Notes from the author
I own none of these characters or anything associated with them.
I can't seem to get punctuation to work right, so from now on, Harry's thoughts will be underlined. Thank you for bearing with me.
I haven't waited long enough to get any reviews, I was to quick writing. Go me!
And props to my beta, iced-forest.
Harry woke up with a start.
That was an odd dream, wasn't it? Yeah it was. Hermione was there coming slowly toward me and then... Yes that sounds like an odd one there. Well, are you going to keep laying here and talking to yourself, or are you going to go get some...
"BREAKFAST!" Mrs. Weasley bellowed from the kitchen. Immediately, the sounds of all the kids in the house sprinting to the kitchen could be heard from where Harry slept in one of the unused bedrooms.
Better go get some of that before it's all gone, sleepyhead.
Harry pulled himself out of bed and threw one of his light, oversized summer robes on.
He had just stepped out of his room when the door across from his, the bathroom, opened and Hermoine stepped out, dripping wet and wearing a towel that covered quite a bit of her body, but seemed like it was covering a lot less.
Harry jolted back a step to avoid running dead into her and tried not to look away from her eyes.
"Oh hey, sorry there, didn't expect anyone to be right there right then," she said while flipping a few bits of her wet hair out of her face.
"Oh, well, uh, 'sok" Harry stumbled.
Damn it, you let your little crush on your best friend get out of control. Now you can't even talk to her. Damn idiot!
"I'm looking forward to the movie later," she said quietly.
Does the way she said that mean she feels like you do? Oh god, it might. Shit, what do I say now? Okay, breathe, breathe.
"Me, too," said Harry. "Well, see you at breakfast when you're, uh, dressed."
"Yep," she said brightly, smiled, and hurried up the stair to her temporary room.
As Harry headed toward the kitchen, his mind wandered.
Wow, she has AMAZING legs. Too bad school robes usually cover them up, otherwise you could look all you wanted. You had better kiss her tonight, or at least try to, otherwise you'll be a complete dink.
With that last thought, Harry got to the breakfast table.
I own none of these characters or anything associated with them.
I can't seem to get punctuation to work right, so from now on, Harry's thoughts will be underlined. Thank you for bearing with me.
I haven't waited long enough to get any reviews, I was to quick writing. Go me!
And props to my beta, iced-forest.
Harry woke up with a start.
That was an odd dream, wasn't it? Yeah it was. Hermione was there coming slowly toward me and then... Yes that sounds like an odd one there. Well, are you going to keep laying here and talking to yourself, or are you going to go get some...
"BREAKFAST!" Mrs. Weasley bellowed from the kitchen. Immediately, the sounds of all the kids in the house sprinting to the kitchen could be heard from where Harry slept in one of the unused bedrooms.
Better go get some of that before it's all gone, sleepyhead.
Harry pulled himself out of bed and threw one of his light, oversized summer robes on.
He had just stepped out of his room when the door across from his, the bathroom, opened and Hermoine stepped out, dripping wet and wearing a towel that covered quite a bit of her body, but seemed like it was covering a lot less.
Harry jolted back a step to avoid running dead into her and tried not to look away from her eyes.
"Oh hey, sorry there, didn't expect anyone to be right there right then," she said while flipping a few bits of her wet hair out of her face.
"Oh, well, uh, 'sok" Harry stumbled.
Damn it, you let your little crush on your best friend get out of control. Now you can't even talk to her. Damn idiot!
"I'm looking forward to the movie later," she said quietly.
Does the way she said that mean she feels like you do? Oh god, it might. Shit, what do I say now? Okay, breathe, breathe.
"Me, too," said Harry. "Well, see you at breakfast when you're, uh, dressed."
"Yep," she said brightly, smiled, and hurried up the stair to her temporary room.
As Harry headed toward the kitchen, his mind wandered.
Wow, she has AMAZING legs. Too bad school robes usually cover them up, otherwise you could look all you wanted. You had better kiss her tonight, or at least try to, otherwise you'll be a complete dink.
With that last thought, Harry got to the breakfast table.