A/N: right, I don't know why I'm continuing this, I really don't. But alas,
I am. (got bored) I was wondering who you ppl want Harry to be getting the
letters from(this doesn't mean I don't have it planned out, but if there's
an overall different idea out there, I might change it) So review and tell
me.
Disclaimer: The not owning of anything still remains.
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Hermione stared at her completed Potions essay and smiled. 'Fail it Snapy- poo' she thought, 'I dare you to fail this. It's art!' She glanced over at her Transfiguration book. Harry's letter was inside, she hadn't yet had a chance to read it.
"Alright, where is it?" Ron said walking into the common room. "You must be finished by now!"
"Where is what?"
"Harry's letter! I've been itching to get my hands on it all day!"
"Oh, I haven't read it yet."
"What? You've had it all this time and you haven't read it!?" The red- haired boy frowned.
"Well I had more important things to do!" She quickly defended herself.
"Oh really, like what?" He questioned skeptically.
"Homework." She said promptly.
"S'kinda funny that we have homework, since we're still in school!"
"Ron, only you would find that amusing." Hermione said, but she couldn't help but smile.
"Find what amusing?" Harry said walking in.
"How. . .w-we. . ." Ron tried. The brunette sighed at this.
"He thinks its absolutely hilarious how the homework assigned to us is still schoolwork since the school is our home." Harry grinned and began trembling with suppressed laugher.
"Y-You're. . . right . . . that's not f-funny at all . . ." He began but gave up and fell into a fit of giggles.
"Honestly!" She humphed, "I'm going to my room."
"Oh no you don't!" Harry shook his head "I want my letter!"
"I wanna read it too!"
"How about I read it too you?" She said, trying to find a solution
"Oh, right. That's not weird at all!" Harry said wrinkling his nose, "My best friend can read a love letter addressed to me, TO ME."
"Your problem mate, I wanna hear it!" Ron said.
"Dear Harry; each day it gets harder to be near you. I feel as if I could die every time I look at you and know I cannot do anything about my feelings, how I long to - "
"NOT HEARING THIS!" Harry began humming loudly with his hands over his ears as he walked up to the boy's dorm, but he could still hear his best friends' laughter.
"Well, go on then." Ron encouraged when the laughing died down.
"How I long to run my fingers through you're beautiful hair and whisper sweet nothings in your ear. . ." Hermione giggled. "This is so silly!"
"I think its cute." Ron protested.
"Are you serious? You're a guy, you're not supposed to like this kind of stuff!"
"You're a girl, aren't you supposed to swoon over this kind of stuff?"
"I'm not like most girls, I'm a bit more complicated."
"Tell me about it." He muttered just loud enough for her to hear him.
"What do you mean?" The Gryffindor girl frowned at this.
"Never mind." Ron blushed. 'Alright, he's blushing, this could mean something. . .or it could just be the lighting. . .or wishful thinking. . .' She thought to herself.
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If You told me how you feel about me
Cos I did not know
If you said you'd fill my heart with all your loving
Til it overflowed
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'I better go to bed before I do something I'll regret.'
"Hey, I'll tell you what; you can read this one, as long as you give it to me tomorrow and I get dibs on the next one, deal?"
"What? Are you going to bed already?" He looked a bit. . .disappointed.
"Yeah, tired. Gotta get my beauty sleep." Ron opened his mouth as if to say something but thought better of it. She handed the letter to him and went upstairs.
"Night, Mione!" He called out.
"Night Ron."
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Ha, all right, that's chapter 2. Don't 4get 2 review and tell me who you want Harry to be getting the letters from (be bold, I'll consider any suggestions as long as its not Ron or Hermione)
Disclaimer: The not owning of anything still remains.
~*~
Hermione stared at her completed Potions essay and smiled. 'Fail it Snapy- poo' she thought, 'I dare you to fail this. It's art!' She glanced over at her Transfiguration book. Harry's letter was inside, she hadn't yet had a chance to read it.
"Alright, where is it?" Ron said walking into the common room. "You must be finished by now!"
"Where is what?"
"Harry's letter! I've been itching to get my hands on it all day!"
"Oh, I haven't read it yet."
"What? You've had it all this time and you haven't read it!?" The red- haired boy frowned.
"Well I had more important things to do!" She quickly defended herself.
"Oh really, like what?" He questioned skeptically.
"Homework." She said promptly.
"S'kinda funny that we have homework, since we're still in school!"
"Ron, only you would find that amusing." Hermione said, but she couldn't help but smile.
"Find what amusing?" Harry said walking in.
"How. . .w-we. . ." Ron tried. The brunette sighed at this.
"He thinks its absolutely hilarious how the homework assigned to us is still schoolwork since the school is our home." Harry grinned and began trembling with suppressed laugher.
"Y-You're. . . right . . . that's not f-funny at all . . ." He began but gave up and fell into a fit of giggles.
"Honestly!" She humphed, "I'm going to my room."
"Oh no you don't!" Harry shook his head "I want my letter!"
"I wanna read it too!"
"How about I read it too you?" She said, trying to find a solution
"Oh, right. That's not weird at all!" Harry said wrinkling his nose, "My best friend can read a love letter addressed to me, TO ME."
"Your problem mate, I wanna hear it!" Ron said.
"Dear Harry; each day it gets harder to be near you. I feel as if I could die every time I look at you and know I cannot do anything about my feelings, how I long to - "
"NOT HEARING THIS!" Harry began humming loudly with his hands over his ears as he walked up to the boy's dorm, but he could still hear his best friends' laughter.
"Well, go on then." Ron encouraged when the laughing died down.
"How I long to run my fingers through you're beautiful hair and whisper sweet nothings in your ear. . ." Hermione giggled. "This is so silly!"
"I think its cute." Ron protested.
"Are you serious? You're a guy, you're not supposed to like this kind of stuff!"
"You're a girl, aren't you supposed to swoon over this kind of stuff?"
"I'm not like most girls, I'm a bit more complicated."
"Tell me about it." He muttered just loud enough for her to hear him.
"What do you mean?" The Gryffindor girl frowned at this.
"Never mind." Ron blushed. 'Alright, he's blushing, this could mean something. . .or it could just be the lighting. . .or wishful thinking. . .' She thought to herself.
~*~
If You told me how you feel about me
Cos I did not know
If you said you'd fill my heart with all your loving
Til it overflowed
~*~
'I better go to bed before I do something I'll regret.'
"Hey, I'll tell you what; you can read this one, as long as you give it to me tomorrow and I get dibs on the next one, deal?"
"What? Are you going to bed already?" He looked a bit. . .disappointed.
"Yeah, tired. Gotta get my beauty sleep." Ron opened his mouth as if to say something but thought better of it. She handed the letter to him and went upstairs.
"Night, Mione!" He called out.
"Night Ron."
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Ha, all right, that's chapter 2. Don't 4get 2 review and tell me who you want Harry to be getting the letters from (be bold, I'll consider any suggestions as long as its not Ron or Hermione)