If Only
A/N: I don't think I'll be writing multiple-chaptered stories anytime soon, too tedious and stuff like that. I'll be writing ficlets from now on, maybe I'll write something longer when I get a good plot that I can expand. I got the title from Tiffany's song If Only, you should listen to it but it has nothing to do with the story. Hope you like it! R/R!
A pair of black Mary Janes tread along the plush maroon carpet, making disappearing indents in it.
Hogwarts Head Girl, Hermione Leah Granger, was out after hours, alone. Just a few months before, she would never have committed such an offence without her two best friends dragging her along with them, but that was before it happened.
Hermione stepped silently, a feather-light piece of silvery cloth draped over her petite build. She had been perfectly normal before it happened. She was what everyone knew her as, mousy, bookish Hermione Granger. She usually had her face hidden behind an encyclopedia-thick book, claiming that she was only doing some light reading. She always looked the same, her hair always in a neat, tight bun, nothing very fancy. She hardly ever thought about make-up, clothes or boys.
Well, perhaps she did go through a big change in the 4th year for the Yule Ball, but that was partially out of spite for Harry and Ron. They had seemed like as if they hadn't realized that she was a girl until they found out Viktor Krum had asked her to the Yule ball. Unfortunately, the change hadn't lasted long and she was back to her normal self quicker than you could say 'Transfiguration'.
Contrary to popular belief, Hermione never had feelings for Romanian Quidditch superstar, Viktor Krum. He had pursued her but had been rejected. Sure, she had enjoyed the first time someone had admired her but he just wasn't her type.
She had also dated her best friend, Ronald, for a while, but he was too hyper and lively for her. They fell out after a week.
Looking down at the old, yellowing piece of parchment she had clutched in her hands, she saw, scribbled in tiny but neat script, the password to a room forbidden to her. But that was it. She was rebelling because it happened. She was changing for real this time, because Hermione Leah was in love.
She stood there for a moment, pondering if she should continue. She loved everything about the room's owner. Everything from his smile to the warm pools of melted chocolate that resided in his eyes. She especially loved his husky, almost growl-like voice. Maybe you would call it infatuation, but Miss Granger knew very well that she was madly in love.
She drew in a deep breath and seriously considered turning back and going to her dormitory. Her heart was beating madly and her palms were slick with perspiration. She inhaled another deep breath and mumbled 'Wolfsbane' to the portrait of a grand looking gentleman sitting in a large red chair. It swung open and she tiptoed into the dark red furnished room.
She looked around, taking in her surroundings. Then, she turned to the large, cushy bed by the side of the room, it was empty, and she hadn't expected that. She took off the cloak and folded it neatly over her arm, making part of her arm disappear. There were dozens of photographs, on the walls, bureaus and side tables. Smiling and laughing people were in those photographs.
She lay on the bed and inhaled the scent from the covers. She loved the way he smelt, musky and mysterious. She sighed and took the picture from the bedside table. The man she was pining away for was in the picture, he looked much younger, a wide grin plastered onto his face. Her heart broke every time he passed her in the hallways, knowing she could not have him.
She made a copy of the picture and slipped it under her cloak.
"I wish you would love me like I love you. I wish we could be together. I wish I wouldn't hurt this bad. That's three wishes, now where's that genie, " She whispered to no one in particular.
"Even a genie could not make you love me. Not even cupid. I'm just stupid, bookworm Granger. No one will ever love me that way," she continued.
"If you only knew how much I love you," came the whisper as she walked out of the room, longing to go back and to breathe his musky scent that intoxicated her senses, making her unable to think straight.
A solitary tear slid down and splashed onto the floor. Someone was pressed against the wall in the shadows, a yellowing piece of ancient-looking parchment in his hands, the original map.
"If only you knew that I love you too," Remus Lupin breathed, tears now freely falling from his eyes.
A/N: So, what do you think? Is it expandable? I think it could go a bit longer. R/R! Tell me k?
