A/N: I just want 2 say 2 everyone thanx 4 the reviews. And you'll have 2 B patient w/Harry & Hermione, it'll take them a few chaps 2 get 2gether. Mel
Chapter 7: Unwanted News
Hermione finally woke, she looked at the clock, it was already 8:00. She quickly got dressed as she dreaded when she had to face her father. She packed all her books, quills, and parchment into her trunk, she then stood up and looked around the room to make sure she didn't forget anything. She then dashed to her bed and reached under the pillow to retrieve Harry's picture, only it wasn't there. Hastily, she started to comb her room, but before she could finish there was a soft knock on the door. "Come in," she called as she sat on her bed, quite flustered. Just then, much to her surprise, Harry walked in. "Good morning," he said as he sat on the bed next to her. "Good morning," she replied. "Are you alright?" he asked with concern, "I heard you crying last night," Hermione thought it was sweet how he was concerned about her. "Ya, it, it was nothing," she answered, and much to her dismay, she saw the small gold picture frame sitting next to Harry. "Are you sure? 'Cause, you know you can tell me anything," she looked into his beautiful emerald eyes, full of concern and what looked to her like, love. "I'm sure," she said reassuringly. "I've been wanting to tell you something," he said looking quite nervous. "What?" she asked curiously. "Well," he began wringing his fingers violently. Hermione noticed this and placed her hand gently on top of his to make him stop. He looked up at her with warm gentle eyes, "well," he began, " I-" suddenly the door was thrust open, "O.K. guys, time to go to the train station," said Mrs. Granger, "oh, sorry, did I interrupt something?" "No, it was nothing," said Harry as he got up and headed to his room, "I'll go get my trunk," Much to Hermione's relief, he didn't notice the picture frame, which she quickly snatched up and placed in her trunk.
Back in Harry's Head
Darn, he thought as he went to retrieve his trunk, just when I finally get up the courage to tell Hermione how I feel about her, Mrs. Granger walks in. Oh well, I guess I'll tell her later. He heaved his trunk down the stairs onto the porch. He saw Hermione trying to heave her trunk into the back of the car refusing all help from her father. He finally decided he wasn't going to get anywhere, walked into the house, not even glancing at Harry.
He watched Hermione failing attempts to put her trunk in the car before he finally walked over to her. "Need some help?" he asked her. "Yes, please," she gasped leaning on the car for support as she wiped her forehead with her sleeve. Harry lifted up her trunk and placed it in the trunk with ease. "Thanks," she said smiling, "No, problem," he answered. "What's wrong?" he asked, "what do you mean?" she asked. "I've seen you giving your dad the cold shoulder all day," he said. "It's nothing," she repeated. "O.K. then," he said as he crawled into the back seat of the car. Hermione followed.
After a few minutes of silence, Harry finally spoke up. "I want to finish what I started to say in your bedroom," he said as he turned towards her, "I," he faltered a moment, he didn't know whether to tell her or not, "I," he repeated, "well, I fee-"
"O.K., guys were running a little late, better get going," said Mr. Granger as he slid into the driver's seat. "Do you guy's have your stuff?" asked Mrs. Granger from the passenger seat. Harry nodded his head. And once again, interrupted right when I was about to tell her, perhaps I just wasn't meant to tell her how I feel, he thought with disappointment.
When they got to Kings Cross, they quickly unloaded there trunks, bid their farewell to the Grangers (Hermione skipped her dad), and headed towards the platform.
"I hope we see Ron here," said Hermione as they casually walked through the barrier, " he acts like such a baby sometimes,"
They went to the back of the train to find a compartment. They found one they thought was empty, but when they walked in, they heard, "Well hi there," from a rather pale, and sickly looking Ron. "Ron, you look like you haven't slept in days!" Harry said as he took a seat across from Ron, closely followed by Hermione. "What's wrong?" he asked. "Nothing, particular," he said with a far off look in his eyes, "isn't this the way every man acts when he loses the love of his life?" He asked glaring at Hermione. Harry rolled his eyes and Hermione blew up at Ron, "Ron, get over it, your not three years old any more! So one girl turned you down, you can't go glowering on that your whole life!" Harry looked at her in disbelief, he had never seen her act this manner before. Ron seemed very taken back and lost for words so he quickly left the cabin, slamming the door behind him so hard that the glass shook.
