Second Chaptie is here for you guys to read..
Oh yeah, ignore the cheesy chapter titles. One more thing, I know this is there fifth year in Hogwarts, so don't slam me with the."But in the book." thing, just pretend that they fit this in. LOL
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"Oh, hey Harry.. something wrong?" Her red hair was tangled in a mess, "I can't sleep."
"Can you get Hermione down here? I need to talk to her."
"Oooooh." She smiled slyly and started up the stairs.
"No, not like that, Ginny," He called and in a few seconds Ginny and Hermione were both down. Hermione's eyes were bloodshot, and if it was from crying or it was from lack of sleep, Harry couldn't tell.
"I'll go back up, night," Ginny winked at Harry and skipped up the stairs before he could retort back.
"I'm.I'm almost done, don't worry(well not really, but it'll be done by morning." Harry stopped Hermione.
"Hermione, I'm sorry, you really shouldn't be doing m work because I'm irresponsible." He felt rotten. She was always working, if she wanted to or not.
"So you finally admit it," she laughed weakly, "But.no, I need to finish it for you, I've already started it" She argued. There was no point in arguing back but he wasn't sure what to do.
"Hermione("
"No. It's ok, and I love work, right?" She looked away and sat on the table with Ron's chessboard still lying there. She didn't mean to be persistent, it was nice enough he was talking to her. Ron would never do anything like that.
Harry sat next to her and looked at her. She was in her nightgown and it hung just above her feet. Her hands were clamped together in a death lock, right over her knees. Her hair was in her face, but he studied it. She looked much different than when he met her in his first year, four years ago. Her face matured and actually became thoroughly beautiful. Harry felt uncomfortable thinking about Hermione this way, but it was true. Her eyelashes were long, fluttering every once in a while over her hazel eyes and her lips were full. Her face was flushed pink and the purple rings under her eyes were an exception to her beauty. But through it, he could sense at times, she was falling apart with the stress of work.
"If I can make it up to you, somehow at all, I will, really." He said quietly.
"You really don't need to, I can't think of anything you could do for me," She looked back at him. She realized she was staring and she looked away, coming back every once in a while to look at him.
He was slumped over but much taller now that he was fifteen. He was outgoing his pajama pants. She remembered him as the scrawny boy she knew when he was sorted into Gryffendor and all that. But she guessed, after playing Quidditch and being brave "Harry Potter" or whatever, that's how his arms and shoulders filled out. That's all she saw of him, never under his shirt..or past that. She blushed feverishly at the thought and thought about his face.
His hair was longer than usual, hanging over his eyebrows. His glasses were still too small but behind them were those brilliant green eyes. They got to her, and even though she pushed herself to think that they were just friends, his eyes teased and flirted back at her.
"Don't worry, I will make it up, honestly. But for now, I need to go to bed(" He stopped and thought about what he said. It would seem selfish to go to sleep while she stayed up and worked. "On second thought, I'll stay down here with you."
"Ok, but I need to finish your work." She walked up stairs and grabbed his essays and some books. She passed a mirror and fixed her hair, not believing it was to look good for Harry.
She sat back down with him and started to write, "Harry, don't be silly, and stay up. Go to sleep." Her quill scratched on the paper.
"I'm still staying down here though, goodnight, Hermione," He grabbed a pillow and lay down on the couch. He closed his eyes, half hoping to dream a little about her, but he shook the thought away and fell asleep.
"Goodnight, Harry."
She worked for another hour at least until she made the paper approveable for Binns. Usually she doesn't cheat but she decided to let go this once. She sat looking at the fire and it glowed on her and Harry. She looked over to his face, the strong firelight flickering off it. She crept over on the floor and saw something else.
On his head, his scar was burning crimson red and she put her finger on it. The burning sensation ran up her hand, it was like touching a hot stovetop. She brought her hand back but it returned to the same place. It wasn't as hot but he was murmuring something fierce.
