Disclaimer- J.K.ROWLING! Can YOU explain to those idiots out there that I DON'T own Harry Potter?!?!?!
A/N- Many thankies to:
~DolceEspressivo- LOL Of course! I agree with that comment about the Sexy Man...LOL Thanks for reviewing, I'm glad you're enjoying the story.
~Angel Of Music- Oh, good point. :) Sorry, I skipped over that little detail. Thank you for pointing that out! :) Harry is being quite the jerk, huh? I decided I'm sick of him always being the hero. It's someone elses turn. Thankies for the review, and I'm glad you enjoy it enough to put it on your favorites! Keep reading!
I'm glad that there are some others out there enjoying my fanfic. Thanks for the reviews, and I'll work as hard as I can to keep this story going. Here comes the next chapter!
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Chapter 8-
The train ride to Hogwarts had seemed unusually long and rather uneventful in Harry's eyes. Other than their run-in with Malfoy, they hadn't really done anything interesting the whole trip. Ron seemed to be calming down a bit more around Hermione, although Hermione seemed to be getting suspicious. Harry felt he could give anything to know what she was thinking that moment.
As the group walked to the Great Hall to begin the feast, Harry walked alongside Hermione, enjoying her closeness. She finally seemed to be at ease around him, rather than being so reluctant to let him come near. Harry was glad; it hurt to watch Hermione back away from him as though he had some sort of disease that she didn't want to catch. He leaned into her, putting his arm over her shoulder.
The doors to the Great Hall opened, and Harry saw the staff sitting in their respective seats at the head table. Professer Dumbledore was beaming at all of them, and Professer Snape was sending each random student a death glare, even to those of his own house. His eyes rested upon Harry, and Harry jumped. He walked to his seat uneasily, knowing that Snape was back to watching him, back to waiting for him to do something wrong.
As the first years entered the hall, Harry started thinking about Hermione again. He worried about her all the time during the school year. She put so much pressure on herself to be perfect; he didn't want her to overwork herself. For that reason, he had planned something for her, something he was positive she would enjoy. All the details had been worked out, and Harry couldn't wait for the big day.
The Sorting Ceremony was brought to a close, and Harry realised he hadn't even welcomed the new Gryffindors. He didn't even know who they were! Dumbledore rose to his feet and the hall silenced.
"Welcome, new and old. Another year has started, and we will be sure to make this one just as great as the past. Now, why don't I stop talking, and let the feast begin?"
The plates magically filled themselves, and just like at any other feast, Harry dug in. He watched as Ron did the same, and Hermione looked around the room. Suddenly, she nudged him with her elbow, causing him to almost choke on his food.
"What is it, Hermione?" Harry asked, coughing. "What did you see?"
"Harry," Hermione said with a small hint of confusion. "Apparently Draco no longer has any bodyguards!"
"What?" Harry asked, looking around. He spotted Draco sitting at the Slytherin table, alone and looking bored. "Where are Crabbe and Goyle?"
"I don't know!" she stated. "They certaintly don't seem to be here right now, do they?"
At this point, even Ron had stopped eating and was searching for Crabbe and Goyle. Finally, he shrugged and said, "I'm hungry. Let's just forget about them. They're not here, good for Draco."
The others laughed at this statement and went back to their food. Harry couldn't help but notice Hermione looking over at Draco in an almost pathetically sad sort of way. "Hermione? Is something bothering you?" Harry asked, putting down his fork and turning to her.
Hermione turned a nice shade of pink. "No, Harry, I'm fine. I'm just thinking about all of the duties I have to perform here, and that if I'm not good at this prefect thing," Hermione said rather quickly, "I might not become Head Girl." She hung her head in dissapointment.
Harry wasn't sure whether to believe her or not. He knew as well as she did that she had the position of Head Girl in the bag, and had claimed it since the first set of grades came out in first year. There had to be something else on her mind. He decided it would be good enough to let it go for now, and draped his arm around her again.
