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A/N: please, if you read this and can spend time reviewing it, please do! I really don't know what people think of this, and any sort of feedback is greatly appreciated. Thanks =) Oh, and sorry for a couple of grammatical errors in my other stuff, I guess I wasn't concentrating too well.
Anyways, back to the story...
Harry had only just begun working on his essay, when he sensed he was being watched. He looked up and Hermione was staring at him, wearing a preoccupied expression. 'What's on your mind?' Harry asked, a little annoyed, he wanted to concentrate, not receive contemplating stares. 'I was just wondering something,' she said vaguely. Harry sighed and asked, 'Anything I can help you with?' 'As a matter of fact yes. Harry, can you tell me why you've decided to turn over an new leaf?' 'Well, I guess I just want to get enough NEWTs to become an auror,' he said, looking away, not wanting to meet Hermione's eye. 'Harry, I understand that, but I really think that there is another reason for this. Tell me if I'm wrong, but please, don't hide anything from me, I'm one of your closest friends, and I hope you know you can trust me,' said Hermione, with a concerned look. Harry knew she was right, and after all, she should know, he owed that to her at least. 'Well, seeing as you are so perceptive, and there's not much I can't hide from you,' he began, grinning slightly at her. She smiled back. 'I do trust you, and I guess I shouldn't hide things from you, not things like this anyway,' he continued. Hermione nodded encouragingly and Harry finished off, 'Well...it's just that a few weeks ago, Dumbledore gave me a letter from...from my mum to my dad, when he was away. She wrote it just after I was born. It said that she knew I would grow up to make them proud, no matter what happened. I guess she didn't mean that I would be a genius or anything, but I think they would be proud of me if I tried a bit harder. They sacrificed their lives for me, and I think they deserve a son who does them proud whenever possible.' He finished and looked up at Hermione, embarrassed by this outburst of longing and emotion, but to his surprise, Hermione smiled at him and said, 'Harry, I'm sure they'd be proud of you, you've done so many amazing things already; fighting V-Voldemort so many times, standing up for what you believe in, being a great friend. But, if you want to try harder at your studies, I...well, I deeply respect that, and I'm sure it would only make them prouder, and I'm so glad that you're willing to share things like this with me. I know sometimes I frustrate you, and I'm not Ron, but things like this, more emotional things I guess, I'm happy to help with.' It was Hermione's turn to be embarrassed. Harry simply smiled at her, happy that at last he had shared this wish with someone. 'Thanks; I'm glad you understand. Shall we get back to work then?' He asked, trying to escape from this awkward moment. She nodded and with that, they returned to the task at hand, both now able to concentrate.
They worked steadily throughout the morning, occasionally conferring over the work. Ron emerged sometime mid-morning, but seeing they were busy, decided to find Cho. Eventually, after many changes, Harry had completed his Charms essay, on the differences between the properties and incantation of the drying spell (Evaporatum) and the drought spell (Evaporatisium). When Hermione read over the final copy, and unable to find and more faults, she turned to Harry and said sincerely, "oh, Harry, this is really good!' 'Thanks,' mumbled Harry. He felt a hand land gently on his arm and turned to see Hermione looking at him with kind eyes, and said gently, 'I'm sure you're parent's are proud of you.' Harry smiled at her and said briskly, trying to hide the emotion in his voice, 'Shall we go to lunch then?' She nodded and they headed down to the Great Hall, finding Ron chatting to Dean and Seamus halfway along the Gryffindor Table. They sat down and Harry smiled secretly to himself, his plan was already working. He turned to the others and began to eat.
A/N: please, if you read this and can spend time reviewing it, please do! I really don't know what people think of this, and any sort of feedback is greatly appreciated. Thanks =) Oh, and sorry for a couple of grammatical errors in my other stuff, I guess I wasn't concentrating too well.
Anyways, back to the story...
Harry had only just begun working on his essay, when he sensed he was being watched. He looked up and Hermione was staring at him, wearing a preoccupied expression. 'What's on your mind?' Harry asked, a little annoyed, he wanted to concentrate, not receive contemplating stares. 'I was just wondering something,' she said vaguely. Harry sighed and asked, 'Anything I can help you with?' 'As a matter of fact yes. Harry, can you tell me why you've decided to turn over an new leaf?' 'Well, I guess I just want to get enough NEWTs to become an auror,' he said, looking away, not wanting to meet Hermione's eye. 'Harry, I understand that, but I really think that there is another reason for this. Tell me if I'm wrong, but please, don't hide anything from me, I'm one of your closest friends, and I hope you know you can trust me,' said Hermione, with a concerned look. Harry knew she was right, and after all, she should know, he owed that to her at least. 'Well, seeing as you are so perceptive, and there's not much I can't hide from you,' he began, grinning slightly at her. She smiled back. 'I do trust you, and I guess I shouldn't hide things from you, not things like this anyway,' he continued. Hermione nodded encouragingly and Harry finished off, 'Well...it's just that a few weeks ago, Dumbledore gave me a letter from...from my mum to my dad, when he was away. She wrote it just after I was born. It said that she knew I would grow up to make them proud, no matter what happened. I guess she didn't mean that I would be a genius or anything, but I think they would be proud of me if I tried a bit harder. They sacrificed their lives for me, and I think they deserve a son who does them proud whenever possible.' He finished and looked up at Hermione, embarrassed by this outburst of longing and emotion, but to his surprise, Hermione smiled at him and said, 'Harry, I'm sure they'd be proud of you, you've done so many amazing things already; fighting V-Voldemort so many times, standing up for what you believe in, being a great friend. But, if you want to try harder at your studies, I...well, I deeply respect that, and I'm sure it would only make them prouder, and I'm so glad that you're willing to share things like this with me. I know sometimes I frustrate you, and I'm not Ron, but things like this, more emotional things I guess, I'm happy to help with.' It was Hermione's turn to be embarrassed. Harry simply smiled at her, happy that at last he had shared this wish with someone. 'Thanks; I'm glad you understand. Shall we get back to work then?' He asked, trying to escape from this awkward moment. She nodded and with that, they returned to the task at hand, both now able to concentrate.
They worked steadily throughout the morning, occasionally conferring over the work. Ron emerged sometime mid-morning, but seeing they were busy, decided to find Cho. Eventually, after many changes, Harry had completed his Charms essay, on the differences between the properties and incantation of the drying spell (Evaporatum) and the drought spell (Evaporatisium). When Hermione read over the final copy, and unable to find and more faults, she turned to Harry and said sincerely, "oh, Harry, this is really good!' 'Thanks,' mumbled Harry. He felt a hand land gently on his arm and turned to see Hermione looking at him with kind eyes, and said gently, 'I'm sure you're parent's are proud of you.' Harry smiled at her and said briskly, trying to hide the emotion in his voice, 'Shall we go to lunch then?' She nodded and they headed down to the Great Hall, finding Ron chatting to Dean and Seamus halfway along the Gryffindor Table. They sat down and Harry smiled secretly to himself, his plan was already working. He turned to the others and began to eat.