No Way
Chapter 1 summary : First day at Hogwarts (just platform 9 3/4 scene.) Shows Hermione, Harry, Ron, Ginny, and a bit of Draco's P.O.V. Harry is determined to tell Hermione ... oh just read and find out! Disclaimer : I don't own any of these characters. I just own the plot!
A/N: Some of these P.O.V's are a bit short at the moment and I apologize. They will get longer and are going to concentrate around Hermione, Harry, Ron, and Ginny's P.O.V. Draco's P.O.V is added for 'entertainment' purposes! READ AND REVIEW PLEASE! FLAMES ACCEPTED, JUST NOT TOO HARSH PLEASE!!
Chapter 1 : Who Knew?
(Hermione)
I walked around Platform 9 and ¾, looking expectantly around for Ron, Harry and Ginny. So far I'd seen Hannah Abbot, Justin Finch-Fletchey, Neville Longbottom, Lavendar Brown, Parvati Patil, Pansy Parkinson, and Blaise Zambini, but still no sign of my 3 best friends.
I noticed that Seamus was also standing alone, looking around, so I cautiously walked over to him. We had gotten to be better friends in our 6TH year, so I figured I would talk to him for a bit.
"Hullo Seamus." I nodded at him and took another step forward to him. He turned his head to face mine. His mouth opened a bit and his eyes widened. It took a while for me to comprehend what he was so 'shocked' about, then the memories of summer came flooding back to me.
*Flashback*
"Mione, hold still! You're bangs are going to be incredulously uneven if you don't stop fidgeting around! Now HOLD STILL!" Riley, my American cousin, admonished me.
"Look Riles, I don't know where you came up with this crazy idea of yours but seriously, you know the way I am. Bushy brown hair, dark brown eyes, know-it-all, book reading, girl! Now you're trying to make me a 'glamour' girl and let me tell you, it doesn't fit me especially well!" I explained to her.
"Yes, and after I finish cutting your bangs, you will be a 'glamour' girl! And … I'm … DONE!" She took one last snip and spun me around in the chair to face the mirror.
I gasped at the person in front me. This girl had straight, jagged, auburn hair, warm chocolate brown eyes, glossified lips, frosted eyelids, and make-up on. I glanced at my outfit. I had a short blue skirt, white halter top, and cute white sandals on. I really did look good.
"Riley, I uh, don't know what to say!" I turned to her, eyes still disbelieving that that was me in the mirror.
"Just say, 'I look good!'" She laughed. I laughed with her.
*End Flashback*
I knew that this year was going to be different, I just didn't know HOW different.
(Harry)
I saw her climb out of the big black truck and grab her bags. I gasped at the sight before me. I could tell it was her because of the way her eyebrows were furrowed. She must have been thinking. I fell in love all over again. I couldn't believe that it was her, I knew it was, but she was so … so different.
She gave her father and mother a hug and kiss then set off to the train. I stood around for a few minutes then I walked up slowly behind her and cleared my throat.
"I – oh my gods! Harry!" She threw her arms around me, I was in heaven by the way, and gave me a peck on the cheek.
"Hey Hermione." I greeted her happily.
"I'm so sorry we didn't talk more over the summer but I was so busy. As a matter of fact, my cousin from American visited." She smiled at me.
I loved the way she looked. I loved the way her hair fell into her eyes and she pushed them behind her ears. I loved the way her cinnamon eyes burned through my green ones. I loved the way she smelled like flowers. I loved her.
"Hermione … you look …" I began, raking her outfit and the way she looked. She had curves in all the right places and her clothes fit perfectly.
"I know, I look stupid." She heaved a great sigh and looked away from me.
"No, you look incredible." I turned her face toward mine and looked down into her eyes. I wish I could say that she looked deep into mine, began leaning forward, and kissed me. But that's not what happened.
"Mione!" Ron's voice bellowed from behind me. Hermione looked away from me and moved so she could see Ron, her boyfriend.
"Ron!" She squealed happily. She ran over to him, threw her arms around his neck, and kissed him. Don't get me wrong, Ron was still my best friend, Hermione or not, but I couldn't believe she had picked him over me. Ron had no idea of my feelings for Hermione.
*Flashback*
"Hey Ron, meet me in the common room at 9 tonight, okay?" I asked him.
"Sure Harry." He answered me then went off with Seamus to talk about Wizards Chess.
That night, Ron arrived in the common room promptly at 9:15 (yes, I knew he would be late, that's why he was prompt) and sat down next to me on the crimson colored couch in our common room.
"What's up Harry?" He turned and asked me. I had my hands in my lap, wide open, and I seemed to find my palms quite interesting as I studied them carefully.
"Have you ever been in love?" I had asked him. His face went pale and then a deep shade of red.
"You're not gay are you?" He asked me, fear in his voice.
"Gods no! I'm talking about a girl you git! So have you? Ever been in love, I mean?" I asked him for the second time.
