**Harry**
'I don't know what came over me in Dumbledore's office today. Hermione's my best friend. She just looked so pretty in her beige businesswomen skirt- suit. Well, maybe it was the fact that I haven't seen her since we graduated from Hogwarts last year. I still couldn't believe the way Hermione kept looking at me in there though. It was an odd sort of look. Never one you would expect from Herms. Something about the way she looked, at Malfoy too, really freaked me out.'
Harry was sitting on the couch in the living room in there new home. He was drinking tea, and thinking about Hermione all night. He heard a sudden noise in the kitchen, and he jumped. He got up from the couch, and set his cup down. He walked slowly towards the kitchen, a little jumpy about robbers.
"Hello?" He asked.
"It's just me, Harry." Said a voice from behind the kitchen, which he immediately knew to be Ron's.
"Oh, good, it's just you, Ron." He said sighing in relief. He went to sit back on the couch.
"Harry," Ron said exiting from the kitchen, " I need to talk to you about something."
"What is it Ron?"
"Well-I-umm..I"
"Spit it out, Ron"
"Well, I kind of like Hermione. I did since 6th year. I didn't know how she would react if I told her, so I kept it to myself. I didn't trust anyone with my secret. Not even myself, because when she would smile at me I would melt and tell her whatever she wanted to know. I couldn't stand how she made me feel like way, and nobody else ever did."
"Well, Ron.that's great. You could tell her now."
Ron blushed and he stood up and started pacing.
"What is it, Mate?" Harry asked.
"Well, I know she'll think I'm just saying it to joke around, because I'm never serious around her. Or maybe she'll think I told her just because it's this new look she has. Now I just feel bad for not telling her sooner." Said Ron.
Harry could understand how embarrassed Ron would be if Ron found out that she wasn't looking at him in Dumbledore's office, but in fact she was looking at Malfoy and himself.
"I love her, Harry," Ron continued, "I really do."
"That's great, mate." Was all Harry could say.
Ron nodded nervously, turned around and walked upstairs to his room.
Harry felt his heart slump down in his chess, and his head was filling with emotions, but yet the only one he could see was jealousy
'No, no, no, no. I'm not jealous. I'm happy Ron finally found somebody he likes, and maybe someone who likes him. Maybe.' Harry thought
Harry groaned out of anger and confusion. Then he sauntered up the stairs and to his room.
**Draco**
'What was up with Potter and Weasel today? It was like they were in a whole different universe. they kept looking at the floor.not looking at Dumbledore, Granger, or me. I bet I know why. It's because they're afraid to look at Granger. They like her I know they do. Ron was all moody when I was just taking a gander at what the Mudblood had become over a year, and it wasn't so bad, and that wanker kept growling like a damned dog or something.'
'Don't get me wrong or anything, I hate my father, and Voldemort, but I still believe MudBloods should live in the wizarding world, I just don't think they should be killed.'
'I don't know, I don't really have a problem with Potter anymore, but Weasel still pisses me off, and I loathe Granger for even making me think about her in my bedroom, and in my bed of all places..though I wouldn't object, if this were real, and weren't a fantasy'
Draco smirked. 'Weasel would be crushed. That would be a dazzling site to see Granger under me, while Weasel stands in the doorway with his mouth open, gaping, with "betrayal" and "hurt" written all over his face.'
'I would seduce Hermione, but seeing as how Potter and I are on even terms now, she is still his friend, and so is the Weasel.'
'Today I was actually hurt that Granger didn't want to live with me. To be in my presence all of the time. Maybe Hermione is too good for me'
'Wait a minute, I must be tired, absurd, untrue, lying thoughts are casting its toll on my mind'
Draco rolled over, preparing to go to sleep when he heard a soft knock at the door.
He rolled back over and muttered, "Come In."
He pulled his head from under the covers to see Hermione standing there.and a silk robe, getting a good view of her long legs. Draco almost killed himself when he realized just how long he was staring at her. 'damn'
"What are you doing my room, Mudblood?" He asked.
She smiled devilishly at him and said, "Don't you want me to be Draco?"
He thought for a moment. 'maybe she is trying to pull a trick.'
She moved swiftly and silently over to him, and sat down on his bed where he was still sitting, just in his Black silk boxers. She giggled. "May I?"
She didn't even wait for an answer when she leaned forward and pressed her lips against his. 'Her lips are so soft' he thought.
She starts to move down to his neck. Then up to his ears, then back to his chest. He moaned.
'I never knew she was like this' he thought.
She began to move down until her tongue was at the tip of his boxers. He moaned "oh"
She touched the tip of her tongue with her finger, and then put the finger on his inner thigh. Her touch was killing him with passion. He moaned.
Then all of the sudden her face twisted into that of Pansy Parkinson and she touched him, and he actually screamed!
