Author's Note: I have change the plot of the story a bit, as you will begin
to see in this chapter. I think that it will make the story better, so r/r.
Chapter 2: When Research Leads to Romance
The remainder of the summer sped by fast. The adults were all to busy fighting Voldermort's forces to take any notice of the large amount of research Harry, Ron, and Hermione were now doing. They spent most of their time up in the drawing room, looking through stacks of musty old books. After three weeks of investigating every book they could find in the house, they still had no better idea about how they could bring Sirius back, then they had the morning Harry had asked his friends to help him.
The holidays came to a close and before they know it, the three of them, as well as Ron's little sister Ginny were all heading back to school. They arrived back on a sunny September afternoon and after the sorting and a great feast, they returned to the familiar common room in the Gryffindor tower. Hermione suggested that they all when to bed right way, as the new term was starting the next day.
Harry lied awake of a long time before he got to sleep. He was annoyed that they had already spent so long searching for an answer and still knew nothing more. At least he was out of Sirius' house now. It was too painful to spend more then a month in the house, when his godfather was no longer there.
Waking up once again because of his nightmares, Harry rolled over in his comfy bed and stared blankly at his hangings as he continued to tremble. For once in her life, Hermione had been wrong. The dreams hadn't stop. If anything, they had gotten worse. Harry was getting anxious and the only way he could stop it all was to get Sirius back...
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After their first day of lessons, Harry led them all to the library to get a good start on researching. As Harry walked into the large room, he found himself truly greatly appreciating it for the first time. It had never looked so inviting in all his years at Hogwarts. Ron sat down at an empty table, while Hermione helped Harry pick out a large load of books for them to look though until the library closed.
Flipping through a particularly large volume Ron muttered to himself, "Why does it have to take so much time just to find one thing to get him back?" Hermione and Harry apparently to busy to hear, as they kept reading. Ron put the book down and shuffled though the mini mountain in front of him. He picked out a new one called, Magical Inventions of the Century, scanning the many pages dully. As much as he wanted to help out Harry, he wished that they could give up the investigation for a while and pay a game of wizard chess or exploding snap. Even when Harry had been in the Triwizard Tournament two years previous and Hermione and himself had been helping the search of how to get though the tasks, Ron hadn't done this much research at once.
Hermione looked over at Ron as he pretended to look through his assigned books. She knew that studying and research weren't his strong suit. He didn't seem to be getting any joy from this. If truth be told, she though, it was starting to annoy her too. She was certain that no matter how much they examined any book that they could ever hope to find, that none of them would reveal how to bring someone back from the death. It just couldn't be done. But she didn't think that Harry would give up until they had gone through all the books in the entire library. Though for some odd reason, she felt like she would help him do it. Even though she realised that it was pointless, she didn't want it to stop. For once Harry was doing something that she really enjoyed, instead of something that was more what Ron preferred. That meant that for once he was paying Hermione a lot of attention, and she was happy with every bit of it. She moved her chair a little closer to Harry's as she continued to read.
Harry's mind was going in a hundred different directions. All these new book with tons of new information, but still none leading to resurrecting Sirius. On top of that, he could sense that Hermione had been slowly coming close all night. He could hear her chair scrape across the floor of a brief moment once in a while. Just the slightest bit, almost as if he wouldn't notice it happening. Harry looked around the room. It was getting dark outside which meant that the library would be closing soon. With just a quick glance at Ron he saw that he was simple blankly staring down at the page, completely bored. If He remembered correctly, Ron was still looking at the same page that he had been the last time Harry had checked. Though, this really didn't bother him that mush. He just wanted to find the key to unlocking his problem as soon as possible, Harry told himself. Even if it meant boring his friends a little.
However, in the back of his mind, he knew that wasn't the real reason. Well, at least not the most important one. He had to admit to himself, that it was because he was spending so much time with Hermione lately. She seemed to really be enjoying looking through all these books, but Harry had a sneaking suspicion that it was because he was with her, not because it was the passion of her life. (Besides the fact that research and studying were the passion of Hermione's life.) He looked over in her direction and saw her push a curly lock of her beautiful hair out of her face and he realised that it was getting hard for him to concentrate on The Mastery of Advanced Magic. Harry had been having that problem for several nights now.
Madam Pince came up to them and told them, "It is time for you all to go. The library is closed and I am leaving." She extinguished the lamp at their table and gazed impatiently at them, waiting for them to get depart.
"Finally," Ron whispered under his breath as he jumped out of his set and began gathering his stuff.
