Chapter 1.
Hermione Granger looked over her Arithmacy book at her 2 best friends. Ron Weasly was muttering under his breathe about the 2 foot essay they were assigned in Potions today. "Stupid old fart.ugly, greasy monkey. 'Great Potion Malfoy' My ARSE!!" he grumbled as he flicked through his 'extremely' useful notes. Most of the pieces of parchment had scribbles and graffiti over it like: "GREAT GRYFFINDOR BEAT SLIMY, STUCK UP SLYTHERIN. Malfoy mistakes rock for the snitch. (Then in small writing underneath "Come on. I mean how thick can you get? A rock is NOTHING like a snitch! I mean for god sake, next he'll find a frog and say its prince charming!) There was a letter/chat with Harry saying 'Harry?' 'Yeah Ron?' 'Who do you like?' 'Well, I definitely don't like Snape. I like professor Sprout when she's in a good mood and.' 'Harry?' 'Yeah?' 'I mean girls.' 'o' 'well?' 'I can't tell you.' 'Why not? I'll tell you who I like.' 'Ron?' 'Yeah Mate?!' 'Everyone knows who you like.' 'Why?! Who?! How?!' 'Ron. Lav IS your girlfriend.' 'O Yeah!' 'Lol' 'shut up!' Another piece of parchment had two drawings of hearts in the corners. One had the initials R.W + L.B and the other had H.P + then a big scribble. Why doesn't he pay ANY attention in class? Hermione thought wearily. She focused her attention on her other best friend Harry Potter. He was frowning as he read over her potions notes. She had let Harry use them because she and Ron were having one of their usual arguments again. Hermione studied his face. She had grown older. He no longer was the little boy from in the cupboard under the stairs but a young and quite handsome young man. His unruly black hair was still as messy as ever, sticking out at odd ends but Hermione wouldn't have it another way. Harry's fringe went down a few centimeters away from his eyebrows. Hermione could vaguely see the famous scar hidden behind his hair on his forehead. Harry's emerald green eyes were shinning through his wire-rimmed glasses which were now getting a bit small. Note: New Glasses for Christmas. Hermione noted. Now, Harry's jaw was squarer but not so that it looked.disoriented. Hermione's eyes traveled down to Harry's neck were a thin, silver chain could be seen. This chain held on it a promise ring that he had bought the 3-som. Harry gave Ron and Hermione them at the end of 3rd year so they would always be together and they would know if one of them was in trouble or danger was approaching them. Hermione was surprised that they all still wore it (chain or finger) after 4 years. Hermione noticed the muscles in which Harry had developed in his 7 years of Quidditch. She saw Harry's arm and chest muscles ripples (A/n Use your imagination) against his black, tight t-shirt as he sat forward in his chair at the desk which had all their school crap on it. What would I give to be in those arms?! Hermione mentally sighed. She had been having thoughts of this type since 2nd Year. It's true that she had started to have feelings for Harry. Not the friendship type, a bit stronger. She had only told 3 people about these feelings. Her mum, (that's obvious why.) Sirius and Ron. Since Sirius was in her 5th year he had become so much closer to her. He was like an older brother and was very close to Harry as well. He had tried to convince Hermione to admit her feelings (because HE knew that Harry felt the same.) to Harry she had refused. What if he doesn't like her the way she does him? The reason Ron knew was mainly the same reason as Sirius. Ron is her Hogwarts brother. They get along like brothers and sisters as well. Hermione must have been staring at Harry for awhile because he turned his gaze to her. He smiled his 'smile' and Hermione thought she was going to melt then and there. She grinned at Harry. They both just looked at each other from across the small table. They kept gazing into each others eyes until Ron slammed his potions book down. Harry and Hermione jumped at this. "THAT'S IT!!! I've had it! Why do they give us heaps of homework when the Christmas holidays begin tomorrow!!! I could be doing something interesting in this common room like.painting the walls of playing chess or something!!" He yelled as he stood up, knocking