"Oh, it's okay, Hermione. You know you'll do fine, if not better than most of the other prefects to ever set foot in this school. Don't worry about it."
Hermione lifted her head, a weak smile dancing on her face. Harry could feel his heart melt at the smile, fand suddenly he felt a strong sense that she was something special, and that she was going to need to be protected. He brought her in closer, feeling the warmth of her soft skin as it rested against his. She was his world, and meant more to him than anything.
They sat like that for a few minutes, just enjoying each others company. The sound of restless first years suddenly came to Harry's ears, and he let go of Hermione.
"Looks like they're going to need to learn the way back, right Hermione?" he said, and she gave him a sheepish grin.
"Yes, I suppose so. First years, follow me!" she said, standing and immediately taking control of the group. Harry got up too, along with Ron and Ginny. They walked along the halls, Hermione explaining things to the first years as they went along. The shock on the faces of the new kids almost caused Harry to burst out laughing. The majority were completely dumbfounded by the castle. The group approached the portrait.
"Sparks!" The portrait door swung open, and Hermione motioned for everyone to go inside. She followed them in, and the door swung shut behind them.
"Girls, go up the staricases and to the right, boys, go up the same stairs and to the left. All of your belongings are already there, you just need to unpack them," she said with a gentile smile on her face. As they departed, Hermione turned to face her friends.
"Well, we're back," she said, and Harry smiled. He was glad to be back. He sat on one of the couches, and Hermione came over and sat mext to him. Ginny and Ron said goodnight and departed, leaving the couple alone in the room.
"Another year," he said softly. "I wonder what surprises are coming our way." Hermione nodded in response, and cuddled in closer to him. They sat in silence for another time that night, and Harry wished that it would always be the way it was now. Flames danced in the fireplace, giving the air a warm, cozy glow. Harry held Hermione, and Hermione eventually fell asleep in his arms.
After about a half-hour of laying together, Harry stood up. He gently tried to wake Hermione.
"Hermione. Wake up. You might want to get in your bed," he said, not wanting to leave her there alone. "Hermione..."
Hermione groaned and sat up. Harry could see the embarrasment on her face. He just smiled at her. "Come on, get up. We have to be ready for classes tomorrow." She stood up from the couch, and Harry gave her a kiss. "Go on, now. I love you."
"Love you too, Harry," she said, tears forming in her eyes. She then headed up the staircase, and Harry watched her go. A song he had heard on his radio started going through his head.
~Everybody's got something they had to leave behind
One regret from yesterday that just seems to grow with time
There's no use looking back or wondering
How it could be now or might have been
Oh this I know but still I can't find ways to let you know~
~I've never had a dream come true
Till the day that I found you
Even though I pretend that I've moved on
You'll always be my baby
I never found the words to say
You're the one I think about each day
And I know no matter where life takes me to
A part of me will always be with you~
~Somewhere in my memory
I've lost all sense of time
And so my road can never be cos yesterday is all that fills my mind
There's no use looking back or wondering
How it could be now or might have been
Oh this I know but still I can't find ways to let you go~
~I've never had a dream come true
Till the day that I found you
Even though I pretend that I've moved on~
~You'll always be my baby
I never found the words to say
You're the one I think about each day
And I know no matter where life takes me to
A part of me will always be~
~You'll always be the dream that fills my head
Yes you will, say you will, you know you will
Oh baby, you'll always be the one I know I'll never forget
There's no use looking back or wondering
Because love is a strange and funny thing
No matter how I try and try I just can't say goodbye
No no no no~
~I've never had a dream come true
Till the day that I found you
Even though I pretend that I've moved on
You'll always be my baby
I never found the words to say (words to say)
You're the one I think about each day
And I know no matter where life takes me to
A part of me will always be
A part of me will always be with you~
Harry walked up the stairs and sat on his bed, wondering why that particular song had chosen to play in his head at that moment. He wasn't leaving Hermione behind. If anything, he had her closer now. What did it mean?
Confused, Harry sunk into the bed and fell into a restless sleep.