Bad dream, she guessed. She ran her hand past his scar and brushed his black hair aside. It went down his cheek and to the side of his structured jawbone. She took her index finger and ran it over his closed lips. Then she snapped up, realizing what she was doing, and how tired she must have been to be doing that.
She set his essay in front of him on the table and grabbed her books. She walked up to her bed and didn't look back at him.
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The books clunked on the desk as she set them down. She flopped on her bed, lying on her bed, making more noise that she should.
"So what happened?" Hermione jumped to hear Ginny's voice and saw her leaning on her bed frame.
"Ginny, what are you talking about? Nothing happened at all like that, we're only friends." Hermione shot back, too tired to talk about this.
"Who said anything like that would happen??? I know you're friends, or are you?" Ginny shot back even better, making Hermione red.
"Shut up, Ginny, it's late."
Ginny whispered, "You like him, that Harry Potter. Don't you?" Hermione swore she heard that name about a million times, but the was Ginny made it sound was different, like a good secret she shouldn't be telling.
Before Hermione could say anything, Ginny sat down and scooted over to Hermione and leaned over, "You don't need to lie to me, Herm. I liked him too." She whispered.
Hermione kept a straight face, "No, we're only best friends, good friends, and that's it." She persisted.
Ginny straightened up, almost swearing Hermione would of confessed, "Ok, so you don't LIKE him, so then what do you find...attractive? And I'll know you'll be lying if you say 'nothing'."
Hermione stared at the ceiling, realizing it was probably 2:00 AM, "His- eyes, his green eyes," She stopped and thought about Harry, "Also, this might sound stupid, but his scar and how it's hidden under his hair." No one said anything for a minute and Hermione's stomach flipped, embarrassed on what she admitted. Ginny crawled into her own bed and the springs in the mattress squeaked. Then Ginny broke the silence.
"That's how I felt when I started to fall for him."
Ok this one is twice as long as the first chapter, but I hope it was better. ;) Review please, I'm lonely!
Oh yeah, ignore the cheesy chapter titles. One more thing, I know this is there fifth year in Hogwarts, so don't slam me with the."But in the book." thing, just pretend that they fit this in. LOL
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"Oh, hey Harry.. something wrong?" Her red hair was tangled in a mess, "I can't sleep."
"Can you get Hermione down here? I need to talk to her."
"Oooooh." She smiled slyly and started up the stairs.
"No, not like that, Ginny," He called and in a few seconds Ginny and Hermione were both down. Hermione's eyes were bloodshot, and if it was from crying or it was from lack of sleep, Harry couldn't tell.
"I'll go back up, night," Ginny winked at Harry and skipped up the stairs before he could retort back.
"I'm.I'm almost done, don't worry(well not really, but it'll be done by morning." Harry stopped Hermione.
"Hermione, I'm sorry, you really shouldn't be doing m work because I'm irresponsible." He felt rotten. She was always working, if she wanted to or not.
"So you finally admit it," she laughed weakly, "But.no, I need to finish it for you, I've already started it" She argued. There was no point in arguing back but he wasn't sure what to do.
"Hermione("
"No. It's ok, and I love work, right?" She looked away and sat on the table with Ron's chessboard still lying there. She didn't mean to be persistent, it was nice enough he was talking to her. Ron would never do anything like that.
Harry sat next to her and looked at her. She was in her nightgown and it hung just above her feet. Her hands were clamped together in a death lock, right over her knees. Her hair was in her face, but he studied it. She looked much different than when he met her in his first year, four years ago. Her face matured and actually became thoroughly beautiful. Harry felt uncomfortable thinking about Hermione this way, but it was true. Her eyelashes were long, fluttering every once in a while over her hazel eyes and her lips were full. Her face was flushed pink and the purple rings under her eyes were an exception to her beauty. But through it, he could sense at times, she was falling apart with the stress of work.
"If I can make it up to you, somehow at all, I will, really." He said quietly.
