So umm. This is my very first fanfic, and I'm not quite sure just how much
I'm good at it. So I'm really looking forward to your reviews - good or
bad, I don't care, as long as its real :]
Also, I'm really sorry if there's any grammar/spelling mistakes - I double checked every sentence, but English isn't my first language so I guess there's a few mistakes left.
Can't wait for your reviews!
DISCLAIMER: nothing in this story is mine (unfortunately). Everything belongs to J.K Rowling and her wonderful imagination. I am making no money whatsoever writing this story. Plz don't sue me
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Chapter 1 - Feelings
"Hermione dear, are you ready to go?" Mrs. Granger's head popped into the room.
Hermione raised her head from the book she was holding - "The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 7" - and smiled. "Sure mom. I'll be right there."
Mrs. Granger smiled and left the room.
Hermione closed the book, walked to the mirror that stood against the wall, and surveyed her reflection a long sceptic look.
Looking back from the mirror was a slim, 170 cm height 17-year-old-girl, with a pair of wise chocolate-brown eyes and waist-long curly brown hair. She had thin eyebrows, long black eyelashes, and red lips. Her skin was smooth and tanned.
All in all, Hermione Granger was really pretty. Only she wasn't aware of it, since this beauty jumped on her out of nowhere only in the last 3 of 4 months, along with the appearance of those desired curves every young woman wish for. Being always the average-looking-girl, Hermione was never classified as 'the pretty one', but as 'the cleverest one' - and she was very proud of it, of course. But sometimes she wished people would look beyond her wisdom and good grades, and treat her like the young woman she was, and not like the "smartest witch in Hogwarts".
As the thought of Hogwarts floated in her mind, Hermione was reminded of her two best friends - Harry Potter and Ron Weasly. And along with that thought came the memory of the night three months ago, in London. The night they ruined Lord Voldemort. Hermione eliminated that awful memory from her mind quickly, not wanting to deal with it right at that moment. Instead, she focused hard on the thought of her two best friends.
The last time she saw both of them was two months ago, in King's Cross Train Station, where they said good-bye for the summer and walked away, each with their family. From what Harry told her in his last letter, he was supposed to come and stay at Ron's today.
She didn't hear from Ron for a while, though. They tried to write each other and act as if everything was normal, but the truth was that none of them could forget what happened the night when the last term ended. Hermione touched her lips gently and couldn't help reminiscing.
***
"Hermione? What are you doing here? Why aren't you down at the feast?"
Hermione turned around quickly.
"Oh, Ron, it's you! You startled me.. Umm, I just went here to check I'm all packed!" She faked a cheerful tone and turned away immediately as she saw his blue eyes looking at her.
Ron came closer and sat next to her. "Umm, Hermione, we need to talk. there's something I've been meaning to tell you - - "
Hermione got up at once. Her heart was beating way too fast. "NO! I mean.. No, we mustn't talk about this now, because.. Because.. The feast! And - and - and Harry! Harry is waiting! You remember Harry, Right?" She chuckled nervously. "Yeah... Well. I think I'll return to the feast now.." She turned and made her way towards the portrait hole when Ron suddenly grabbed her elbow and turned her around to face him.
And before she knew what was happening, his lips were against hers, and his arms tightened around here waist.
She tried to resist, really, but then she realized that her fingers were going through his hair and that she was kissing him back. She just couldn't help it. His lips were so soft.
"A-hem!" they heard someone coughing loudly and broke apart in panic, but to their relief it was only Ginny, Ron's younger sister. "Sorry to interrupt you too, Harry and I were wondering where you went to.. But I can leave if you want.." Her eyes twinkled.
"No.. no need to, Gin.." Ron mumbled, his ears reddening. He looked at Hermione from the corner of his eye.
"I.. I have to go." Blurted Hermione, and stormed out of the common room.
***
"Hermione dear, we're waiting for you!"
Hermione sighed. She really missed Ron.. And even tough she knew they can't be together, she wanted him there with her. She missed the way he made her laugh in his foolish little ways, and how he always looked at here in his Ron-ish way.
She sighed again. "I'm coming mom!"
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Harry looked around, sat back and smiled. He was back at the Burrow.. He was home at last, after almost two months of putting up with the horrible Dursleys.
But now he was home, and he was facing a week of pure pleasure with the family he loved the most.
