Disclaimers: Alright, it's not mine, OKAY!!!! Sheesh. I don't own the world
of Harry Potter. All I do is participate.
Authors Note: There is sure to be romance, sarcasm, and mostly definitly weird instances, if not all at once, they will all be present at some point in the story. This is an ongoing work in progress, and I really encourage reviews because this is my first fic, and I have absolutely no clue sometimes. ( So help me out, reviewing only takes a couple seconds and constructive criticism will be greatly appreciated. Flames are useless, while I will read them they really don't bother me at all. So if that is your motive, go fishing or something that won't waste your valuable time!!! This is probably going to be a HG/SS fic, but I'm not exactly fixed on that idea. Let me know what you think!! ~Raven @-----
Chapter One
The candles' dim reflections danced off the surface of the dining tables in the Great Hall at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Sighing, Hermione Granger wound her fingers around a tendril of her wavy, brown hair that had fallen into her face. //Why can't this damn hair ever stay in place?// she thought in frustration. Dinner was boring. She was ready to get back to the library, she still had lots of her Potions essay to finish.
Across the table Harry looked at her strangely. "Hello.! Hermione? The weather's nice here, what's it like where you are?"
"Hunh? Oh, Harry, I'm sorry. I'm just-I don't know. My mind is somewhere else, I guess."
"Okay, Herm, whatever you say. Just make sure you eat something, alright? You won't be able to survive Potions homework without something to keep you going," Harry joked. " Snape's assignments are always on the lookout for easy prey!"
"Fine," Hermione complied absently, grabbing a roll and heading towards the door. "I'll see you later, Harry." And she was gone, without a backwards glance.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
She walked through the halls, contemplating recent events in her mind. //Always the thinker, Hermione// she said to herself. She wasn't sure why, but lately, she'd just felt an immense pressure on her shoulders. With being Head Girl, studying, Quidditch. studying, sleeping, studying, and trying to keep up halfway decent relationships with her friends, Hemione never had time for herself anymore. And she couldn't help feeling a twisting pain in her stomach whenever she saw Lavender or Parvati batting their eyelashes shamelessly at whatever boy caught their fancy on that particular day. She was almost fed up with it all.
When she reached the fork in the hallway she veered left instead of heading toward the beckoning library, a very uncharacteristic decision on her part. With a newly discovered resolve, Hermione trekked up the stairs-the many, many stairs-and muttered the password to her private rooms.
Caching her breath (/Damn those stairs!/), she murmured a locking spell. Without a second thought, she went out onto the balcony and breathed in the crisp night air. The chill tickled her throat, so much that she almost let out a giggle. If she weren't distracted by movement down by the lake, she probably would have gone back inside to avoid the cold.
A figure, blurry from the distance, stood at the edge of the water. A little odd, Hermione thought to herself , since it was a late hour to be outside. She settled onto the bench, wrapping her robes around herself tightly and muttering a warming charm. Contented with just looking out beyond the castle and observing the man (or woman, she reprimanded herself), she soon felt overcome with drowsiness. The figure didn't move, and Hermione soon drifted to sleep wondering.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
Harry tossed his unruly hair off his face and greeted his best friend as Ron Weasley thumped onto the bench beside him.
"Bloody Hell!" Ron complained. "That essay for Snape is going to take me forever! Trust that git to come up with yet something else to add to my workload!"
"Workload?" grinned Harry.
"Okay, okay. So it's not quite a "workload." More like, I dunno Harry. What's less than a workload?
"Well--"
"Oh, it doesn't matter. I'm just so bloody tired. I think it's those hormone things Mum always talks about."
"Don't get too down, Ron!" Harry said, shoving a Christmas tree cookie into his mouth. "The Winter Hols are almost here. Then everything will be fine." Harry reasoned.
"I guess so," Ron conceded. "I just like complaining. It's fun."