Harry quickly began to speak before they were interrupted again, "Hermione," he said turning to meet her flushed face, "I li-"
"Hi, guys," said Dean as he walked in the compartment glancing between Harry and Hermione, smiling devilishly, "how was your summer?" Harry hung his head in frustration, "fine, Dean, it was fine," he said through gritted teeth looking up. "It's exciting to go into our seventh year isn't it?" Neville asked anxiously. "Yes, can hardly wait," he said coldly as Dean took a seat in-between Harry and Hermione, pushing him away from her. "So when did it happen?" He asked curiously. "When did what happen?" Harry asked blankly. "You two,"
"What are you talking about?" Harry asked frustrated. Dean rolled his eyes, "like you don't know what were talking about,"
"No we don't," said Hermione looking equally confused. "When did you two become an item," Dean answered matter- of-factly. Harry and Hermione went slightly pink. "Never, where'd you get that idea," said Hermione.
"We saw you it in the paper," said Neville sitting across from them. "What?" said Harry with surprise, "Ya, front page," said Dean reaching into his pocket and bringing out a Daily Prophet article with a picture of Harry walking briskly down Diagon Alley, Hermione closely by his side looking quite worried and flustered.
Harry snatched it out of his hand and began to read to himself:
Harry Potter and Victor Krum:
Big Fight in Diagon Alley
The other day in the midst of Diagon Alley
Shoppers, Harry Potter picked a fight with Victor
Krum when 17 year old Hermione Granger,
Mr. Potter's girlfriend, was talking to the
Handsome Bulgarium seeker, Victor Krum. "I
Vas just talking to her," he quotes.
"This is unbelievable!" Harry said outraged, " the ugly prat lied! He was trying to take you away!" By then, Hermione, much to Dean's dislike, had come an sat in the seat next to Harry, reading over his shoulder.
"He (Harry) just kinda went baserk," says witness,
"he just sprang on him like a madman!" Though
We heard other accounts from the other half,
"The jerk was trying to take the young lady away,
Mr. Potter had every right to defend her!" Says
A scraggly old wizard coming out of the Leaky
Cauldron.
We may never know whether Harry Potter was a
Just being a Jealous fool, or a courageous boyfriend
Defending his girlfriend from a man ten times bigger
Them him, but we do know, he must love that girl, the
Inconsiderate jerk.
Quinny Rosemond
Daily Prophet Reporter
Both Harry and Hermione emerged extremely pale. "I can't believe you two actually believe this, this, this, stuff !" Harry said outraged, "That's it, out!" He said picking Dean and Neville up by the collar and shoving them out the door.
He slammed the door so hard the glass shattered. "Harry!" Hermione said shocked. "Reparo" she said pointing to the shattered glass which instantly flew back into place, "you shouldn't be so worried about what other people think."
"That's not it," he said plopping back down next to Hermione, "it's just that it seems every time I try to tell you something, someone interrupts,"
"Oh, well how about you tell me later, back at the castle, so we can go somewhere where you won't be interrupted," she said looking out the window, "we have to change."
By the time they finished, the train had come to a halt. They stepped out into the cold, foggy night. They hugged there cloaks tighter as they boarded the horseless carriages.
"How'd we get stuck in a carriage with them?" Harry whispered to Hermione as they took a seat across from a frantically giggling Parvita Patil and Lavender Brown. Hermione jabbed him in the ribs and whispered back, "Be nice." Much to Harry's dislike, they began to irritably began to giggle and point at him.
