In the days that followed, Harry Potter's mischievous pranks seemed to fade into the past. He immersed himself in helping others, reaching out to younger students with kindness and offering assistance whenever needed. He also started to prioritize his studies, showing an eagerness to learn and grow. Harry wanted Hermione to witness his transformation, hoping she would notice his efforts to be a better person, but she appeared to be utterly indifferent to him, except when they were patrolling together as Head Boy and Girl.

Harry often found himself on the Quidditch pitch during his free time because he wanted to play for the national team next year. However, he couldn't help but notice Hermione frequently facing problems. He dared to approach her in the library one day, attempting to initiate a conversation.

"Hey, Granger, having health issues?" he inquired, smiling.

Finally, Hermione looked up at Harry's face, a smirk plastered across it. Again annoyed by his smirk,she retorted, "Don't ask questions, Potter. Just do your work and leave me alone."

Satisfied that he had gained her attention, Harry prodded further, "Do you not like me taking care of you, Granger?"

"This is the library, Potter. Do not burden me with your questions," Hermione responded, rolling her eyes.

"Jeez, Hermione, I just want to know what's wrong with you," Harry asked with patience.

"I am fine. As long as you leave me alone, I am fine, Potter and Don't call me Hermione,I don't like it when it come from your mouth" she said, sounding weary., frustrated by Harry's persistent interference.

Yet, undeterred, Harry couldn't help but ask again, "Come on, Granger, I'm not really that bad, am I?"

"Honestly?" Hermione raised an eyebrow. "Yes."

Though hurt, Harry recovered quickly, continuing with his playful nature. "You know, Granger, if you go out with me, you'll get to know the real me. Let's go to Hogsmeade together next week?"

"Are you really that daft?" Hermione snapped again. "You think I'll want to know more about you and your bloody Quidditch?"

Unfazed, Harry grinned, insisting, "Come on, Granger. You know you can't resist me. What is there not to like about me?"

"Everything, Potter," she said, gathering her books and walking out of the library.

Harry turned away from seeing Hermione Granger again. Never in his life had he seen a woman so elegant and beautiful, inside and out. He had noticed it every year. And ever since fifth year, Hermione had rejected him or spurned his advances time and time again.Harry was determined to show her his good side.

No matter though, thought Harry. She'll come to her senses this year. Because no matter what, she will be mine. And I will escort her to Hogsmeade every week in my arms. Harry knows he can have anyone in his arms other than Hermione Granger because he is the next Lord Potter. He is the best seeker in Hogwarts history, and according to Muggle-borns, he is the famous Lily Potter son. He wants Hermione because she is not influenced by looks, money, or any other materialistic things.


Things are going pretty bad today for Harry Potter. He was frustrated due to his bad team. After Fred and George, along with Angelina and Alicia, left Gryffindor, the team is pretty bad due to instability. Harry wants to fix that, but he doesn't have much time to give because of his Head Boy duties. He constantly watches Hermione's movements at Hogwarts because he wants to know if any Slytherins approach her. If they do, he wants to be informed. He wants to leave the Head Boy position, but for his mother's sake, he is taking it. He wants it given to Neville because Neville is the best-suited person. And they are godbrothers. He wants to try out for the National Team, so he can care less about his academics. But he is best in Charms, Transfiguration, and Defense, thanks to his father, mother, and honorary uncle.

He spewed foul language at least fifty times throughout the entire training session. His Keepers include Ron Weasley and Ginny Weasley; his Chasers consist of Draco Malfoy and Archie Parker from the fourth year. As a Beater, he has Peter Jones and Patrick Smith, who are both fifth-years. Additionally, he is the Seeker. He has added three new faces to the team, but they aren't cooperating with him. He is exhausted and wants to take a cold shower.

He entered Headquarters after a long, tiring practice session and saw her curled up in the chair, furiously writing. He stared at her, forgetting about taking a shower or feeling tired. She was always beautiful when she read; her parted, kissable lips, narrowed eyes in concentration, soft, curly hair all around her exposed neck. He didn't know how long he stood there staring at her. Finally, his daydreaming was interrupted by her voice.

"Is there anything wrong with my face?"

" Yeah there is, but can I remove it by using my lips?" He smirked and started to get closer to her.

In your dreams, Potter! If you come near me, you won't be able to sit down for the next year." she threatened.

He said, "One day you'll demand me to kiss you, Granger." He backed away with laughter and walked into his suite.

She shouted, "Keep dreaming, Potter!" and continued writing a letter to Xenophilius Lovegood about her next article.


Harry is going on a Hogwarts trip with his friends Draco, Ron, and Neville. Draco and Ron became his friends when he was five years old. Neville and Harry sort of grew up together. Very few people know this, of course, as Harry and Neville never seemed to spend much time together at Hogwarts. The Potter and Longbottom families have always been close, so other people don't seem to care about their familial bond.

