This is going to probably be the most un-innocent fanfic I've ever written-
so if u still want to think of me as "sweet and innocent" don't read it!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. (god. This is a FAN fiction site) this fantabulous idea belongs to J.K Rowling or whoever bought it off her- which is not me! Also, the story plot, a bit of it belongs to L.J Smith. *sigh* don't you just ADORE her 'soul mate' plots? Anyways. this is base on HER trilogy 'the Forbidden Game"
Actually, I never read the first book of the series of Forbidden game. so I'll just bend a bit of it.
Summary- Hermione Granger is a changed girl, and she's dating Harry Potter, (who is posing as Mr Perfect) but when Voldemort's heir (Malfoy) decides he loves her, who said Harry and Hermione aren't going to fight?
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Two's Company, Three's a crowd
Prologue
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In the Leaky Cauldron, the whole pub was silent; the only voice to be heard was the crackling voice from the wizarding radio announcer.
"And- oh, here's the latest message from the Minister of Magic. Cornelius Fudge. Oh Merlin. THE WAR'S OVER!" The radio crackled louder than ever.
There was an intense silence, and then the voice of the bartender could be heard. "Bless Merlin! The war is over!"
The whole pub suddenly vibrated with the sound of cheering people, tossing their hats in the air and laughing with joy.
Particularly two girls at the back of the pub, who hugged each other happily. "Oh Ginny. The war's over! Harry and Ron are alive!" The brunette said, laughing and crying at the same time.
"I'm so happy for you, Mione. I truly am." Ginny said, smiling.
Hermione sniffled a bit, wiping her eyes. "I'm so happy! Just before Harry's birthday too!"
Casting an envious look at her friend, Ginny gave a nod, and tried to force a smile. "Yeah, you're so lucky. Harry is a hero- even more than before. He killed Voldemort!" The truth was, Ginny was insanely jealous. She had had a crush on Harry since the first time she saw him, when Harry was a first year and she wasn't even going to Hogwarts yet.
The crush had intensified when Harry had saved her from Tom Riddle/Voldemort at the end of second year.
At fifth year, when Krum had died, Hermione had been bitterly upset- she had even failed the O.W.Ls, getting a record low score of 0.12% of an O.W.L.
According to Hermione, it had been that helped her out of her misery. Specially brewing dreamless sleep potions and talking to her.
Of course, Ginny couldn't blame Harry for doing that. Hermione was VERY. Pretty. End of story.
Something about Krum's death had intensified Hermione's beauty to a flawless, pure like state. Too beautiful to be true.
Even with red-rimmed eyes now, Hermione still looked like the unachievable dream of beauty, a crying heroine from a love story.
Compared to Ginny, who was just mildly pretty, Hermione seemed like a goddess.
"Ginny? What's wrong?" Hermione's voice floated into Ginny's mind.
Startled, she looked up, forcing a smile. "Oh- me? Nothing! Don't be stupid, Mione."
"Well, you looked at bit- angry." Hermione ventured.
Ginny shook her head. "No, Mione. Its nothing."
~
Hermione sighed. She had been wondering along Diagon Alley for HOURS, trying to find the perfect thing for Harry's birthday.
Unnoticed by her, a blond haired silver-eyed boy trailed after her.
Quickly, he got his wand and shot it at Hermione's bag. "Diffindo!"
The bag split, causing all of the items in the bag to fall out.
When Hermione was picking up her things, he raced into the store that she had been headed for, stunned the Owner, then took a small box out of his robes and put it on the counter.
As Hermione entered the shop, smoothing out her robes, she looked around, picking up several items and examining them.
"May I help you?" A boy asked.
Hermione cast a tiny glance at him, and then concentrated on the item she was holding. "Do you think that you have a game of some sort?" She was thinking along the lines of something that would be fun. Harry needed a break after the war.
"A game?" The boy said, "how about this?"
