A/N: sorry I hadn't updated. It's so hard to write when I'm so busy.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, yada yada yada....
Chapter 2
"Well it's time for dinner this hour. Lets get a move on it." Hermione urged, flipping her hair behind her ear. Ron loved it when she did that. Harry, on the other hand, caught Ron staring at her and decided it needed to stop.
" Last one to the table's a rotten egg!" Harry shouted suddenly. Hermione giggled and began to run. Ron shot daggers at Harry, but started chasing the honey-eyed girl. After a couple of seconds, the race to the table turned into a competition between Harry and Ron.
" Hold on you two! I can't run that fast!" in a flash, Hermione realized they were still running and glaring like it was the end of the world. Hermione's hair flopped a little as she immediately came to a stop. She gazed at her two fighting friends peculiarly then frowned. " They don't even know where the table is."
After a few minutes of protesting from Hermione, both boys slowed down red from embarrassment. " You two! What in the muggle's world is wrong with you?!"
"I don't know what you're talking about!" Ron uttered crossing his arms and pointing his nose in the air.
"I have no idea where you're getting this 'Mione." Harry reasoned putting on his best pout. The pretty, bewildered witch giggled. " Stop it, you look like Malfoy. Hahahaha. Lets eat, I'm dying of hunger."
When dinner was done, and parents introduced, they headed for the Quidditch field.
"Whoa, Mione.... the ministry has out done themselves, this is incredibly wicked!" Ron grinned ear to ear.
"For once, Ron is right." Harry gazed at the pitch.
"Shut it." Ron muttered angrily.
"Ok none of you are allowed to play Quidditch unless someone tells me what's going on." Hermione cried pleadingly. (A/N: she's not really crying) Ron and Harry looked at each other. They knew what to do. Lie.
" Nothing! We were just arguing about..." Ron started.
"About who's a better Quidditch player!" Harry finished. Hermione quirked an eyebrow, but that seemed to be good enough for her.
"Well I think both of you are good. Lets go play, I'm anxious!" Hermione exclaimed excitedly. Why Hermione was anxious of flying, Harry and Ron didn't know, Hermione's always hated flying. " I've been practicing, to get rid of my fear of flying you know.... And I found, I quite enjoy playing the beater position." The fluffy haired female surprised the wizards.
"Beater?? Ha ha ha ha!!" Ron burst into hysterical laughter. " Hermione, ha ha ha ha, beater??" Hermione was not happy. She lifted up her long sleeves to show her no longer scrawny arms, but fit muscular arms. (A/N: it's not buff just nice and fit)
" Well I think you'd be a fantastic beater." Harry commented.
Hermione's eyes lit up. "Thank you Harry!"
"Phht. Suck up." A redheaded boy muttered.
After a couple hours, the boys found Hermione to be pretty good at Quidditch. She must come out there a lot because she was an amazing beater.
The whole summer they played Quidditch, went swimming, played wizards chess, and Hermione studied. One thing was always on Hermione's mind. Ron and Harry have been acting really different since they came. Her lips curved downwards. ' I wish they would tell me' Hermione thought. Every activity they'd do together, Ron and Harry would act like a complete gentleman to her, then be at each other's throats in a minute. It wasn't enjoyable. Having her two best friends always fighting was hard. And for some reason, she didn't believe it was because of who was the Quidditch player....
The summer was finally coming to a stop, and they were on their way to Diagon alley.
"Can you believe it guys?! The summer is finally over. As of next week, starts our final year!" Hermione looked as if she would burst into tears of happiness. Harry looked kind of sad, and Ron just played along with Hermione.
" What's the matter Harry?" Hermione asked concerned.
" Well. Hogwarts is my home. It will be sort of hard to leave." Harry admitted.
" It's ok Harry, It doesn't mean you have to leave the wizarding world. Besides, you can leave the Dursleys forever!"
" Hermione. always finding a positive in everything. Thanks." Harry smiled gently.
" ANYWAY." Ron cut in." I think some ice cream sounds good...want to go with me Hermione?"
" Is Harry coming too?" Hermione questioned. ' I'm not going to have someone left out.'
" Uh, I guess." Ron hesitated. 'Yes, Hermione likes me better' Harry thought.
"Um I think I'm going to buy some more books, I'll see you guys later." Hermione proclaimed.
"Ok." Ron and Harry said at the same time. They glared at each other.
Hermione was walking down the alley. She needed some time away from her friends. She was looking at the ground as she walked as she bumped into someone.
" Oh sorr-" The distracted witch was cut off by the person she bumped into. " Uh.... Malfoy." She looked at his smoky gray orbs. His silver-ish hair hung loosely on his face.
" Move it mudbl-" Malfoy too was cut off by himself. She was so different. He couldn't put his finger on it. She didn't look like a little bushy know-it-all anymore. She looked.... well. Grown up. Hermione felt uncomfortable under his gaze.
" Well, You should be more careful next time ferret." Hermione managed to say.
" Yeah, you too Granger." Malfoy implied sharply. " Bloody muggleborns." He muttered under his breath. ' I never knew how pretty Granger was until now. She seems more mature. Lovely. Dazzling.... Ok I'll stop now.'
A/N: Thanks to Milly for the Review! I appreciate it! More Reviews would be nice please. Sorry for the wait. No Flames.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, yada yada yada....
