Chapter 4: Arrival of the Weasely
When he woke up it was already 7:30. He quickly got dressed and raced down the stairs. When he got downstairs, Hermione was sitting on the coach watching the news. ''Morning Harry," she said and she kissed him on the cheek. His ears went a bright red.
It was 5 minuets to 8:00 when there was a low rumbling in the fireplace. "What's that?" Hermione asked as she grasped Harry's arm tightly. "He's coming," Harry answered. No sooner than he spoke, a tall slinky figure with bright red hair and freckles, stepped out of the fireplace sweeping dust and soot off his robes. "Hi Harry, Hermione," said Ron. He walked over to her and tried to kiss her cheek, but she quickly retreated. "Ron, why don't I help you with your trunk?" Harry suggested and they started to heave the trunk upstairs.
When they got to his room, Harry collapsed on the bed exhausted. "Harry, I need to tell you something," said Ron as he looked out the door and closed it quietly behind them, "it's about Hermione," Harry stomach churned at these words, he knew what was coming next. "I'm going to ask her to go out with me today when we go to Diagon Alley!" Ron said happily. Harry smiled weakly. He struggled with himself trying to stop from telling Ron how he felt about Hermione. "Is there something wrong, Harry?" he asked. "No, no, I'm fine," he answered.
All of a sudden Hermione walked through the door. "Come on you two its time to go back to Diagon Alley," Hermione said. Harry caught her eye and smiled, she returned it and looked down at her feet in embarrassments as she turned a bright red.
They all slid into the car with Hermione in the middle. "Here you two, you got your letters," she said as she reached into her robes and pulled out there letters. " Complete Corderence of Colorful Charms, History of Magical Theory, Standard Book of Spells Grade 7, Defense Against the Dark Arts Grade 7, Dangerous yet Useful Potions, Transfiguration Grade 7, Herbology Grade7, and Unfogging the Future Grade 7," read Ron from his letter. " I wonder why we don't need a care of magical creatures book," asked Harry curiously. Harry saw out of the corner of his eye that Hermione kept stealing glances at him. He turned towards her and she quickly turned back to her letter extremely red in the face. All of a sudden, Harry saw her in a whole different light, he noticed how different she was physically that he never noticed before. Her beautiful brown hair fell in her face, covering her dazzling brown-green eyes.
In Hermione's head
Hermione kept stealing glances at Harry when he wasn't looking, she didn't know why, but lately she seemed to feel different around Harry, more shy actually, she had been feeling like this for several years, just not this strong. Why am I feeling like this! Do I have feelings for him? Well he is cute, Hermione what are you thinking! This is your best friend! As she was looking at Harry he turned towards her, she quickly turned towards her letter. Good going Hermione, now he knows you like him! Arrgh! What our you thinking you don't have feelings for him, you don't! Or do I? No! No, I have to make these mixed feelings stop! Wait a minute, is he looking at me? Out of the corner of her eye she saw Harry staring intently at her. She felt her face go hot and she turned around, Harry quickly looked out the window his face a beet red. Could he have feelings for me to? She wondered. Na, a boy like him would never like a girl like me, she thought with disappointment. Face it Hermione, all you can do is dream. And dream she did all the way to Diagon Alley.
When he woke up it was already 7:30. He quickly got dressed and raced down the stairs. When he got downstairs, Hermione was sitting on the coach watching the news. ''Morning Harry," she said and she kissed him on the cheek. His ears went a bright red.
It was 5 minuets to 8:00 when there was a low rumbling in the fireplace. "What's that?" Hermione asked as she grasped Harry's arm tightly. "He's coming," Harry answered. No sooner than he spoke, a tall slinky figure with bright red hair and freckles, stepped out of the fireplace sweeping dust and soot off his robes. "Hi Harry, Hermione," said Ron. He walked over to her and tried to kiss her cheek, but she quickly retreated. "Ron, why don't I help you with your trunk?" Harry suggested and they started to heave the trunk upstairs.
When they got to his room, Harry collapsed on the bed exhausted. "Harry, I need to tell you something," said Ron as he looked out the door and closed it quietly behind them, "it's about Hermione," Harry stomach churned at these words, he knew what was coming next. "I'm going to ask her to go out with me today when we go to Diagon Alley!" Ron said happily. Harry smiled weakly. He struggled with himself trying to stop from telling Ron how he felt about Hermione. "Is there something wrong, Harry?" he asked. "No, no, I'm fine," he answered.
All of a sudden Hermione walked through the door. "Come on you two its time to go back to Diagon Alley," Hermione said. Harry caught her eye and smiled, she returned it and looked down at her feet in embarrassments as she turned a bright red.
They all slid into the car with Hermione in the middle. "Here you two, you got your letters," she said as she reached into her robes and pulled out there letters. " Complete Corderence of Colorful Charms, History of Magical Theory, Standard Book of Spells Grade 7, Defense Against the Dark Arts Grade 7, Dangerous yet Useful Potions, Transfiguration Grade 7, Herbology Grade7, and Unfogging the Future Grade 7," read Ron from his letter. " I wonder why we don't need a care of magical creatures book," asked Harry curiously. Harry saw out of the corner of his eye that Hermione kept stealing glances at him. He turned towards her and she quickly turned back to her letter extremely red in the face. All of a sudden, Harry saw her in a whole different light, he noticed how different she was physically that he never noticed before. Her beautiful brown hair fell in her face, covering her dazzling brown-green eyes.
In Hermione's head
Hermione kept stealing glances at Harry when he wasn't looking, she didn't know why, but lately she seemed to feel different around Harry, more shy actually, she had been feeling like this for several years, just not this strong. Why am I feeling like this! Do I have feelings for him? Well he is cute, Hermione what are you thinking! This is your best friend! As she was looking at Harry he turned towards her, she quickly turned towards her letter. Good going Hermione, now he knows you like him! Arrgh! What our you thinking you don't have feelings for him, you don't! Or do I? No! No, I have to make these mixed feelings stop! Wait a minute, is he looking at me? Out of the corner of her eye she saw Harry staring intently at her. She felt her face go hot and she turned around, Harry quickly looked out the window his face a beet red. Could he have feelings for me to? She wondered. Na, a boy like him would never like a girl like me, she thought with disappointment. Face it Hermione, all you can do is dream. And dream she did all the way to Diagon Alley.