On An Ordinary Day
Disclaimer: I own zilch
A/n: im sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry I haven't updated in *counts on finger, and toes* in like six months!!! I feel so bad, cuz you guys seem to like this story so much. But now I am writing! Don't worry, be happy. C'mon you can sing "don't worry, be happy" oh wait. I hate that song. Let's sing something else . . . darn "The Goonies 'R good enough" is too hard to sing..
Chapter 2
"What was that for?" Harry blushed
"I like you too" Hermione confessed
"Really?" Harry asked
"Yeah" Hermione said
"Wow" Harry muttered underneath his breath. Hermione just laughed, she could hear him.
"So, how long have you liked me for?" Harry asked Hermione
"A few months or so" Hermione answered
"Serious?"
"Do I seem like the kind of person to lie about that?" She laughed
"No I guess not. Um. Hermione?" Harry stuttered
"Yes Harry"
"Um.will you go out with me?" He asked
"Of course" And she bent over and kissed his cheek softly.
"It's getting late. I think I should go back to my own dorm before someone notices I'm gone." Harry said.
"Okay, I will see you tomorrow, bye" Hermione waved as Harry left her dorm saying bye as well.
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There was a shatter, a clatter, and a slip. Ron Weasley was found rummaging through his belongings for his nicest robes. It had been four days since Harry and Hermione had confessed their feelings. Ron had no idea whatsoever.
The shatter was when his glass vase had fallen off his nightstand and broke. The clatter was when Ron's bag of marbles had spilled. And the slip was when Ron slipped on his marbles that were scattered all over the floor.
Ron was dressing up for his daring line he was going to say to Hermione tonight.
"Hermione, I think I am in love with you."
He felt it was cheesy, but it got the point across. He had this all planned out. He would say the words to Hermione, then lean over and kiss her.
Finally he had found his clothing. He hoped it wasn't too much. But what did he care, the important thing was he was going to confess his feelings he concealed for too long now. The feelings building up inside of him since fourth year.
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A/N: okay guys heres the deal. Im going to edit chapter one of this. And im going to make this a longer fic than I intended. I have some ideas, and now im excited. Sorry to leave you on another cliffy. But I PROMISE the wait wont be as long
-seedy-
Disclaimer: I own zilch
A/n: im sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry I haven't updated in *counts on finger, and toes* in like six months!!! I feel so bad, cuz you guys seem to like this story so much. But now I am writing! Don't worry, be happy. C'mon you can sing "don't worry, be happy" oh wait. I hate that song. Let's sing something else . . . darn "The Goonies 'R good enough" is too hard to sing..
Chapter 2
"What was that for?" Harry blushed
"I like you too" Hermione confessed
"Really?" Harry asked
"Yeah" Hermione said
"Wow" Harry muttered underneath his breath. Hermione just laughed, she could hear him.
"So, how long have you liked me for?" Harry asked Hermione
"A few months or so" Hermione answered
"Serious?"
"Do I seem like the kind of person to lie about that?" She laughed
"No I guess not. Um. Hermione?" Harry stuttered
"Yes Harry"
"Um.will you go out with me?" He asked
"Of course" And she bent over and kissed his cheek softly.
"It's getting late. I think I should go back to my own dorm before someone notices I'm gone." Harry said.
"Okay, I will see you tomorrow, bye" Hermione waved as Harry left her dorm saying bye as well.
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There was a shatter, a clatter, and a slip. Ron Weasley was found rummaging through his belongings for his nicest robes. It had been four days since Harry and Hermione had confessed their feelings. Ron had no idea whatsoever.
The shatter was when his glass vase had fallen off his nightstand and broke. The clatter was when Ron's bag of marbles had spilled. And the slip was when Ron slipped on his marbles that were scattered all over the floor.
Ron was dressing up for his daring line he was going to say to Hermione tonight.
"Hermione, I think I am in love with you."
He felt it was cheesy, but it got the point across. He had this all planned out. He would say the words to Hermione, then lean over and kiss her.
Finally he had found his clothing. He hoped it wasn't too much. But what did he care, the important thing was he was going to confess his feelings he concealed for too long now. The feelings building up inside of him since fourth year.
********************************************************************;
A/N: okay guys heres the deal. Im going to edit chapter one of this. And im going to make this a longer fic than I intended. I have some ideas, and now im excited. Sorry to leave you on another cliffy. But I PROMISE the wait wont be as long
-seedy-