A/N: ahh it's good to be back! … since school has started 1½ month ago, I was swamped with homework. However half-term has done wonders for me and so here I am! I started thinking of this story right after I finished Falling Star but have just finished writing the rough plan. Anyway, I won't be updating as often as I did with my previous fic, but you know the rule! The more reviews I get, the sooner I'll update! Oh just a little note, I was writing this chapter (and story) while listening to a love song which I absolutely love!! It's a Greek song but the translated title is "It's Love" I know it sounds lame to some people but I don't care=p now on with the story!!
Diclaimer: Not mine… never will be… I'm just playing around until JKR finally gets H/Hr together… You one great lady!!
Chapter One
The magical night draped over Hogwarts like a black, velvet sheet. In the Gryffindor common room, Harry Potter sat in an armchair next to the fireplace with one hand supporting his head, while his other hand lay carefully over his stomach, thinking about the events that had occurred during the past summer. Voldemort had met his downfall due to a betrayal that surprisingly enough, had happened because of Draco Malfoy. It came to pass really quickly, that Harry sometimes thought it was all a dream, and that one of these days he would get a letter saying that one of the people he loved had been kidnapped by the Dark Lord, and he should go and save the world. He shook his head at his lame thoughts, and managed to suppress a chuckle. He went to stand up when pain surged through his body faster than lighting. He let out a yelp of cry and sat back down, removing a stray strand of jet-black hair out of his emerald-green eyes.
'The pain is still too much for me to make any sudden movements,' Harry thought and he clutched his side. At the side of his stomach was yet another scar that was a souvenir from the summer trails. He solemnly remembered how Hermione had rushed over to his side as soon as he got hit from a curse. How angry he felt when Bellatrix LeStrange pulled Hermione from her auburn hair and tossed her across the room, making Harry feel a gush of magic flow through him and vent off at the two dark wizards. After that he solely recalls waking up at Grimmauld with Hermione on the opposite bed. They simply lay there looking at each other and no words were said, contempt only to be looking at each other's windows to the souls.
The portrait door opening arouse him from his thoughts, and became aware of the somber look on his face. In came the most beautiful woman in Harry's opinion. Hermione Granger, his fellow Gryffindor and Head Girl. She didn't see him however and so she flopped herself over a large armchair next to the outsized, wooden table which was currently under a pile of books that she had just brought in. She crossed her legs and picked up Hogwarts: A History and started to skim through. However, as much as she tried her concentration was walking down a lane towards a certain raven-haired boy.
'I shouldn't be doing this! I have to study… study… Harry… Ugh!! Why can't he stop invading my thoughts when I least want him to?! Compose yourself Hermione, you have NEWTs to worry about this year.' And with that she snapped the book shut, getting up from the armchair. She wandered over to the table and preoccupied herself with tidying her books.
Harry on the other hand was enjoying his view, and a lopsided grin came involuntarily to his face. He remembered all those nights that were spent last year next to the lake, talking about anything and anyone, pointing at constellations and then kissing under the stars until it was way passed midnight.
'God I'd give anything just to have those carefree days back.'
Of course, they weren't as carefree as he'd like them to be as a certain Voldemort was out and about. However, he lay quite low last year, which caused Harry to have a "fun" year. Despite this, the summer proved to be a contradiction to the year that passed.
He heard an intake of breath and looked up to meet Hermione's surprised hazel eyes, who had just realized that he was sitting there the whole time. A tinge of pink crept up to both their cheeks and Harry cleared his throat and got up from the comfortable armchair he was sitting in.
'Merlin's Beard he looks so… so not his age.' Hermione thought. She always thought that Harry had to grow up faster than necessary and that showed on his face. But tonight, his face was even older. Despite this, his eyes held a passion for life than anyone she had ever seen. That was one of the things that made her fall inlove with this boy four years ago, although it wasn't until last year that they began dating. 'Be still my beating heart… has time stopped? It certainly feels as though it has… It's just the two of us… maybe I could… no forget about that we can't… Dear Merlin, his eyes are so outstanding,' Hermione was thinking just as Harry was having a battle with his own heart and mind.
'She's growing even more beautiful by the day. What I wouldn't give just to have her in my arms once again…' Harry knew that while the mind voiced logic, his heart couldn't forget and therefore would not listen to logic but to love. Their hearts skipped a beat as they abruptly realized that they had both stepped forward and were now standing close to each other.
'So close that I can feel her breath on my face,' Harry thought. He heard her gasp and took in a breath, smelling the wonderful lavender that her hair gave off.
He looked into her eyes and saw that the love was there. The passion, the trust and the longing was all there, but soon her striking eyes were clouded with tears, and they soon poured down her face like a river.
"I can't do this," she said and with that she ran out of the common room her books forgotten. Harry lets out a sigh of frustration and flops back onto the armchair, whilst running a hand through his unruly, unlit hair.
"I was this close," he mutters to himself and closes his eyes, followed by his hand punching the arm of the armchair from annoyance. "Damn. How did everything go so wrong?…"
A/N: *pokes her head over the table* is the coast clear? Now hear me out, before you start shouting at me for leaving you with a cliffhanger and that it's too short, you should know that it's 3 in the morning, I'm really tired but couldn't sleep seeing as I had this chapter doing circles in my head!! So you better appreciate it! =p hehe… anyway… uummm… please review=) the more the merrier!! Peace Out … Love's Fool =)