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A/N: ppl, please keep reviewing. This is my first fanfic, and I really need some feedback otherwise I wont keep going! I don't care if its bad, good or whatever. Please, just do it!
A/N 2: omg, I saw the 3rd movie 2day( finally!) anyways, it's really good. Rupert and Daniel were so good, ( I love them 2 bits) and the whole Ron and Hermione thing was so cute! Anyways, enough of my babblings
Harry awoke with a start early the next morning. He headed over to the window and looked out on the first windy, grey day in a little while. 'Perfect,' he thought to himself. He turned around, headed back to his trunk and 10 minutes later he was heading down to an early breakfast. Not to his surprise, Hermione was already in the common room, just about to head out the portrait hole. 'Hermione!' he called out. Hermione turned around, with a slight grin on her face, and waited for Harry to join her.
As they headed down towards the Great Hall for breakfast Hermione turned to Harry with a slightly puzzled look on her face. 'What are you doing up so early anyway Harry?' she asked. Harry did not look at her as he tried to lie, 'I...er...couldn't sleep.' Hermione snorted. 'Come on Harry, even you could do better than that! I've known for more than 5 years, do you really think I can't tell when you're lying?' she asked. Harry was slightly surprised by this, how much other stuff had she guessed if she could read him so easily. However, he quickly recovered himself and pushed the thought to the back of his mind, which was now becoming quite crowded. 'Well, if you must know...' he began, unsure of how much he wanted her to know. 'Go on, you can tell me, you can trust me Harry,' she said encouragingly. 'Ok then, if you must know, and promise you wont tell anyone?' he asked, trying to put off the moment of truth. Hermione nodded and he continued, 'well, I've decided to...to turn over a new leaf,' he blurted out, his face growing steadily redder. Hermione took a few seconds to fully absorb this new information, but managed to proclaim, 'Oh Harry that's wonderful. I'm so impressed! But are you sure you're really willing to do this, a secret thought (or two) had made up his mind. Hermione decided not to pursue this anymore for the time being, conscious of how reluctant Harry was to tell her much. Harry said, Hermione, if you don't mind...I was...well...well.' Hermione nodded for him to continue. 'Well, I was wondering whether you mind helping me.' 'Not, doing anything for me,' he added hastily, seeing the look on her face, 'just sort of...you know...telling me if I need to fix anything and just keep me on track...'he trailed off. Hermione gushed, 'Oh, of course Harry, and Ron too I guess. I'd be so glad, I was wondering if this was ever going to happen.' Harry smiled to himself. 'There's just one thing,' said Hermione. Harry groaned inwardly. 'What's that?' Harry asked. 'That you teach me how to fly,' said Hermione rather sheepishly. Harry smiled and said, ''course Hermione.' It was Hermione's turn to smile. Harry suddenly realised that they had reached the Great Hall. With a quick glance at each other, they entered the almost empty Great Hall. As they headed over to the Gryffindor table, Malfoy yelled out, 'hey Potty, what are you doing with the mudblood? Won't the Weasel King be jealous?' Both Harry and Hermione ignored him, yet both inwardly thinking over what Malfoy said. 'Was he possible...no, what were they thinking? Of course, Malfoy was just being Malfoy'. However, there were a few moments of awkward silence until they sat down and Harry pulled a platter of eggs and bacon towards him, whilst Hermione spooned out a generous serving of porridge for herself. After a few minutes, Harry noticed Hermione had stopped eating. He looked at her questioningly. As though reading his mind, Hermione said, 'Harry, I know this might sound a bit ...well...stupid, but I have an idea.' Harry looked at her, waiting for her to continue. 'Well, I was thinking, if you don't mind, that we could sort of get up a routine, you know, we could get up at about seven, start work at eight, work though to 'till 12, get back to work at one and work again 'till three. Then we could go out and fly until five or so.'' She looked up at Harry, waiting for a response. Harry took a few moments to answer, thinking that this sounded like a lot of hard work, but, he was determined, and besides, it gave him more time to work on his...plan. He nodded in agreement and Hermione looked relieved.
