Emerald Eyes

Author: Her-mee-o-ninny (but you can call me Danni)

Title: Emerald Eyes

Rating: PG-13

Disclaimer: Sigh...I do not own Harry Potter, nor am I making money from this story.

A/N: Hey again! Thanks for the reviews. Ya, I was actually planning on putting this on Portkey.org (I've read sooo many fanfics from there, hehe), but I just had to make sure u guys liked it first. Sooo, I guess it will be going up on portkey, eventually. Thank you so much for all of the reviews (and thank you for pointing out the mistake with "Alohomora". ::smacks herself:: I've corrected that mistake in Chapter One, now) Here's Chapter Two...hope ya like it!!

Chapter Two: The Letter

Sitting on his bed, in complete shock, Harry continued to stare at the letter. Thoughts raced through his mind. 'Sirius? What's going on? No, Sirius is dead, I've moved on. I defeated that hope ages ago. Then how is it that I have a letter from my dead godfather in my hand at this very moment? How is it that I am staring at his name if he couldn't have written it?' Harry was so confused. This simple piece of parchment was ripping at every part of him that believed Sirius was gone forever. He had gone to his "funeral", he had visited his empty grave, and yet the thing he had always wanted, another chance, was grasped in his hand at that very moment. He looked up at the top of the letter and began reading.

An hour later, Harry had reread the letter for what had seemed the millionth time. One single thought remained in his mind. 'Rest in peace, Padfoot'.

A tear rolled down Harry's cheek as he sat there in silence.



A few towns away, a mass of bushy brown hair stirred, enveloping a girl of simple beauty tossing and turning in her sleep. With an exasperated sigh, she sat up, frantically brushing her hair from her face. She reached a hand over to turn on her lamp, which lit up the room in an instant.

The room she was sitting in was immaculately clean. Not a single item she owned was out of place. Her school robes were neatly folded and stored in her trunk, positioned at the foot of her bed. Her wand strategically placed on her bedside table, along with her lamp and a picture of her and her friends. Books and books lined her walls, all in the correct order she had placed them in. Usually, her satisfaction with her room would put a smile to her face, but at this point, Hermione didn't care.

She had lost numerous nights of sleep over what she considered "school-girl drama". Ever since Harry had broken up with Ginny, Hermione had been punished, beyond belief. She had never been one for "girl-talk", since she had always been with Harry and Ron. Now, however, Ginny forced Hermione to listen to her yell, scream, whine, complain, laugh, and cry about Harry, over the telephone that she had unfortunately learned how to use. Yes, she had always been somewhat of a friend to Hermione, but why her? Why couldn't Ginny just call up one of her annoying little friends she was always with? 'I'm sure one of those twits would consider all this nonsense much more interesting than me' she thought to herself, slightly annoyed.

On top of listening to Ginny, she had Ron to deal with, as well. She knew that he was not talking to Harry, and she spent most of the time attempting to convince Ron to speak to him. 'But, of course, Ron had to be a stubborn jackass and continue to be...well, a stubborn jackass' a voice said inside her head. Hermione smirked, "Things never do change," she muttered to herself.

Actually, one thing that had changed was that she hadn't spoken a word to Harry. Normally, she would have written to him every so often to catch up on things, but she hadn't even sent him one owl over a course of a few weeks. She certainly wasn't upset with him. She was far from it, actually. Hermione was proud that he had seen that he and Ginny just didn't share the same feelings. She had been quite annoyed with Ginny and her utterly annoying little friends. They had no idea who the real Harry Potter was. Yes, Ginny had fought with them earlier that year, but she had never had even a full conversation with Harry before. Hermione couldn't believe it when Ginny had actually asked her to ask Harry out for her.



She had been sitting in her favorite chair by the fire, rereading Hogwarts, A History. It seemed as though the fire from the common room fireplace was burning inside of her. Uncharacteristically, Hermione stood up, and strode out of the common room, without giving Ginny even the slightest acknowledgement.

Ironically, she was so furious, that she had bumped right into Harry, sending herself to the floor with a thud.

"Are you alright?" Harry had asked, concerned.

"Wha-Oh! Harry! I'm so sorry! Ginny...I mean, I was just...heading for the library and..."

"What about Ginny?" Harry asked suspiciously, and also rather forcefully. Hermione didn't know what to say. She opened her mouth to speak, but then closed it again.