A/N: I don't think I'll be writing multiple-chaptered stories anytime soon, too tedious and stuff like that. I'll be writing ficlets from now on, maybe I'll write something longer when I get a good plot that I can expand. I got the title from Tiffany's song If Only, you should listen to it but it has nothing to do with the story. Hope you like it! R/R!
A pair of black Mary Janes tread along the plush maroon carpet, making disappearing indents in it.
Hogwarts Head Girl, Hermione Leah Granger, was out after hours, alone. Just a few months before, she would never have committed such an offence without her two best friends dragging her along with them, but that was before it happened.
Hermione stepped silently, a feather-light piece of silvery cloth draped over her petite build. She had been perfectly normal before it happened. She was what everyone knew her as, mousy, bookish Hermione Granger. She usually had her face hidden behind an encyclopedia-thick book, claiming that she was only doing some light reading. She always looked the same, her hair always in a neat, tight bun, nothing very fancy. She hardly ever thought about make-up, clothes or boys.
Well, perhaps she did go through a big change in the 4th year for the Yule Ball, but that was partially out of spite for Harry and Ron. They had seemed like as if they hadn't realized that she was a girl until they found out Viktor Krum had asked her to the Yule ball. Unfortunately, the change hadn't lasted long and she was back to her normal self quicker than you could say 'Transfiguration'.
Contrary to popular belief, Hermione never had feelings for Romanian Quidditch superstar, Viktor Krum. He had pursued her but had been rejected. Sure, she had enjoyed the first time someone had admired her but he just wasn't her type.
She had also dated her best friend, Ronald, for a while, but he was too hyper and lively for her. They fell out after a week.
Looking down at the old, yellowing piece of parchment she had clutched in her hands, she saw, scribbled in tiny but neat script, the password to a room forbidden to her. But that was it. She was rebelling because it happened. She was changing for real this time, because Hermione Leah was in love.
She stood there for a moment, pondering if she should continue. She loved everything about the room's owner. Everything from his smile to the warm pools of melted chocolate that resided in his eyes. She especially loved his husky, almost growl-like voice. Maybe you would call it infatuation, but Miss Granger knew very well that she was madly in love.
She drew in a deep breath and seriously considered turning back and going to her dormitory. Her heart was beating madly and her palms were slick with perspiration. She inhaled another deep breath and mumbled 'Wolfsbane' to the portrait of a grand looking gentleman sitting in a large red chair. It swung open and she tiptoed into the dark red furnished room.
She looked around, taking in her surroundings. Then, she turned to the large, cushy bed by the side of the room, it was empty, and she hadn't expected that. She took off the cloak and folded it neatly over her arm, making part of her arm disappear. There were dozens of photographs, on the walls, bureaus and side tables. Smiling and laughing people were in those photographs.
She lay on the bed and inhaled the scent from the covers. She loved the way he smelt, musky and mysterious. She sighed and took the picture from the bedside table. The man she was pining away for was in the picture, he looked much younger, a wide grin plastered onto his face. Her heart broke every time he passed her in the hallways, knowing she could not have him.
She made a copy of the picture and slipped it under her cloak.
"I wish you would love me like I love you. I wish we could be together. I wish I wouldn't hurt this bad. That's three wishes, now where's that genie, " She whispered to no one in particular.
"Even a genie could not make you love me. Not even cupid. I'm just stupid, bookworm Granger. No one will ever love me that way," she continued.
"If you only knew how much I love you," came the whisper as she walked out of the room, longing to go back and to breathe his musky scent that intoxicated her senses, making her unable to think straight.
A solitary tear slid down and splashed onto the floor. Someone was pressed against the wall in the shadows, a yellowing piece of ancient-looking parchment in his hands, the original map.
"If only you knew that I love you too," Remus Lupin breathed, tears now freely falling from his eyes.
A/N: So, what do you think? Is it expandable? I think it could go a bit longer. R/R! Tell me k?