Chapter 2: Hermione picks Harry up
Hermione stood in front of the mirror on Saturday night. Her hair was tied up in a loose ponytail and she was wearing a pair of old blue jeans and an old pink shirt. She held to her lips her lip gloss and proceed to put some on. She smiled to herself.
Tonight, she was going out with Harry, her best friend. She had invited him to a dance. The dance, was going to be held at her friend's house. Hermione, was in love with Harry since the end of their fifth year, when they went to the forest with Umbridge, since they went to the Ministry f Magic together and.....since Sirius died.
Hermione sight at the thought of this. She remember sadly when she found out about Sirius death. She was not conscious at the moment Bellatrix send him behind the veil. That was what was making Harry so unhappy. She knew he had lied to her when he said he was fine.
She looked at her mirror once more. She smiled. The make-up was perfect. Not too much, not too little
Hermione returned to her room to get changed. It was already 7.30 pm, she had one hour to finish getting ready. She opened her closet slowly, to revel a beautiful red dress. The dress, had strips that you had to tie behind your neck. It adjusted perfectly to her body, reveling her curves. It was knee length and made her look really pretty. Hermione let go her ponytail and went to the bathroom again. She dried her hair straight. She looked at her reflexion and smiled.
He went to her bedroom to get her watch. It was 8.00pm. She took a deep breath before going down the stair.
"Mom! Dad! It's time to go pick up Harry!!" she called.
They came down the stairs and smiled. Their little daughter had grown up and fallen in love.
Hermione got into her parents car and watched through the window as the went to Harry's house. Oh, sorry, the Dursley's house. Of course, it wasn't Harry's. he lived there, but that was it. it wasn't his home. His only home was Hogwarts. Hermione sighted. Poor Harry. He had had such a difficult life, she wondered how could he stand it. She knew he was hurting. Harry was strong, but sometimes, when he wasn't, he wore a mask, showing off courage, when he was scared. Showing a sad face, when his heart was tearing apart. She knew him so well, she could tell. She wanted to hug him, to kiss him, to make him feel happy, but she couldn't. But tonight, she had decided to make it a nice night, his best night. They were going to have fun and she was going to make him forget about Sirius for tonight.
"Honey, we are here" said her mom.
"Oh, thanks" she said, getting down.
She walked over to the door, shivering, more from nervousness than from cold. Her heart was pounding hard.
She rang the bell. She waited.
The door opened slowly and Hermione tilted her head a little bit to see who had opened. A fat boy appeared. He smirked.
"Well, hello princess, were you looking for me?" asked Duddley.
Hermione giggled.
"Actually, I was looking for him" she said pointing to Harry who was standing behind Duddley.
"Oh, no, you are not" he started "He is my cousin, he is very dangerous..."
"He is not, he is Harry, he goes to my school" Duddley looked at her horrified.
"Yeah cuz, get out of my way" said Harry, who had been listening but couldn't see Hermione.
Duddley backed away slowly and turned around. He ran up the stairs. Harry watched him go before turning to Hermione for the first time.
"Wow" he whispered, loud enough for Hermione to hear. She blushed.
Harry had seen Hermione as a friend for the past five years, and he cared for her and loved her as a friend. But tonight, for some strange reason, his heart started to beat faster than it ever did.
"Uhm.....we...we should get going Harry" she said, staring at his eyes.
"Oh yeah, sorry" he said. He walked towards her and have her a kiss on her cheek.
She blushed even harder.
Harry sat on the car silently. He was a little nervous, he didn't know why...it was just a party with Hermione.....his best. What was going on with him??
He glanced at her several times just to notice her looking at him with a dreamily smile on her face. Was it possible? Was it possible that Hermione liked him s something more than a friend??
Harry didn't know why, but he liked the idea. And when he looked at her he felt so vulnerable, like he didn't have more air left in his lungs....he felt his heart race....almost in his throat....he had never felt like this before. And he didn't know what it was. He was so confused....
Maybe....could it be possible, that he liked her???
'Nah...' she thought 'she has always been just a friend....right?' If you would have asked him a week before, he would have nodded...but know he wasn't sure....