"Who is that guy with Granger?" Ron suddenly asked.

"Where?" Harry make his sound as casual as much as possible.

"There outside bookstore" Neville pointed out.

Harry saw a guy wearing Ravenclaw robes, standing tall with good posture. His face was hidden as he was facing away from Harry. He saw Hermione smiling and blushing at something he had said to her. He wanted her to smile at him, not that boy. His jealousy flared. He wanted her to notice he was a good person. She didn't even glance in his direction or acknowledge him; she was smiling and blushing at some Ravenclaw. Finally, Harry snapped when that guy kissed her on the cheek and left, leaving Hermione with pink cheeks.

"I am going to chop his liver out with my bare hands"

"What?" Draco asked when he listened Harry muttering about chopping someone liver.

"Nothing," said Harry. "Who is this guy?" he asked Neville.

"Oh! He is Stephen Rivers. He is the Revenclaw Prefect, sixth year. You haven't met him at the Prefect Meeting?" Neville asked.

"I don't remember anything," Harry said, confused. He didn't seem to recognize any of the faces around him.

"He is the one who told us about how Minimization of bullying and make effective patrolling" Neville hinted again.Neville is also present in prefect meeting because he is also a hupplepuff prefect.

"Ohh! Doesn't that guy have a long scar on his cheek? I didn't notice anything today."

"I think he's healed because Hermione created some sort of spell to help him."again replied Neville

"Oh!" He finally relaxed and his thoughts started to run again. Maybe he was thanking her for healing him. The other side of his brain argued, "What if he isn't thanking her? He's good-looking, and Hermione could fall for him."

"Shut up, suddenly someone came and threatened you"his logical side said. What if... Again, his thoughts stopped as Ron asked them to go to the Quidditch Supplies one last time before heading to Zonkos.


"Who is the Boy you were talking to outside the book store?" Harry asked Hermione when they were in headquarters.

"Ohh! He is Stephen. Someone I am lucky to know. Unlike some people here." She replied without glancing toward him.

A small part of his chest ached as he heard her words. He was used to listening to her hurtful words. He again cursed his own stupidity. He knew that once she realized her mistake, she would feel lucky again. It gave him a glimmer of hope again. He asked her, "Are you are on a date or did you just meet there accidentally?"

" Are you again going to scare him away because he spoke to me potter? "She shrieked

"I didn't scare anyone.I just want you to be safe from other boys who might harm you" retorted Harry.

"I don't need your protection, Potter," thundered Hermione.Her mind was seething with anger. "Who does he think he is, always interfering in what I am doing, what I am eating, and who I can be friends with? I can protect myself!"

"Okay," Harry said nothing and went straight to his room, threw his chair against the wall with frustration, and then sat on the bed. He silently vowed that he would not interfere with her or her friends' business; she could do whatever she wanted, but he knew his heart always sought her. With a sigh and a Reparo charm, he went to sleep, hoping tomorrow would be better.

Harry and Draco want to prank Stephen even after his fight with Hermione. Harry has mixed emotions about it, but he decides to squash them. He plans to get his revenge on Stephen. The prank involves making a goblet explode in his hand and causing him to have an itchy palm for a week. Harry has a potion ready in hand. He gives the potion to one of Hogwarts' elves to place in Stephen's pumpkin juice. Harry has made many house-elf friends who work in the kitchen. They help his group carry out the prank by adding the harmless potion during prank time.


Hermione Granger had a long night's sleep. She felt unusually tired today, as if something big was about to happen. She brushed it off, thinking her fatigue might be due to her monthly cycle and therefore nothing out of the ordinary. However, she found herself drawn to the Great Hall anyway. The Hogwarts feast wasn't being served yet, so Hermione began reading 'A History of Hogwarts'.

Again someone interrupted her study, and she was about to snap at them. When she looked up irritably, she saw the handsome face of Stephen Rivers. He is the one with whom she could talk. After she had cured his scar, he looked good. He has been treating her like she is the best person. She sort of likes him. She nodded at him, smiled, and gave him permission to sit next to her.

Finally, he exclaimed, "Hey! It's my favorite book too."

Oh! I don't know. I sort of thought I was the only one who read 'Hogwarts: A History.'" replied Hermione.

"We read it too. We are called Smarts. That's why we are in ravenclaw." He flirted with me.

"I am the smartest here and I have the best results," she boasted, laughing. Again she added, "And see, I have the 12th edition of Hogwarts: A History"

Wow I have never seen this version before, I only have the 16th edition." Stephen replied.

Finally, the meals appeared on their tables. Both started eating, but Hermione had the most concentration on her book, so she didn't know which goblet she took. When she tried to drink from it ,it exploded.