"Yeah, I guess. Hey, have you noticed anything, well, different about Hermione? She seems-- "
"Stressed lately. I noticed. With all of those Quidditch practices I'm not surprised. I mean, it's gotta be hard for her to have to balance practices, studies, and the luxuries of being Head Girl. It's a wonder she hasn't gone completely bonkers already!" Ron exclaimed.
"I just hope she can handle it all." Harry mused under his breath, glancing towards the doors that Hermione disappeared through not long before.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
//The warm breathing on her neck was sending shivers down her spine. Hermione shuddered against the goose bumps that were inevitably working their way up her arms. Firm hands clutched her waist and as she struggled around to see her captor, they just held her tighter. Her resistance was in vain, and when she felt cool lips on the shell of her ear from behind, she felt her body go limp with a shudder.
Whoever was teasing her so unbearably, she decided that it wasn't really a bad thing at all. It was the opposite of a bad thing, in fact. Little nibbles made their way down her earlobe and she gasped at the feeling of a hot, moist tongue on the base of her neck. Hermione tipped her head to the side, letting hr hair fall away, exposing the tender flesh of her neck willingly. Lips slid over her pulse and Hermione felt butterflies doing the flamenco in her stomach.
When a hand ran along her shoulder and pushed her robes aside, she let out an involuntary moan. She leaned into the form behind her and felt a strong chest supporting her and supple arms enclosing her in a tight embrace.
Once again, she tried to catch a glimpse at the man who could have such an effect on her, but at the precise moment she turned her head, he was gone.//
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
Hermione woke with a start to the cool morning chill. The sun was streaming down on her sleep-ridden body, which, she noticed, was reduced to rapid shallow breathing. She let out a gasp and observed her surroundings.
//Did I really Sleep out here all night?// she asked herself. //That was one hell of a dream! Mmmmmm. OH shit!! What time is it-//
Hermione flew off the bench and into her rooms to get to class, barely noticing as she left the faint spicy smell lingering on the balcony, complementing her memories of the night.
A/N: Don't forget to review! Pretty please with chocolate frogs on top!!! (
~Raven @----
Authors Note: There is sure to be romance, sarcasm, and mostly definitly weird instances, if not all at once, they will all be present at some point in the story. This is an ongoing work in progress, and I really encourage reviews because this is my first fic, and I have absolutely no clue sometimes. ( So help me out, reviewing only takes a couple seconds and constructive criticism will be greatly appreciated. Flames are useless, while I will read them they really don't bother me at all. So if that is your motive, go fishing or something that won't waste your valuable time!!! This is probably going to be a HG/SS fic, but I'm not exactly fixed on that idea. Let me know what you think!! ~Raven @-----
Chapter One
The candles' dim reflections danced off the surface of the dining tables in the Great Hall at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Sighing, Hermione Granger wound her fingers around a tendril of her wavy, brown hair that had fallen into her face. //Why can't this damn hair ever stay in place?// she thought in frustration. Dinner was boring. She was ready to get back to the library, she still had lots of her Potions essay to finish.
Across the table Harry looked at her strangely. "Hello.! Hermione? The weather's nice here, what's it like where you are?"
"Hunh? Oh, Harry, I'm sorry. I'm just-I don't know. My mind is somewhere else, I guess."
"Okay, Herm, whatever you say. Just make sure you eat something, alright? You won't be able to survive Potions homework without something to keep you going," Harry joked. " Snape's assignments are always on the lookout for easy prey!"
"Fine," Hermione complied absently, grabbing a roll and heading towards the door. "I'll see you later, Harry." And she was gone, without a backwards glance.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
She walked through the halls, contemplating recent events in her mind. //Always the thinker, Hermione// she said to herself. She wasn't sure why, but lately, she'd just felt an immense pressure on her shoulders. With being Head Girl, studying, Quidditch. studying, sleeping, studying, and trying to keep up halfway decent relationships with her friends, Hemione never had time for herself anymore. And she couldn't help feeling a twisting pain in her stomach whenever she saw Lavender or Parvati batting their eyelashes shamelessly at whatever boy caught their fancy on that particular day. She was almost fed up with it all.
