A/n ok, this is my first time ever publishing anything I've written, so go
easy on me, and give me some criticism!! I hope you will like this story,
and I'm sorry the first chapter is so short, not to worry, the others will
be longer (I hope)
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the insane plot. The wonderful J.K.
Rowling owns Harry Potter and all other characters
"Hermione, can you help me with this problem?" Hermione smiled across the table at Harry. She moved over to his side and read the problem over his shoulder.
"Hmm. that's a tough one." she murmured. "If you add powdered dragon scales to a potion consisting of dried lacewings and knotgrass and simmered for half an hour what would you have created?"
Hermione inhaled, breathing in the familiar scent of the library, and the faint smell of cologne used by a boy who isn't quite old enough to really need it. Hermione's old crush on Harry resurfaced, as she realized that she was close enough to kiss him, close enough to just lean in.
"Aww, lookie Crabbe, the Mudblood looks about to kiss her boyfriend, how cute," Malfoy sneered, Crabbe and Goyle snickering evilly.
Hermione jerked away from Harry, flushing a deep crimson. 'How did Malfoy know what I was thinking?' she thought.
"Oh shut up Malfoy. Go annoy someone else," Harry replied, pushing his chair back and standing up.
'Harry grew over the summer.' Hermione smiled to herself.
He had indeed grown, no longer the tiny, frail-looking seeker, he stood a head taller than Hermione, and was as tall as Malfoy, who, Hermione dimly noticed, had also grown. Harry was still seeker, and still just as nimble, but now he was quiddich captain, and was stronger. Hermione sighed, knowing that if they raised their voices any higher, the librarian eyeing them warily would scuttle over and kick them all out of the library, and she really needed to get some work done.
"Malfoy, just leave us alone, will you?"
"All right." he said with a slight smirk that said he was planning something, no doubt something nasty. "Come on Crabbe, Goyle," he said, and sauntered away, his two lackeys at his heels.
"I don't think I like the looks of that," Hermione sighed again. She turned to Harry, who was staring at Malfoy's retreating figure in disbelief. "What's on your mind?"
"I can't believe he backed down!" Harry replied, shock radiating from his features.
'Neither can I..' Hermione thought, chewing slightly on her lower lip. 'What are you up to Malfoy?'
Out loud she said, "Now about that potions problem, Harry."
"Hermione, can you help me with this problem?" Hermione smiled across the table at Harry. She moved over to his side and read the problem over his shoulder.
"Hmm. that's a tough one." she murmured. "If you add powdered dragon scales to a potion consisting of dried lacewings and knotgrass and simmered for half an hour what would you have created?"
Hermione inhaled, breathing in the familiar scent of the library, and the faint smell of cologne used by a boy who isn't quite old enough to really need it. Hermione's old crush on Harry resurfaced, as she realized that she was close enough to kiss him, close enough to just lean in.
"Aww, lookie Crabbe, the Mudblood looks about to kiss her boyfriend, how cute," Malfoy sneered, Crabbe and Goyle snickering evilly.
Hermione jerked away from Harry, flushing a deep crimson. 'How did Malfoy know what I was thinking?' she thought.
"Oh shut up Malfoy. Go annoy someone else," Harry replied, pushing his chair back and standing up.
'Harry grew over the summer.' Hermione smiled to herself.
He had indeed grown, no longer the tiny, frail-looking seeker, he stood a head taller than Hermione, and was as tall as Malfoy, who, Hermione dimly noticed, had also grown. Harry was still seeker, and still just as nimble, but now he was quiddich captain, and was stronger. Hermione sighed, knowing that if they raised their voices any higher, the librarian eyeing them warily would scuttle over and kick them all out of the library, and she really needed to get some work done.
"Malfoy, just leave us alone, will you?"
"All right." he said with a slight smirk that said he was planning something, no doubt something nasty. "Come on Crabbe, Goyle," he said, and sauntered away, his two lackeys at his heels.
"I don't think I like the looks of that," Hermione sighed again. She turned to Harry, who was staring at Malfoy's retreating figure in disbelief. "What's on your mind?"
"I can't believe he backed down!" Harry replied, shock radiating from his features.
'Neither can I..' Hermione thought, chewing slightly on her lower lip. 'What are you up to Malfoy?'
Out loud she said, "Now about that potions problem, Harry."