He took a box off the counter and handed it to Hermione, who read the instructions and raised her eyes to the boy. For the first time, she looked at him, REALLY looked at him.
He looked familiar- not to mention pretty handsome!
HARRY. She chided, remain faithful.
"Sounds interesting. I'll take it! How much?" Hermione asked, taking out her purse.
"5 Galleons." The boy said.
Hermione paid, racing out of the shop. Harry would LOVE it.
What she didn't see, was Slytherins, chuckling stupidly.
"Wow, look at that box that the mudblood has. Wonder what's inside?" one said, looking at the box hungrily.
"I dunno. Let's see."
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When Hermione was back, she saw a big crowd of people gathered around the counter. She swallowed.
Harry was back.
All she could see was the backs of people.
"Pleased to meet you, Mr Potter."
"You saved our lives, Mr Potter."
"Hilda Snagget here, delighted. delighted."
When the crowd around him shifted a bit, Harry saw Hermione and smiled at her. "Excuse me, sorry- I need to get going now," he wormed his way through the crowd, being occasionally stopped, before he reached her.
"We'll talk upstairs," he said, dragging her up the Leaky Cauldron's steps, down the corridors before unlocking a room, going in and locking it shut.
Hermione understood why. Last time Harry kissed her in Three Broomsticks, a pub in Hogsmede, it had appeared on the front page of Daily Prophet, along with a story. The title had been the most embarrassing of all. 'GRANGER'S FAMOUS APPETITE' with a sub title : The girl who loves famous men. First Viktor Krum, now Harry Potter. Read it here!
"Happy Birthday, Harry." Hermione said, giving him a kiss.
"What did you get me?" Harry asked in a teasing voice. Hermione held it away. "No you don't. This is for TONIGHT."
Harry put on his best puppy dog expression, Hermione giggled, smacking his arm.
"So, Ron, Ginny, Lavender, Neville and Parv are going to come, right?"
"They've all handed in their confirmations. Who'd want to miss it?" Hermione teased.
~
"Oh Merlin. I'm running late." Hermione gave a sigh, before changing into a pair of embroidered jeans and a lace up shirt.
(In the FG, They never said anything about Jenny putting on makeup, right?)
Yanking on a pair of sneakers, she grabbed the game, locked her room and raced to Harry's room.
Panting slightly, she leaned against the door and collected herself, before knocking on the door.
There was a pause. An eye could be seen in the peephole. Hermione waved, and the door was opened. Harry swept Hermione in a hug. "Hey, everyone's arrived!"
Parvati and Neville were sitting in the couch together, talking quietly, while Ginny and Lavender were arranging some food on the table.
"Mione's got a game." Harry announced.
"Good grief, Mione. Are you all right?" Lavender asked.
Hermione glared at her. "I'm feeling well in the body AND mind, thank you very much."
"So, aren't we going to play it?" Harry asked.
Feeling slightly foolish, they gathered in the centre of the room and watched as Hermione slit open the plastic and took out a box.
She handed it to Harry, who opened a lid. "Wow."
"What's inside?" Hermione asked.
Harry took out a cardboard construction, spending a moment on it. It stood up, tall and erect. It was a paper house.
"Nice- house." Parvati said. "How fun."
Harry handed them each a paper doll, scanning the instructions. "You're meant to draw on it and make it you." He said, "here's a packet of crayons as well."
"Back to preschool time." Ron said, "This is very exciting."
For a while, they coloured in. After 15 minutes, their finished product came.
"This is what you do: You work your way from the bottom to the top, in each room, you have to face your nightmares."
Parvati shivered. "Ooh. that's sound dark."
"It sounds fun," Hermione said, "let's go!"
Harry reached out a hand and opened the little paper door.
Suddenly, an explosion occurred. A wave of green light swamped the floor.
The next thing they knew, was they were in a white room, and a boy clothed in black was in front of them..
That's the end of this chapter!
I hoped you liked it.. Please review! I won't update until I get 10 reviews! :) I mean, what's the point of writing a story when no1 reads it?
