends you a chill down your spine. Snow is absolutely wonderful and will sparkle all around you. I adore snow. How couldn't you? Hermione sat in the Griffindor Common Room, looking out the window. The snow was falling lightly on the ground. It was like mid-winter and the entire school was covered in glorious icy layer of snow. Hermione was taking a break from studying for her NEWTS and sat by the window to watching the thing she loved most. The scene was breathtaking. It was night and Hermione could see the snowflakes falling down onto the Quidditch field. No lights were on, on the field, but the moon was high and its light bathed the field and the castle in a soft pearly glow. She loved that place. She loved everything about it. It was so magical and beautiful. Hermione sat there, in he comfy chair, playing with her necklace and thinking about that day, that wonderful day where her life changed. The day might have been amazing but it was also quite strange. Her heart had been shattered like a mirror, and then was mended back together with such care and love, all in one day. She would never forget not even in a million years.
..::Flashback::.. Hermione was running. Running as fast as she could. All her heart told her to do was run. She didn't know where to go or what to do when she got there, but all that she knew was that she had to get away. Tears were running down her cheeks, staining her face. Hermione finally reached a corridor in the school that was unknown to her. She sat down on the ground and started to cry even harder than before. Crying was good for her now. It was the only way to get her feelings out without breaking or ripping something to shreads. And everybody is entitled to cry, even Hermione Granger. 'How could he do that? I loved him and he loved me back. How could he do that to me? Especially with.' She said aloud, not knowing that there was someone else was in the hall unknown to her. Suddenly she heard someone whisper something. It was barely inaudible but Hermione still heard it. "Who is there?" she demanded. A shadowed figure came out of the dark and murmured, "Its me, Harry. Are you ok, Hermione?" Now he was visible and she could see his handsome face. She didn't reply but kept on crying. He sat down next to her and positioned his shoulder so that she would be leaving on it. They both sat there, not talking, not knowing what to say or do, just being together was enough. But the silence was broken when Harry asked, "What happened? You can tell me." "Victor.. He.." she barely choked because the tears were interfering. "He was.cheating on me. I f..found him in the Common Room with" and she stopped and fresh tears started to immerge. They came freely and made her face wet. "It's ok, 'Mione. Go slowly. You can tell me." He said gently. He seemed so caring, so sweet and sincere. He was always like that. Always wanting to help. She did go slowly. "I found him.in the Common Room with," here was a hesitation but she continued. "Harry, please forgive me. I'm so sorry." She said with tears coming again. "Its ok just tell me" he replied softly. "He was with.Cho Chang." She whispered. The moment, she said that, his expression change. It no longer was a warm handsome smile, but a scowl. "I knew all along" Harry stated. "I knew something was wrong when she said that I had lost my love for Quidditch. She wanted someone better. And that was Victor. I'm not hurt at all. I don't even think that I loved her at all. It's ok,'Mione. You'll get over him and then you'll realize that you never even needed him in the first place. You'll be fine. I know it." "Thanks, Harry" she replied looking up into Harry's deep green eyes. They were so deep that you could get lost in them. He had gorgeous emerald eyes. She wanted to stay like that forever but they both were startled by a noise at the end of the hall. "Meow". It was Mrs. Norris, Filch's cat. "We need to leave now. Let's go out side. I need some fresh air." He said. Harry grabbed her hand and they ran. It was snowing outside, the first snowfall of the year. She hated winter but most of all she hated snow. It was cold, unfeeling and brought death to everything that it touched. But she could stand it if Harry was there with her. "Is that better?" he said with a smile on his face. He put his hand underneath his chin and raised her head up. He looked deeply in his eyes and seemed to be under a spell. Hermione didn't feel uncomfortable under his gaze, unlike Victor's. Vitcor had cold eyes, which contrasted Harry emerald ones. A small snowflake fell upon Hermione's face, right underneath her right eye. She then tried to reach for it, when Harry yook his hand and removed the snowflake from her face. Harry now understood something. It clicked in his head. The girl he loved wasn't the dream girl Quidditch player, Cho Chang. She was one of the smartest, most beautiful, and talented women he had ever met. She was his best friend. She was right in front of him All along and he didn't even bother to look. It was Hermione. He son leaned closer towards her. He wasn't afraid. She wasn't either. He was close enough so that he could feel her breath. He then closed the gap between them with his lips. ..::End of Flashback::..
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Author's Notes: Hope you guys liked it. I know its different than they other the first one, but people said that they wanted a sequel and they wanted it happier, so that is whatI gave them. I was a little rushed even though it took me a year to finally write the damn thing, but here it is. Well, hope you like it