Like a Prayer
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A/N: hi! Glad that you chose to read my fanfiction, I tried really hard! I swear I did! Please R/R I'd appreciate it, this is also my first fanfic so, sorry if it sucks. And I do NOT own Harry Potter, or any of the characters in this story. And I do not own the song 'Like a Prayer' Madonna owns that. Please Read and Enjoy!
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I hear your voice; it's like an angel sighing
I have no choice, I hear your voice
Feels like flying,
I close my eyes, Oh god I think I'm falling,
Out of the sky, I close my eyes,
Heaven help me
Hermione stalked away towards the house, she was tired of trying to get them to notice her. She cursed them under her breath. You don't need them! You're better then them, they need you. Hermione wasn't sure how true that was, sure sometimes they needed help with homework, but they managed to get along pretty well by themselves.
When Hermione walked through the front door, engulfed in her own thoughts, she didn't realize a half-skinned potato flying towards her face. Fred, who was staying there for a visit along with George, reached out grabbed it out of mid-air and bit down on it. He was grinning away, but then looked down at what he was eating and he took off towards the bathroom.
"Thought it was an apple," George told Hermione shaking his head sadly.
At that moment Harry and Ron both burst through the door, laughing like drunks. Harry looked at Hermione smiling; she could feel the heat rising into her cheeks. Uh oh, he's gotta suspect something, if he doesn't, he's dumber then he looks Hermione became nervous, what if he does suspect something?
"Dinner!" called Mrs. Weasley from the kitchen, which was now practically on fire.
Hermione stuffed the food into her mouth quickly, barley even taking the time to chew. She had to get away from Harry, the last thing she wanted way him asking her questions she could answer. She glanced across the table, Harry was staring back at her, he was eating equally fast. Damn it! Eat faster! Hermione quickly rose from the table.
"Um…may I be excused? I am pretty tired, I should get some sleep."
Mrs. Weasley nodded "You can sleep in Ginny's room, dear."
"I am tired to," Harry said, faking a yawn.
Hermione felt a bead of sweat trickle down her neck, maybe her shiver. Harry followed her up the stairs and down the hallway.
"Hermione, I am sorry for ignoring you for so long," he pulled her around to face him.
When Hermione searched his eyes, she couldn't find any to tell her he was lying. He started moving forward. What is he doing?! She blinked with confusion. And he quickly covered her lips with his.
She just stared at him for a minute; she didn't know what to say. Her brain was telling her to push him away, when her heart was telling her to hug him and never let go. Get away from him! You don't have time for him!
Hermione turned away from him, ran into her room and slammed the door behind her. Leaving Harry standing in the hallway, clueless.
N/A: Sorry that its shorter! I decided to leave you with a bit of a cliffhanger! Ya like? Ya love? Tell me with a review! And hopefully I'll be able to get the 3rd chapter before my Internet gets d/c. (only for a while, it'll be back up and running soon) Thanx for reading!
