Disclaimer: If I was J. K. Rowling, don't you think I would be charging you
to read my stories? But I'm not, am I? Which means.... I am only an aspiring
writer bored silly with my homework, so I'm spending my time writing a fan
fiction about Harry and Hermione, instead of going outside like the other
sane people.
I would really appreciate it if someone (or ones) would please review. I'm only 14, and this is my first fanfic, so any and all supportive criticism or suggestions would be appreciated greatly. Thanks a ton!
Gryffindor's Lioness
Harry woke the next morning very late. He groaned as he looked at the time, realizing he would have to rush to get to breakfast. However, even with the pressing matters of eating, it was still incredibly hard to summon the energy to get up and get dressed. When he finally managed to pull his robe on, he woke completely and sprinted to the Great Hall.
Looking around, Harry realized something was missing. Where was Ron, stuffing his face? Where was Hermione, rolling her eyes at Ron when he chewed with his mouth open? There was nothing in the world that could make Ron late for breakfast, even Hermione. Knowing this information, and recalling that Ron wasn't in the boy's dormitories that morning either, Harry concluded that Ron must have gotten up early and left to go someplace.
Ron getting up early was probably one of the scariest thoughts Harry had recently, except the ones about the crazy guy trying to kill him (A/N ok, who DIDN'T think Voldemort was crazy? You knew it was true!). Abandoning his breakfast, Harry went in search of Ron and Hermione, expecting to find them together somewhere, locked at the lips, which would only tear his heart to pieces even more.
It was a wonder, really, that Harry's heart even continued beating with all the torment he went through about Hermione.
Harry had looked in the halls on the 1st and 2nd story, and the mess hall again, before thinking of going back to the dormitories to search there again. As he walked past the library, he felt it would be helpful to look in there, to see if Hermione had done the impossible: gotten Ron to study for a test.
He was just about to give up and go back to the search when a noise stopped him. Was that sobbing? He looked around. No one else seemed to have heard it, but no one else was listening. He followed his ears to the source of the sound, with quite a few dead ends and wrong turns.
What he saw next almost broke his heart. Hermione sat, in the farthest corner of the library, crying her eyes out. Surprisingly, there weren't any books in front of her, or any reason, that Harry could see, for her to be bawling.
"Hermione? Are you alright?" Harry asked. 'Smart, Potter, ask her if she's all right when its clear as day she's not. Real smooth.' The voice in his head reminded him of Malfoy, mocking and cold, although he had to admit it was right. He did sound stupid, even to himself. (A/N Harry is not going crazy, he is just thinking to himself, don't you ever do that?)
"Harry? Harry, is that you?" Hermione's eyes were almost swollen shut, because of her tears.
"Here, let me fix that for you, lo- err... Hermione." Harry fumbled. He could NOT have almost called Hermione "love" especially now, when she was so innocent, and sweet. With her hair all ruffled, she looked even more beautiful to him. Harry shook his head, clearing the thoughts of how beautiful she looked from it. However, that didn't work well, as she was sitting in front of him, looking more amazing than ever. Harry reached his hand out to her eyes, and, with a few whispered words, the swelling in her eyes went down, even though his wand was still in his pocket.
"Thanks Harry," said Hermione, not realizing he had done magic without his wand, in the state she was in. "And I'm fine, I swear."
"Hermione, even I know that something's wrong, will you please tell me? You know you can trust me with anything," Harry pleaded. He hated seeing Hermione cry, especially when he couldn't help her.
"Ron and I – had a fight. We broke up." At this, Hermione started sobbing. Harry almost left to go punch Ron right then, and would have, if Hermione hadn't been crying on his shirt.
Harry didn't know what to think. On one hand, he was happy – overjoyed, more – that Ron and Hermione broke up, because that meant that she was free again, and he could tell her how he felt. On the other hand, Ron made Hermione cry, and he hated Ron for that. Obviously, if she was crying like this, she still had feelings for him.
Upon realizing that Hermione must still like Ron, Harry's heart weighted down again. 'No,' he thought, 'I'll wait for her. I'll wait forever if I have to, but I will wait for her.'
"It's – not – even – like – I still – even – like him! This – is just – so – hard!" Hermione muttered between sobs.
Harry actually thought he felt his feet lift off the ground. Hermione didn't like Ron anymore! That meant that she was truly free, and he could tell her!
"Shhhh... Hermione, don't cry. Whatever Ron did, I will beat him up for this. No one should make you cry." Harry promised to her, while she soaked his shirt.
"No, Harry. Really, I'm fine, I just never had to deal with breaking up with someone before." Hermione said, sniffling.
Harry sat there for a while, just content to hold Hermione in his arms and soothe her.
Ok, that's the end of the second chapter! I'm sorry these are so short, but they never seem long until you have to write it yourself! As I said before, this is my first fan fiction, so I'm sorry if its horrible, or if I take a really long time to update. I'm balancing friends, family, soccer, track, school, babysitting, and homework, while I try to do this. Please try to send me a review though. I've never gotten one, and it would make me feel really special. I'm going on a field trip to Washington, D.C. on May15, and I won't get back until May 19, so it may be a while before I get to update. As always, thanks for reading!