When she reached the fork in the hallway she veered left instead of heading toward the beckoning library, a very uncharacteristic decision on her part. With a newly discovered resolve, Hermione trekked up the stairs-the many, many stairs-and muttered the password to her private rooms.
Caching her breath (/Damn those stairs!/), she murmured a locking spell. Without a second thought, she went out onto the balcony and breathed in the crisp night air. The chill tickled her throat, so much that she almost let out a giggle. If she weren't distracted by movement down by the lake, she probably would have gone back inside to avoid the cold.
A figure, blurry from the distance, stood at the edge of the water. A little odd, Hermione thought to herself , since it was a late hour to be outside. She settled onto the bench, wrapping her robes around herself tightly and muttering a warming charm. Contented with just looking out beyond the castle and observing the man (or woman, she reprimanded herself), she soon felt overcome with drowsiness. The figure didn't move, and Hermione soon drifted to sleep wondering.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
Harry tossed his unruly hair off his face and greeted his best friend as Ron Weasley thumped onto the bench beside him.
"Bloody Hell!" Ron complained. "That essay for Snape is going to take me forever! Trust that git to come up with yet something else to add to my workload!"
"Workload?" grinned Harry.
"Okay, okay. So it's not quite a "workload." More like, I dunno Harry. What's less than a workload?
"Well--"
"Oh, it doesn't matter. I'm just so bloody tired. I think it's those hormone things Mum always talks about."
"Don't get too down, Ron!" Harry said, shoving a Christmas tree cookie into his mouth. "The Winter Hols are almost here. Then everything will be fine." Harry reasoned.
"I guess so," Ron conceded. "I just like complaining. It's fun."
"Yeah, I guess. Hey, have you noticed anything, well, different about Hermione? She seems-- "
"Stressed lately. I noticed. With all of those Quidditch practices I'm not surprised. I mean, it's gotta be hard for her to have to balance practices, studies, and the luxuries of being Head Girl. It's a wonder she hasn't gone completely bonkers already!" Ron exclaimed.
"I just hope she can handle it all." Harry mused under his breath, glancing towards the doors that Hermione disappeared through not long before.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
//The warm breathing on her neck was sending shivers down her spine. Hermione shuddered against the goose bumps that were inevitably working their way up her arms. Firm hands clutched her waist and as she struggled around to see her captor, they just held her tighter. Her resistance was in vain, and when she felt cool lips on the shell of her ear from behind, she felt her body go limp with a shudder.
Whoever was teasing her so unbearably, she decided that it wasn't really a bad thing at all. It was the opposite of a bad thing, in fact. Little nibbles made their way down her earlobe and she gasped at the feeling of a hot, moist tongue on the base of her neck. Hermione tipped her head to the side, letting hr hair fall away, exposing the tender flesh of her neck willingly. Lips slid over her pulse and Hermione felt butterflies doing the flamenco in her stomach.
When a hand ran along her shoulder and pushed her robes aside, she let out an involuntary moan. She leaned into the form behind her and felt a strong chest supporting her and supple arms enclosing her in a tight embrace.
Once again, she tried to catch a glimpse at the man who could have such an effect on her, but at the precise moment she turned her head, he was gone.//
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
Hermione woke with a start to the cool morning chill. The sun was streaming down on her sleep-ridden body, which, she noticed, was reduced to rapid shallow breathing. She let out a gasp and observed her surroundings.
//Did I really Sleep out here all night?// she asked herself. //That was one hell of a dream! Mmmmmm. OH shit!! What time is it-//
Hermione flew off the bench and into her rooms to get to class, barely noticing as she left the faint spicy smell lingering on the balcony, complementing her memories of the night.
A/N: Don't forget to review! Pretty please with chocolate frogs on top!!! (
~Raven @----