After a while of silence they finally came to a halt. Harry stepped outside and looked up at the old castle called Hogwarts, the place he called home
Chapter 7: Unwanted News
Hermione finally woke, she looked at the clock, it was already 8:00. She quickly got dressed as she dreaded when she had to face her father. She packed all her books, quills, and parchment into her trunk, she then stood up and looked around the room to make sure she didn't forget anything. She then dashed to her bed and reached under the pillow to retrieve Harry's picture, only it wasn't there. Hastily, she started to comb her room, but before she could finish there was a soft knock on the door. "Come in," she called as she sat on her bed, quite flustered. Just then, much to her surprise, Harry walked in. "Good morning," he said as he sat on the bed next to her. "Good morning," she replied. "Are you alright?" he asked with concern, "I heard you crying last night," Hermione thought it was sweet how he was concerned about her. "Ya, it, it was nothing," she answered, and much to her dismay, she saw the small gold picture frame sitting next to Harry. "Are you sure? 'Cause, you know you can tell me anything," she looked into his beautiful emerald eyes, full of concern and what looked to her like, love. "I'm sure," she said reassuringly. "I've been wanting to tell you something," he said looking quite nervous. "What?" she asked curiously. "Well," he began wringing his fingers violently. Hermione noticed this and placed her hand gently on top of his to make him stop. He looked up at her with warm gentle eyes, "well," he began, " I-" suddenly the door was thrust open, "O.K. guys, time to go to the train station," said Mrs. Granger, "oh, sorry, did I interrupt something?" "No, it was nothing," said Harry as he got up and headed to his room, "I'll go get my trunk," Much to Hermione's relief, he didn't notice the picture frame, which she quickly snatched up and placed in her trunk.
Back in Harry's Head
Darn, he thought as he went to retrieve his trunk, just when I finally get up the courage to tell Hermione how I feel about her, Mrs. Granger walks in. Oh well, I guess I'll tell her later. He heaved his trunk down the stairs onto the porch. He saw Hermione trying to heave her trunk into the back of the car refusing all help from her father. He finally decided he wasn't going to get anywhere, walked into the house, not even glancing at Harry.
He watched Hermione failing attempts to put her trunk in the car before he finally walked over to her. "Need some help?" he asked her. "Yes, please," she gasped leaning on the car for support as she wiped her forehead with her sleeve. Harry lifted up her trunk and placed it in the trunk with ease. "Thanks," she said smiling, "No, problem," he answered. "What's wrong?" he asked, "what do you mean?" she asked. "I've seen you giving your dad the cold shoulder all day," he said. "It's nothing," she repeated. "O.K. then," he said as he crawled into the back seat of the car. Hermione followed.
After a few minutes of silence, Harry finally spoke up. "I want to finish what I started to say in your bedroom," he said as he turned towards her, "I," he faltered a moment, he didn't know whether to tell her or not, "I," he repeated, "well, I fee-"
"O.K., guys were running a little late, better get going," said Mr. Granger as he slid into the driver's seat. "Do you guy's have your stuff?" asked Mrs. Granger from the passenger seat. Harry nodded his head. And once again, interrupted right when I was about to tell her, perhaps I just wasn't meant to tell her how I feel, he thought with disappointment.
When they got to Kings Cross, they quickly unloaded there trunks, bid their farewell to the Grangers (Hermione skipped her dad), and headed towards the platform.
"I hope we see Ron here," said Hermione as they casually walked through the barrier, " he acts like such a baby sometimes,"
They went to the back of the train to find a compartment. They found one they thought was empty, but when they walked in, they heard, "Well hi there," from a rather pale, and sickly looking Ron. "Ron, you look like you haven't slept in days!" Harry said as he took a seat across from Ron, closely followed by Hermione. "What's wrong?" he asked. "Nothing, particular," he said with a far off look in his eyes, "isn't this the way every man acts when he loses the love of his life?" He asked glaring at Hermione. Harry rolled his eyes and Hermione blew up at Ron, "Ron, get over it, your not three years old any more! So one girl turned you down, you can't go glowering on that your whole life!" Harry looked at her in disbelief, he had never seen her act this manner before. Ron seemed very taken back and lost for words so he quickly left the cabin, slamming the door behind him so hard that the glass shook.