over the table, causing parchment, quills, ink and books to go flying. The whole common room fell silent. The all started to go up to their dorms, knowing the trio needed sometime to themselves. "Great Ron you big prat!" Hermione shrilled as she crouched down and picked up a library book 'Finding the Formula' by Felicity Found which had ink spilt over it. "It's not my fault! It's.Harry's! It's his ink!" Ron complained. "Oh bloody hell Ron, it wasn't Harry and you know it!" she snapped back. "Sure, Harry's little-" "Will you both stop it please?! I can't stand it!" Harry said a little louder than intended. "Sorry. I'm just tired. Maybe I'll head back to the heads common room." Harry said, grabbing all of his things. Harry and Hermione were head boy and girl and because they are both in Gryffindor they have to share a room and a common room so basically they just share the whole heads area. Harry enjoyed Hermione's company. He even thinks.no knows that he has fallen for his best friend. The reason Harry and Hermione were in the Gryffindor common room because tonight was the last night before Ron went home for Christmas. "I'll come with you Harry." Hermione said, quickly picking up all her things. "Now Ron, you will clean this mess up. You might want to fix the tables back left leg while you're at it. Now also Harry and I will meet you here tomorrow at 10 am sharp to see you off on the train. Okay? Okay!" Hermione told Ron rather quickly then turned on her heels and headed out of the common room to find Harry waiting for her, casually leaning against the wall. They walked in silence down the spiral staircase (A/N: I'm imaging the castle like in H.P.C.O.S computer game.) then down a small corridor till they came to a picture of a brown coloured wolf and a black one too. "Jingle Bells" Hermione whispered as the painting opened like a door and they stepped into their common room. Hermione walked over and sat on the long red couch with all her school things on the coffee table to the left. Harry followed suit. They sat there in silence until Hermione said "I thought you wanted to go to bed?" she turned and looked at him. The reflection of the fire was dancing upon his face and he looked absolutely handsome. "I only said that so I could talk to you. Alone." He confessed, turning his gaze away from the fire to her cinnamon eyes. She looks so beautiful with the fire upon her face. he thought as he moved to sit Indian style (like you had to in primary school!?) with his back against the arm of the lounge/couch/whatever you want to call it. "What did you want to talk about Harry?" Hermione asked as she moved to sit the same way he was. Their knees were touching. "Well.er. I wanted to know if you.um." he started, becoming interested in his shoe lace. "Yes Harry?" "Well, er, do you like someone at school here?" he blurted out, finally looking at her. "Well of course I do!! I like Ron and you and-'' "No I mean as in fancy someone 'Mione." He confirmed. "Oh" there was silence for a few minutes. "You don't have to tell me. That's your business. I shouldn't have even asked this stupid question." "No! It's not stupid. And I'll answer it." Hermione said. She sighed "But I don't think I can tell you his name just yet." She said looking up at him. He looked deep into her eyes. 'They're so mesmerizing.' he thought. "Well then, maybe I can guess? Or ask questions or something? If you like." He suggested. "You can ask questions if you like." Hermione smiled. Harry felt his whole body warm up. "Okay, um. Do I know this guy?" He asked. 'I better bloody not' he thought. Hermione nodded. 'Damn' 'You better Harry because he's you!' "Right, Okay. Is he in Gryffindor?" Hermione nodded again. "Is he in our year?" "Yep" "Okay, so far I know this guy, he's in Gryffindor and in 7th year. Um can you tell me what he's like?" Harry asked. "Okay. Well, he's caring, friendly, loyal and funny. He cares for his friends and hates Snape but then who in Gryffindor doesn't?!" she said, ticking them off her fingers. Harry thought this over then it hit him. His eyes snapped to Hermione. "Is it Ron?" he said hoarsely. Hermione burst out laughing. "What? What's so funny?!" Harry mumbled, blushing furiously.