"Help me carry the ones we haven't gone though, will you," Harry requested, looking expectantly at his friends. Hermione instantaneously grabbed the books sitting in front of her and shoved them into her bag, additionally picking up a few left from Harry's pill. Ron glanced sleepily at his stack and only selected a small amount to take with him.
As soon as the others had all of their belonging, Ron shot out the door of the library and rushed up the stairs towards the Gryffindor tower. Hermione and Harry lagged behind him, walking side by side. Both weighed down by many book in their arms and bags. Harry turned towards Hermione as they neared the picture of the fat lady. He asked hopefully, "Will you stay up and help me research a little more?"
Smiling, she replied, "Of course Harry. Anything for y- a friends."
Relieved, Harry stepped through the open portrait after her and made his way over to a round table near the inviting fireplace. Ron followed him over to the table but was happy when Harry said, "Ron, I know that you aren't having a very good time. You don't have to do anymore research. I think that Hermione and I can continue on our own. You could something else if you preferred."
"Ya, thanks. I think I'll just go up to the dorm them," he muttered and walked away up the boy's staircase.
Hermione looked at Harry amazed. After all the time he kept telling both Ron and her how much he needed their help, he was sending Ron away? On the other hand, he had pacifically asked her if she wanted to continue. It didn't make sense. Unless...
Could Harry have purposely sought to be alone with her? She found herself surprisingly joyful at that though, without full comprehension why. She glanced sideways at Harry, who was now the one that had positioned his chair very close to hers. He was looking at his book, but didn't seem to be at all concentrating on it.
In the corner of his eye, Harry saw that Hermione was gazing at him. He wondered what she was thinking. Could it be...? Was it possible that she was thinking about him? The thought was quiet inviting. Then a realization came to mind.
"Hermione..."
"Yes Harry?"
"Have you ever been friends with someone of a really long time, and then all of a sudden, recognized that you might like them...like them more them just a friend?" Harry asked in a strangely high voice.
Hermione's mind zipped off of its normal logical path and headed straight for the passion that was building inside. She just hoped that it would be the right answer.
Before either of them knew it, their lips were presses against one another, in the most passionate kiss either had ever had...
That is were I am going to leave it for now, but don't worry. I will try to get chapter 3 written really soon. Hope everyone likes the plot twisted I added. I just didn't think that it would be to overly interesting if there wasn't some romance in it.
Chapter 2: When Research Leads to Romance
The remainder of the summer sped by fast. The adults were all to busy fighting Voldermort's forces to take any notice of the large amount of research Harry, Ron, and Hermione were now doing. They spent most of their time up in the drawing room, looking through stacks of musty old books. After three weeks of investigating every book they could find in the house, they still had no better idea about how they could bring Sirius back, then they had the morning Harry had asked his friends to help him.
The holidays came to a close and before they know it, the three of them, as well as Ron's little sister Ginny were all heading back to school. They arrived back on a sunny September afternoon and after the sorting and a great feast, they returned to the familiar common room in the Gryffindor tower. Hermione suggested that they all when to bed right way, as the new term was starting the next day.
Harry lied awake of a long time before he got to sleep. He was annoyed that they had already spent so long searching for an answer and still knew nothing more. At least he was out of Sirius' house now. It was too painful to spend more then a month in the house, when his godfather was no longer there.
Waking up once again because of his nightmares, Harry rolled over in his comfy bed and stared blankly at his hangings as he continued to tremble. For once in her life, Hermione had been wrong. The dreams hadn't stop. If anything, they had gotten worse. Harry was getting anxious and the only way he could stop it all was to get Sirius back...
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After their first day of lessons, Harry led them all to the library to get a good start on researching. As Harry walked into the large room, he found himself truly greatly appreciating it for the first time. It had never looked so inviting in all his years at Hogwarts. Ron sat down at an empty table, while Hermione helped Harry pick out a large load of books for them to look though until the library closed.
Flipping through a particularly large volume Ron muttered to himself, "Why does it have to take so much time just to find one thing to get him back?" Hermione and Harry apparently to busy to hear, as they kept reading. Ron put the book down and shuffled though the mini mountain in front of him. He picked out a new one called, Magical Inventions of the Century, scanning the many pages dully. As much as he wanted to help out Harry, he wished that they could give up the investigation for a while and pay a game of wizard chess or exploding snap. Even when Harry had been in the Triwizard Tournament two years previous and Hermione and himself had been helping the search of how to get though the tasks, Ron hadn't done this much research at once.
