Chapter 1
Seventeen year old Harry Potter sat alone in the Gryffindor Common Room, reading one of his books. Or at least appeared to be reading. He was really waiting for someone. And that someone just happened to be Hermione Granger. Harry had taken a liking to her ever since his fifth year at Hogwarts,but had never taken it seriously till now. She was his best friend,and he didn't want anything to change that. So he pushed the thoughts away,but they returned full force. Everytime Hermione talked to him,his tongue wouldn't move,everytime she was near him,his heart pounded so loud he thought she would hear. He had never told anyone,not even Sirius,about his feelings for her. He was hoping that his crush on her would die down. But that was near impossibility. Hermione's figure changed quickly over the years. Her no longer bushy hair now sleek and shiny, her childish,stern face,how matured,fair,and beautiful. She looked like an angel.
The common room door burst open,and Hermione walked inside,bag over one arm,books in the other. "...blasted Malfoy....always ruining things..just had to interrupt me..honestly how could Jia fall for him?....Oh hello Harry! What are you doing up so late?" After muttering things to herself,and setting her things on a table,she looked up and smiled at Harry. "Oh! H-hi,um just reading," he said,holding up his book. Hermione giggled. "Do you need any help?" she asked. *She must think it's a homework assignment* Harry thought. "Uh,no,no thanks!" he replied. "Are you sure? because you're reading it upside down," she said, pointing. Harry looked,and sure enough,his book WAS upside down. He blushed furiously,but before he could say anything,Hermione said, "I really think you should go to bed ,Harry. It's too late to be doing things in your right mind..Go on now. Up to bed!" she ordered. Harry closed his book,muttered goodnight,and obeyed the strict command. He HAD to tell someone tomorrow..or he would burst.
Seventeen year old Harry Potter sat alone in the Gryffindor Common Room, reading one of his books. Or at least appeared to be reading. He was really waiting for someone. And that someone just happened to be Hermione Granger. Harry had taken a liking to her ever since his fifth year at Hogwarts,but had never taken it seriously till now. She was his best friend,and he didn't want anything to change that. So he pushed the thoughts away,but they returned full force. Everytime Hermione talked to him,his tongue wouldn't move,everytime she was near him,his heart pounded so loud he thought she would hear. He had never told anyone,not even Sirius,about his feelings for her. He was hoping that his crush on her would die down. But that was near impossibility. Hermione's figure changed quickly over the years. Her no longer bushy hair now sleek and shiny, her childish,stern face,how matured,fair,and beautiful. She looked like an angel.
The common room door burst open,and Hermione walked inside,bag over one arm,books in the other. "...blasted Malfoy....always ruining things..just had to interrupt me..honestly how could Jia fall for him?....Oh hello Harry! What are you doing up so late?" After muttering things to herself,and setting her things on a table,she looked up and smiled at Harry. "Oh! H-hi,um just reading," he said,holding up his book. Hermione giggled. "Do you need any help?" she asked. *She must think it's a homework assignment* Harry thought. "Uh,no,no thanks!" he replied. "Are you sure? because you're reading it upside down," she said, pointing. Harry looked,and sure enough,his book WAS upside down. He blushed furiously,but before he could say anything,Hermione said, "I really think you should go to bed ,Harry. It's too late to be doing things in your right mind..Go on now. Up to bed!" she ordered. Harry closed his book,muttered goodnight,and obeyed the strict command. He HAD to tell someone tomorrow..or he would burst.