okay, this is a storry thats been bubbling dangerously in my mind for several weeks now. its my first try at POV writing. thanks to my wonderful beta reader Yma and her amazing skills
Disclaimer: if I owned the Harry Potter series, CERTAIN very WONDERFUL, very TALL, DARK, and HANDSOME, very NOBLE people would not be falling through any stupid veils
this story is in Hermione's POV and takes place in the trio's 6th year
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I walked silently down the girl's staircase, weary and frustrated. I hadn't slept at all. It was Saturday morning and I was on my way down to, as usual, meet Harry in the common room before breakfast. Oh, how I longed for the days when I went down to meet both Ron and Harry. Sure, there was that small hope that today they would both be standing there waiting for me, but my sometimes quite annoying trademark logic forced me to know better. Ron wouldn't be there, by now he was probably down in the Great Hall, nearly finished with his breakfast. I paused at the end of the spiral staircase, putting my feelings in check as I slowly pushed open the door. I took one step into the common room and was immediately aware of the presence suddenly at my side.
"Morning," Harry said softly. He took my hand in his and gave me a light kiss on the cheek. I gathered my strength for the day and met his eyes, pasting on a smile.
"Morning," I returned.
"You ready?" he asked. He looked perfect, as always; the heartthrob of 6th year. Not that he'd ever realize it. I nodded casually, and we left the common room in silence. It seemed to take an eternity to walk through the corridors of Hogwarts, people stopping and whispering as we passed. It had become well known that for the past two months Harry Potter had chosen Hermione Granger, of all people, to be his girlfriend and it was still hot news in the halls. Some were shocked, others were not. I was in the first group of thought. I looked down at Harry and my hands, locked together in a public display of togetherness, and the image seemed strange and unnatural. I thought that, after this long, that feeling would have subsided. At first I convinced my self it was natural, he had been my best friend, I just needed to adjust, and things would be okay. But since the night before we left for school, when I found Harry crying in Sirius's old room at Grimmauld Place, nothing had been okay. I had tried to comfort him, found myself at a loss for words, and before I knew it, he was kissing me, and the next morning he asked me to be his girlfriend. It had taken me by surprise, and I couldn't find any reason to say no, after all, no one else was asking me out. So I said yes. We reached the Great Hall and I was pulled from my thoughts as a red-haired figure nearly knocked me over.
"Oh, sorry, Hermione," Ron said, picking up the book he had dropped. "Hey you guys," he said, the usual tone of forced casualty in his voice. "Just off to the library," he said quickly. I looked up at the two boys; no one was meeting anyone's eyes. It seemed like no time had passed since that moment on the Hogwarts Express when we told Ron. The mere thought of it was like a stab in the heart. We had secured a compartment to ourselves, ensuring privacy when we told Ron we were dating. He sat across from Harry and I, and the shock was clear on his face when Harry told him. Harry's voice was strained and nervous as he told Ron, because we all knew, deep down, that some unspoken agreement had somehow been broken. But Ron pulled himself together, congratulated us, said it was great, and left. My heart broke. But that had been two months ago, and ever since I had been waiting to fall for Harry. It was what everyone expected. So I waited patiently for the ton of bricks to drop on my head so that I could suddenly look at Harry the way he looked at me. But my thoughts drifted elsewhere. I wasn't happy around Harry, because Harry himself was rarely happy these days. There was no peace in my dorm, where the gossip queens recounted every incident of my relationship to each other over and over. Ginny was blatantly ignoring me, though I had been sure she no longer had a crush on Harry. Ron wouldn't look me in the eye. I didn't hear a word Harry said at breakfast, or as he kissed me good night. Then, in the middle of the night, I woke suddenly as a ton of bricks fell on my head, for the eyes I had seen in my dreams were not green, but blue.
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i know its short but this is just the beginning. expect much more along the lines of the Good Ship R/Hr. that is, if u review. otherwise, well, there might have to be a little *shudders at her own evil* H/Hr action used to advance the plot. now if u'll excuse me i must take a very hot shower to wash away my own disgust.
oh, and REVIEW!