He stretched his long legs before him and closed his eyes for a couple of minutes, waiting for Mrs. Weasly to come back with Ron from the garden, not noticing the red-headed girl who just walked in.
Ginny took a moment to examine the young man in front of her before she would say anything.
She hadn't seen Harry Potter only for two months, but he had changed a lot - just like her big brother Ron did, just like she did, just like their friend Hermione Granger did - just like anyone who's been in that big battle a month before last year's last term ended did - The battle in which Harry - along with their help - ruined He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named and finished the War that had just begun.
His height and slim figure was the first thing she noticed, even though Harry was sitting. He was definitely taller, she pointed out to herself. His stretched legs reached all the way to the other side of the table. And it was clear he had lost a lot of weight.
His shoulders were broader, she noticed next. His arms more muscular. He's probably been working out, she thought, and chocked on a giggle.
His hair was as black and wild as ever - a thing Ginny thought made him extremely cute - but his face were different. His jaw was squarer than it was, and Ginny could see the tracks of that night coned in his face.
She stepped closer to him. "Harry..?" She said cautiously, not wanting to wake him up if he had fallen asleep.
Harry opened his eyes. A big smile appeared on his thin, beautifully-carved lips. "Gin, hey!" He said brightly, and stood up so he could hug her.
Ginny glared at him. He was A LOT taller!
Harry chuckled at her amazement. "185 cm, Gin" He smiled proudly. "They really do feed me quite good, the Dursleys, even though your mom thinks differently." He said in a sort of an apology. "Especially since that warning Mad-Eye gave them at the end of the fifth year!"
Ginny laughed. "I can see that!"
Harry's smile deepened, and he swept her in a warm hug, lifting her a few inches above the ground.
Ginny laughed and hugged him back, right when Ron came in, his broom on his shoulder.
He smiled to himself as he saw Harry and his sister hugging and laughing. "Hullo mate! Had a good time with the muggles?"
Harry smiled and put Ginny down. "Yeah, Like that's possible. How 'bout you?" He stepped towards his friend and dabbed his shoulder fondly.
"Well, you know. All as usual. Hey, care for a bit of Quidditch before lunch?"
"Sure!! Let me just get my Firebolt from upstairs."
"I'm playing too!" announced Ginny.
"Oh, no you're not!" said Fred, who just entered the kitchen, followed by his twin brother George. They both smiled at Harry, eyes twinkling. "Hey there, Harry! How'r'ya?"
Harry smiled. "Fine, thanks! How's it going with the Joke Shop?"
George smiled mischievously. "Really good! Got a few new things being developed this days, actually!" And he exchanged mysterious looks with Fred.
"Fred, I'm playing too!" Ginny said.
"You're NOT playing!" Said Ron irritably.
Harry smiled. "Oh come off it, mate. Let her play if she wants to."
"That's right!" Said Ginny in triumph. "Or you're afraid of losing, Ickle Ronnie?" She teased.
Harry snorted quietly, watching Ron's ears go red like his hair.
"Do my ears deceive me?!" Said Fred, astonished.
"Has our little sister just followed our lead of tormenting Ronnie?!" Chuckled George.
"Why, isn't that just a pure delight! I think she deserves playing now, don't you, brother?" Asked Fred.
"Right you are, brother!" Said George, and they both grabbed each of Ginny's hands and walked her out of the kitchen, laughing loudly.
Harry smiled and looked at Ron, who watched them leave, fuming. "Relax, mate. They're just teasing."
Ron mumbled something. Harry turned to go upstairs and get his Firebolt, when Ron spoke.
"Umm, Harry. Have you heard anything from.. From Hermione? She.. Hadn't written to me all summer."
Harry felt a sharp stab in his heart when Ron mentioned their friend's name, but overcame it and kept his face expressionless, as if his stomach didn't just make a few painful flip-flops. "Yeah, we wrote each other a couple of times. She told me she is not coming here this year. Did you two have another row or something?"
"No." Said Ron, and immediately looked the other direction. "Nothing happened."
Harry knew he was lying, but Hermione was a painful subject that he didn't want to discuss, so he smiled faintly and hurried up the stairs to get his Firebolt.