Chapter 2
"Well it's time for dinner this hour. Lets get a move on it." Hermione urged, flipping her hair behind her ear. Ron loved it when she did that. Harry, on the other hand, caught Ron staring at her and decided it needed to stop.
" Last one to the table's a rotten egg!" Harry shouted suddenly. Hermione giggled and began to run. Ron shot daggers at Harry, but started chasing the honey-eyed girl. After a couple of seconds, the race to the table turned into a competition between Harry and Ron.
" Hold on you two! I can't run that fast!" in a flash, Hermione realized they were still running and glaring like it was the end of the world. Hermione's hair flopped a little as she immediately came to a stop. She gazed at her two fighting friends peculiarly then frowned. " They don't even know where the table is."
After a few minutes of protesting from Hermione, both boys slowed down red from embarrassment. " You two! What in the muggle's world is wrong with you?!"
"I don't know what you're talking about!" Ron uttered crossing his arms and pointing his nose in the air.
"I have no idea where you're getting this 'Mione." Harry reasoned putting on his best pout. The pretty, bewildered witch giggled. " Stop it, you look like Malfoy. Hahahaha. Lets eat, I'm dying of hunger."
When dinner was done, and parents introduced, they headed for the Quidditch field.
"Whoa, Mione.... the ministry has out done themselves, this is incredibly wicked!" Ron grinned ear to ear.
"For once, Ron is right." Harry gazed at the pitch.
"Shut it." Ron muttered angrily.
"Ok none of you are allowed to play Quidditch unless someone tells me what's going on." Hermione cried pleadingly. (A/N: she's not really crying) Ron and Harry looked at each other. They knew what to do. Lie.
" Nothing! We were just arguing about..." Ron started.
"About who's a better Quidditch player!" Harry finished. Hermione quirked an eyebrow, but that seemed to be good enough for her.
"Well I think both of you are good. Lets go play, I'm anxious!" Hermione exclaimed excitedly. Why Hermione was anxious of flying, Harry and Ron didn't know, Hermione's always hated flying. " I've been practicing, to get rid of my fear of flying you know.... And I found, I quite enjoy playing the beater position." The fluffy haired female surprised the wizards.
"Beater?? Ha ha ha ha!!" Ron burst into hysterical laughter. " Hermione, ha ha ha ha, beater??" Hermione was not happy. She lifted up her long sleeves to show her no longer scrawny arms, but fit muscular arms. (A/N: it's not buff just nice and fit)
" Well I think you'd be a fantastic beater." Harry commented.
Hermione's eyes lit up. "Thank you Harry!"
"Phht. Suck up." A redheaded boy muttered.
After a couple hours, the boys found Hermione to be pretty good at Quidditch. She must come out there a lot because she was an amazing beater.
The whole summer they played Quidditch, went swimming, played wizards chess, and Hermione studied. One thing was always on Hermione's mind. Ron and Harry have been acting really different since they came. Her lips curved downwards. ' I wish they would tell me' Hermione thought. Every activity they'd do together, Ron and Harry would act like a complete gentleman to her, then be at each other's throats in a minute. It wasn't enjoyable. Having her two best friends always fighting was hard. And for some reason, she didn't believe it was because of who was the Quidditch player....
The summer was finally coming to a stop, and they were on their way to Diagon alley.
"Can you believe it guys?! The summer is finally over. As of next week, starts our final year!" Hermione looked as if she would burst into tears of happiness. Harry looked kind of sad, and Ron just played along with Hermione.
" What's the matter Harry?" Hermione asked concerned.
" Well. Hogwarts is my home. It will be sort of hard to leave." Harry admitted.
" It's ok Harry, It doesn't mean you have to leave the wizarding world. Besides, you can leave the Dursleys forever!"
" Hermione. always finding a positive in everything. Thanks." Harry smiled gently.
" ANYWAY." Ron cut in." I think some ice cream sounds good...want to go with me Hermione?"
" Is Harry coming too?" Hermione questioned. ' I'm not going to have someone left out.'
" Uh, I guess." Ron hesitated. 'Yes, Hermione likes me better' Harry thought.
"Um I think I'm going to buy some more books, I'll see you guys later." Hermione proclaimed.
"Ok." Ron and Harry said at the same time. They glared at each other.
Hermione was walking down the alley. She needed some time away from her friends. She was looking at the ground as she walked as she bumped into someone.
" Oh sorr-" The distracted witch was cut off by the person she bumped into. " Uh.... Malfoy." She looked at his smoky gray orbs. His silver-ish hair hung loosely on his face.
" Move it mudbl-" Malfoy too was cut off by himself. She was so different. He couldn't put his finger on it. She didn't look like a little bushy know-it-all anymore. She looked.... well. Grown up. Hermione felt uncomfortable under his gaze.
" Well, You should be more careful next time ferret." Hermione managed to say.
" Yeah, you too Granger." Malfoy implied sharply. " Bloody muggleborns." He muttered under his breath. ' I never knew how pretty Granger was until now. She seems more mature. Lovely. Dazzling.... Ok I'll stop now.'
A/N: Thanks to Milly for the Review! I appreciate it! More Reviews would be nice please. Sorry for the wait. No Flames.