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Disclaimer- I do not own the song, "Never Had A Dream Come True" by S Club 7.
A/N- Many thankies to:
~DolceEspressivo- LOL Of course! I agree with that comment about the Sexy Man...LOL Thanks for reviewing, I'm glad you're enjoying the story.
~Angel Of Music- Oh, good point. :) Sorry, I skipped over that little detail. Thank you for pointing that out! :) Harry is being quite the jerk, huh? I decided I'm sick of him always being the hero. It's someone elses turn. Thankies for the review, and I'm glad you enjoy it enough to put it on your favorites! Keep reading!
I'm glad that there are some others out there enjoying my fanfic. Thanks for the reviews, and I'll work as hard as I can to keep this story going. Here comes the next chapter!
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Chapter 8-
The train ride to Hogwarts had seemed unusually long and rather uneventful in Harry's eyes. Other than their run-in with Malfoy, they hadn't really done anything interesting the whole trip. Ron seemed to be calming down a bit more around Hermione, although Hermione seemed to be getting suspicious. Harry felt he could give anything to know what she was thinking that moment.
As the group walked to the Great Hall to begin the feast, Harry walked alongside Hermione, enjoying her closeness. She finally seemed to be at ease around him, rather than being so reluctant to let him come near. Harry was glad; it hurt to watch Hermione back away from him as though he had some sort of disease that she didn't want to catch. He leaned into her, putting his arm over her shoulder.
The doors to the Great Hall opened, and Harry saw the staff sitting in their respective seats at the head table. Professer Dumbledore was beaming at all of them, and Professer Snape was sending each random student a death glare, even to those of his own house. His eyes rested upon Harry, and Harry jumped. He walked to his seat uneasily, knowing that Snape was back to watching him, back to waiting for him to do something wrong.
As the first years entered the hall, Harry started thinking about Hermione again. He worried about her all the time during the school year. She put so much pressure on herself to be perfect; he didn't want her to overwork herself. For that reason, he had planned something for her, something he was positive she would enjoy. All the details had been worked out, and Harry couldn't wait for the big day.
The Sorting Ceremony was brought to a close, and Harry realised he hadn't even welcomed the new Gryffindors. He didn't even know who they were! Dumbledore rose to his feet and the hall silenced.
"Welcome, new and old. Another year has started, and we will be sure to make this one just as great as the past. Now, why don't I stop talking, and let the feast begin?"
The plates magically filled themselves, and just like at any other feast, Harry dug in. He watched as Ron did the same, and Hermione looked around the room. Suddenly, she nudged him with her elbow, causing him to almost choke on his food.
"What is it, Hermione?" Harry asked, coughing. "What did you see?"
"Harry," Hermione said with a small hint of confusion. "Apparently Draco no longer has any bodyguards!"
"What?" Harry asked, looking around. He spotted Draco sitting at the Slytherin table, alone and looking bored. "Where are Crabbe and Goyle?"
"I don't know!" she stated. "They certaintly don't seem to be here right now, do they?"
At this point, even Ron had stopped eating and was searching for Crabbe and Goyle. Finally, he shrugged and said, "I'm hungry. Let's just forget about them. They're not here, good for Draco."
The others laughed at this statement and went back to their food. Harry couldn't help but notice Hermione looking over at Draco in an almost pathetically sad sort of way. "Hermione? Is something bothering you?" Harry asked, putting down his fork and turning to her.
Hermione turned a nice shade of pink. "No, Harry, I'm fine. I'm just thinking about all of the duties I have to perform here, and that if I'm not good at this prefect thing," Hermione said rather quickly, "I might not become Head Girl." She hung her head in dissapointment.
Harry wasn't sure whether to believe her or not. He knew as well as she did that she had the position of Head Girl in the bag, and had claimed it since the first set of grades came out in first year. There had to be something else on her mind. He decided it would be good enough to let it go for now, and draped his arm around her again.
"Oh, it's okay, Hermione. You know you'll do fine, if not better than most of the other prefects to ever set foot in this school. Don't worry about it."
