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(DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the relative characters, they all belong to
J.K Rowling and the WB and so on... you guys now the drill)
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Title: Beutiful in Blue
Summary: Slightly based on Pretty in Pink, This story has a winding plot...that sounded proffesional eh?
Anyways, after fifth year when Hermione grew apart from Ron and Harry after a terrible emotional ordeal,
she is still in love with him. But how is she, Hogwarts biggest nerd, supposed to get with Hogwarts
most popular boy? Sure, she might have two great friends, Neville Longbottem who follows her around endlessley
and the two develloped a strange friendship that Neville wishes was much more and Ginny Weasley, the youngest and nicest
Weasley of them all but that isnt going to help her with Harry is it now? So when she finally tries to push Harry out forever,
it backfires and she cant help but fall deeply back in love with him in her seventh year. But can she give away her heart
that has already been broken by the horrible incident, or will Draco Malfoy complicate things even more?
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Prologue:
Hermione Granger sat on the plush couch in the Griffindor Common Room reading her new book, Hogwarts: A History, Special Edition.
She had her chair facing the fire place and it was late at night, perhaps 12 at night. Most of her fellow fifth years were out
at the bonfire Proffessor Dumbledore had set up for the winning house that year.
She sighed as she turned to look out the window and saw a large fire by the lake and her fellow Griffindors and teachers
around it, laughing and joking around. She missed that life, she missed being with those people. But most of all she missed two
people out of them all. Ronald Weasley and Harry Potter. They had been her best friends. Before the incident that is. She had been
there when it happened. Sitting right there beside her. They had made her watch when they killed her, made her watch as they Avada Kedavra
her own mother, Anne Granger. Hermione had withdrawn then, withdrawn into herself. It wasn't that Harry and Ron hadnt tried
to find out what was wrong, and mark those words, they did try. But it was more that she had given up on everything except for her studies.
And payback.
She had made the library more of a new home for herself, stufying ways to learn new spells to help her.
But it wasnt really the library that was her home, it was the room. She had come across
the room in her fourth year. A hidden stairway that led to the highest tower in all of Hogwarts and it was a glass room, full of fluffy'
pillows and warm fluffy carpeted floors. She had begun more and more to return there. When the pain became too much at night
and Lavander would wake her up from her nightmares she had simply nodded, slipped on a pair of slippers and sneaked out to the room. She could see everything
from there and it had become her sanctuary.
Late into the fifth year though, Ginny and her had developped a friendship when she saw Hermione go to
the room and followed her. Then, Neville, who seemded to be still in love with her, but was a good
friend, followed them one day and now, it wasnt only her room it was their room. But she was fine with that. Harry and Ron
had seemed to stop asking her or begging her to speak to them and it seemed that they didnt care.
There were times when she wished things were normal, but her mother always said things happened for a reason.
When she stopped hanging out with Harry and Ron, people began teasing her more, most people didnt
know about her mothers murder, infact, Harry and Ron didnt even know. Only Ginny, Neville, McGonnagle, Dumbledore and the
other staff knew.
Hermione looked into the fire that blazed in the commonroom as the tears slid down her soft cheeks, if only her mother were here. Her
beautiful, loving, muggle mother, her bestest friend in the whole world.
She was crying more now, small sobs escaping as she looked at the picture she had taken out while she was
absorbed in her thoughts.
There she was when she arrived at the platform and saw her mother againa and the two had embraced
her great father had snapped a photo.
Hermione let out a sob. She would give her life to be in those warm arms again.
She was jerked out of her reverie as the portrait smashed open.
"Did you see Seamus and Dean trying to roast those marshmullow thing-a -ma- bobbers Harry! I've
never seen something so cool in my life and then when Parvati started...."
Ron's voiced trailed off when he noticed someone else was in the room.
Hermione turned around to see who it was and found that she had been caught.
She snapped her book shut and ran up to her room sobbing, leaving two confused boys behind.
She had lost the two students who had mattered the most to her in Hogwarts.
And some how, she knew that if she told them why, they wouldnt understand... but there was still a voice in the back
of her head, the voice of her mother, telling her quietly,
"Everything will be fine sweet heart. Don't be so blue,"
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(A/N: Please REVIEW, this is just the prologue and im planning on having the story much much better
than the prologue since I wrote this really quickly. PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!)
