Summary: 6th year, OOTP spoiler. HarryHermione! This is my first fic; it might be a little angsty, or fluffy depending on what you guys want. But I promise you a good ending!! R&R rated for language.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter at all. I wish I did but I don't, so don't sue me.
A/N: This is my first fic, so please be nice!! Ok? Lol I hope you like! Review when you're done and let me know what you think! Please? Even if its mean, let me know how it can be improved. On with the story! I present to you:
Honor, Hormones, and Hermione
Chapter 1: OWL results and so much more...
Harry Potter sat on the edge of his windowsill, feet hanging out, watching the sunset. His arms were around his knees, he was so deep in thought he didn't even notice Hedwig flutter inside with Pig and a foreign owl that together held many parcels. Harry was thinking about someone, but not just anyone. This someone had been one of Harry's best friends since first year.' I can't think of her like that, and surely she doesn't feel the same way about me... or could she? What if we did get together? What would Ron say?' Harry knew that Ron had previously been fond of Hermione, but now he wasn't so sure. 'Ron seemed rather interested in Lavender to be perfectly honest.'
Harry was suddenly brought back to reality by a sudden outburst of hooting directly behind him on his bed. This took him by so much surprise he almost fell out of the window. He headed towards the bed where Hedwig, Pig, and the other owl sat. He untied their burdens; there was a letter and a parcel each from Ron, Hermione and Hagrid. When he got to the 3rd bird, and it presented him with the usual Hogwarts letter. The bird immediately flew away. He figured he'd better open the Hogwarts letter first. He couldn't help feeling that it was a little heavier than last year.
Harry sat down on his bed, careful not to sit on Pig (who was racing around the bed with the pleasure of having accomplished this errand) and carefully opened the letter. There was the usual start of term notice;
Dear Mr. Potter,
Please take note that a new term will start on the first of September. The Hogwarts Express will leave King's Cross station, platform nine and three-quarters at eleven o'clock sharp. Enclosed is a list of next years necessary school supplies and your OWL results. Mr. Ronald Weasly has retired from his post as school prefect, and has elected you to fill his position. Congratulations Mr. Potter.
When you arrive onto the Hogwarts Express, you and Ms. Hermione Granger go to the front compartment where we will inform you of your duties as school prefect.
Yours sincerely,
Professor M. Mc Gonagall
Deputy Headmistress
Harry gawked at the parchment for a few moments before recovering. 'I'm a prefect?? And why did Ron retire?? I bet Fred and George had something to do with it.' Then he remembered, 'My OWL results!' He quickly turned the page to the second page.
Immediately he thought of Hermione, her beautiful round face, her warm chocolate eyes, and her golden locks. He shook off the image, 'I should NOT be thinking of his best friend that way. And what would happen if she found out?' He turned back to the page. His eyes widened in shock.
O- outstanding E- exceeds expectations A- average T- troll P- pass
Defense Against the Dark Arts- O
Transfiguration- O
Potions- O
Herbology- E
History of Magic- P
Care of Magical Creatures- O
Divination- A
'Oh my god!! Woa. I got 4 O's, 1 E, and 1 A... and a P? Well the A and P I was expecting... but all the others. Wow.' He thought. He checked the envelope to see that it was in fact his results. Then the prefect badge fell out. His mind was trying to process all of this information, it was just too much. He might have been able to handle the results OR becoming a prefect? What was he turning into? Hermione? He snorted, then he remembered his previous thoughts of her.
"Stop! Stop it!!" He said out loud to stop the thoughts of Hermione that kept flowing into his head. Then he looked at the clock. It was now 11:21 at night. He had been gawking at the letter longer than he thought. He knew the parcels would be his birthday presents; he stuffed them underneath the loose floorboard in his room. He thought, 'I can wait at least another 49 minutes, then when it is my birthday I can open them then.' He then put the owls into the cage and went back to his post at the window thinking about a certain girl. A certain girl who was filled with wisdom, and if he had just listened... his thoughts then turned to a certain accused murderer who was, "murdered" last year.
He mentally scolded himself for thinking of that, every time he did, he started to cry. He tried to hold it in, he did fairly well until a few tears escaped his swollen and puffy eyes. 'What am I going to do with myself? It was all my fault we went, Damn Voldemort and his stupid mental images! I swear I'll kill him!' "FOR YOU SIRIUS!!" He screamed into the night.
A/N: Did I get all the subjects right? What about the grade terms? Let me know what you think ok? See the button on the bottom left hand corner of the page? Click the button and submit your review and make my day! Thanks for reading! See you soon!