The Bracelet
Chapter 1
A/N: Yes, it's an H/Hr shipper. And my first, would you believe it. Please, constructive criticism. And Yes, I don't own any of the characters or places. If I DID, would I be writing fanfics for free? Hahahaha......[insane giggling]
It was a warm afternoon in October, and Harry, Hermione and Ron were to be found in potions, the only place where it always seemed cold, even on days like this. Harry was almost asleep, but still alert....he didn't want to get in Snape's bad books again, not so soon into term. Potions was deadly dull. And today was one of the dullest days imaginable. At least when they were doing practical work, they had something remotely interesting to do and they were on their feet, despite Snape criticising your potion, or Malfoy spilling something in it to make it emit green gasses and a high pitched squeal (last Thursday). But written work, lectures from equally boring Snape...Harry just couldn't handle it sometimes. He stared at the back of Hermione's head in awe most of the time, as she was always frantically scribbling down notes. Actually, once he had become used to that fact, he just stared at the back of Hermione's head in potions.
Harry snapped out of his daze when Ron nudged him and stood up. Snape had dismissed the class. Shoving his books into his bag, he and Ron walked out, and were joined by Hermione at the door.
"I'm glad I managed to get all that down. My hand is aching now!" Hermione commented, rubbing said hand.
"I honestly don't know why you bother Hermione." Ron muttered, to himself. "Hey Harry, watch up." He added, noticing Malfoy, who was stood in their path, sneering, as usual, at Harry.
"Oh look. My three favourite people." Malfoy smirked, with a laugh from Crabbe and Goyle, his two surly cronies. "Potter. Ready to be beaten tomorrow night?"
For tomorrow night was the first quidditch match of the term. Gryffindor versus Slytherin.
"I'm ready to watch you get beaten with those bludgers. Fred and George are the best beaters in the school." Harry replied, shoving past Malfoy, with a glowering Hermione and Ron in tow.
He had been preparing for this match. Oliver Wood had called for practices three times a week, and last week it had been four times, and outside that, Harry had been getting in an extra hour or so in the evenings and weekends, getting Hermione to cast spells on oranges to act as the snitch, when the quidditch balls were being used by Slytherin. She had managed to teach a complaining Ron how to do it, only just sufficiently enough, so she had more time to do her homework. Harry didn't know why, but he missed her somewhat, when it was Ron, shouting at the orange when all it did was float for a second then drop to the ground. Not only because she charmed the orange better, but just her presence seemed to inspire him. He shook these thoughts to the back of his head though. "You're being silly" He told himself. "Ron inspires you too...he's even on the team. And he's your other best mate....And all this 'Missing Hermione' stuff...where has that come from? She's only up in the Common room..."
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The next morning, Harry joined Hermione and Ron at the breakfast table. "Morning Harry!" Hermione smiled, causing Harry to grin back, but he didn't know why.
"Morning guys," he answered, and sat down, grabbing a piece of toast.
"We're in luck Harry!" Ron started. "One of the Slytherin chasers has broken an ankle and can't play. They've had to call in a substitute, who's even worse! We're going to win for sure!"
Harry, although delighted by this news, was still a little nervous. The nerves were still there as they made their way to the quidditch pitch, and he waved goodbye to Ron and Hermione, who went to the stands.
After he got changed, and after the usual pep-talk from Wood, they made their way onto the pitch. He could hear Gryffindor yelling encouragement, amongst Slytherin booing them loudly.
The match didn't go as well as planned. Although Fred made a splendid hit at Malfoy with a bludger, as promised by Harry, Malfoy ducked at the last second, and the bludger shot straight by him. Not long into the game, Slytherin were ahead by 20 points. Harry began to loose a little faith, and was slowly circling the field, ten feet above the other players, when he saw a gold glimmer in the corner of his eye. The Snitch! He shot after it, but he soon noticed a bludger, headed straight for his nose, and so had to re-position himself, and the distance between him and the snitch grew. Malfoy had spotted Harry, and was speeding up the pitch to meet him. Harry couldn't let Malfoy get it, he couldn't. He sped after it, thankful to George, who had sent another bludger to Malfoy, knocking him off course. As he sped over a crowd of cheering Gryffindors, he caught sight of Hermione, cheering wildly. Something warm rose within him, and made him smile. He noticed he had sped up and that the snitch was within his reach. He caught it and circled down to the ground, where his fellow Gryffindors rushed over, cheering and hugging him. He had caught it! Gryffindor had won the game!
After the match, Harry stayed behind in the changing rooms for a while, after the others had left. He just sat, smiling to himself. He didn't feel like moving. But he got up. Fred and George had planned a victory party in the common room, and he wanted to show face.