Disclaimer: if I owned the Harry Potter series, CERTAIN very WONDERFUL, very TALL, DARK, and HANDSOME, very NOBLE people would not be falling through any stupid veils
this story is in Hermione's POV and takes place in the trio's 6th year
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I walked silently down the girl's staircase, weary and frustrated. I hadn't slept at all. It was Saturday morning and I was on my way down to, as usual, meet Harry in the common room before breakfast. Oh, how I longed for the days when I went down to meet both Ron and Harry. Sure, there was that small hope that today they would both be standing there waiting for me, but my sometimes quite annoying trademark logic forced me to know better. Ron wouldn't be there, by now he was probably down in the Great Hall, nearly finished with his breakfast. I paused at the end of the spiral staircase, putting my feelings in check as I slowly pushed open the door. I took one step into the common room and was immediately aware of the presence suddenly at my side.
"Morning," Harry said softly. He took my hand in his and gave me a light kiss on the cheek. I gathered my strength for the day and met his eyes, pasting on a smile.
"Morning," I returned.
"You ready?" he asked. He looked perfect, as always; the heartthrob of 6th year. Not that he'd ever realize it. I nodded casually, and we left the common room in silence. It seemed to take an eternity to walk through the corridors of Hogwarts, people stopping and whispering as we passed. It had become well known that for the past two months Harry Potter had chosen Hermione Granger, of all people, to be his girlfriend and it was still hot news in the halls. Some were shocked, others were not. I was in the first group of thought. I looked down at Harry and my hands, locked together in a public display of togetherness, and the image seemed strange and unnatural. I thought that, after this long, that feeling would have subsided. At first I convinced my self it was natural, he had been my best friend, I just needed to adjust, and things would be okay. But since the night before we left for school, when I found Harry crying in Sirius's old room at Grimmauld Place, nothing had been okay. I had tried to comfort him, found myself at a loss for words, and before I knew it, he was kissing me, and the next morning he asked me to be his girlfriend. It had taken me by surprise, and I couldn't find any reason to say no, after all, no one else was asking me out. So I said yes. We reached the Great Hall and I was pulled from my thoughts as a red-haired figure nearly knocked me over.
"Oh, sorry, Hermione," Ron said, picking up the book he had dropped. "Hey you guys," he said, the usual tone of forced casualty in his voice. "Just off to the library," he said quickly. I looked up at the two boys; no one was meeting anyone's eyes. It seemed like no time had passed since that moment on the Hogwarts Express when we told Ron. The mere thought of it was like a stab in the heart. We had secured a compartment to ourselves, ensuring privacy when we told Ron we were dating. He sat across from Harry and I, and the shock was clear on his face when Harry told him. Harry's voice was strained and nervous as he told Ron, because we all knew, deep down, that some unspoken agreement had somehow been broken. But Ron pulled himself together, congratulated us, said it was great, and left. My heart broke. But that had been two months ago, and ever since I had been waiting to fall for Harry. It was what everyone expected. So I waited patiently for the ton of bricks to drop on my head so that I could suddenly look at Harry the way he looked at me. But my thoughts drifted elsewhere. I wasn't happy around Harry, because Harry himself was rarely happy these days. There was no peace in my dorm, where the gossip queens recounted every incident of my relationship to each other over and over. Ginny was blatantly ignoring me, though I had been sure she no longer had a crush on Harry. Ron wouldn't look me in the eye. I didn't hear a word Harry said at breakfast, or as he kissed me good night. Then, in the middle of the night, I woke suddenly as a ton of bricks fell on my head, for the eyes I had seen in my dreams were not green, but blue.
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i know its short but this is just the beginning. expect much more along the lines of the Good Ship R/Hr. that is, if u review. otherwise, well, there might have to be a little *shudders at her own evil* H/Hr action used to advance the plot. now if u'll excuse me i must take a very hot shower to wash away my own disgust.
oh, and REVIEW!