By this time, they had both finished eating and Harry turned to Hermione and said, 'shall we get started then?' She nodded and they headed out of the Great Hall back up to the tower. As they were walking, Harry began thinking over this plan, and realised two flaws in it. 'Hermione, there's just one problem. No, two actually.' 'What?' she asked reverently 'Well, one, you don't have a broom, and two, what are we gonna do about Ron?' Hermione had obviously already thought of these. She grinned at Harry and said, rather shyly, 'well, the solution to number one is that well...I have got a broom. Mum and dad sent me some money for one for my birthday, and I ordered one, it arrived last week.' Harry stared in amazement. 'Anyway,' Hermione continued 'I got the new Firebolt.' Hermione grinned slightly at Harry's incredulous look. 'And as for problem number two, well I'm not that sure about it. I don't have a problem with him being there for homework and stuff, but I don't think I want him hanging around, watching me almost falling of my broom. I mean, you saw him last night, a repeat performance of that wouldn't exactly help my confidence would it?' she said, looking strangely happy. Little did Harry know that this was because of the memory of him defending her last night. Harry said, 'yeah, I guess you're right there. Oh well, let's just deal with that when it comes up. Hopefully he'll be off seeing Cho or in the library or something.'
They had now reached the portrait hole and had to yell at the Fat Lady to wake her up. Eventually, they were able to get her attention and were soon heading up to their respective dormitory's to collect their books. When Harry reached his, he located his bag, grabbed it and walked to the doorway, where he stopped, drew a deep breath and said to himself, 'Well, this is it.' Then he headed back downstairs to find Hermione already setting up at the closest table near the fire. Harry headed over to her and sat down on the couch next to her. He pulled out a fresh piece of parchment, some ink and a quill and set to work on his Charms essay.
A/N: ppl, please keep reviewing. This is my first fanfic, and I really need some feedback otherwise I wont keep going! I don't care if its bad, good or whatever. Please, just do it!
A/N 2: omg, I saw the 3rd movie 2day( finally!) anyways, it's really good. Rupert and Daniel were so good, ( I love them 2 bits) and the whole Ron and Hermione thing was so cute! Anyways, enough of my babblings
Harry awoke with a start early the next morning. He headed over to the window and looked out on the first windy, grey day in a little while. 'Perfect,' he thought to himself. He turned around, headed back to his trunk and 10 minutes later he was heading down to an early breakfast. Not to his surprise, Hermione was already in the common room, just about to head out the portrait hole. 'Hermione!' he called out. Hermione turned around, with a slight grin on her face, and waited for Harry to join her.