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Author's Note: So, I know it was a bit short and lousy but hey - it's my first chapter ever :]
Again, sorry if there are mistakes, I'm trying hard to correct everything! I'll try to update soon, cant wait for your reviews :]] xxxxxx Alice
Also, I'm really sorry if there's any grammar/spelling mistakes - I double checked every sentence, but English isn't my first language so I guess there's a few mistakes left.
Can't wait for your reviews!
DISCLAIMER: nothing in this story is mine (unfortunately). Everything belongs to J.K Rowling and her wonderful imagination. I am making no money whatsoever writing this story. Plz don't sue me
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Chapter 1 - Feelings
"Hermione dear, are you ready to go?" Mrs. Granger's head popped into the room.
Hermione raised her head from the book she was holding - "The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 7" - and smiled. "Sure mom. I'll be right there."
Mrs. Granger smiled and left the room.
Hermione closed the book, walked to the mirror that stood against the wall, and surveyed her reflection a long sceptic look.
Looking back from the mirror was a slim, 170 cm height 17-year-old-girl, with a pair of wise chocolate-brown eyes and waist-long curly brown hair. She had thin eyebrows, long black eyelashes, and red lips. Her skin was smooth and tanned.
All in all, Hermione Granger was really pretty. Only she wasn't aware of it, since this beauty jumped on her out of nowhere only in the last 3 of 4 months, along with the appearance of those desired curves every young woman wish for. Being always the average-looking-girl, Hermione was never classified as 'the pretty one', but as 'the cleverest one' - and she was very proud of it, of course. But sometimes she wished people would look beyond her wisdom and good grades, and treat her like the young woman she was, and not like the "smartest witch in Hogwarts".
As the thought of Hogwarts floated in her mind, Hermione was reminded of her two best friends - Harry Potter and Ron Weasly. And along with that thought came the memory of the night three months ago, in London. The night they ruined Lord Voldemort. Hermione eliminated that awful memory from her mind quickly, not wanting to deal with it right at that moment. Instead, she focused hard on the thought of her two best friends.
The last time she saw both of them was two months ago, in King's Cross Train Station, where they said good-bye for the summer and walked away, each with their family. From what Harry told her in his last letter, he was supposed to come and stay at Ron's today.
She didn't hear from Ron for a while, though. They tried to write each other and act as if everything was normal, but the truth was that none of them could forget what happened the night when the last term ended. Hermione touched her lips gently and couldn't help reminiscing.
***
"Hermione? What are you doing here? Why aren't you down at the feast?"
Hermione turned around quickly.
"Oh, Ron, it's you! You startled me.. Umm, I just went here to check I'm all packed!" She faked a cheerful tone and turned away immediately as she saw his blue eyes looking at her.
Ron came closer and sat next to her. "Umm, Hermione, we need to talk. there's something I've been meaning to tell you - - "
Hermione got up at once. Her heart was beating way too fast. "NO! I mean.. No, we mustn't talk about this now, because.. Because.. The feast! And - and - and Harry! Harry is waiting! You remember Harry, Right?" She chuckled nervously. "Yeah... Well. I think I'll return to the feast now.." She turned and made her way towards the portrait hole when Ron suddenly grabbed her elbow and turned her around to face him.
And before she knew what was happening, his lips were against hers, and his arms tightened around here waist.
She tried to resist, really, but then she realized that her fingers were going through his hair and that she was kissing him back. She just couldn't help it. His lips were so soft.
"A-hem!" they heard someone coughing loudly and broke apart in panic, but to their relief it was only Ginny, Ron's younger sister. "Sorry to interrupt you too, Harry and I were wondering where you went to.. But I can leave if you want.." Her eyes twinkled.
"No.. no need to, Gin.." Ron mumbled, his ears reddening. He looked at Hermione from the corner of his eye.
"I.. I have to go." Blurted Hermione, and stormed out of the common room.
***
"Hermione dear, we're waiting for you!"
Hermione sighed. She really missed Ron.. And even tough she knew they can't be together, she wanted him there with her. She missed the way he made her laugh in his foolish little ways, and how he always looked at here in his Ron-ish way.
She sighed again. "I'm coming mom!"
~~~~~
Harry looked around, sat back and smiled. He was back at the Burrow.. He was home at last, after almost two months of putting up with the horrible Dursleys.
But now he was home, and he was facing a week of pure pleasure with the family he loved the most.
