Her eyelids fluttered and opened, absorbing the rays of golden
sunlight that streamed through her window. Ahh, sun, delicious sun. How she
loved bathing in the soft sunlight. She enjoyed it almost as much as
moonlight, which was as pale as her skin. She stretched her limbs in a
catlike fashion, yawned, got up and walked to the bathroom.
It was a glorious Saturday morning, they kind that was described only in fairy tales. Sun shining, birds singing, the enchanting aroma of flowers hung heavily in the air. The whole castle was bathed in the kind of fragrance that you could most often find bottled up in a glass perfume jar. It was a rare morning, what a great day to be alive. She smiled to herself, as she showered. She was always an early riser and heard no stirring from the room next door. The hot water cascaded in waterfalls down her smooth body. She loved the sensation of being in the water, so calm, so free. It was almost as good as flying. She stared at the door next to hers, and smirked in remembrance of her little encounter with the Slytherin slime. Although, who ever said he was bad looking slime? The way that ass moved.. She smiled secretly to herself for thinking such thoughts.
Hermione stepped out of the shower feeling clean and rosy pink. She combed her sleek thick hair and brushed her teeth. She put on a pair of comfy form fitting jeans and a vintage T shirt. She glossed her lips and put mascara on her lashes, but she knew it was just for show. She never needed any of it; she would be stunning without it. Hermione strolled down the halls almost aimlessly, except she always knew where she was going. She got the portrait of the fat lady
"Password?"
"Chicken scratch." The portrait swung open and Hermione stepped into the familiar Gryfindor common room. She looked around and saw that everybody was still asleep. Her eyes scanned the room expertly. Wait, not everybody. She was pleased to see Harry Potter sitting with his back to her, absorbed in a book. She chuckled at the thought and walked over to where the young man was sitting.
"Hello, Harry. Lovely day for a walk isn't it?" she said in a calm tone. The startled Harry jumped at the sound of her voice. He turned around and relaxed, Hermione saw his shoulders slump a little at the sight of her.
"Disappointed it was me and not somebody else?" she asked coyly, raising an eyebrow.
"No, of course not Hermione. You just scared me, that's all." Harry replied shakily.
"Hmm, you're reading, what's wrong with this picture?" Hermione asked, her eyes twinkling with merriment.
"'Mione!" Harry yelped.
"Shh! Not so loud, you'll wake the whole castle!" Hermione laughed. "But really, what are you reading?" Harry blushed a little at his outburst.
"I found a great Quidditch book at the library and I can't put it down." He answered, showing her the old leather bound book clutched in his hands. Hermione sat down beside him.
"Harry, everyone's asleep! Let's get an early start and go to Hogsmeade!" Her face changed into an excited grin. Harry glanced at her with a smile to match her own.
"That's a great idea 'Mione! Should we wake Ron up?" he asked.
"No, let him sleep. Let's go alone; it'll be quieter that way." She said with a laugh. Harry's smile broadened as he set the book down.
"Race you!" Hermione dashed out the door. Their laughter rang through the halls.
They strolled merrily through the secret passage to Hogsmeade. They brought along the invisibility cloak just in case they were breaking an unnecessary rules. They stopped breathlessly at the deserted streets of Hogsmeade. The shops were just opening. Delicious smells of freshly baked pumpkin pasties filled their nostrils. Hermione's stomach growled. She just realized how hungry she was.
"Come on! Let's get something to eat!" she exclaimed, and grabbed Harry's hand. They ran to the nearest bakery. It was warm and cozy inside. The bakery itself was run by an old witch with as many creases and wrinkles as the soft dough she was now kneaded in her hands. Hermione went up to the counter as her stomach ferociously growled for a second time. They ordered fresh sticky cinnamon buns and went to sit at a lone booth in which they were squashed together tightly enough so that if Harry leaned over just the slightest bit, his nose would conclide with Hermione's. Hermione wolfed down her bun in an animalistic fashion, but still managed to do it with grace. Harry stared at her in wonder. She turned to face him.
"What? Is something wrong Harry?" she asked him
"You've got a bit of frosting right-"Harry leaned in and softly kissed Hermione. He could taste the sugar on her tongue, she was almost bittersweet and he was disappointed when she quickly pulled away. Hermione ran her fingers over her lips as if wondering if that had really happened or not. She turned to Harry who was looking at her with a glazed expression. His eyes were warm, but Hermione's shocked expression was mixed with, what was it? Anger??
"Harry! What was that for??!" she yelped in surprise. Hermione had lost her cool for a brief second.
"A kiss, I thought you would know what it was Hermione." He smirked at her. She was still reeling.
"Yes, I know that, but WHY??!" she asked, bewildered. Harry's expression changed to one of hurt. "Look, Harry, I'm sorry to be so abrupt. I don't want to hurt your feelings, but, I'm just not interested in you that way. You're like a brother to me. I love you Harry, but not in that way. I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong idea." She said softly. Harry let out a deep sigh and she could see pain reflected in his eyes.
"It's ok, Hermione. I shouldn't have done that, it was out of line. I'm sorry." He said, his voice hardly above a whisper. Hermione pulled him into a tight embrace and when she pulled away, saw a small trickle of a tear streaming down his cheek. She quickly whipped it away with her thumb smiled at him. Harry smiled back. This was his friend, and nothing more, and he would have to live with that. They ate the rest of their meal in stinging silence.