Chapter 1
A/N: Yes, it's an H/Hr shipper. And my first, would you believe it. Please, constructive criticism. And Yes, I don't own any of the characters or places. If I DID, would I be writing fanfics for free? Hahahaha......[insane giggling]
It was a warm afternoon in October, and Harry, Hermione and Ron were to be found in potions, the only place where it always seemed cold, even on days like this. Harry was almost asleep, but still alert....he didn't want to get in Snape's bad books again, not so soon into term. Potions was deadly dull. And today was one of the dullest days imaginable. At least when they were doing practical work, they had something remotely interesting to do and they were on their feet, despite Snape criticising your potion, or Malfoy spilling something in it to make it emit green gasses and a high pitched squeal (last Thursday). But written work, lectures from equally boring Snape...Harry just couldn't handle it sometimes. He stared at the back of Hermione's head in awe most of the time, as she was always frantically scribbling down notes. Actually, once he had become used to that fact, he just stared at the back of Hermione's head in potions.
Harry snapped out of his daze when Ron nudged him and stood up. Snape had dismissed the class. Shoving his books into his bag, he and Ron walked out, and were joined by Hermione at the door.
"I'm glad I managed to get all that down. My hand is aching now!" Hermione commented, rubbing said hand.
"I honestly don't know why you bother Hermione." Ron muttered, to himself. "Hey Harry, watch up." He added, noticing Malfoy, who was stood in their path, sneering, as usual, at Harry.
"Oh look. My three favourite people." Malfoy smirked, with a laugh from Crabbe and Goyle, his two surly cronies. "Potter. Ready to be beaten tomorrow night?"
For tomorrow night was the first quidditch match of the term. Gryffindor versus Slytherin.
"I'm ready to watch you get beaten with those bludgers. Fred and George are the best beaters in the school." Harry replied, shoving past Malfoy, with a glowering Hermione and Ron in tow.
He had been preparing for this match. Oliver Wood had called for practices three times a week, and last week it had been four times, and outside that, Harry had been getting in an extra hour or so in the evenings and weekends, getting Hermione to cast spells on oranges to act as the snitch, when the quidditch balls were being used by Slytherin. She had managed to teach a complaining Ron how to do it, only just sufficiently enough, so she had more time to do her homework. Harry didn't know why, but he missed her somewhat, when it was Ron, shouting at the orange when all it did was float for a second then drop to the ground. Not only because she charmed the orange better, but just her presence seemed to inspire him. He shook these thoughts to the back of his head though. "You're being silly" He told himself. "Ron inspires you too...he's even on the team. And he's your other best mate....And all this 'Missing Hermione' stuff...where has that come from? She's only up in the Common room..."
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The next morning, Harry joined Hermione and Ron at the breakfast table. "Morning Harry!" Hermione smiled, causing Harry to grin back, but he didn't know why.
"Morning guys," he answered, and sat down, grabbing a piece of toast.
"We're in luck Harry!" Ron started. "One of the Slytherin chasers has broken an ankle and can't play. They've had to call in a substitute, who's even worse! We're going to win for sure!"
Harry, although delighted by this news, was still a little nervous. The nerves were still there as they made their way to the quidditch pitch, and he waved goodbye to Ron and Hermione, who went to the stands.
After he got changed, and after the usual pep-talk from Wood, they made their way onto the pitch. He could hear Gryffindor yelling encouragement, amongst Slytherin booing them loudly.
The match didn't go as well as planned. Although Fred made a splendid hit at Malfoy with a bludger, as promised by Harry, Malfoy ducked at the last second, and the bludger shot straight by him. Not long into the game, Slytherin were ahead by 20 points. Harry began to loose a little faith, and was slowly circling the field, ten feet above the other players, when he saw a gold glimmer in the corner of his eye. The Snitch! He shot after it, but he soon noticed a bludger, headed straight for his nose, and so had to re-position himself, and the distance between him and the snitch grew. Malfoy had spotted Harry, and was speeding up the pitch to meet him. Harry couldn't let Malfoy get it, he couldn't. He sped after it, thankful to George, who had sent another bludger to Malfoy, knocking him off course. As he sped over a crowd of cheering Gryffindors, he caught sight of Hermione, cheering wildly. Something warm rose within him, and made him smile. He noticed he had sped up and that the snitch was within his reach. He caught it and circled down to the ground, where his fellow Gryffindors rushed over, cheering and hugging him. He had caught it! Gryffindor had won the game!
After the match, Harry stayed behind in the changing rooms for a while, after the others had left. He just sat, smiling to himself. He didn't feel like moving. But he got up. Fred and George had planned a victory party in the common room, and he wanted to show face.