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A/N: Yay! Updating already! Very fast huh? I'm really over-enthusiastic about this fic. That and because I finally have a new computer in my room and I can now write fanfictions to my heart's content. Yipee-doo! Anyway, why am I even rambling all these to you? After all, it's the story you guys want to read, right? =P
^^ are thoughts.
It's been two weeks since Harry Potter went back to Hogwarts. Life was normal for him, between trying to finish all his homework, cramming for tests by Professor Snape (who seemed even more bent on making Harry's life hell in his second last year in Hogwarts), hanging out with his friends and practicing Quidditch, especially ever since he had been made captain after an unanimous vote by the entire team (only one person opposed to it - Harry.)
"Harry." Hearing his name, Harry turned around and grinned boyishly, brightening up his face. Hermoine walked over to him, half staggering by the number of books in her arm. Harry tucked his wand inside his robe and reached over to carry the books in her arm, thus relieving her suffering and gaining a grateful smile from her.
"You know Herm, our OWLs were just over. This year is supposed to be relaxing, so that we can study for our NEWTs next year. If you're going to cram everything this year, what are you going to study for next year?" Harry stated, as they made their way to the Gryffindor common room. It was a bright day, and everyone was out enjoying the weather. Hermoine and Harry were the only ones in the common room. Harry gently put her books down on a table, and flopped down on a comfortable two person couch. He slung his arm casually over the back of the couch, and patted the space next to her. "Have a seat," he offered.
Hermoine sat down next to him, sighing. "You do realize that I'm taking a lot more subjects than you? I have to do well for my NEWTs. I was so upset when I saw my OWLs results."
"You had fourteen OWLs, Herm!"
"I take fifteen subjects, remember?" She reminded him.
"Of course, how could I forget?" Harry said in a tone laced with sarcasm, slamming his palm on his forehead. "You did terribly, Herm, just terrible! Of course, normal people like me take only ten subjects, and only managed to get seven OWLs. How terrible pathetic. Maybe I should just go kill myself." He grinned cheekily at her. "What do you think?"
Just as he hoped, it caused a smile in her gloomy face. She leaned against the couch, where Harry's arm laid, and rested her head on it. Immediately, Harry turned a bright pink. He cleared his throat and willed himself to act normal, as opposed to jumping around. Thank goodness Hermoine didn't seem to notice a thing.
"You know Harry? I can always count on you to make things better. Don't ever go away ok?" She said with an easy smile, to show that she was half- joking. Harry, however, was very serious when he replied her.
"I promise."
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Hermoine looked at Harry, somewhat surprised. His joking manner seemed to fade away like the rapidly darkening sky, and in its place was a seriousness she had seldom seen, not even when Harry was at his lowest. Even when fighting Voldermort, or at his most angry, or most concentrated, he always had an aura of hope and never-ceasing mischievousness. Now, he was just plain serious. The words "I promise" still rang in her mind, and with Harry's intense stare, she felt uncomfortable.
Making light of the situation, she smiled at him. "I'll hold you to that," she warned, wagging her finger at Harry. There was a moment of silence, and suddenly Harry broke into a semblance of his typical grin. Hermoine returned his grin and they both sat there in comfortable silence, as the rest of the Gryffindor house poured into the common room.
Hermoine turned her head slightly to look at her best friend, a slight frown on her forehead. Harry had changed, that much she would admit. He had grown taller, broader, stronger, more intense - different. There was something about him that was different, and yet she couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was. It was everything about him. He has changed; gone through the transition from a boy to a man.
^Don't be silly, Granger. He's still Harry. ^ As if to punctuate her thought, Harry turned to her with a cheeky grin, before bouncing up from his seat to join the rest of the guys in some friendly teasing over Neville Longbottom. Hermoine stared at him as he walked over. ^There, see. Harry. Just Harry. Sweet, consistent Harry. I can't believe you found him attractive. All these studying must have gave you temporary insanity. Like when you went out with Ron. ^
As all these thoughts ran through her head as she went up the stairs to her dorm, books in hand, little did she know that the subject of her thoughts had been staring at her from where he stood.
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A/N: Well, it is a lot shorter than the first chapter, but I still hope it met up to your expectations. Hermoine's beginning to notice Harry! Yippee! =P
By the way, I'm a really angsty person (as difficult as it is to believe) so this fic will probably be slightly angsty too. I'll try to give a happy ending, but no promises though. OK! Enough scaring for the day. Read and Review! Yes, REVIEW. It's a set - You read, then you review! =P
A/N: Yay! Updating already! Very fast huh? I'm really over-enthusiastic about this fic. That and because I finally have a new computer in my room and I can now write fanfictions to my heart's content. Yipee-doo! Anyway, why am I even rambling all these to you? After all, it's the story you guys want to read, right? =P
^^ are thoughts.
