Hey! This is one of my first Fanfics I ever wrote, and before, I put it on punkanarchist.com, and now I have had it edited and have had help from the members of that forum and feel I am ready to post it here! Hope you like it!
Hold On
Chapter One: Hating Harry
Disclaimer: All characters belong to J. K. Rowling and her publishers.
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The walls lit up as the young brunette lit the candles
hanging from the walls. The light revealed the contents of the room. A
tablecloth was laid a crossed the floor with a picnic basket in the middle.
Several red candles stood solemnly next to the basket. The young girl finally
lit the red candles and put out the match. She opened the basket and carefully
laid the china plates on the cloth. She set the silverware precisely on the
napkins. As she was preparing the food on the plates, she heard the door behind
her swing open and she heard two sets of footsteps approach.
She turned around and started to talk. "Harry, you finally-" Hermione stopped
in mid sentence. Before her stood Harry, the person she invited, who was
holding hands with the youngest Weasley, Ginny. Hermione looked from their
locked hands to each of their faces. Ginny was nervously biting her lip. Harry
had a stupid grin on his face, no doubt drunk.
"H-hey Hermi!" Harry mumbled, his words slurred
together. Hermione was glaring at the pare. Ginny
quickly brushed Harry's hand away and fumbled with her thumbs. It was
completely silent for a few moments until Hermione finally spoke.
"What the hell do you think you're doing, Harry Potter?!
I invited you here for a romantic dinner and you bring along Ginny, AND you're
drunk!" Harry's face contorted in confusion. Hermione didn't wait for him to
respond. She walked over to the picnic and murmured 'cleanius'.
The food vanished instantly and she picked up the plates. She threw them in the
wicker basket with a clatter and blew out the red candles, throwing them on top
of the plates. Harry finally got his voice back.
"What makes you t-think that I-I'm drunk!?" Harry said, sounding slightly
amused. Hermione's brow furrowed as she folded the table cloth up and closed
the basket. She turned around and faced the red head.
"What do you think you're doing here, huh?" Ginny looked up and frowned.
Hermione looked intently at her and didn't lose eye contact. Ginny opened her
mouth several times but closed it when she found she couldn't say anything.
"Well, what have you two got to say for yourselves?!" Hermione lifted the
basket and cloth and walked towards the door. Harry finally spoke up. He bit
his lip as he tried to explain.
"Well, you didn't say I couldn't bring anyone along, Hermione, you know you
didn't!" Hermione turned around and smiled calmly. Harry backed away and smiled
nervously at the brunette.
"Well, you see, it is our anniversary, so I thought we could have a romantic
dinner, just the two of us. I see I was mistaken." Harry walked towards
Hermione and tried to wrap his arm around her, but she pulled away.
"Stay away from me! I never want to see you again!" She backed away and stood
against the door. "I. . . I. . . I HATE YOU HARRY POTTER!!!" Hermione swung
open the door and ran down the corridor, tears streaming down her face.
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AN: I don't know who i'm going to pare up Hermione
with, so, if it's not asking too much, please suggest which guy she should
start to like. Thanks!