Disclaimer: I own some stuff, but unfortunately I don't own Harry Potter.
I'm not that intelligent!
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Thanks to Fiffer- my first reviewer!
As Harry came down the stairs, he saw Hermione sitting by herself in front of the blazing Gryffindor fire. His heart gave a giant leap as he made his way towards her. "Wow," he thought to himself, "she must be the most beautiful girl in the school!" But he couldn't think this way he told himself. Hermione was one of his best friends. But he still couldn't help but think about how pretty and caring she was.
"Hey Hermione," Harry called out to her.
"Oh, hello, Harry," she answered, sounding a little depressed, "how are you this evening?"
"I'm fine, Hermione, how are you?"
"I've been better," she said simply.
"What are you working on? Cause if it's that History of magic essay, I was wondering if you could.."
"Of course I'll help you Harry!" she exclaimed, finishing his sentence for him. She was grateful to take a break from her own work and talk with someone else. Maybe it would even take her mind off the next day for a while.
"Really? Oh, that's great! I was having so much trouble with it before, and.." Harry stopped abruptly as her hand brushed against his in her attempt to reach for his essay. His stomach gave a giant leap as they gazed into each others eyes. Sensing the awkwardness, Hermione broke the silence.
"Harry, it's really no problem," she said. The two worked silently for about an hour until they noticed how late it was and decided to go to bed. Rather reluctantly, Harry stood up and began to walk Hermione to her dorm. Very gently, they began holding hands as they made their way up the stairs.
As they reached the girl's dormitory, Harry politely thanked Hermione and said goodnight. Then, almost subconsciously, as if he meant to do it all along, Harry gently kissed Hermione's delicate hand.
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Harry walked slowly up to his dormitory. He was still in somewhat of a daze. He couldn't believe that he was starting to think of his best friend as more than a friend. He wondered if she felt the same way about him. However, he was also worried that Hermione might be angry with him. He had never had a real girlfriend before, mostly because Dudley never allowed him near anyone while they were at school together. He wasn't sure how you treat them, or what you do when you're around them. He didn't want Hermione to be mad at him.
Harry opened the door to his dormitory to find Ron sleeping soundly in his four poster bed, clutching what looked like a rose. Harry winced. He supposed it was from his new girlfriend, Lavender Brown. Although he would never admit this to anyone, what Harry wanted more than anything right now was a beautiful red rose to clutch while he fell asleep. He knew this sounded childish, but he couldn't help it. He desperately wanted to feel loved.
If Harry had a red rose like Ron's he would be the happiest boy in their dormitory. His red rose would represent the love that someone very special felt for him. He had never felt loved, and he had never had the chance to fall asleep clutching his red rose. If he had a red rose like Ron's, he would fall asleep knowing he was loved. He would finally feel the feeling he had longed to feel all those lonely nights at the Dursley's.
"If only I had a red rose," Harry thought to himself as he got into bed, the corners of his eyes prickling. "If only I had a red rose, then everything would be perfect. If only someone cared...." And with that, Harry fell asleep, longing for someone who loved him.
I hope you liked that! It wasn't much, but I wanted to add something. I'm taking the HSPA's this week, lacrosse starts in 3 days, and I have a concert on Friday, so I'm really busy. (for once in my life, lol) But I'll try and update soon! Thanks for reading!
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Thanks to Fiffer- my first reviewer!
As Harry came down the stairs, he saw Hermione sitting by herself in front of the blazing Gryffindor fire. His heart gave a giant leap as he made his way towards her. "Wow," he thought to himself, "she must be the most beautiful girl in the school!" But he couldn't think this way he told himself. Hermione was one of his best friends. But he still couldn't help but think about how pretty and caring she was.
"Hey Hermione," Harry called out to her.
"Oh, hello, Harry," she answered, sounding a little depressed, "how are you this evening?"
"I'm fine, Hermione, how are you?"
"I've been better," she said simply.
"What are you working on? Cause if it's that History of magic essay, I was wondering if you could.."
"Of course I'll help you Harry!" she exclaimed, finishing his sentence for him. She was grateful to take a break from her own work and talk with someone else. Maybe it would even take her mind off the next day for a while.
"Really? Oh, that's great! I was having so much trouble with it before, and.." Harry stopped abruptly as her hand brushed against his in her attempt to reach for his essay. His stomach gave a giant leap as they gazed into each others eyes. Sensing the awkwardness, Hermione broke the silence.
"Harry, it's really no problem," she said. The two worked silently for about an hour until they noticed how late it was and decided to go to bed. Rather reluctantly, Harry stood up and began to walk Hermione to her dorm. Very gently, they began holding hands as they made their way up the stairs.
As they reached the girl's dormitory, Harry politely thanked Hermione and said goodnight. Then, almost subconsciously, as if he meant to do it all along, Harry gently kissed Hermione's delicate hand.
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Harry walked slowly up to his dormitory. He was still in somewhat of a daze. He couldn't believe that he was starting to think of his best friend as more than a friend. He wondered if she felt the same way about him. However, he was also worried that Hermione might be angry with him. He had never had a real girlfriend before, mostly because Dudley never allowed him near anyone while they were at school together. He wasn't sure how you treat them, or what you do when you're around them. He didn't want Hermione to be mad at him.
Harry opened the door to his dormitory to find Ron sleeping soundly in his four poster bed, clutching what looked like a rose. Harry winced. He supposed it was from his new girlfriend, Lavender Brown. Although he would never admit this to anyone, what Harry wanted more than anything right now was a beautiful red rose to clutch while he fell asleep. He knew this sounded childish, but he couldn't help it. He desperately wanted to feel loved.
If Harry had a red rose like Ron's he would be the happiest boy in their dormitory. His red rose would represent the love that someone very special felt for him. He had never felt loved, and he had never had the chance to fall asleep clutching his red rose. If he had a red rose like Ron's, he would fall asleep knowing he was loved. He would finally feel the feeling he had longed to feel all those lonely nights at the Dursley's.
"If only I had a red rose," Harry thought to himself as he got into bed, the corners of his eyes prickling. "If only I had a red rose, then everything would be perfect. If only someone cared...." And with that, Harry fell asleep, longing for someone who loved him.
I hope you liked that! It wasn't much, but I wanted to add something. I'm taking the HSPA's this week, lacrosse starts in 3 days, and I have a concert on Friday, so I'm really busy. (for once in my life, lol) But I'll try and update soon! Thanks for reading!
