"Baby" By: Liz R.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry P. or John Mayer.
Rating: PG-13 (to be safe)
Spoilers: PoA
Summery: Seventeen-year-old Hermione Granger doesn't date as a general
rule. Can Harry go back in time to his third year to take the chance he
ignored that closed her heart?
A/n: This is based on a dream I had last summer. I dedicate this to Dan
Radcliffe, the love of my life.
"[13 seconds] would be time enough to redeem a single mistake."
-Sigourney Weaver in 'Galaxy Quest' (hey, it had Snape in it didn't it.?)
It was painful, really, to look at her and take in her beauty, especially knowing she won't let you within ten feet of her. Harry's brilliantly green eyes raked her over as she denied the fourth boy to ask her out tonight. It tormented Harry. What was the problem? How did she become so. dead?
Later that night, Harry lay awake in his bed. "Why is Hermione so distant?" he sadly wondered out loud. "How did this happen?" He angrily flung the covers over his head.
As he slept, Harry dreamed. He saw Buckbeak, Hermione, and himself sitting under a tree at the edge of the forbidden forest. They were thirteen. Harry and Hermione were having the infamous 'I think it was my dad.' talk. After they finished speaking, they sat there. Harry had his eyes closed, thinking. Hermione, on the other hand, seemed to be waiting for Harry to do something. He didn't. She looked so disappointed. It was painful to watch.
Harry slowly returned to consciousness to the sound of muffled voices in the other room. It was Snape and Fudge. It was like De Ja Vu.all over again. With a start Harry remembered where and WHEN he was.
The first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was Hermione staring at him. She quickly motioned for him to be silent, nodding at the door. 'Here we go again' Harry thought nervously.
*** What seemed like no time later, Hermione finished up the conversation about the Patronus's conjurer. Harry began to turn away, but stopped.
"Has anyone ever commented on how nice you look in this light?" He asked anxiously.
Hermione looked severely taken aback. "No, no one."
"I guess I'm first then." Harry added stupidly.
She nodded. "Mmm hmmm." She seemed to want something else of him.
Well, if that's what she wanted, Harry would just FORCE himself to give it to her. He carefully leaned towards her, stopping when their faces were but inches apart. Harry smiled. "You should be arrested," he quipped juvenilely. "You've just stolen my heart." She laughed briefly before he sealed his mouth overtop of hers.
It was just a sweet, innocent kiss, as they were only thirteen, but Hermione simply loved it. "Oh, Harry." was all she could manage.
He smiled at her softly before plunking down next to her and putting his arm about her. If this was a time to be silly, Harry would take it to the max. "Damn baby," he sang. " /You frustrate me/ I know you're mine, all mine, all mine./ But you look so good it hurts sometimes."
She giggled. "What's that?" she asked.
"What's what?" he responded.
"That song."
Harry realized that song wouldn't be released to the Muggle world for several years. "Just something I heard somewhere."
This would change the outcome of the rest of his life. It dawned on him like Aunt Petunia's saucepan to his head. Harry waved it off. He would relive the rest of his life this way if need be.
It was painful, really, to look at her and take in her beauty, especially knowing she won't let you within ten feet of her. Harry's brilliantly green eyes raked her over as she denied the fourth boy to ask her out tonight. It tormented Harry. What was the problem? How did she become so. dead?
Later that night, Harry lay awake in his bed. "Why is Hermione so distant?" he sadly wondered out loud. "How did this happen?" He angrily flung the covers over his head.
As he slept, Harry dreamed. He saw Buckbeak, Hermione, and himself sitting under a tree at the edge of the forbidden forest. They were thirteen. Harry and Hermione were having the infamous 'I think it was my dad.' talk. After they finished speaking, they sat there. Harry had his eyes closed, thinking. Hermione, on the other hand, seemed to be waiting for Harry to do something. He didn't. She looked so disappointed. It was painful to watch.
Harry slowly returned to consciousness to the sound of muffled voices in the other room. It was Snape and Fudge. It was like De Ja Vu.all over again. With a start Harry remembered where and WHEN he was.
The first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was Hermione staring at him. She quickly motioned for him to be silent, nodding at the door. 'Here we go again' Harry thought nervously.
*** What seemed like no time later, Hermione finished up the conversation about the Patronus's conjurer. Harry began to turn away, but stopped.
"Has anyone ever commented on how nice you look in this light?" He asked anxiously.
Hermione looked severely taken aback. "No, no one."
"I guess I'm first then." Harry added stupidly.
She nodded. "Mmm hmmm." She seemed to want something else of him.
Well, if that's what she wanted, Harry would just FORCE himself to give it to her. He carefully leaned towards her, stopping when their faces were but inches apart. Harry smiled. "You should be arrested," he quipped juvenilely. "You've just stolen my heart." She laughed briefly before he sealed his mouth overtop of hers.
It was just a sweet, innocent kiss, as they were only thirteen, but Hermione simply loved it. "Oh, Harry." was all she could manage.
He smiled at her softly before plunking down next to her and putting his arm about her. If this was a time to be silly, Harry would take it to the max. "Damn baby," he sang. " /You frustrate me/ I know you're mine, all mine, all mine./ But you look so good it hurts sometimes."
She giggled. "What's that?" she asked.
"What's what?" he responded.
"That song."
Harry realized that song wouldn't be released to the Muggle world for several years. "Just something I heard somewhere."
This would change the outcome of the rest of his life. It dawned on him like Aunt Petunia's saucepan to his head. Harry waved it off. He would relive the rest of his life this way if need be.