Hermione looked over at Ron as he pretended to look through his assigned books. She knew that studying and research weren't his strong suit. He didn't seem to be getting any joy from this. If truth be told, she though, it was starting to annoy her too. She was certain that no matter how much they examined any book that they could ever hope to find, that none of them would reveal how to bring someone back from the death. It just couldn't be done. But she didn't think that Harry would give up until they had gone through all the books in the entire library. Though for some odd reason, she felt like she would help him do it. Even though she realised that it was pointless, she didn't want it to stop. For once Harry was doing something that she really enjoyed, instead of something that was more what Ron preferred. That meant that for once he was paying Hermione a lot of attention, and she was happy with every bit of it. She moved her chair a little closer to Harry's as she continued to read.
Harry's mind was going in a hundred different directions. All these new book with tons of new information, but still none leading to resurrecting Sirius. On top of that, he could sense that Hermione had been slowly coming close all night. He could hear her chair scrape across the floor of a brief moment once in a while. Just the slightest bit, almost as if he wouldn't notice it happening. Harry looked around the room. It was getting dark outside which meant that the library would be closing soon. With just a quick glance at Ron he saw that he was simple blankly staring down at the page, completely bored. If He remembered correctly, Ron was still looking at the same page that he had been the last time Harry had checked. Though, this really didn't bother him that mush. He just wanted to find the key to unlocking his problem as soon as possible, Harry told himself. Even if it meant boring his friends a little.
However, in the back of his mind, he knew that wasn't the real reason. Well, at least not the most important one. He had to admit to himself, that it was because he was spending so much time with Hermione lately. She seemed to really be enjoying looking through all these books, but Harry had a sneaking suspicion that it was because he was with her, not because it was the passion of her life. (Besides the fact that research and studying were the passion of Hermione's life.) He looked over in her direction and saw her push a curly lock of her beautiful hair out of her face and he realised that it was getting hard for him to concentrate on The Mastery of Advanced Magic. Harry had been having that problem for several nights now.
Madam Pince came up to them and told them, "It is time for you all to go. The library is closed and I am leaving." She extinguished the lamp at their table and gazed impatiently at them, waiting for them to get depart.
"Finally," Ron whispered under his breath as he jumped out of his set and began gathering his stuff.
"Help me carry the ones we haven't gone though, will you," Harry requested, looking expectantly at his friends. Hermione instantaneously grabbed the books sitting in front of her and shoved them into her bag, additionally picking up a few left from Harry's pill. Ron glanced sleepily at his stack and only selected a small amount to take with him.
As soon as the others had all of their belonging, Ron shot out the door of the library and rushed up the stairs towards the Gryffindor tower. Hermione and Harry lagged behind him, walking side by side. Both weighed down by many book in their arms and bags. Harry turned towards Hermione as they neared the picture of the fat lady. He asked hopefully, "Will you stay up and help me research a little more?"
Smiling, she replied, "Of course Harry. Anything for y- a friends."
Relieved, Harry stepped through the open portrait after her and made his way over to a round table near the inviting fireplace. Ron followed him over to the table but was happy when Harry said, "Ron, I know that you aren't having a very good time. You don't have to do anymore research. I think that Hermione and I can continue on our own. You could something else if you preferred."
"Ya, thanks. I think I'll just go up to the dorm them," he muttered and walked away up the boy's staircase.
Hermione looked at Harry amazed. After all the time he kept telling both Ron and her how much he needed their help, he was sending Ron away? On the other hand, he had pacifically asked her if she wanted to continue. It didn't make sense. Unless...
Could Harry have purposely sought to be alone with her? She found herself surprisingly joyful at that though, without full comprehension why. She glanced sideways at Harry, who was now the one that had positioned his chair very close to hers. He was looking at his book, but didn't seem to be at all concentrating on it.
In the corner of his eye, Harry saw that Hermione was gazing at him. He wondered what she was thinking. Could it be...? Was it possible that she was thinking about him? The thought was quiet inviting. Then a realization came to mind.
"Hermione..."
"Yes Harry?"
"Have you ever been friends with someone of a really long time, and then all of a sudden, recognized that you might like them...like them more them just a friend?" Harry asked in a strangely high voice.
Hermione's mind zipped off of its normal logical path and headed straight for the passion that was building inside. She just hoped that it would be the right answer.
Before either of them knew it, their lips were presses against one another, in the most passionate kiss either had ever had...
That is were I am going to leave it for now, but don't worry. I will try to get chapter 3 written really soon. Hope everyone likes the plot twisted I added. I just didn't think that it would be to overly interesting if there wasn't some romance in it.