Harry quickly began to speak before they were interrupted again, "Hermione," he said turning to meet her flushed face, "I li-"
"Hi, guys," said Dean as he walked in the compartment glancing between Harry and Hermione, smiling devilishly, "how was your summer?" Harry hung his head in frustration, "fine, Dean, it was fine," he said through gritted teeth looking up. "It's exciting to go into our seventh year isn't it?" Neville asked anxiously. "Yes, can hardly wait," he said coldly as Dean took a seat in-between Harry and Hermione, pushing him away from her. "So when did it happen?" He asked curiously. "When did what happen?" Harry asked blankly. "You two,"
"What are you talking about?" Harry asked frustrated. Dean rolled his eyes, "like you don't know what were talking about,"
"No we don't," said Hermione looking equally confused. "When did you two become an item," Dean answered matter- of-factly. Harry and Hermione went slightly pink. "Never, where'd you get that idea," said Hermione.
"We saw you it in the paper," said Neville sitting across from them. "What?" said Harry with surprise, "Ya, front page," said Dean reaching into his pocket and bringing out a Daily Prophet article with a picture of Harry walking briskly down Diagon Alley, Hermione closely by his side looking quite worried and flustered.
Harry snatched it out of his hand and began to read to himself:
Harry Potter and Victor Krum:
Big Fight in Diagon Alley
The other day in the midst of Diagon Alley
Shoppers, Harry Potter picked a fight with Victor
Krum when 17 year old Hermione Granger,
Mr. Potter's girlfriend, was talking to the
Handsome Bulgarium seeker, Victor Krum. "I
Vas just talking to her," he quotes.
"This is unbelievable!" Harry said outraged, " the ugly prat lied! He was trying to take you away!" By then, Hermione, much to Dean's dislike, had come an sat in the seat next to Harry, reading over his shoulder.
"He (Harry) just kinda went baserk," says witness,
"he just sprang on him like a madman!" Though
We heard other accounts from the other half,
"The jerk was trying to take the young lady away,
Mr. Potter had every right to defend her!" Says
A scraggly old wizard coming out of the Leaky
Cauldron.
We may never know whether Harry Potter was a
Just being a Jealous fool, or a courageous boyfriend
Defending his girlfriend from a man ten times bigger
Them him, but we do know, he must love that girl, the
Inconsiderate jerk.
Quinny Rosemond
Daily Prophet Reporter
Both Harry and Hermione emerged extremely pale. "I can't believe you two actually believe this, this, this, stuff !" Harry said outraged, "That's it, out!" He said picking Dean and Neville up by the collar and shoving them out the door.
He slammed the door so hard the glass shattered. "Harry!" Hermione said shocked. "Reparo" she said pointing to the shattered glass which instantly flew back into place, "you shouldn't be so worried about what other people think."
"That's not it," he said plopping back down next to Hermione, "it's just that it seems every time I try to tell you something, someone interrupts,"
"Oh, well how about you tell me later, back at the castle, so we can go somewhere where you won't be interrupted," she said looking out the window, "we have to change."
By the time they finished, the train had come to a halt. They stepped out into the cold, foggy night. They hugged there cloaks tighter as they boarded the horseless carriages.
"How'd we get stuck in a carriage with them?" Harry whispered to Hermione as they took a seat across from a frantically giggling Parvita Patil and Lavender Brown. Hermione jabbed him in the ribs and whispered back, "Be nice." Much to Harry's dislike, they began to irritably began to giggle and point at him.
After a while of silence they finally came to a halt. Harry stepped outside and looked up at the old castle called Hogwarts, the place he called home