This story is based on a past relationship of mine. I am writing basically
for therapy so I can get some things off my chest. I will not tolerate bad
reviews. So if you don't want to read something like this..PLEASE LEAVE
NOW!
I will also be working on Waiting For The Rain so look for an update soon.
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-Introduction-
He is my best friend. Why didn't I see it before? Why?
Yes me, Hermione Granger, is in love with Harry Potter and I had him once. He was mine. --- It was your typical fall day, the crisp wind rustled the dying leaves and the air began to turn cool.
"Finally, it's lunch." I grumbled to myself.
Potions seemed to go on forever, even when you enjoy school, a rumbly tummy can make it go one forever.
"Hermione." A husky voice brought me out of my mood. The voice belong to a brown haired friend of mine, Harry Potter.
"Let's go this way." He said pointing down an empty hall that would increase the wait for nourishment.
He probably needed to talk, so of course I agreed and followed him down the hall.
"Hermione," he began to stumble out, "will you go out with me?"
I was flabbergasted. Where did that came from? I thought he just wanted to be friends.
"I'm not sure I'm for a relationship right now. Sorry, but no" I replied with the gentlest tone I thought I could muster.
His face fell slight and he quickly changed the subject to such a muggle object like shotguns or something. I had to much thought on my brain to really notice what it was. --- "The Annual Quidditch Ball is in a month and I'd love to go with someone. Where is my leprechaun?" I told Sara, a friendly Hufflepuff.
"Leprechaun?" the well rounded girl inquired
"Yeah, I need to go through the "leprechauns" to find the one that leads me to the gold at the end of the rainbow. Kind of like frogs and kissing them to find your prince."
"Oh," Sara answered, "I would go with Harry Potter if I had a chance."
"Harry, hmmmm" I said almost inaudibly, "I'll go with Harry myself." I added under my breathe.
"Harry," I whispered, "You are going to the Ball with me"
It didn't seem to bother him, so it didn't bother me. ---
A few days after my decision of making Harry my leprechaun, I realized I had falling for him. I urgently took out my quill and scribbled in a tidy but scurried writing...
Will you go out with me?
Hermione Granger
Running to the owlery I began to contemplate my decision. Is this the right thing to do? If it isn't, will it end nicely and still be friends. Right?
Before I could let the thoughts change my mind I tied the letter to a school owl and sent it off.
He said of yes. Well, of course he did, but still.
It's funny how my best friend used to have no affect on me. Now when he is near my heart begins to flutter. His smell calms my most irritable nerves.
But first he needs to know some things about me.
He is my best friend. Why didn't I see it before? Why?
Yes me, Hermione Granger, is in love with Harry Potter and I had him once. He was mine. --- It was your typical fall day, the crisp wind rustled the dying leaves and the air began to turn cool.
"Finally, it's lunch." I grumbled to myself.
Potions seemed to go on forever, even when you enjoy school, a rumbly tummy can make it go one forever.
"Hermione." A husky voice brought me out of my mood. The voice belong to a brown haired friend of mine, Harry Potter.
"Let's go this way." He said pointing down an empty hall that would increase the wait for nourishment.
He probably needed to talk, so of course I agreed and followed him down the hall.
"Hermione," he began to stumble out, "will you go out with me?"
I was flabbergasted. Where did that came from? I thought he just wanted to be friends.
"I'm not sure I'm for a relationship right now. Sorry, but no" I replied with the gentlest tone I thought I could muster.
His face fell slight and he quickly changed the subject to such a muggle object like shotguns or something. I had to much thought on my brain to really notice what it was. --- "The Annual Quidditch Ball is in a month and I'd love to go with someone. Where is my leprechaun?" I told Sara, a friendly Hufflepuff.
"Leprechaun?" the well rounded girl inquired
"Yeah, I need to go through the "leprechauns" to find the one that leads me to the gold at the end of the rainbow. Kind of like frogs and kissing them to find your prince."
"Oh," Sara answered, "I would go with Harry Potter if I had a chance."
"Harry, hmmmm" I said almost inaudibly, "I'll go with Harry myself." I added under my breathe.
"Harry," I whispered, "You are going to the Ball with me"
It didn't seem to bother him, so it didn't bother me. ---
A few days after my decision of making Harry my leprechaun, I realized I had falling for him. I urgently took out my quill and scribbled in a tidy but scurried writing...
Will you go out with me?
Hermione Granger
Running to the owlery I began to contemplate my decision. Is this the right thing to do? If it isn't, will it end nicely and still be friends. Right?
Before I could let the thoughts change my mind I tied the letter to a school owl and sent it off.
He said of yes. Well, of course he did, but still.
It's funny how my best friend used to have no affect on me. Now when he is near my heart begins to flutter. His smell calms my most irritable nerves.
But first he needs to know some things about me.