He woke up to find himself dripping with sweat and panting hard. 'Why would I dream that?' he asked himself before he lies back down and fell asleep.
**Ron**
'I love her, and she doesn't even know'
He walked out of his room, and walked all the way across the hall to get to Hermione's room. He opened the door, surprised to not find a locking charm on there.
He walked over into a corner of her beautiful room, and sat in a beige chair. There he just watched her sleep. She kicked the covers of so she had no covers on her body. He looked at the cute Gryffindor coloured silk pants, and silk shirt she had on. He was the gentle rise and fall of her chest as she dreamed about pleasant things; he tried to fight his feelings for her.
Although Ron was unaware of a figure sitting on the other side of her room, watching him and her. Contemplating the same feelings for the same girl.
Before Ron knew what he was doing, he walked over to the side of her bed, took her hand in his (at this she stirred a little, but did not wake), and placed a sweet kiss on her forehead.
'Gods I love you, 'Mione.' Thought Ron.
He let go of her hand, reluctantly, and went back to his room.
**Harry**
After talking to room and leaving to his room, he could not sleep, so he went across the hall to Hermione's room. Her room had a locking charm on it so he had said "Alohamora" to take it off.
He then walked in to her room, and watched her sleep. Her silky straight hair, Harry had noticed was not so sleek anymore. It was curly and a bit frizzy (A/N: This is for a reviewer who didn't like the straight hair..heehee). He liked it more this way anyways. It was more like his Hermione to do.
'Wait a minute! Did I just call Hermione, mine?' He thought, 'I'm losing it.'
He went over to a shadowy side of her room and watched her sleep some more.
'I'm freaking myself out,' Harry thought, 'what if Hermione were to find out about this.'
He was just about to get up and leave when door opened and walked in. He watched his friend in silence for a while, and then he felt a pig of hurt, and jealousy when Ron kissed Hermione.
He waited for Ron to leave, and then he walked out Hermione's room back to his own.
But when he got there somebody was waiting for him.
A/N: Hey everyone.thanks for reading this story if you got this far. .I'd like to thank Britt for reviewing!! My first review! Yay! ..lol.ohhh..My first cliffe!!!.lolz.heehee..I'll get back on the story soon.I've got all summer....well, please review.. And if u have and ideas or suggestions please post them or e-mail me at anastaja_williams@yahoo.com
*I don't know exactly what's gunna happen next chapter.I'm kind of anxious to see what my brain will come up with.promise to post soon!
Cheers,
Princess_Anastaja
'I don't know what came over me in Dumbledore's office today. Hermione's my best friend. She just looked so pretty in her beige businesswomen skirt- suit. Well, maybe it was the fact that I haven't seen her since we graduated from Hogwarts last year. I still couldn't believe the way Hermione kept looking at me in there though. It was an odd sort of look. Never one you would expect from Herms. Something about the way she looked, at Malfoy too, really freaked me out.'
Harry was sitting on the couch in the living room in there new home. He was drinking tea, and thinking about Hermione all night. He heard a sudden noise in the kitchen, and he jumped. He got up from the couch, and set his cup down. He walked slowly towards the kitchen, a little jumpy about robbers.
"Hello?" He asked.
"It's just me, Harry." Said a voice from behind the kitchen, which he immediately knew to be Ron's.
"Oh, good, it's just you, Ron." He said sighing in relief. He went to sit back on the couch.
"Harry," Ron said exiting from the kitchen, " I need to talk to you about something."
"What is it Ron?"
"Well-I-umm..I"
"Spit it out, Ron"
"Well, I kind of like Hermione. I did since 6th year. I didn't know how she would react if I told her, so I kept it to myself. I didn't trust anyone with my secret. Not even myself, because when she would smile at me I would melt and tell her whatever she wanted to know. I couldn't stand how she made me feel like way, and nobody else ever did."
"Well, Ron.that's great. You could tell her now."
Ron blushed and he stood up and started pacing.
"What is it, Mate?" Harry asked.
"Well, I know she'll think I'm just saying it to joke around, because I'm never serious around her. Or maybe she'll think I told her just because it's this new look she has. Now I just feel bad for not telling her sooner." Said Ron.
Harry could understand how embarrassed Ron would be if Ron found out that she wasn't looking at him in Dumbledore's office, but in fact she was looking at Malfoy and himself.
"I love her, Harry," Ron continued, "I really do."
"That's great, mate." Was all Harry could say.
Ron nodded nervously, turned around and walked upstairs to his room.
Harry felt his heart slump down in his chess, and his head was filling with emotions, but yet the only one he could see was jealousy
'No, no, no, no. I'm not jealous. I'm happy Ron finally found somebody he likes, and maybe someone who likes him. Maybe.' Harry thought
Harry groaned out of anger and confusion. Then he sauntered up the stairs and to his room.