"I am right now. I'm in love with Hermione." My heart fell when he said her name. He loved her too. Now what was I supposed to do? Ron had grown much more confident around girls so he would surely ask her out the first chance he got.
"Oh." I looked back down at my feet and heaved a sigh.
"Why do you ask Harry?" Ron turned to me and asked with a quizzical look on his face.
"Oh, I've just got a crush on a um, other, girl. Yeah, so thanks Ron. Goodnight." I waved at him then rushed up to the boy's dormitory.
*End Flashback*
I sneered at the happy couple, my two best friends, then walked to the train.
(Ron)
I see the way he looks at her, I know he loves her. I know he does. He just doesn't admit it because I have her. I mean, there aren't any hard feelings to him, but he might as well forget her, because Hermione and me will be together forever, like it or not.
I know that sounds harsh, but it really is the truth, and it's not truth to just Harry, it's truth to any guy who likes my Mione!
(Ginny)
Wow. Hermione. She looks really nice. I know Harry likes her. Practically everyone at Hogwarts can tell that he burns for her. Everyone except Hermione that is. She is oblivious to his body language, the way he looks at her, and the way he gets nervous when she's around.
If I were her, I would've snatched him up already. I had gotten over him in my 5TH year, but he was still boyfriend material.
She gave Harry a tremendous hug. Yes, there was potential there. Major potential. I have come up with a 'motto' as one would say. 'People born with knowledge have no common sense. Those born with much common sense do not have much knowledge.' I truly believe that.
(Hermione)
When I hugged and kissed Ron, it felt different than it had in 6TH year. It felt more like kissing … my … second cousin. Kind of like 'hey, we're not exactly related, but he's still a cousin' so I was kind of grossed out.
I figured that it was just kind of weird to be back with him again, you know, after summer hols and all.
I looked at Harry. Something … I just couldn't put my finger on it, was different about him. Well, I looked him over, he had gotten rid of his glasses and began using contacts, his shirt was tight enough so I could see his defined stomach, Quidditch had definitely toned him up. I'll admit he looked good. Then I caught sight of the look in his eyes. That's the one thing that I completely and totally loved about Harry. His eyes. They were a brilliant emerald green that you could just get lost in. What was it that I saw in his eyes? Well, I could tell from his face that he was happy (or perhaps he was just a bloody good actor) but I figured he must be happy. His mouth curved into a charming grin that would make any girl go weak in the knees. But his eyes … they showed sorrow and despair. Longing, lust, and desire. Ron snaked his arm around my waist and pulled me close, giving me a kiss on the top of my head. I saw Harry's eyes blaze. Anger? Malfoy? Something else? I didn't know.
(Harry)
I knew that when my face fell to an angry look I may have given myself away. Hermione had been looking directly my way. Her brows furrowed. Oh Gods, she'd figure it out in … I give her 2 weeks at the most. I knew I was too obvious. I had done so well of hiding my feelings for her since 4TH year. I would tell her this year. I didn't know when, but I swore to myself that I would.
I looked to Ginny. She had grown up, but wasn't near as beautiful as Hermione. Her hair had changed from a fiery red to a nice auburn color. Her freckles lightened and toned her skin nicely. She wore a nice denim skirt and a white blouse with new Hogwarts robes. Arthur Weasley had been promoted and received a raise, causing a ton of surplus money for the Weasleys.
(Ginny)
Hermione noticed it. I know she had to. But I could tell from her facial expression that she had dismissed it. How could she be so dense as not to notice this? Everyone, and when I say everyone, I mean everyone. Even Malfoy knew Harry's feelings towards Mione! This was stupid. I would make Harry tell Hermione of his feelings before it was too late. This was just getting out of hand. Hermione and Ron didn't … mesh very well together. The phrase 'opposites attract' is an expression people who are crackers believe in. I mean, reason with me here. If two people have two completely different views on everything they wouldn't get along right? Right. See, I knew they didn't belong together.
(Draco)
Potter. The Boy Who Lived To Be A Pain was looking longingly in Granger's direction. It was just sickening. I hated to admit it, but I pitied Potter. He wasn't man enough to just tell the girl (who might I add was looking good these days) how he felt. I mean, he would have had better luck shagging Weasley (the male) by now.
I should've just walked up to Granger and said 'Hey, Potter is in love with you. Just thought you'd like to know.' No … I couldn't do that. That means that Potter wouldn't get to embarrass himself when he confessed his love for her and she smacked him or laughed in his face.
Hm …
(Harry)
I saw Mal-ferret off in the distance, looking at me with a look of confusion. Blinking every few seconds then staring at me some more.
Mad that one.
I glared at him and mouthed a 'what' at him. He blinked a few times, his eyes widened, then he scurried away. Okay? I was utterly confused now. Had Hermione figured me out? Had Ron? What was with Malfoy these days? He was exceptionally quiet. I live a confusing life.