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(DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the relative characters, they all belong to
J.K Rowling and the WB and so on... you guys now the drill)
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Title: Beutiful in Blue
Summary: Slightly based on Pretty in Pink, This story has a winding plot...that sounded proffesional eh?
Anyways, after fifth year when Hermione grew apart from Ron and Harry after a terrible emotional ordeal,
she is still in love with him. But how is she, Hogwarts biggest nerd, supposed to get with Hogwarts
most popular boy? Sure, she might have two great friends, Neville Longbottem who follows her around endlessley
and the two develloped a strange friendship that Neville wishes was much more and Ginny Weasley, the youngest and nicest
Weasley of them all but that isnt going to help her with Harry is it now? So when she finally tries to push Harry out forever,
it backfires and she cant help but fall deeply back in love with him in her seventh year. But can she give away her heart
that has already been broken by the horrible incident, or will Draco Malfoy complicate things even more?
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Prologue:
Hermione Granger sat on the plush couch in the Griffindor Common Room reading her new book, Hogwarts: A History, Special Edition.
She had her chair facing the fire place and it was late at night, perhaps 12 at night. Most of her fellow fifth years were out
at the bonfire Proffessor Dumbledore had set up for the winning house that year.
She sighed as she turned to look out the window and saw a large fire by the lake and her fellow Griffindors and teachers
around it, laughing and joking around. She missed that life, she missed being with those people. But most of all she missed two
people out of them all. Ronald Weasley and Harry Potter. They had been her best friends. Before the incident that is. She had been
there when it happened. Sitting right there beside her. They had made her watch when they killed her, made her watch as they Avada Kedavra
her own mother, Anne Granger. Hermione had withdrawn then, withdrawn into herself. It wasn't that Harry and Ron hadnt tried
to find out what was wrong, and mark those words, they did try. But it was more that she had given up on everything except for her studies.
And payback.
She had made the library more of a new home for herself, stufying ways to learn new spells to help her.
But it wasnt really the library that was her home, it was the room. She had come across
the room in her fourth year. A hidden stairway that led to the highest tower in all of Hogwarts and it was a glass room, full of fluffy'
pillows and warm fluffy carpeted floors. She had begun more and more to return there. When the pain became too much at night
and Lavander would wake her up from her nightmares she had simply nodded, slipped on a pair of slippers and sneaked out to the room. She could see everything
from there and it had become her sanctuary.
Late into the fifth year though, Ginny and her had developped a friendship when she saw Hermione go to
the room and followed her. Then, Neville, who seemded to be still in love with her, but was a good
friend, followed them one day and now, it wasnt only her room it was their room. But she was fine with that. Harry and Ron
had seemed to stop asking her or begging her to speak to them and it seemed that they didnt care.
There were times when she wished things were normal, but her mother always said things happened for a reason.
When she stopped hanging out with Harry and Ron, people began teasing her more, most people didnt
know about her mothers murder, infact, Harry and Ron didnt even know. Only Ginny, Neville, McGonnagle, Dumbledore and the
other staff knew.
Hermione looked into the fire that blazed in the commonroom as the tears slid down her soft cheeks, if only her mother were here. Her
beautiful, loving, muggle mother, her bestest friend in the whole world.
She was crying more now, small sobs escaping as she looked at the picture she had taken out while she was
absorbed in her thoughts.
There she was when she arrived at the platform and saw her mother againa and the two had embraced
her great father had snapped a photo.
Hermione let out a sob. She would give her life to be in those warm arms again.
She was jerked out of her reverie as the portrait smashed open.
"Did you see Seamus and Dean trying to roast those marshmullow thing-a -ma- bobbers Harry! I've
never seen something so cool in my life and then when Parvati started...."
Ron's voiced trailed off when he noticed someone else was in the room.
Hermione turned around to see who it was and found that she had been caught.
She snapped her book shut and ran up to her room sobbing, leaving two confused boys behind.
She had lost the two students who had mattered the most to her in Hogwarts.
And some how, she knew that if she told them why, they wouldnt understand... but there was still a voice in the back
of her head, the voice of her mother, telling her quietly,
"Everything will be fine sweet heart. Don't be so blue,"
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(A/N: Please REVIEW, this is just the prologue and im planning on having the story much much better
than the prologue since I wrote this really quickly. PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!)
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