Hermione Granger looked over her Arithmacy book at her 2 best friends. Ron Weasly was muttering under his breathe about the 2 foot essay they were assigned in Potions today. "Stupid old fart.ugly, greasy monkey. 'Great Potion Malfoy' My ARSE!!" he grumbled as he flicked through his 'extremely' useful notes. Most of the pieces of parchment had scribbles and graffiti over it like: "GREAT GRYFFINDOR BEAT SLIMY, STUCK UP SLYTHERIN. Malfoy mistakes rock for the snitch. (Then in small writing underneath "Come on. I mean how thick can you get? A rock is NOTHING like a snitch! I mean for god sake, next he'll find a frog and say its prince charming!) There was a letter/chat with Harry saying 'Harry?' 'Yeah Ron?' 'Who do you like?' 'Well, I definitely don't like Snape. I like professor Sprout when she's in a good mood and.' 'Harry?' 'Yeah?' 'I mean girls.' 'o' 'well?' 'I can't tell you.' 'Why not? I'll tell you who I like.' 'Ron?' 'Yeah Mate?!' 'Everyone knows who you like.' 'Why?! Who?! How?!' 'Ron. Lav IS your girlfriend.' 'O Yeah!' 'Lol' 'shut up!' Another piece of parchment had two drawings of hearts in the corners. One had the initials R.W + L.B and the other had H.P + then a big scribble. Why doesn't he pay ANY attention in class? Hermione thought wearily. She focused her attention on her other best friend Harry Potter. He was frowning as he read over her potions notes. She had let Harry use them because she and Ron were having one of their usual arguments again. Hermione studied his face. She had grown older. He no longer was the little boy from in the cupboard under the stairs but a young and quite handsome young man. His unruly black hair was still as messy as ever, sticking out at odd ends but Hermione wouldn't have it another way. Harry's fringe went down a few centimeters away from his eyebrows. Hermione could vaguely see the famous scar hidden behind his hair on his forehead. Harry's emerald green eyes were shinning through his wire-rimmed glasses which were now getting a bit small. Note: New Glasses for Christmas. Hermione noted. Now, Harry's jaw was squarer but not so that it looked.disoriented. Hermione's eyes traveled down to Harry's neck were a thin, silver chain could be seen. This chain held on it a promise ring that he had bought the 3-som. Harry gave Ron and Hermione them at the end of 3rd year so they would always be together and they would know if one of them was in trouble or danger was approaching them. Hermione was surprised that they all still wore it (chain or finger) after 4 years. Hermione noticed the muscles in which Harry had developed in his 7 years of Quidditch. She saw Harry's arm and chest muscles ripples (A/n Use your imagination) against his black, tight t-shirt as he sat forward in his chair at the desk which had all their school crap on it. What would I give to be in those arms?! Hermione mentally sighed. She had been having thoughts of this type since 2nd Year. It's true that she had started to have feelings for Harry. Not the friendship type, a bit stronger. She had only told 3 people about these feelings. Her mum, (that's obvious why.) Sirius and Ron. Since Sirius was in her 5th year he had become so much closer to her. He was like an older brother and was very close to Harry as well. He had tried to convince Hermione to admit her feelings (because HE knew that Harry felt the same.) to Harry she had refused. What if he doesn't like her the way she does him? The reason Ron knew was mainly the same reason as Sirius. Ron is her Hogwarts brother. They get along like brothers and sisters as well. Hermione must have been staring at Harry for awhile because he turned his gaze to her. He smiled his 'smile' and Hermione thought she was going to melt then and there. She grinned at Harry. They both just looked at each other from across the small table. They kept gazing into each others eyes until Ron slammed his potions book down. Harry and Hermione jumped at this. "THAT'S IT!!! I've had it! Why do they give us heaps of homework when the Christmas holidays begin tomorrow!!! I could be doing something interesting in this common room like.painting the walls of playing chess or something!!" He yelled as he stood up, knocking over