Gryffindor's Lioness
I would really appreciate it if someone (or ones) would please review. I'm only 14, and this is my first fanfic, so any and all supportive criticism or suggestions would be appreciated greatly. Thanks a ton!
Gryffindor's Lioness
Harry woke the next morning very late. He groaned as he looked at the time, realizing he would have to rush to get to breakfast. However, even with the pressing matters of eating, it was still incredibly hard to summon the energy to get up and get dressed. When he finally managed to pull his robe on, he woke completely and sprinted to the Great Hall.
Looking around, Harry realized something was missing. Where was Ron, stuffing his face? Where was Hermione, rolling her eyes at Ron when he chewed with his mouth open? There was nothing in the world that could make Ron late for breakfast, even Hermione. Knowing this information, and recalling that Ron wasn't in the boy's dormitories that morning either, Harry concluded that Ron must have gotten up early and left to go someplace.
Ron getting up early was probably one of the scariest thoughts Harry had recently, except the ones about the crazy guy trying to kill him (A/N ok, who DIDN'T think Voldemort was crazy? You knew it was true!). Abandoning his breakfast, Harry went in search of Ron and Hermione, expecting to find them together somewhere, locked at the lips, which would only tear his heart to pieces even more.
It was a wonder, really, that Harry's heart even continued beating with all the torment he went through about Hermione.
Harry had looked in the halls on the 1st and 2nd story, and the mess hall again, before thinking of going back to the dormitories to search there again. As he walked past the library, he felt it would be helpful to look in there, to see if Hermione had done the impossible: gotten Ron to study for a test.
He was just about to give up and go back to the search when a noise stopped him. Was that sobbing? He looked around. No one else seemed to have heard it, but no one else was listening. He followed his ears to the source of the sound, with quite a few dead ends and wrong turns.
What he saw next almost broke his heart. Hermione sat, in the farthest corner of the library, crying her eyes out. Surprisingly, there weren't any books in front of her, or any reason, that Harry could see, for her to be bawling.
"Hermione? Are you alright?" Harry asked. 'Smart, Potter, ask her if she's all right when its clear as day she's not. Real smooth.' The voice in his head reminded him of Malfoy, mocking and cold, although he had to admit it was right. He did sound stupid, even to himself. (A/N Harry is not going crazy, he is just thinking to himself, don't you ever do that?)
"Harry? Harry, is that you?" Hermione's eyes were almost swollen shut, because of her tears.
"Here, let me fix that for you, lo- err... Hermione." Harry fumbled. He could NOT have almost called Hermione "love" especially now, when she was so innocent, and sweet. With her hair all ruffled, she looked even more beautiful to him. Harry shook his head, clearing the thoughts of how beautiful she looked from it. However, that didn't work well, as she was sitting in front of him, looking more amazing than ever. Harry reached his hand out to her eyes, and, with a few whispered words, the swelling in her eyes went down, even though his wand was still in his pocket.
"Thanks Harry," said Hermione, not realizing he had done magic without his wand, in the state she was in. "And I'm fine, I swear."
"Hermione, even I know that something's wrong, will you please tell me? You know you can trust me with anything," Harry pleaded. He hated seeing Hermione cry, especially when he couldn't help her.
"Ron and I – had a fight. We broke up." At this, Hermione started sobbing. Harry almost left to go punch Ron right then, and would have, if Hermione hadn't been crying on his shirt.
Harry didn't know what to think. On one hand, he was happy – overjoyed, more – that Ron and Hermione broke up, because that meant that she was free again, and he could tell her how he felt. On the other hand, Ron made Hermione cry, and he hated Ron for that. Obviously, if she was crying like this, she still had feelings for him.
Upon realizing that Hermione must still like Ron, Harry's heart weighted down again. 'No,' he thought, 'I'll wait for her. I'll wait forever if I have to, but I will wait for her.'
"It's – not – even – like – I still – even – like him! This – is just – so – hard!" Hermione muttered between sobs.
Harry actually thought he felt his feet lift off the ground. Hermione didn't like Ron anymore! That meant that she was truly free, and he could tell her!
"Shhhh... Hermione, don't cry. Whatever Ron did, I will beat him up for this. No one should make you cry." Harry promised to her, while she soaked his shirt.
"No, Harry. Really, I'm fine, I just never had to deal with breaking up with someone before." Hermione said, sniffling.
Harry sat there for a while, just content to hold Hermione in his arms and soothe her.
Ok, that's the end of the second chapter! I'm sorry these are so short, but they never seem long until you have to write it yourself! As I said before, this is my first fan fiction, so I'm sorry if its horrible, or if I take a really long time to update. I'm balancing friends, family, soccer, track, school, babysitting, and homework, while I try to do this. Please try to send me a review though. I've never gotten one, and it would make me feel really special. I'm going on a field trip to Washington, D.C. on May15, and I won't get back until May 19, so it may be a while before I get to update. As always, thanks for reading!
Gryffindor's Lioness