Disclaimer - If I owned Harry Potter I would own a fleet of flying monkeys.
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Hermione climbed the stairs to the Griffindor girl's dormitory, it had been a hard tiring day and she had spent most of it trying to keep out of the way of Tim.
She reached the room and flung herself onto her bed only to spring back up again in surprise.
'Oh no!' She cried.
She had just jumped on what looked like a bundle of feathers.
'Tweet' the bundle of feathers chirped.
Then Hermione realised she had jumped on a small tawny owl, but by the looks of the things it seemed ok.
She picked it up and carried over to the window where she knew she would find some owl treats.
She was just about to leave the owl there to recover when she spotted something attached to its leg, she gently pulled off a piece of rolled up parchment and began to read.
DEAR HERMIONE,
I KNOW THAT YOUR FIRST IMPRESSION OF ME MIGHT NOT BE A GOOD ONE BUT I WISH TO TELL YOU THAT I WILL DO ANYTHING TO CHANGE IT.
I HAVE BEEN VERY PUSHY, WHICH IS OUT OF CHARACTER FOR ME, IT'S JUST THAT I HAVE NEVER SEEN ANYONE AS BEAUTIFUL AS YOU BEFORE.
PLEASE WOULD YOU MEET ME OUTSIDE THE PICTURE OF THE FRUIT BOWL IN THE SECOND FLOOR CORRIDOR AT 10 O'CLOCK. I HAVE SOMETHING TO GIVE YOU TO MAKE UP FOR MY RUDE BEHAVIOUR.
YOURS, ALWAYS,
TIM ROBERTS
Hermione stared at the letter, then folded it up and put it in her black robes.
"Should I meet him? Well it can't do any harm and I doubt whether he'll try anything on as he seems sure that he wants to create another image in my mind. I'LL MEET HIM!"
Hermione was determined now, she would meet him at 10 o'clock and see what he would do to try and change her mind about him!
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Hermione walked up to the painting of the fruit bowl, she was slightly nervous and she couldn't help but wonder why she was here. She fiddled with a strand of her auburn hair nervously, where was Tim?
She looked around the darkened corridor hoping to maybe catch a glimpse of him in the dark. Any sign of those bright blue or were they green eyes?
The more she thought about him the more her sensible side seemed to be abandoning her.
The painting suddenly flew open to reveal a small house elf with over large ears and a big squishy nose.
'Miss Hermione Granger?' The house elf squeaked.
'Yes?' Queried Hermione. Her large chocolate eyes round as saucers.
'This way please,' said the house elf bowing her through the door.
Hermione climbed through and grasped with awe.
'Oh, my!'
The whole kitchen had been turned into what seemed a forest with a large silver lake on the far side, a mahogany table, in the middle of the forest, was set for two people. Two blood red candles were set in gold candlesticks and the light emitted from them flickered eerily around the wood.
A small oven was in the corner and three house elves were gathered around it, and by the looks of things they were cooking. A sensuous smell reached her nostrils and she took a deep breath, trying to capture it and hold it forever. For once she was not worried about the house elves, the sight was too wonderful and it left her mesmerised.
'For you' a deep male voice said from behind her.
Hermione turned around. There was Tim in robes of deep royal blue, she gasped he looked gorgeous.
'For you' he said again handing her a yellow rose. 'I never much liked red ones' he explained staring at her intently.
Hermione allowed herself to be taken to one of the seats at the dark wooden table; Tim sat down in the seat opposite her.
'This is truly beautiful' Hermione exclaimed her chocolate eyes filling with tears. 'No one has ever done anything like this for me before.'
'I take it I'm forgiven then?' Tim asked, taking hold of her hand and holding it tightly.
Hermione smiled up at him.
'Yes, yes! Of course. Thank you so much.'
'It's my pleasure' replied Tim. 'Now will you do something for me?'
'Yes?'
'Stop crying?'
'Oh!' Hermione felt herself blush, 'Of course! I'm sorry.'
Tim smiled at her; it seemed at last everything was going to plan
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It had been a lovely evening; Hermione had talked to Tim about books most of the time. No one had ever shared her enthusiasm before and he actually loved all of her favourite books and he had read almost as much as she had.
Hermione couldn't believe it, why had she ever thought him creepy and slimy, he was lovely. A god!
When the last remains of their meal had been cleared away by the house elves, Tim stood up and offered her his hand.
Hermione took it and assumed he was going to walk her too the Griffindor tower. Instead he led her over to the lake.
'One last surprise' he said.
A silver rowing boat came up to the bank of the lake. Tim helped her to get in. His body felt deliciously warm.
The boat seemed to have some sort of charm on it as it moved without them even having to touch the oars.
Hermione could hear string quintet music being played; it washed over her as though it was water.
'Hermione?'
'Yes?' She replied.
'You look beautiful tonight.'
Hermione felt herself blushing.
'Can I kiss you' asked Tim.
Hermione looked at him.
'No.' She replied. Tim looked crestfallen. 'I want to kiss you'.
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Question - Morgain Lestrage; Um ok, this is a good idea just the way u portray Voldemort/Riddle is WRONG. And why does he want Hermy? YOu have some grammar problems and whats with the apartments at the beginning. Oh and you should seperate when characters speak better, it gets confusing.
Answer - How is the way I portray Voldemort wrong? Everyone sees Voldemort in a different way, however this is how I'm portraying Voldemort.
Why, in the first 6 chapters, would I reveal the reason behind why Voldemort wants Hermione?
I admit I may have a few grammar problems, but technically I have more important things to worry about and fan fiction allows me to write the way I want without worrying that I'm not going to get an A/A, therefore I can't spend as long checking it as I would like. When it gets to the summer holidays and I have finished my exams I will have more time to spend on it.
On old trains each carriage had about 3 or 4 apartments with a corridor along the side, and seeing as the Hogwarts express is an old train…
How does the way my characters speak get confusing? I do it the CORRECT way, by leaving a line in between each paragraph when another character starts speaking, maybe you should brush up on your grammar?
However I do value your opinion.
Oh, and by the way you spelt separate wrong, and you missed out the apostrophe in what's.
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I thought I already explained the fact that I can not write long chapters, I will however try and make them longer.
Voldemort may seem out of character however you do not know the reason behind why he is acting like this, so please stop telling me that I am portraying Voldemort wrong as he is acting like this for a reason.
Hermione is also acting slightly out of character, I am trying to make it look as though Voldemort has some sort of power over her, but I am trying to maintain her 'bookish' and sensible side.
The plot is moving relatively quickly as I want to make it interesting and not drag. I have already realised that it may be going too quickly and I am trying to slow it down however, I only get limited time in which to write this fan fiction and I want to make it interesting for me otherwise I'll just get bored of it and give up
Thank you to all my reviewers, especially Vera-Sabe and Rushumble (what a cool name!).