As they headed down towards the Great Hall for breakfast Hermione turned to Harry with a slightly puzzled look on her face. 'What are you doing up so early anyway Harry?' she asked. Harry did not look at her as he tried to lie, 'I...er...couldn't sleep.' Hermione snorted. 'Come on Harry, even you could do better than that! I've known for more than 5 years, do you really think I can't tell when you're lying?' she asked. Harry was slightly surprised by this, how much other stuff had she guessed if she could read him so easily. However, he quickly recovered himself and pushed the thought to the back of his mind, which was now becoming quite crowded. 'Well, if you must know...' he began, unsure of how much he wanted her to know. 'Go on, you can tell me, you can trust me Harry,' she said encouragingly. 'Ok then, if you must know, and promise you wont tell anyone?' he asked, trying to put off the moment of truth. Hermione nodded and he continued, 'well, I've decided to...to turn over a new leaf,' he blurted out, his face growing steadily redder. Hermione took a few seconds to fully absorb this new information, but managed to proclaim, 'Oh Harry that's wonderful. I'm so impressed! But are you sure you're really willing to do this, a secret thought (or two) had made up his mind. Hermione decided not to pursue this anymore for the time being, conscious of how reluctant Harry was to tell her much. Harry said, Hermione, if you don't mind...I was...well...well.' Hermione nodded for him to continue. 'Well, I was wondering whether you mind helping me.' 'Not, doing anything for me,' he added hastily, seeing the look on her face, 'just sort of...you know...telling me if I need to fix anything and just keep me on track...'he trailed off. Hermione gushed, 'Oh, of course Harry, and Ron too I guess. I'd be so glad, I was wondering if this was ever going to happen.' Harry smiled to himself. 'There's just one thing,' said Hermione. Harry groaned inwardly. 'What's that?' Harry asked. 'That you teach me how to fly,' said Hermione rather sheepishly. Harry smiled and said, ''course Hermione.' It was Hermione's turn to smile. Harry suddenly realised that they had reached the Great Hall. With a quick glance at each other, they entered the almost empty Great Hall. As they headed over to the Gryffindor table, Malfoy yelled out, 'hey Potty, what are you doing with the mudblood? Won't the Weasel King be jealous?' Both Harry and Hermione ignored him, yet both inwardly thinking over what Malfoy said. 'Was he possible...no, what were they thinking? Of course, Malfoy was just being Malfoy'. However, there were a few moments of awkward silence until they sat down and Harry pulled a platter of eggs and bacon towards him, whilst Hermione spooned out a generous serving of porridge for herself. After a few minutes, Harry noticed Hermione had stopped eating. He looked at her questioningly. As though reading his mind, Hermione said, 'Harry, I know this might sound a bit ...well...stupid, but I have an idea.' Harry looked at her, waiting for her to continue. 'Well, I was thinking, if you don't mind, that we could sort of get up a routine, you know, we could get up at about seven, start work at eight, work though to 'till 12, get back to work at one and work again 'till three. Then we could go out and fly until five or so.'' She looked up at Harry, waiting for a response. Harry took a few moments to answer, thinking that this sounded like a lot of hard work, but, he was determined, and besides, it gave him more time to work on his...plan. He nodded in agreement and Hermione looked relieved.
By this time, they had both finished eating and Harry turned to Hermione and said, 'shall we get started then?' She nodded and they headed out of the Great Hall back up to the tower. As they were walking, Harry began thinking over this plan, and realised two flaws in it. 'Hermione, there's just one problem. No, two actually.' 'What?' she asked reverently 'Well, one, you don't have a broom, and two, what are we gonna do about Ron?' Hermione had obviously already thought of these. She grinned at Harry and said, rather shyly, 'well, the solution to number one is that well...I have got a broom. Mum and dad sent me some money for one for my birthday, and I ordered one, it arrived last week.' Harry stared in amazement. 'Anyway,' Hermione continued 'I got the new Firebolt.' Hermione grinned slightly at Harry's incredulous look. 'And as for problem number two, well I'm not that sure about it. I don't have a problem with him being there for homework and stuff, but I don't think I want him hanging around, watching me almost falling of my broom. I mean, you saw him last night, a repeat performance of that wouldn't exactly help my confidence would it?' she said, looking strangely happy. Little did Harry know that this was because of the memory of him defending her last night. Harry said, 'yeah, I guess you're right there. Oh well, let's just deal with that when it comes up. Hopefully he'll be off seeing Cho or in the library or something.'
They had now reached the portrait hole and had to yell at the Fat Lady to wake her up. Eventually, they were able to get her attention and were soon heading up to their respective dormitory's to collect their books. When Harry reached his, he located his bag, grabbed it and walked to the doorway, where he stopped, drew a deep breath and said to himself, 'Well, this is it.' Then he headed back downstairs to find Hermione already setting up at the closest table near the fire. Harry headed over to her and sat down on the couch next to her. He pulled out a fresh piece of parchment, some ink and a quill and set to work on his Charms essay.