Author-duckies

Genre- general, adventure

Rating- PG

Title- American Academy Of Magic

Disclaimer- I do not own any of the characters from this story, JK Rowling, Warner Brothers, Scholastic, and any other affiliated partners do.

A/N- I think it has been close to 4 months since I last updated this story. I think that is a record. The reasons that this has taken so long to get out are pretty easy- 1. I forgot about it. 2. Before I forgot about it, I had no good ideas for it. 3. I wasn't writing for me-as a few readers have pointed out to me (thanks!!) 4. I had the English teacher from Hell. 5. Golf takes a lot more time than thought.

I want to thank those of you who take the time to read this even after so long. Reviews and constructive criticism would be great. Heck, a flame would even be okay! I hope that everyone had a wonderful New Year and an overall wonderful Holiday Season. Long live school vacations!!

On with the story…………

After hours of tossing and turning, Hermione came to a conclusion. She was going to either admit her feelings or keep them at bay, in effect leaving Harry free from the added stress of her feelings. She knew that the second option was not wise nor healthy, but to save Harry's heart she knew she had to do it.

Hermione then got up to get ready, ignoring her new roommates' inquiries about her "cute friend". She eventually left the room, while repeatedly telling herself that she was making the right decision. Little did she know, a similar routine was taking place across the Hall.

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Harry's room was very loud. And crowded. And smelly. Because of the rise in attendance due to the current state of American wizarding affairs, the number of occupants in each room had quadrupled. The rooms used to be for only one occupant, but the surge of students soon proved that it was not possible to house so many people without expanding the rooms.

He would have enjoyed watching the antics of his new roommates, if it were not for that nagging feeling at the back of his mind. It was holding him back from joining the conversations and learning about life at "AMAC", as he had heard it being referred to. Harry could not keep his mind off of her. No, not Peccadillo- it was HER.

Harry thought about her so much, he never thought about quidditch any more, which was a little frightening. He was almost embarrassed to admit to himself, but deep down he had

known all along. He loved Hermione. Harry wanted to scream it from the rooftops that he loved his best friend, but he knew that would not be happening for a long time. He had to keep his feelings hidden; he knew that Hermione would be overly frazzled if he told her. What with her research on Peccadillo, his news would only add onto her already stressful life.

With his last thoughts of Hermione, he picked up his things and tried to concentrate on his second day of classes-it would not do for him drift off in the middle of a lesson.

If only he could think about quidditch again.

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By the time Harry got down to eat breakfast, Hermione was there with her nose in a book. She had apparently already taken a trip to the library.

"Hello Harry. Sleep well?" asked Hermione, her focus still on her book.

"I slept okay. I'm still getting used to this place. I miss Ron and Hogwarts. I even miss Malfoy, is that weird?" Harry said while filling his plate with as much food as possible. If he was going to beat this Peccadillo, he might as well be strong and well-fed.

"That's nice," Hermione stated, obviously not hearing a word that was being said, as she was thoroughly engrossed in the book in front of her.

"What are you reading that is so interesting?" Harry asked already partly knowing what the answer was.

"The Entire, Un-Abridged History of the American Academy of Magic, 452nd edition."

"I should have known."

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"Now Harry, how would one repel a Dementor?" asked Defense Against The Dark Arts teacher, Miss Haburn. Unlike at Hogwarts, she had been in this position for seven years.

"The Patronus charm, ma'am."

"Good. And how would one conjure this charm, Mr. Boyland?"

"Umm…..expecto patronum?" Tristan half answered, half asked.

"Very good Mr. Boyland. Now who here can perform this charm?"

All the students in the class raised their hands.

"With a defined shape?"

All hands went down except for Harry's and Hermione's. This came as no shock to the rest of the class. After all, they had defeated Voldemort.

"Well then, Miss Granger, if you please."

Carefully Hermione stood up, and picked her wand up from off of the table. She was a bit nervous, as no one had seen her patronus' shape before-not even Harry. Hermione sucked in a breath, and with a commanding tone said the spell.

"Expecto Patronum!"

Most of the class was on the edge of it's seat. They were curious to see what a patronus looked like and they were even more curious of what her form was. As soon as the spell was spoken, a silver shimmer flowed out of Hermione's wand. The shape that the shimmer took was that one of a doe. It pranced around for a minute, took a long look at a very shocked Harry, turned and ran at the wall, dissipating as it reached it.

As soon as the shimmer was gone, the class started to applaud. Harry sat in his chair, dumb with shock. All he could think about was the shape her patronus took. It was almost exactly like his, which was a stag.

Now, Harry did not read as much as Hermione, but no one did. In a book that Harry read while searching for the spell to kill Voldemort, he had run into a chapter about patronus'. More specifically, the meaning of the shape. It was connected to your inner soul. This frightened Harry a lot. She was not supposed to get hurt. But if they were soul mates, which the patronus suggested, Peccadillo would find out.

Soul mates, when together, are three times more powerful than if they were separate. Which explained so much. Which would also mean that they had less time than thought.

Hermione would not get hurt. He cared about her too much. The fate of the world once again rested on his shoulders. Not only his, but the one person in the world that her cared about more than life itself.

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A/N- How was that? Personally, I think that is my best chapter yet. If you disagree, please let me know so I can know for the future. Thanks for reading, please leave a review and a little criticism!!