the table, causing parchment, quills, ink and books to go flying. The whole common room fell silent. The all started to go up to their dorms, knowing the trio needed sometime to themselves. "Great Ron you big prat!" Hermione shrilled as she crouched down and picked up a library book 'Finding the Formula' by Felicity Found which had ink spilt over it. "It's not my fault! It's.Harry's! It's his ink!" Ron complained. "Oh bloody hell Ron, it wasn't Harry and you know it!" she snapped back. "Sure, Harry's little-" "Will you both stop it please?! I can't stand it!" Harry said a little louder than intended. "Sorry. I'm just tired. Maybe I'll head back to the heads common room." Harry said, grabbing all of his things. Harry and Hermione were head boy and girl and because they are both in Gryffindor they have to share a room and a common room so basically they just share the whole heads area. Harry enjoyed Hermione's company. He even thinks.no knows that he has fallen for his best friend. The reason Harry and Hermione were in the Gryffindor common room because tonight was the last night before Ron went home for Christmas. "I'll come with you Harry." Hermione said, quickly picking up all her things. "Now Ron, you will clean this mess up. You might want to fix the tables back left leg while you're at it. Now also Harry and I will meet you here tomorrow at 10 am sharp to see you off on the train. Okay? Okay!" Hermione told Ron rather quickly then turned on her heels and headed out of the common room to find Harry waiting for her, casually leaning against the wall. They walked in silence down the spiral staircase (A/N: I'm imaging the castle like in H.P.C.O.S computer game.) then down a small corridor till they came to a picture of a brown coloured wolf and a black one too. "Jingle Bells" Hermione whispered as the painting opened like a door and they stepped into their common room. Hermione walked over and sat on the long red couch with all her school things on the coffee table to the left. Harry followed suit. They sat there in silence until Hermione said "I thought you wanted to go to bed?" she turned and looked at him. The reflection of the fire was dancing upon his face and he looked absolutely handsome. "I only said that so I could talk to you. Alone." He confessed, turning his gaze away from the fire to her cinnamon eyes. She looks so beautiful with the fire upon her face. he thought as he moved to sit Indian style (like you had to in primary school!?) with his back against the arm of the lounge/couch/whatever you want to call it. "What did you want to talk about Harry?" Hermione asked as she moved to sit the same way he was. Their knees were touching. "Well.er. I wanted to know if you.um." he started, becoming interested in his shoe lace. "Yes Harry?" "Well, er, do you like someone at school here?" he blurted out, finally looking at her. "Well of course I do!! I like Ron and you and-'' "No I mean as in fancy someone 'Mione." He confirmed. "Oh" there was silence for a few minutes. "You don't have to tell me. That's your business. I shouldn't have even asked this stupid question." "No! It's not stupid. And I'll answer it." Hermione said. She sighed "But I don't think I can tell you his name just yet." She said looking up at him. He looked deep into her eyes. 'They're so mesmerizing.' he thought. "Well then, maybe I can guess? Or ask questions or something? If you like." He suggested. "You can ask questions if you like." Hermione smiled. Harry felt his whole body warm up. "Okay, um. Do I know this guy?" He asked. 'I better bloody not' he thought. Hermione nodded. 'Damn' 'You better Harry because he's you!' "Right, Okay. Is he in Gryffindor?" Hermione nodded again. "Is he in our year?" "Yep" "Okay, so far I know this guy, he's in Gryffindor and in 7th year. Um can you tell me what he's like?" Harry asked. "Okay. Well, he's caring, friendly, loyal and funny. He cares for his friends and hates Snape but then who in Gryffindor doesn't?!" she said, ticking them off her fingers. Harry thought this over then it hit him. His eyes snapped to Hermione. "Is it Ron?" he said hoarsely. Hermione burst out laughing. "What? What's so funny?!" Harry mumbled, blushing furiously.