"You really don't need to, I can't think of anything you could do for me," She looked back at him. She realized she was staring and she looked away, coming back every once in a while to look at him.
He was slumped over but much taller now that he was fifteen. He was outgoing his pajama pants. She remembered him as the scrawny boy she knew when he was sorted into Gryffendor and all that. But she guessed, after playing Quidditch and being brave "Harry Potter" or whatever, that's how his arms and shoulders filled out. That's all she saw of him, never under his shirt..or past that. She blushed feverishly at the thought and thought about his face.
His hair was longer than usual, hanging over his eyebrows. His glasses were still too small but behind them were those brilliant green eyes. They got to her, and even though she pushed herself to think that they were just friends, his eyes teased and flirted back at her.
"Don't worry, I will make it up, honestly. But for now, I need to go to bed(" He stopped and thought about what he said. It would seem selfish to go to sleep while she stayed up and worked. "On second thought, I'll stay down here with you."
"Ok, but I need to finish your work." She walked up stairs and grabbed his essays and some books. She passed a mirror and fixed her hair, not believing it was to look good for Harry.
She sat back down with him and started to write, "Harry, don't be silly, and stay up. Go to sleep." Her quill scratched on the paper.
"I'm still staying down here though, goodnight, Hermione," He grabbed a pillow and lay down on the couch. He closed his eyes, half hoping to dream a little about her, but he shook the thought away and fell asleep.
"Goodnight, Harry."
She worked for another hour at least until she made the paper approveable for Binns. Usually she doesn't cheat but she decided to let go this once. She sat looking at the fire and it glowed on her and Harry. She looked over to his face, the strong firelight flickering off it. She crept over on the floor and saw something else.
On his head, his scar was burning crimson red and she put her finger on it. The burning sensation ran up her hand, it was like touching a hot stovetop. She brought her hand back but it returned to the same place. It wasn't as hot but he was murmuring something fierce.
Bad dream, she guessed. She ran her hand past his scar and brushed his black hair aside. It went down his cheek and to the side of his structured jawbone. She took her index finger and ran it over his closed lips. Then she snapped up, realizing what she was doing, and how tired she must have been to be doing that.
She set his essay in front of him on the table and grabbed her books. She walked up to her bed and didn't look back at him.
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The books clunked on the desk as she set them down. She flopped on her bed, lying on her bed, making more noise that she should.
"So what happened?" Hermione jumped to hear Ginny's voice and saw her leaning on her bed frame.
"Ginny, what are you talking about? Nothing happened at all like that, we're only friends." Hermione shot back, too tired to talk about this.
"Who said anything like that would happen??? I know you're friends, or are you?" Ginny shot back even better, making Hermione red.
"Shut up, Ginny, it's late."
Ginny whispered, "You like him, that Harry Potter. Don't you?" Hermione swore she heard that name about a million times, but the was Ginny made it sound was different, like a good secret she shouldn't be telling.
Before Hermione could say anything, Ginny sat down and scooted over to Hermione and leaned over, "You don't need to lie to me, Herm. I liked him too." She whispered.
Hermione kept a straight face, "No, we're only best friends, good friends, and that's it." She persisted.
Ginny straightened up, almost swearing Hermione would of confessed, "Ok, so you don't LIKE him, so then what do you find...attractive? And I'll know you'll be lying if you say 'nothing'."
Hermione stared at the ceiling, realizing it was probably 2:00 AM, "His- eyes, his green eyes," She stopped and thought about Harry, "Also, this might sound stupid, but his scar and how it's hidden under his hair." No one said anything for a minute and Hermione's stomach flipped, embarrassed on what she admitted. Ginny crawled into her own bed and the springs in the mattress squeaked. Then Ginny broke the silence.
"That's how I felt when I started to fall for him."
Ok this one is twice as long as the first chapter, but I hope it was better. ;) Review please, I'm lonely!