Harry sighed. "C'mon, I need to talk to you."

Harry brought Hermione to library where they found a quiet corner to talk in. Hermione tried to begin, but Harry stopped her.

"What is it with girls?!" Harry interrupted. "I mean, I'm just minding my own business, getting a head-start on homework for once and this group of five or six girls run up to me giggling and practically pin me to the wall. Why couldn't she just ask me herself? I just stood there like an idiot while they waited for an answer. Then, when I leave, they all follow me, shouting at me about how it would rip her apart if I said 'No'. And now—"

"Harry!" Hermione interrupted. "You're rambling. You sound like you're almost in hysterics. Merlin, just calm down."

Harry sighed. "Sorry, you're just the only person I can talk to and I really have no clue what to do."

"Alright, let me get this straight. Ginny had her group of annoying little tw-I mean, friends come up to you to see if you would date Ginny. You don't know what to do, so you stood there for a while and then eventually left..."

"Right, and then her friends started harassing me all the way back to Gryffindor Tower. They gave up right before I turned the corner and then bumped into you. Merlin, 'Mione, I don't know what to do. I don't want to hurt Ginny's feelings, but I've never really considered her as more than a friend. She's always been "Ron's little sister". She's practically my sister. It would just be awkward. I don't think I've even really talked to her, had a full conversation, I mean."

"Well, what's your gut feeling? I know you don't want to hurt Ginny, but really, you don't want to make yourself miserable," Hermione said, trying to get him to make some sort of decision.

"At first, I was shocked. Like I said, I've never really thought of Ginny as a potential girlfriend. When her friends were harassing me, though, I kept thinking about how I'd actually be normal, having a girlfriend. It sort of made sense. But, now, it just sounds completely ridiculous."

"Well, you're somewhat making sense..." Hermione chuckled. Harry looked up, giving her a lop-sided grin. Hermione started to blush and quickly looked away, to hide her face.

"Hermione? What should I do?"

"I don't know, Harry. I'm not going to be the one dating, Ginny. Just go with your gut I guess. It's not like I've had much experience in the dating field," Hermione said, smirking.

"Alright, thanks, Hermione. At least I'm not losing my mind anymore," he said, flashing another lop-sided grin. Hermione smiled back, and was surprised when Harry pulled her into a tight hug.

At that moment, she knew why she had been so furious with Ginny. Hermione had feelings for Harry. Yes, they had always been the best of friends, but being in his arms just seemed right. It was almost unusual how right it felt. When she noticed that they had been hugging for what had seemed unnaturally long for even close friends, she pulled away.

"I-I have to...go," she said quickly. Harry gave her a perplexed look before she turned and quickly walked out of the library, her mind racing.

Hermione had been ashamed with herself that even the memory of being in Harry's arms, caused butterflies to form in her stomach. She longed to be in Harry's arms again, even if it was only a hug between friends. Once Harry gave in, and began dating Ginny, she tried to avoid Harry as much as she could, without making it too obvious. A noxious feeling in the pit of her stomach always formed when she saw Harry and Ginny together. She was jealous, insanely jealous by the end of the year.

She shook these thoughts out of her head, disappointed with herself. Why was she getting herself so worked up over a boy? This was not the Hermione everyone knew, or at least thought they knew. Letting out an exasperated sigh, she walked over to her desk, took out a piece of parchment and a quill and began to write. At first, she was writing to particularly no one. It was just another entry she'd add to her journal. Halfway through, however, she began directing the entry towards Harry, without even realizing it.

After what seemed an eternity she stopped writing, looking at her writing, stunned. She had practically poured out her heart onto this one piece of parchment, everything about the one person that had been on her mind for the past few months, Harry. She just stared at the parchment for quite some time, before picking it up and frantically ripping it into a million pieces. She didn't know why she had done this, but she was so confused at this point, it didn't matter.

A tear rolled down Hermione's cheek as she sat there in silence.

A/N: Hope you liked Chapter Two!! I know some of you may be disappointed that I didn't write out Sirius's letter that Harry had received. I actually had done that at first, but it really took away the impact of the last sentence in Harry's point of view, plus the letter just sounded completely ridiculous, hehe. Harry will explain the letter later on, so don't worry. Regarding POV's, I hope that switching to Hermione's POV wasn't too confusing, I tried to make it an easy transition, but if not, please tell me so I can work on it. Well, I think that's all. The next chapter should be coming soon!!