He stretched his long legs before him and closed his eyes for a couple of minutes, waiting for Mrs. Weasly to come back with Ron from the garden, not noticing the red-headed girl who just walked in.
Ginny took a moment to examine the young man in front of her before she would say anything.
She hadn't seen Harry Potter only for two months, but he had changed a lot - just like her big brother Ron did, just like she did, just like their friend Hermione Granger did - just like anyone who's been in that big battle a month before last year's last term ended did - The battle in which Harry - along with their help - ruined He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named and finished the War that had just begun.
His height and slim figure was the first thing she noticed, even though Harry was sitting. He was definitely taller, she pointed out to herself. His stretched legs reached all the way to the other side of the table. And it was clear he had lost a lot of weight.
His shoulders were broader, she noticed next. His arms more muscular. He's probably been working out, she thought, and chocked on a giggle.
His hair was as black and wild as ever - a thing Ginny thought made him extremely cute - but his face were different. His jaw was squarer than it was, and Ginny could see the tracks of that night coned in his face.
She stepped closer to him. "Harry..?" She said cautiously, not wanting to wake him up if he had fallen asleep.
Harry opened his eyes. A big smile appeared on his thin, beautifully-carved lips. "Gin, hey!" He said brightly, and stood up so he could hug her.
Ginny glared at him. He was A LOT taller!
Harry chuckled at her amazement. "185 cm, Gin" He smiled proudly. "They really do feed me quite good, the Dursleys, even though your mom thinks differently." He said in a sort of an apology. "Especially since that warning Mad-Eye gave them at the end of the fifth year!"
Ginny laughed. "I can see that!"
Harry's smile deepened, and he swept her in a warm hug, lifting her a few inches above the ground.
Ginny laughed and hugged him back, right when Ron came in, his broom on his shoulder.
He smiled to himself as he saw Harry and his sister hugging and laughing. "Hullo mate! Had a good time with the muggles?"
Harry smiled and put Ginny down. "Yeah, Like that's possible. How 'bout you?" He stepped towards his friend and dabbed his shoulder fondly.
"Well, you know. All as usual. Hey, care for a bit of Quidditch before lunch?"
"Sure!! Let me just get my Firebolt from upstairs."
"I'm playing too!" announced Ginny.
"Oh, no you're not!" said Fred, who just entered the kitchen, followed by his twin brother George. They both smiled at Harry, eyes twinkling. "Hey there, Harry! How'r'ya?"
Harry smiled. "Fine, thanks! How's it going with the Joke Shop?"
George smiled mischievously. "Really good! Got a few new things being developed this days, actually!" And he exchanged mysterious looks with Fred.
"Fred, I'm playing too!" Ginny said.
"You're NOT playing!" Said Ron irritably.
Harry smiled. "Oh come off it, mate. Let her play if she wants to."
"That's right!" Said Ginny in triumph. "Or you're afraid of losing, Ickle Ronnie?" She teased.
Harry snorted quietly, watching Ron's ears go red like his hair.
"Do my ears deceive me?!" Said Fred, astonished.
"Has our little sister just followed our lead of tormenting Ronnie?!" Chuckled George.
"Why, isn't that just a pure delight! I think she deserves playing now, don't you, brother?" Asked Fred.
"Right you are, brother!" Said George, and they both grabbed each of Ginny's hands and walked her out of the kitchen, laughing loudly.
Harry smiled and looked at Ron, who watched them leave, fuming. "Relax, mate. They're just teasing."
Ron mumbled something. Harry turned to go upstairs and get his Firebolt, when Ron spoke.
"Umm, Harry. Have you heard anything from.. From Hermione? She.. Hadn't written to me all summer."
Harry felt a sharp stab in his heart when Ron mentioned their friend's name, but overcame it and kept his face expressionless, as if his stomach didn't just make a few painful flip-flops. "Yeah, we wrote each other a couple of times. She told me she is not coming here this year. Did you two have another row or something?"
"No." Said Ron, and immediately looked the other direction. "Nothing happened."
Harry knew he was lying, but Hermione was a painful subject that he didn't want to discuss, so he smiled faintly and hurried up the stairs to get his Firebolt.
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Author's Note: So, I know it was a bit short and lousy but hey - it's my first chapter ever :]
Again, sorry if there are mistakes, I'm trying hard to correct everything! I'll try to update soon, cant wait for your reviews :]] xxxxxx Alice