It's been two weeks since Harry Potter went back to Hogwarts. Life was normal for him, between trying to finish all his homework, cramming for tests by Professor Snape (who seemed even more bent on making Harry's life hell in his second last year in Hogwarts), hanging out with his friends and practicing Quidditch, especially ever since he had been made captain after an unanimous vote by the entire team (only one person opposed to it - Harry.)
"Harry." Hearing his name, Harry turned around and grinned boyishly, brightening up his face. Hermoine walked over to him, half staggering by the number of books in her arm. Harry tucked his wand inside his robe and reached over to carry the books in her arm, thus relieving her suffering and gaining a grateful smile from her.
"You know Herm, our OWLs were just over. This year is supposed to be relaxing, so that we can study for our NEWTs next year. If you're going to cram everything this year, what are you going to study for next year?" Harry stated, as they made their way to the Gryffindor common room. It was a bright day, and everyone was out enjoying the weather. Hermoine and Harry were the only ones in the common room. Harry gently put her books down on a table, and flopped down on a comfortable two person couch. He slung his arm casually over the back of the couch, and patted the space next to her. "Have a seat," he offered.
Hermoine sat down next to him, sighing. "You do realize that I'm taking a lot more subjects than you? I have to do well for my NEWTs. I was so upset when I saw my OWLs results."
"You had fourteen OWLs, Herm!"
"I take fifteen subjects, remember?" She reminded him.
"Of course, how could I forget?" Harry said in a tone laced with sarcasm, slamming his palm on his forehead. "You did terribly, Herm, just terrible! Of course, normal people like me take only ten subjects, and only managed to get seven OWLs. How terrible pathetic. Maybe I should just go kill myself." He grinned cheekily at her. "What do you think?"
Just as he hoped, it caused a smile in her gloomy face. She leaned against the couch, where Harry's arm laid, and rested her head on it. Immediately, Harry turned a bright pink. He cleared his throat and willed himself to act normal, as opposed to jumping around. Thank goodness Hermoine didn't seem to notice a thing.
"You know Harry? I can always count on you to make things better. Don't ever go away ok?" She said with an easy smile, to show that she was half- joking. Harry, however, was very serious when he replied her.
"I promise."
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Hermoine looked at Harry, somewhat surprised. His joking manner seemed to fade away like the rapidly darkening sky, and in its place was a seriousness she had seldom seen, not even when Harry was at his lowest. Even when fighting Voldermort, or at his most angry, or most concentrated, he always had an aura of hope and never-ceasing mischievousness. Now, he was just plain serious. The words "I promise" still rang in her mind, and with Harry's intense stare, she felt uncomfortable.
Making light of the situation, she smiled at him. "I'll hold you to that," she warned, wagging her finger at Harry. There was a moment of silence, and suddenly Harry broke into a semblance of his typical grin. Hermoine returned his grin and they both sat there in comfortable silence, as the rest of the Gryffindor house poured into the common room.
Hermoine turned her head slightly to look at her best friend, a slight frown on her forehead. Harry had changed, that much she would admit. He had grown taller, broader, stronger, more intense - different. There was something about him that was different, and yet she couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was. It was everything about him. He has changed; gone through the transition from a boy to a man.
^Don't be silly, Granger. He's still Harry. ^ As if to punctuate her thought, Harry turned to her with a cheeky grin, before bouncing up from his seat to join the rest of the guys in some friendly teasing over Neville Longbottom. Hermoine stared at him as he walked over. ^There, see. Harry. Just Harry. Sweet, consistent Harry. I can't believe you found him attractive. All these studying must have gave you temporary insanity. Like when you went out with Ron. ^
As all these thoughts ran through her head as she went up the stairs to her dorm, books in hand, little did she know that the subject of her thoughts had been staring at her from where he stood.
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A/N: Well, it is a lot shorter than the first chapter, but I still hope it met up to your expectations. Hermoine's beginning to notice Harry! Yippee! =P
By the way, I'm a really angsty person (as difficult as it is to believe) so this fic will probably be slightly angsty too. I'll try to give a happy ending, but no promises though. OK! Enough scaring for the day. Read and Review! Yes, REVIEW. It's a set - You read, then you review! =P