Hermione lifted her head, a weak smile dancing on her face. Harry could feel his heart melt at the smile, fand suddenly he felt a strong sense that she was something special, and that she was going to need to be protected. He brought her in closer, feeling the warmth of her soft skin as it rested against his. She was his world, and meant more to him than anything.
They sat like that for a few minutes, just enjoying each others company. The sound of restless first years suddenly came to Harry's ears, and he let go of Hermione.
"Looks like they're going to need to learn the way back, right Hermione?" he said, and she gave him a sheepish grin.
"Yes, I suppose so. First years, follow me!" she said, standing and immediately taking control of the group. Harry got up too, along with Ron and Ginny. They walked along the halls, Hermione explaining things to the first years as they went along. The shock on the faces of the new kids almost caused Harry to burst out laughing. The majority were completely dumbfounded by the castle. The group approached the portrait.
"Sparks!" The portrait door swung open, and Hermione motioned for everyone to go inside. She followed them in, and the door swung shut behind them.
"Girls, go up the staricases and to the right, boys, go up the same stairs and to the left. All of your belongings are already there, you just need to unpack them," she said with a gentile smile on her face. As they departed, Hermione turned to face her friends.
"Well, we're back," she said, and Harry smiled. He was glad to be back. He sat on one of the couches, and Hermione came over and sat mext to him. Ginny and Ron said goodnight and departed, leaving the couple alone in the room.
"Another year," he said softly. "I wonder what surprises are coming our way." Hermione nodded in response, and cuddled in closer to him. They sat in silence for another time that night, and Harry wished that it would always be the way it was now. Flames danced in the fireplace, giving the air a warm, cozy glow. Harry held Hermione, and Hermione eventually fell asleep in his arms.
After about a half-hour of laying together, Harry stood up. He gently tried to wake Hermione.
"Hermione. Wake up. You might want to get in your bed," he said, not wanting to leave her there alone. "Hermione..."
Hermione groaned and sat up. Harry could see the embarrasment on her face. He just smiled at her. "Come on, get up. We have to be ready for classes tomorrow." She stood up from the couch, and Harry gave her a kiss. "Go on, now. I love you."
"Love you too, Harry," she said, tears forming in her eyes. She then headed up the staircase, and Harry watched her go. A song he had heard on his radio started going through his head.
~Everybody's got something they had to leave behind
One regret from yesterday that just seems to grow with time
There's no use looking back or wondering
How it could be now or might have been
Oh this I know but still I can't find ways to let you know~
~I've never had a dream come true
Till the day that I found you
Even though I pretend that I've moved on
You'll always be my baby
I never found the words to say
You're the one I think about each day
And I know no matter where life takes me to
A part of me will always be with you~
~Somewhere in my memory
I've lost all sense of time
And so my road can never be cos yesterday is all that fills my mind
There's no use looking back or wondering
How it could be now or might have been
Oh this I know but still I can't find ways to let you go~
~I've never had a dream come true
Till the day that I found you
Even though I pretend that I've moved on~
~You'll always be my baby
I never found the words to say
You're the one I think about each day
And I know no matter where life takes me to
A part of me will always be~
~You'll always be the dream that fills my head
Yes you will, say you will, you know you will
Oh baby, you'll always be the one I know I'll never forget
There's no use looking back or wondering
Because love is a strange and funny thing
No matter how I try and try I just can't say goodbye
No no no no~
~I've never had a dream come true
Till the day that I found you
Even though I pretend that I've moved on
You'll always be my baby
I never found the words to say (words to say)
You're the one I think about each day
And I know no matter where life takes me to
A part of me will always be
A part of me will always be with you~
Harry walked up the stairs and sat on his bed, wondering why that particular song had chosen to play in his head at that moment. He wasn't leaving Hermione behind. If anything, he had her closer now. What did it mean?
Confused, Harry sunk into the bed and fell into a restless sleep.
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Disclaimer- I do not own the song, "Never Had A Dream Come True" by S Club 7.