This is going supposed to be a one-shot, but if a lot of people seem interested, then maybe I'll make it a story….we'll see…
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the plot.
HERMIONE'S POV
I don't know why I tried so hard. It's not like I needed scholarship money or anything. My parents are both orthodontists, so you would think I had more than enough money. I do. I get whatever I want, whenever I want. The thing is, I feel compelled to do well in classes. No matter what class I took, I had to be the best. No failing, no skipping, nothing less than perfect.
But perfect was hard for me. I thought I could do it. I was Hermione, the model student and brightest witch in the school. I pushed myself so hard, to take so many extra classes, that most nights I would fall asleep on my books, at my desk. Sigh I don't know where it all went wrong. I was getting perfect grades, had two best friends that would do anything for me, and one of the most famous Quidditch players in the world as an admirer. But something inside of me said that this was all wrong. That I can't do this. I probably should have listened to that voice before, in my third year, but no. I had to mess with time just so I could get to all of my classes, not to mention doing all of that extra work.
But I managed. Sighs again Managing this life isn't so easy anymore. I have no free time to myself. I'm always studying or off helping my friends with their homework. Not to mention, I've organized a club to fight evil. I can't do this. That's why I'm standing at the top of the North Tower, ready to be free of my worries, to let go of this pressure. I'm ready.
Harry's POV
It was a cool, crisp night, and I was coming back from practice at the Quidditch pitch. There was a slight breeze, and it felt good against my sweaty face. As I was walking on the damp grass, I looked up at the castle, with its many windows lit by the soft flames of candles.
The only place not lit was the North Tower, and I suddenly became curious as to the reason. Tightening my grip on my Firebolt, I began to walk in its direction. As I got closer, the light from the moon revealed that there was a person standing at the top. The person's hair was whipping around in all directions, so I assumed it was a girl.
The closer to the building I got, the more the girl moved toward the edge. When I was about fifty feet away, she jumped off of the edge. I mounted my Firebolt and sped towards the falling girl, urging my broom to go faster. She was tumbling at a rapid pace, and I arrived under her, with a few seconds to spare.
The body made my Firebolt spin as she landed right on her stomach, in the middle of the broom. I didn't even know who this girl was, and here she was, out cold on my broomstick. We spun around for a few seconds, me steering with only one hand. My other hand was on the girl's back, making sure she wouldn't fall off.
We landed lightly on the ground. It was dark out, but the moon gave some light off onto the ground. I pulled the girl off of my broom and into the light. I swear, I almost dropped her. It was Hermione! I couldn't believe was I was seeing! I sat against a tree, laying her down next to me. She was still breathing, which was a good thing.
As I regained my breath, I saw Hermione move in her sleep. I knew that she was going to be alright. I took a deep breath and lifted her once again. "Come on Hermione," I said. "I'm taking you home."
AN: These were both originally monologues for my Theater Arts class, but I thought that I'd turn them into a story. I hope you liked it. Please review. Thanks!