It was a glorious Saturday morning, they kind that was described only in fairy tales. Sun shining, birds singing, the enchanting aroma of flowers hung heavily in the air. The whole castle was bathed in the kind of fragrance that you could most often find bottled up in a glass perfume jar. It was a rare morning, what a great day to be alive. She smiled to herself, as she showered. She was always an early riser and heard no stirring from the room next door. The hot water cascaded in waterfalls down her smooth body. She loved the sensation of being in the water, so calm, so free. It was almost as good as flying. She stared at the door next to hers, and smirked in remembrance of her little encounter with the Slytherin slime. Although, who ever said he was bad looking slime? The way that ass moved.. She smiled secretly to herself for thinking such thoughts.
Hermione stepped out of the shower feeling clean and rosy pink. She combed her sleek thick hair and brushed her teeth. She put on a pair of comfy form fitting jeans and a vintage T shirt. She glossed her lips and put mascara on her lashes, but she knew it was just for show. She never needed any of it; she would be stunning without it. Hermione strolled down the halls almost aimlessly, except she always knew where she was going. She got the portrait of the fat lady
"Password?"
"Chicken scratch." The portrait swung open and Hermione stepped into the familiar Gryfindor common room. She looked around and saw that everybody was still asleep. Her eyes scanned the room expertly. Wait, not everybody. She was pleased to see Harry Potter sitting with his back to her, absorbed in a book. She chuckled at the thought and walked over to where the young man was sitting.
"Hello, Harry. Lovely day for a walk isn't it?" she said in a calm tone. The startled Harry jumped at the sound of her voice. He turned around and relaxed, Hermione saw his shoulders slump a little at the sight of her.
"Disappointed it was me and not somebody else?" she asked coyly, raising an eyebrow.
"No, of course not Hermione. You just scared me, that's all." Harry replied shakily.
"Hmm, you're reading, what's wrong with this picture?" Hermione asked, her eyes twinkling with merriment.
"'Mione!" Harry yelped.
"Shh! Not so loud, you'll wake the whole castle!" Hermione laughed. "But really, what are you reading?" Harry blushed a little at his outburst.
"I found a great Quidditch book at the library and I can't put it down." He answered, showing her the old leather bound book clutched in his hands. Hermione sat down beside him.
"Harry, everyone's asleep! Let's get an early start and go to Hogsmeade!" Her face changed into an excited grin. Harry glanced at her with a smile to match her own.
"That's a great idea 'Mione! Should we wake Ron up?" he asked.
"No, let him sleep. Let's go alone; it'll be quieter that way." She said with a laugh. Harry's smile broadened as he set the book down.
"Race you!" Hermione dashed out the door. Their laughter rang through the halls.
They strolled merrily through the secret passage to Hogsmeade. They brought along the invisibility cloak just in case they were breaking an unnecessary rules. They stopped breathlessly at the deserted streets of Hogsmeade. The shops were just opening. Delicious smells of freshly baked pumpkin pasties filled their nostrils. Hermione's stomach growled. She just realized how hungry she was.
"Come on! Let's get something to eat!" she exclaimed, and grabbed Harry's hand. They ran to the nearest bakery. It was warm and cozy inside. The bakery itself was run by an old witch with as many creases and wrinkles as the soft dough she was now kneaded in her hands. Hermione went up to the counter as her stomach ferociously growled for a second time. They ordered fresh sticky cinnamon buns and went to sit at a lone booth in which they were squashed together tightly enough so that if Harry leaned over just the slightest bit, his nose would conclide with Hermione's. Hermione wolfed down her bun in an animalistic fashion, but still managed to do it with grace. Harry stared at her in wonder. She turned to face him.
"What? Is something wrong Harry?" she asked him
"You've got a bit of frosting right-"Harry leaned in and softly kissed Hermione. He could taste the sugar on her tongue, she was almost bittersweet and he was disappointed when she quickly pulled away. Hermione ran her fingers over her lips as if wondering if that had really happened or not. She turned to Harry who was looking at her with a glazed expression. His eyes were warm, but Hermione's shocked expression was mixed with, what was it? Anger??
"Harry! What was that for??!" she yelped in surprise. Hermione had lost her cool for a brief second.
"A kiss, I thought you would know what it was Hermione." He smirked at her. She was still reeling.
"Yes, I know that, but WHY??!" she asked, bewildered. Harry's expression changed to one of hurt. "Look, Harry, I'm sorry to be so abrupt. I don't want to hurt your feelings, but, I'm just not interested in you that way. You're like a brother to me. I love you Harry, but not in that way. I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong idea." She said softly. Harry let out a deep sigh and she could see pain reflected in his eyes.
"It's ok, Hermione. I shouldn't have done that, it was out of line. I'm sorry." He said, his voice hardly above a whisper. Hermione pulled him into a tight embrace and when she pulled away, saw a small trickle of a tear streaming down his cheek. She quickly whipped it away with her thumb smiled at him. Harry smiled back. This was his friend, and nothing more, and he would have to live with that. They ate the rest of their meal in stinging silence.