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A/N Again thanks to everyone that's reviewed! I think I've already mentioned most of you but thanks to Gryffindor620 for that really interesting and freaky review (LOL) hawk82, again. (I have you on Author alert, favorite stories and favorite authors. You haven't read my other story yet, have you?)Lightingbolt, Hermione Graner Potter and peach1st. Thank you for reviewing my story so soon! ( Well here's the next chapter!
P.S. I am having a bit of a writers block. If you have any ideas let me know, either in reviews or you can drop me a line at barbiegirl_barbieworld@hotmail.com.
Chapter 3
HARRYS POV
I woke up late this morning. Midday to be exact. I was especially tired since I stayed up so late the night before. Now why was that again? I smiled as I remembered. Hermione and I had kissed. And again last night. I have loved Hermione since forever and I just feel so good, so.right when I'm with her.
I suppose I really started liking Hermione seriously in our sixth year. She learnt a hair straightening spell over the summer which made it less bushy. She hadn't really grown in the chest area until about the end of fifth year, more on to sixth year. She was a bit worried about this but apparently witches go through puberty at different times to muggle teens.
I can vividly remember when we met at platform 9 ¾ for our sixth year, how different Hermione looked. Her hair was just curly, not bushy, and the fact that she had 'grown' was quite noticeable. When we met she had been wearing jeans and a tank top (A/N I know this is a bit out of character but remember, witch or not, Hermione is still a 16 year old.) which showed her new 'figure' very well.
Ron didn't sit with us for the trip, which was very unusual, but he was sitting with Lavender, his new 'girlfriend'. No one thought it was going to last very long, and, surprise, surprise, they broke up about a month later.
That trip on the Hogwarts express was probably the best ever. Especially when the train stopped suddenly and Hermione went flying on top of me. We spent most of the trip talking about our holidays. As usual Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia were horrid to me and Dudley had his friend, Piers, staying for a week. Hermiones parents had been fighting a lot and she was a bit worried.
The last month of sixth year we defeated Voldemort. Hermione was great. She helped me the most, Ron was quite cowardly but Hermi was really brave. There was this time, when we had just defeated him, and Hermione stood, looking proud, with sunlight streaming in behind her. (Ron had made it his job to chip away rock for us to get back out after the battle) with her chin up, her hair streaming around her and dirt and blood all over her face. I don't know how to explain it and why, there of all places, I felt this but it was then that I realized that I didn't just like her, I loved her, that I knew that this was the woman that I wanted to spend my life with. I wanted to be with her through everything. I wanted her. (A/N I'm not sure if you can see this but her is in italics)
The next significant thing would have been at the beginning of the year. That was when Hermione got the news. Her parents were getting divorced. I was the first person she told. I can remember the letter that came. How Hermione had opened it with anticipation, knowing that it was from her parents, then, how her face had grown to the palest pale almost abruptly. Ron hadn't noticed, he was to intent on his food, but I noticed. She pushed out her chair and run away. I followed her. I found Hermi in the Head Girl Common Room, crying. She told me that the letter said her parents had divorced. That night we stayed in her Common Room, Hermione occasionally bursting into tears. I remember her saying.
'Oh, Harry you're such a great friend, what would I do without you?'
I felt a bit bad, since I was thoroughly enjoying having Hermi's head resting on my shoulder and it didn't seem fair to be enjoying something when she was so sad.
I got dressed and walked down to the Common Room. There was Hermione, waiting for me.
'Hi Harry, Have a good sleep?' Hermione smiled.
'Yep' I smiled back.
With a quick kiss we went down to the Great Hall for breakfast.
A/N Sorry, this one was mainly flashbacks but, like I said I am having a bit of a writers block. Please review! I love reviews and there is no excuse for not reviewing. And don't forget to check out and review my other story. Thanks!
~SuperGirl56~
A/N Again thanks to everyone that's reviewed! I think I've already mentioned most of you but thanks to Gryffindor620 for that really interesting and freaky review (LOL) hawk82, again. (I have you on Author alert, favorite stories and favorite authors. You haven't read my other story yet, have you?)Lightingbolt, Hermione Graner Potter and peach1st. Thank you for reviewing my story so soon! ( Well here's the next chapter!
P.S. I am having a bit of a writers block. If you have any ideas let me know, either in reviews or you can drop me a line at barbiegirl_barbieworld@hotmail.com.
Chapter 3
HARRYS POV
I woke up late this morning. Midday to be exact. I was especially tired since I stayed up so late the night before. Now why was that again? I smiled as I remembered. Hermione and I had kissed. And again last night. I have loved Hermione since forever and I just feel so good, so.right when I'm with her.
I suppose I really started liking Hermione seriously in our sixth year. She learnt a hair straightening spell over the summer which made it less bushy. She hadn't really grown in the chest area until about the end of fifth year, more on to sixth year. She was a bit worried about this but apparently witches go through puberty at different times to muggle teens.
I can vividly remember when we met at platform 9 ¾ for our sixth year, how different Hermione looked. Her hair was just curly, not bushy, and the fact that she had 'grown' was quite noticeable. When we met she had been wearing jeans and a tank top (A/N I know this is a bit out of character but remember, witch or not, Hermione is still a 16 year old.) which showed her new 'figure' very well.
Ron didn't sit with us for the trip, which was very unusual, but he was sitting with Lavender, his new 'girlfriend'. No one thought it was going to last very long, and, surprise, surprise, they broke up about a month later.
That trip on the Hogwarts express was probably the best ever. Especially when the train stopped suddenly and Hermione went flying on top of me. We spent most of the trip talking about our holidays. As usual Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia were horrid to me and Dudley had his friend, Piers, staying for a week. Hermiones parents had been fighting a lot and she was a bit worried.
The last month of sixth year we defeated Voldemort. Hermione was great. She helped me the most, Ron was quite cowardly but Hermi was really brave. There was this time, when we had just defeated him, and Hermione stood, looking proud, with sunlight streaming in behind her. (Ron had made it his job to chip away rock for us to get back out after the battle) with her chin up, her hair streaming around her and dirt and blood all over her face. I don't know how to explain it and why, there of all places, I felt this but it was then that I realized that I didn't just like her, I loved her, that I knew that this was the woman that I wanted to spend my life with. I wanted to be with her through everything. I wanted her. (A/N I'm not sure if you can see this but her is in italics)
The next significant thing would have been at the beginning of the year. That was when Hermione got the news. Her parents were getting divorced. I was the first person she told. I can remember the letter that came. How Hermione had opened it with anticipation, knowing that it was from her parents, then, how her face had grown to the palest pale almost abruptly. Ron hadn't noticed, he was to intent on his food, but I noticed. She pushed out her chair and run away. I followed her. I found Hermi in the Head Girl Common Room, crying. She told me that the letter said her parents had divorced. That night we stayed in her Common Room, Hermione occasionally bursting into tears. I remember her saying.
'Oh, Harry you're such a great friend, what would I do without you?'
I felt a bit bad, since I was thoroughly enjoying having Hermi's head resting on my shoulder and it didn't seem fair to be enjoying something when she was so sad.
I got dressed and walked down to the Common Room. There was Hermione, waiting for me.
'Hi Harry, Have a good sleep?' Hermione smiled.
'Yep' I smiled back.
With a quick kiss we went down to the Great Hall for breakfast.
A/N Sorry, this one was mainly flashbacks but, like I said I am having a bit of a writers block. Please review! I love reviews and there is no excuse for not reviewing. And don't forget to check out and review my other story. Thanks!
~SuperGirl56~
