Disclaimer - I do not own any of the people or places from the Harry Potter
books and movies that are in these stories - as a fan I just use them in my
own original work!
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Author's Note - Thanks to everyone for all the reviews!! Hope you enjoy!!
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As Harry had found in years before, time did not speed up when you wanted it to; it was more likely that it would slow down. The next seven days at the Dursley's were very much a living hell for Harry, even more than usual. At night, he lay awake, until he fell into a restless sleep and during the day, he had trouble concentrating on anything. In addition, he had completely lost his appetite. The only thing he really felt like doing was looking through the album Hermione had given him, just once more.
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Hermione's summer had been quite busy. She had opted to stay home instead of going to Grimmauld Palace this summer, as Ron's family was in Romania. As usual, she had gotten ahead in her studies at the beginning of the holidays, so she could have the rest of the time to do as she pleased.
She had several projects for the summer. The first had been to make Harry's birthday present. She had obtained all of the pictures by corresponding with people such as Lupin and Dumbledore. Everyone had been very helpful so that went by quickly, and all she really had to do was put them in the special album. This album was extremely special, you see, there was a secret that only Harry could discover, but would not until he needed it most. Her next project was to get permission from Dumbledore for Harry to visit her. That had also been easy, as he agreed as long as Harry would stay at the Dursley's for over a month.
Until a week before Harry would arrive, Hermione spent most of her time with her parents and muggle friends or helping with her parents' dentistry. She was quite nervous about seeing her best friend again, but could never seem to put her finger on exactly why. She told her muggle friends of Harry, and showed them pictures (non-moving of course). Even her parents noticed that he was all she talked about. When anybody suggested that the pair were anything more than friends Hermione strongly denied it, and every single person gave her the same knowing smile, just infuriating her even more.
In her heart, Hermione knew the truth. She knew she had feelings for him, much, much deeper than those of friendship. She had known it ever since the first time she had kissed him on the cheek after getting off the Hogwart's Express. However, she was unwilling to admit this to even herself, let alone others. She knew he would never have feelings like that for her.
All the same, in the week before he came she was frantic. She went around the house cleaning, straightening, spraying air freshener, and doing whatever she could. When her father laughed at the way she was obsessively scrubbing a window, she responded "DAD!! I just want everything to be perfect!!" making him chuckle even harder, this time at the seriousness in her voice.
It was finally time for Hermione's family to drive to the Dursley's home, Number 4 Privet Drive. She climbed into her family's convertible, and began the journey. Sitting alone in the back, her mind began to wander...
She listened to the pounding of her heart in her ears. Why was she so nervous? It was just Harry, her best friend. He would be grateful for her to just get him away from those awful relatives of his. She had missed him so much, but now she found herself wishing she could turn back. Would he be able to tell her feelings for him now? Would he like her muggle friends? Would her parents totally embarrass her? Would her parents like him? Would he like her parents?
This was too much. She had to get her mind off everything. She dug in her travel bag for her CD player, and her favorite CD. Lately she had been getting into punk pop music, like Good Charlotte, Blink 182, and Sum 41, but her favorite band was Simple Plan. She pressed the skip button until she came to her favorite song, number 7, Addicted.
"I heard you're doing okay But I want you to know I'm a dick I'm addicted to you I can't pretend I don't care When you don't think about me Do you think I deserve this?"
It wasn't fair. He didn't have these feelings, nobody but her did. She didn't deserve to feel this way. If only he could think of her that way...not as the bushy-haired little girl she had once been.
"I tried to make you happy but you left anyway
I'm trying to forget that I'm addicted to you But I want it and I need it I'm addicted to you Now it's over Can't forget what you said And I never wanna do this again Heartbreaker"
Though he had never denied it to her face, she got everything she needed to know from the way he looked at her. She had always been told that eyes were the windows to the soul, and for Harry that was definitely true. One glance and she knew exactly what he was feeling. His beautiful green eyes...now she couldn't get them out of her head.
"Since the day I met you And after all we've been through I'm still a dick I'm addicted to you I think you know that it's true I'd run a thousand miles to get you Do you think I deserve this?"
She would do anything for him. She didn't deserve to be treated like this! In fact, nobody did. He had to know her feelings. She knew he wasn't stupid. Why was he ignoring it?
