Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any other part of J. K. Rowling's
magical world.
:: Author's note: Hey guys, this is my first fic. ever! Wow, I am so new at this so if it sucks, don't hesitate to say so in the review! ::
"Hermione? Hello, earth to Hermione Granger" Hermione found herself being snapped back into reality. It was 1:00 P.M. and she, along with the rest of the students, were on they're way back to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for another year, another controversy, and another adventure. The Hogwarts Express was gently whipping by picture-perfect scenes of lush, rolling hills, and magnificent mountains. The scenery was positively breathtaking.
Unfortunately for her, Hermione wasn't paying attention to any of it. She was lost, in her daydreams and was reminiscing on the events of the past summer. More specifically, she was remembering that faithful day when Harry confessed his deepest feelings for her.
It was an absolutely horrid summer day, the rain pounded on the windows and the sky was black as night. She was spending the last month of summer at the Burrow, with Harry and the whole Weasley family. Arthur Weasley suddenly had a brilliant muggle-based idea. He had just read a new book entitled, "Becoming One with your Inner Muggle" and had read about how they would collect twigs and brush, and light it to make a cozy fire in the fireplace. Arthur figured that would be the best way to brighten everyones spirits, despite Hermione's desperate attempts to tell him wet wood wouldn't burn well. Unfortunately, Arthur took this for volunteering to collect the wood and asked for any other willing voulenteers. Harry imediately shot up his hand, and thus, ended up going with Hermione into the rain.
Although the rain kept coming steadily down, it was quite warm outside. "Over here Herm, I'm sure we'll find some twigs in there" Harry said pointing to a small wood. Hermione obliged, and followed Harry into the small forest. After they had fully entered the woods, Hermione decided to break the silence. "So." She said, "How's life treating you?" "Eh" replied Harry; his answer was far insignificant to what Hermione was looking for. For the last few weeks, it seemed as though Harry couldn't talk to her, it was as though he was hiding something from her and the rest of the world. "Oh." Hermione muttered, slightly disappointed. Sure enough, there was quiet once more. "Well, I'm sure glad Dumbledore is coming back this year." She prayed for a decent response out of Harry. "Yah." replied Harry, not an once of emotion in his voice. They continued picking up twigs and other brush around the forest floor in pure silence for a good ten minutes. "Harry?" "Harry, what's wrong with you lately?" What are you not telling me?" At these words, Harry's pace quickened. Shocked, Hermione kept up with him as his speed gradually increased. "Harry! Get back here Harry!" Hermione had had it. "WHAT THE HELL IS ON YOUR MIND LATELY HARRY?!"
He stopped dead in his tracks, dropped the wood and turned to face her. "I." he stammered "I can't tell you." Hermione was bemused. "Harry, you've always been able to confide in me, you can tell me anything and I'll listen to you." By now, the two of them were drenched, and any non-oblivious person would have seen the look of wanting in Harry's eyes. Out of no where, Harry gently guided Hermione to a tree. "I, I think I'm in love with you Hermione Granger." She felt him brush his lips on hers, and was momentarily startled, but instantly she felt a feeling of pure passion towards one her closest friends. She was so new to this, yet she felt she knew exactly where to go, and what to do. She did something she wasn't expecting to do, she kissed him back. She felt pure bliss kissing him there, in the pouring rain, keeping each other warm through their sweet embrace. It was then that Hermione declared to herself, she was in love, with none other than Harry Potter.
:: Author's note: Hey guys, this is my first fic. ever! Wow, I am so new at this so if it sucks, don't hesitate to say so in the review! ::
"Hermione? Hello, earth to Hermione Granger" Hermione found herself being snapped back into reality. It was 1:00 P.M. and she, along with the rest of the students, were on they're way back to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for another year, another controversy, and another adventure. The Hogwarts Express was gently whipping by picture-perfect scenes of lush, rolling hills, and magnificent mountains. The scenery was positively breathtaking.
Unfortunately for her, Hermione wasn't paying attention to any of it. She was lost, in her daydreams and was reminiscing on the events of the past summer. More specifically, she was remembering that faithful day when Harry confessed his deepest feelings for her.
It was an absolutely horrid summer day, the rain pounded on the windows and the sky was black as night. She was spending the last month of summer at the Burrow, with Harry and the whole Weasley family. Arthur Weasley suddenly had a brilliant muggle-based idea. He had just read a new book entitled, "Becoming One with your Inner Muggle" and had read about how they would collect twigs and brush, and light it to make a cozy fire in the fireplace. Arthur figured that would be the best way to brighten everyones spirits, despite Hermione's desperate attempts to tell him wet wood wouldn't burn well. Unfortunately, Arthur took this for volunteering to collect the wood and asked for any other willing voulenteers. Harry imediately shot up his hand, and thus, ended up going with Hermione into the rain.
Although the rain kept coming steadily down, it was quite warm outside. "Over here Herm, I'm sure we'll find some twigs in there" Harry said pointing to a small wood. Hermione obliged, and followed Harry into the small forest. After they had fully entered the woods, Hermione decided to break the silence. "So." She said, "How's life treating you?" "Eh" replied Harry; his answer was far insignificant to what Hermione was looking for. For the last few weeks, it seemed as though Harry couldn't talk to her, it was as though he was hiding something from her and the rest of the world. "Oh." Hermione muttered, slightly disappointed. Sure enough, there was quiet once more. "Well, I'm sure glad Dumbledore is coming back this year." She prayed for a decent response out of Harry. "Yah." replied Harry, not an once of emotion in his voice. They continued picking up twigs and other brush around the forest floor in pure silence for a good ten minutes. "Harry?" "Harry, what's wrong with you lately?" What are you not telling me?" At these words, Harry's pace quickened. Shocked, Hermione kept up with him as his speed gradually increased. "Harry! Get back here Harry!" Hermione had had it. "WHAT THE HELL IS ON YOUR MIND LATELY HARRY?!"
He stopped dead in his tracks, dropped the wood and turned to face her. "I." he stammered "I can't tell you." Hermione was bemused. "Harry, you've always been able to confide in me, you can tell me anything and I'll listen to you." By now, the two of them were drenched, and any non-oblivious person would have seen the look of wanting in Harry's eyes. Out of no where, Harry gently guided Hermione to a tree. "I, I think I'm in love with you Hermione Granger." She felt him brush his lips on hers, and was momentarily startled, but instantly she felt a feeling of pure passion towards one her closest friends. She was so new to this, yet she felt she knew exactly where to go, and what to do. She did something she wasn't expecting to do, she kissed him back. She felt pure bliss kissing him there, in the pouring rain, keeping each other warm through their sweet embrace. It was then that Hermione declared to herself, she was in love, with none other than Harry Potter.