**Draco**
'What was up with Potter and Weasel today? It was like they were in a whole different universe. they kept looking at the floor.not looking at Dumbledore, Granger, or me. I bet I know why. It's because they're afraid to look at Granger. They like her I know they do. Ron was all moody when I was just taking a gander at what the Mudblood had become over a year, and it wasn't so bad, and that wanker kept growling like a damned dog or something.'
'Don't get me wrong or anything, I hate my father, and Voldemort, but I still believe MudBloods should live in the wizarding world, I just don't think they should be killed.'
'I don't know, I don't really have a problem with Potter anymore, but Weasel still pisses me off, and I loathe Granger for even making me think about her in my bedroom, and in my bed of all places..though I wouldn't object, if this were real, and weren't a fantasy'
Draco smirked. 'Weasel would be crushed. That would be a dazzling site to see Granger under me, while Weasel stands in the doorway with his mouth open, gaping, with "betrayal" and "hurt" written all over his face.'
'I would seduce Hermione, but seeing as how Potter and I are on even terms now, she is still his friend, and so is the Weasel.'
'Today I was actually hurt that Granger didn't want to live with me. To be in my presence all of the time. Maybe Hermione is too good for me'
'Wait a minute, I must be tired, absurd, untrue, lying thoughts are casting its toll on my mind'
Draco rolled over, preparing to go to sleep when he heard a soft knock at the door.
He rolled back over and muttered, "Come In."
He pulled his head from under the covers to see Hermione standing there.and a silk robe, getting a good view of her long legs. Draco almost killed himself when he realized just how long he was staring at her. 'damn'
"What are you doing my room, Mudblood?" He asked.
She smiled devilishly at him and said, "Don't you want me to be Draco?"
He thought for a moment. 'maybe she is trying to pull a trick.'
She moved swiftly and silently over to him, and sat down on his bed where he was still sitting, just in his Black silk boxers. She giggled. "May I?"
She didn't even wait for an answer when she leaned forward and pressed her lips against his. 'Her lips are so soft' he thought.
She starts to move down to his neck. Then up to his ears, then back to his chest. He moaned.
'I never knew she was like this' he thought.
She began to move down until her tongue was at the tip of his boxers. He moaned "oh"
She touched the tip of her tongue with her finger, and then put the finger on his inner thigh. Her touch was killing him with passion. He moaned.
Then all of the sudden her face twisted into that of Pansy Parkinson and she touched him, and he actually screamed!
He woke up to find himself dripping with sweat and panting hard. 'Why would I dream that?' he asked himself before he lies back down and fell asleep.
**Ron**
'I love her, and she doesn't even know'
He walked out of his room, and walked all the way across the hall to get to Hermione's room. He opened the door, surprised to not find a locking charm on there.
He walked over into a corner of her beautiful room, and sat in a beige chair. There he just watched her sleep. She kicked the covers of so she had no covers on her body. He looked at the cute Gryffindor coloured silk pants, and silk shirt she had on. He was the gentle rise and fall of her chest as she dreamed about pleasant things; he tried to fight his feelings for her.
Although Ron was unaware of a figure sitting on the other side of her room, watching him and her. Contemplating the same feelings for the same girl.
Before Ron knew what he was doing, he walked over to the side of her bed, took her hand in his (at this she stirred a little, but did not wake), and placed a sweet kiss on her forehead.
'Gods I love you, 'Mione.' Thought Ron.
He let go of her hand, reluctantly, and went back to his room.
**Harry**
After talking to room and leaving to his room, he could not sleep, so he went across the hall to Hermione's room. Her room had a locking charm on it so he had said "Alohamora" to take it off.
He then walked in to her room, and watched her sleep. Her silky straight hair, Harry had noticed was not so sleek anymore. It was curly and a bit frizzy (A/N: This is for a reviewer who didn't like the straight hair..heehee). He liked it more this way anyways. It was more like his Hermione to do.
'Wait a minute! Did I just call Hermione, mine?' He thought, 'I'm losing it.'
He went over to a shadowy side of her room and watched her sleep some more.
'I'm freaking myself out,' Harry thought, 'what if Hermione were to find out about this.'
He was just about to get up and leave when door opened and walked in. He watched his friend in silence for a while, and then he felt a pig of hurt, and jealousy when Ron kissed Hermione.
He waited for Ron to leave, and then he walked out Hermione's room back to his own.
But when he got there somebody was waiting for him.
A/N: Hey everyone.thanks for reading this story if you got this far. .I'd like to thank Britt for reviewing!! My first review! Yay! ..lol.ohhh..My first cliffe!!!.lolz.heehee..I'll get back on the story soon.I've got all summer....well, please review.. And if u have and ideas or suggestions please post them or e-mail me at anastaja_williams@yahoo.com
*I don't know exactly what's gunna happen next chapter.I'm kind of anxious to see what my brain will come up with.promise to post soon!
Cheers,
Princess_Anastaja