Wev~!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. (god. This is a FAN fiction site) this fantabulous idea belongs to J.K Rowling or whoever bought it off her- which is not me! Also, the story plot, a bit of it belongs to L.J Smith. *sigh* don't you just ADORE her 'soul mate' plots? Anyways. this is base on HER trilogy 'the Forbidden Game"
Actually, I never read the first book of the series of Forbidden game. so I'll just bend a bit of it.
Summary- Hermione Granger is a changed girl, and she's dating Harry Potter, (who is posing as Mr Perfect) but when Voldemort's heir (Malfoy) decides he loves her, who said Harry and Hermione aren't going to fight?
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Two's Company, Three's a crowd
Prologue
~~
In the Leaky Cauldron, the whole pub was silent; the only voice to be heard was the crackling voice from the wizarding radio announcer.
"And- oh, here's the latest message from the Minister of Magic. Cornelius Fudge. Oh Merlin. THE WAR'S OVER!" The radio crackled louder than ever.
There was an intense silence, and then the voice of the bartender could be heard. "Bless Merlin! The war is over!"
The whole pub suddenly vibrated with the sound of cheering people, tossing their hats in the air and laughing with joy.
Particularly two girls at the back of the pub, who hugged each other happily. "Oh Ginny. The war's over! Harry and Ron are alive!" The brunette said, laughing and crying at the same time.
"I'm so happy for you, Mione. I truly am." Ginny said, smiling.
Hermione sniffled a bit, wiping her eyes. "I'm so happy! Just before Harry's birthday too!"
Casting an envious look at her friend, Ginny gave a nod, and tried to force a smile. "Yeah, you're so lucky. Harry is a hero- even more than before. He killed Voldemort!" The truth was, Ginny was insanely jealous. She had had a crush on Harry since the first time she saw him, when Harry was a first year and she wasn't even going to Hogwarts yet.
The crush had intensified when Harry had saved her from Tom Riddle/Voldemort at the end of second year.
At fifth year, when Krum had died, Hermione had been bitterly upset- she had even failed the O.W.Ls, getting a record low score of 0.12% of an O.W.L.
According to Hermione, it had been that helped her out of her misery. Specially brewing dreamless sleep potions and talking to her.
Of course, Ginny couldn't blame Harry for doing that. Hermione was VERY. Pretty. End of story.
Something about Krum's death had intensified Hermione's beauty to a flawless, pure like state. Too beautiful to be true.
Even with red-rimmed eyes now, Hermione still looked like the unachievable dream of beauty, a crying heroine from a love story.
Compared to Ginny, who was just mildly pretty, Hermione seemed like a goddess.
"Ginny? What's wrong?" Hermione's voice floated into Ginny's mind.
Startled, she looked up, forcing a smile. "Oh- me? Nothing! Don't be stupid, Mione."
"Well, you looked at bit- angry." Hermione ventured.
Ginny shook her head. "No, Mione. Its nothing."
~
Hermione sighed. She had been wondering along Diagon Alley for HOURS, trying to find the perfect thing for Harry's birthday.
Unnoticed by her, a blond haired silver-eyed boy trailed after her.
Quickly, he got his wand and shot it at Hermione's bag. "Diffindo!"
The bag split, causing all of the items in the bag to fall out.
When Hermione was picking up her things, he raced into the store that she had been headed for, stunned the Owner, then took a small box out of his robes and put it on the counter.
As Hermione entered the shop, smoothing out her robes, she looked around, picking up several items and examining them.
"May I help you?" A boy asked.
Hermione cast a tiny glance at him, and then concentrated on the item she was holding. "Do you think that you have a game of some sort?" She was thinking along the lines of something that would be fun. Harry needed a break after the war.
"A game?" The boy said, "how about this?"
He took a box off the counter and handed it to Hermione, who read the instructions and raised her eyes to the boy. For the first time, she looked at him, REALLY looked at him.