Hermione stood in front of the mirror on Saturday night. Her hair was tied up in a loose ponytail and she was wearing a pair of old blue jeans and an old pink shirt. She held to her lips her lip gloss and proceed to put some on. She smiled to herself.
Tonight, she was going out with Harry, her best friend. She had invited him to a dance. The dance, was going to be held at her friend's house. Hermione, was in love with Harry since the end of their fifth year, when they went to the forest with Umbridge, since they went to the Ministry f Magic together and.....since Sirius died.
Hermione sight at the thought of this. She remember sadly when she found out about Sirius death. She was not conscious at the moment Bellatrix send him behind the veil. That was what was making Harry so unhappy. She knew he had lied to her when he said he was fine.
She looked at her mirror once more. She smiled. The make-up was perfect. Not too much, not too little
Hermione returned to her room to get changed. It was already 7.30 pm, she had one hour to finish getting ready. She opened her closet slowly, to revel a beautiful red dress. The dress, had strips that you had to tie behind your neck. It adjusted perfectly to her body, reveling her curves. It was knee length and made her look really pretty. Hermione let go her ponytail and went to the bathroom again. She dried her hair straight. She looked at her reflexion and smiled.
He went to her bedroom to get her watch. It was 8.00pm. She took a deep breath before going down the stair.
"Mom! Dad! It's time to go pick up Harry!!" she called.
They came down the stairs and smiled. Their little daughter had grown up and fallen in love.
Hermione got into her parents car and watched through the window as the went to Harry's house. Oh, sorry, the Dursley's house. Of course, it wasn't Harry's. he lived there, but that was it. it wasn't his home. His only home was Hogwarts. Hermione sighted. Poor Harry. He had had such a difficult life, she wondered how could he stand it. She knew he was hurting. Harry was strong, but sometimes, when he wasn't, he wore a mask, showing off courage, when he was scared. Showing a sad face, when his heart was tearing apart. She knew him so well, she could tell. She wanted to hug him, to kiss him, to make him feel happy, but she couldn't. But tonight, she had decided to make it a nice night, his best night. They were going to have fun and she was going to make him forget about Sirius for tonight.
"Honey, we are here" said her mom.
"Oh, thanks" she said, getting down.
She walked over to the door, shivering, more from nervousness than from cold. Her heart was pounding hard.
She rang the bell. She waited.
The door opened slowly and Hermione tilted her head a little bit to see who had opened. A fat boy appeared. He smirked.
"Well, hello princess, were you looking for me?" asked Duddley.
Hermione giggled.
"Actually, I was looking for him" she said pointing to Harry who was standing behind Duddley.
"Oh, no, you are not" he started "He is my cousin, he is very dangerous..."
"He is not, he is Harry, he goes to my school" Duddley looked at her horrified.
"Yeah cuz, get out of my way" said Harry, who had been listening but couldn't see Hermione.
Duddley backed away slowly and turned around. He ran up the stairs. Harry watched him go before turning to Hermione for the first time.
"Wow" he whispered, loud enough for Hermione to hear. She blushed.
Harry had seen Hermione as a friend for the past five years, and he cared for her and loved her as a friend. But tonight, for some strange reason, his heart started to beat faster than it ever did.
"Uhm.....we...we should get going Harry" she said, staring at his eyes.
"Oh yeah, sorry" he said. He walked towards her and have her a kiss on her cheek.
She blushed even harder.
Harry sat on the car silently. He was a little nervous, he didn't know why...it was just a party with Hermione.....his best. What was going on with him??
He glanced at her several times just to notice her looking at him with a dreamily smile on her face. Was it possible? Was it possible that Hermione liked him s something more than a friend??
Harry didn't know why, but he liked the idea. And when he looked at her he felt so vulnerable, like he didn't have more air left in his lungs....he felt his heart race....almost in his throat....he had never felt like this before. And he didn't know what it was. He was so confused....
Maybe....could it be possible, that he liked her???
'Nah...' she thought 'she has always been just a friend....right?' If you would have asked him a week before, he would have nodded...but know he wasn't sure....