"I tried to make you happy I did all that I could Just to keep you But you left anyway
How long will I be waiting? Until the end of time I don't know why I'm still waiting I can't make you mine
Heartbreaker I'm addicted to you"
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Author's Note - Thanks to everyone for all the reviews!! Hope you enjoy!!
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As Harry had found in years before, time did not speed up when you wanted it to; it was more likely that it would slow down. The next seven days at the Dursley's were very much a living hell for Harry, even more than usual. At night, he lay awake, until he fell into a restless sleep and during the day, he had trouble concentrating on anything. In addition, he had completely lost his appetite. The only thing he really felt like doing was looking through the album Hermione had given him, just once more.
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Hermione's summer had been quite busy. She had opted to stay home instead of going to Grimmauld Palace this summer, as Ron's family was in Romania. As usual, she had gotten ahead in her studies at the beginning of the holidays, so she could have the rest of the time to do as she pleased.
She had several projects for the summer. The first had been to make Harry's birthday present. She had obtained all of the pictures by corresponding with people such as Lupin and Dumbledore. Everyone had been very helpful so that went by quickly, and all she really had to do was put them in the special album. This album was extremely special, you see, there was a secret that only Harry could discover, but would not until he needed it most. Her next project was to get permission from Dumbledore for Harry to visit her. That had also been easy, as he agreed as long as Harry would stay at the Dursley's for over a month.
Until a week before Harry would arrive, Hermione spent most of her time with her parents and muggle friends or helping with her parents' dentistry. She was quite nervous about seeing her best friend again, but could never seem to put her finger on exactly why. She told her muggle friends of Harry, and showed them pictures (non-moving of course). Even her parents noticed that he was all she talked about. When anybody suggested that the pair were anything more than friends Hermione strongly denied it, and every single person gave her the same knowing smile, just infuriating her even more.
In her heart, Hermione knew the truth. She knew she had feelings for him, much, much deeper than those of friendship. She had known it ever since the first time she had kissed him on the cheek after getting off the Hogwart's Express. However, she was unwilling to admit this to even herself, let alone others. She knew he would never have feelings like that for her.
All the same, in the week before he came she was frantic. She went around the house cleaning, straightening, spraying air freshener, and doing whatever she could. When her father laughed at the way she was obsessively scrubbing a window, she responded "DAD!! I just want everything to be perfect!!" making him chuckle even harder, this time at the seriousness in her voice.
It was finally time for Hermione's family to drive to the Dursley's home, Number 4 Privet Drive. She climbed into her family's convertible, and began the journey. Sitting alone in the back, her mind began to wander...
She listened to the pounding of her heart in her ears. Why was she so nervous? It was just Harry, her best friend. He would be grateful for her to just get him away from those awful relatives of his. She had missed him so much, but now she found herself wishing she could turn back. Would he be able to tell her feelings for him now? Would he like her muggle friends? Would her parents totally embarrass her? Would her parents like him? Would he like her parents?
This was too much. She had to get her mind off everything. She dug in her travel bag for her CD player, and her favorite CD. Lately she had been getting into punk pop music, like Good Charlotte, Blink 182, and Sum 41, but her favorite band was Simple Plan. She pressed the skip button until she came to her favorite song, number 7, Addicted.
"I heard you're doing okay But I want you to know I'm a dick I'm addicted to you I can't pretend I don't care When you don't think about me Do you think I deserve this?"
It wasn't fair. He didn't have these feelings, nobody but her did. She didn't deserve to feel this way. If only he could think of her that way...not as the bushy-haired little girl she had once been.
"I tried to make you happy but you left anyway
I'm trying to forget that I'm addicted to you But I want it and I need it I'm addicted to you Now it's over Can't forget what you said And I never wanna do this again Heartbreaker"
Though he had never denied it to her face, she got everything she needed to know from the way he looked at her. She had always been told that eyes were the windows to the soul, and for Harry that was definitely true. One glance and she knew exactly what he was feeling. His beautiful green eyes...now she couldn't get them out of her head.
"Since the day I met you And after all we've been through I'm still a dick I'm addicted to you I think you know that it's true I'd run a thousand miles to get you Do you think I deserve this?"
She would do anything for him. She didn't deserve to be treated like this! In fact, nobody did. He had to know her feelings. She knew he wasn't stupid. Why was he ignoring it?
"I tried to make you happy I did all that I could Just to keep you But you left anyway
How long will I be waiting? Until the end of time I don't know why I'm still waiting I can't make you mine
Heartbreaker I'm addicted to you"