He looked familiar- not to mention pretty handsome!
HARRY. She chided, remain faithful.
"Sounds interesting. I'll take it! How much?" Hermione asked, taking out her purse.
"5 Galleons." The boy said.
Hermione paid, racing out of the shop. Harry would LOVE it.
What she didn't see, was Slytherins, chuckling stupidly.
"Wow, look at that box that the mudblood has. Wonder what's inside?" one said, looking at the box hungrily.
"I dunno. Let's see."
~
When Hermione was back, she saw a big crowd of people gathered around the counter. She swallowed.
Harry was back.
All she could see was the backs of people.
"Pleased to meet you, Mr Potter."
"You saved our lives, Mr Potter."
"Hilda Snagget here, delighted. delighted."
When the crowd around him shifted a bit, Harry saw Hermione and smiled at her. "Excuse me, sorry- I need to get going now," he wormed his way through the crowd, being occasionally stopped, before he reached her.
"We'll talk upstairs," he said, dragging her up the Leaky Cauldron's steps, down the corridors before unlocking a room, going in and locking it shut.
Hermione understood why. Last time Harry kissed her in Three Broomsticks, a pub in Hogsmede, it had appeared on the front page of Daily Prophet, along with a story. The title had been the most embarrassing of all. 'GRANGER'S FAMOUS APPETITE' with a sub title : The girl who loves famous men. First Viktor Krum, now Harry Potter. Read it here!
"Happy Birthday, Harry." Hermione said, giving him a kiss.
"What did you get me?" Harry asked in a teasing voice. Hermione held it away. "No you don't. This is for TONIGHT."
Harry put on his best puppy dog expression, Hermione giggled, smacking his arm.
"So, Ron, Ginny, Lavender, Neville and Parv are going to come, right?"
"They've all handed in their confirmations. Who'd want to miss it?" Hermione teased.
~
"Oh Merlin. I'm running late." Hermione gave a sigh, before changing into a pair of embroidered jeans and a lace up shirt.
(In the FG, They never said anything about Jenny putting on makeup, right?)
Yanking on a pair of sneakers, she grabbed the game, locked her room and raced to Harry's room.
Panting slightly, she leaned against the door and collected herself, before knocking on the door.
There was a pause. An eye could be seen in the peephole. Hermione waved, and the door was opened. Harry swept Hermione in a hug. "Hey, everyone's arrived!"
Parvati and Neville were sitting in the couch together, talking quietly, while Ginny and Lavender were arranging some food on the table.
"Mione's got a game." Harry announced.
"Good grief, Mione. Are you all right?" Lavender asked.
Hermione glared at her. "I'm feeling well in the body AND mind, thank you very much."
"So, aren't we going to play it?" Harry asked.
Feeling slightly foolish, they gathered in the centre of the room and watched as Hermione slit open the plastic and took out a box.
She handed it to Harry, who opened a lid. "Wow."
"What's inside?" Hermione asked.
Harry took out a cardboard construction, spending a moment on it. It stood up, tall and erect. It was a paper house.
"Nice- house." Parvati said. "How fun."
Harry handed them each a paper doll, scanning the instructions. "You're meant to draw on it and make it you." He said, "here's a packet of crayons as well."
"Back to preschool time." Ron said, "This is very exciting."
For a while, they coloured in. After 15 minutes, their finished product came.
"This is what you do: You work your way from the bottom to the top, in each room, you have to face your nightmares."
Parvati shivered. "Ooh. that's sound dark."
"It sounds fun," Hermione said, "let's go!"
Harry reached out a hand and opened the little paper door.
Suddenly, an explosion occurred. A wave of green light swamped the floor.
The next thing they knew, was they were in a white room, and a boy clothed in black was in front of them..
That's the end of this chapter!
I hoped you liked it.. Please review! I won't update until I get 10 reviews! :) I mean, what's the point of writing a story when no1 reads it?
Wev~!