Unnoticed Desires
"Hermione Granger!! If we don't leave right now you'll miss the train!!" Mrs. Granger yelled

from the bottom of the stairs. Hermione rolled her eyes and she walked downstairs. She was

already dressed in her school uniform, trying to be prepared for her first day back at school.

"And don't you even think of rolling your eyes at me. I would think you would have a little more

respect to show towards your own mother!!"

Hermione shook her head and walked out to the car, sat in the front passenger seat, and stared

at herself in her compact mirror, making sure that all of her make up was applied in even

amounts in all of the correct places. Mrs. Granger walked out of the house and sat in the drivers

seat of the car. They then soon drove away to Kings Cross Station. The ride to the train station

was spent in an unwanted silence, which was greatly detested. Ever since Hermione's father

died over the summer, she and her mother were awkardly pulled apart, which was soon gotten

used to. Just as Mrs. Granger pulled the car into one of the parking spaces, Hermione jumped

out, placed her trunk from the back of the car on one of the trolleys, and rushed off to Platform

9 3/4. Mrs. Granger soon caught up with her, however, Hermione was already joined up with

her two best friends, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. Just as they were about to board the

Hogwarts Express, Hermione rushed back to her mother, who she gave a loving mother-

daughter hug, and told her that she would miss her a lot.... That's pretty much all that was said.

So Harry, Ron, and Hermione found an empty compartment, where they soon were loaded up

with candies, sandwiches, purchases from Honeydukes, and more. No longer than a half an

hour had passed until Harry's number one enemy appeared in the compartment.

"Hello, Pothead, Weasle, Granger. Having fun, are we, pigging out on candies??" he said

innocently, a smirk appearing on his pale-skinned face.

"Get out, Malfoy," snarled Ron, just after swallowing a handful of Bertie Botts Every Flavor

Beans.

"What, Weasle, do you want to hang out with your girlfriend Granger??" sneered Malfoy.

Hermione couldn't take it any longer. She rose from her seat, dragged Malfoy into the quiet and

empty hallway, and pressed her lips firmly to his. His tongue soon dominated her mouth, and he

moaned quietly. "Better now??" Hermione asked, her hands on her hips. All Draco could do

was nod slowly and walk away, still with a dazed look on his face. Hermione walked back into

the compartment, a smirk upon her face.

"What did you do??" Ron asked, amazed.

"I had to complete some unfinished business," Hermione said, sitting back down, and opening a

chocolate frog. Harry looked at her sadly, shook his head, and resumed his actions of reading

the Daily Prophet.

A few hours later, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry soon came into view, and the

Hogwarts Express soon came to a halt at Hogsmeade Station. Harry, Ron, and Hermione saw

Rubeus Hagrid, the Gamekeeper, lead the first year students to the boats, which took them to

the school. As for the trio, they headed to the horse drawn carriages, where they loaded in with

a few other students. Hermione was crammed between Harry and Ron, and couldn't help but

inhale the scent of them, which soon dazed her. Especially Harry.... he had this element.... it

made him seem older, more mature, like a man.... which he was, of course. It was just that

Hermione had never realized it until now. The carriages soon stopped at the school, where

everyone headed into the Great Hall for the welcoming feast. The Sorting of the new students

passed more quickly than usual, which was liked by most of the students. Harry couldn't help

but notice that Draco Malfoy was staring at her.... it didn't last for a moment, however, it lasted

all through the feast.

"What did you do to Malfoy, today??" Harry finally asked.

Hermione turned very pale, and her eyes widened. "N-nothing...."

"Well, apparently you did something because Malfoy has been staring at you all through

dinner!!" said Harry, his voice becoming stronger and louder with every syllable of the words.

"Just forget about it.... it doesn't concern you!!" Hermione snapped, the color of her face

beginning to appear again. Once again Harry just looked away in disgust, tears of sadness filling

his eyes.

"You kissed him...."

Both Worlds (COMPLETE!!)
Harry Potter walked down the second floor corridor cheerfully. He looked to the left and saw the message on the wall, which had been written three years ago. "THE CHAMBER OF SECRETS HAS BEEN OPEN, ENEMIES OF THE HEIR, BEWARE," it said. The one below it said, "HER SKELETON WILL LIE IN THE CHAMBER FOREVER." That message had been referring to Ginny Weasley. She had opened the chamber, well, not her but some one was acting through her. Suddenly, a water balloon burst at Harry's feet. "Peeves," he moaned. A cackling voice came from above him. "Peeves, I hope you know I am going to notify the Bloody Baron about this," Professor McGonegall was standing behind Harry. "I'm sorry about this Potter but Peeves has been out of control lately," she said. "Hasn't he always been out of control, Professor?" Harry asked. "Well, yes, I suppose you're right about that," McGonegall said, turning a little pink. "Well, why don't you go and get out of these wet clothes before you get sick," she continued. Harry nodded and headed off to the Gryffindor Common Room.

"Harry, where have you been, and why are you soaked with water?" Hermione walked up to Harry. "Oh, I was in the library, and on my way back, Peeves threw a water balloon at me," Harry explained. "Oh, I see, well, Ron's in the Common Room and he wants to play chess," Hermione said and she and Harry walked through the portrait hole.

Harry quietly went up to his dormitory unnoticed. He got out of his wet work robes and put a new one on. "Hiya Harry!" Ron said quickly. Harry jumped. "Bloody h*ll, Ron, do you always have to do that?" Harry started to laugh. "Yes, because it always scares you," Ron joined in the laughing. They walked down to the Common Room. Hermione was sitting at a table with a giant book in front of her. "Will you ever have some fun Hermione?" Ron asked, crossing his arms across his chest. "Actually, Ron, I am having fun," Hermione said. "May a quickly see that book?" Harry asked curiously. "Sure," Hermione handed him the book. It was titled Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. "It's about you Harry," Hermione explained. "This was about our second year, wasn't it?" Harry asked. "Yeah. Ron, we're in it too," Hermione said excitedly. "Really?!" Ron grabbed the book from Harry. He turned to the chapter called At Flourish and Blotts. "Wow, Hermione, you're right," he said. "But why would anyone write about us?" Harry was a little confused. "I don't know. Maybe we should talk to J.K. Rowling, she's the author," Hermione suggested. "But, she's a Muggle, isn't she?" Ron asked. "Ron, Hermione's a Muggle and I grew up with Muggles, what could go wrong?" Harry asked. "I don't know," Ron was now embarrassed. "Well, how will we be able to contact her?" Harry asked. "We only have three days left until the Hogwarts Express takes us home. So, why don't we talk to her then," Hermione suggested. Ron, Harry, and Hermione all agreed.

The three days passed as slowly as possible. "I did better on my Potions final than I thought I would," Harry said, passing his exam to Hermione. "Good job, Harry. Hey, you got only six points less than me, and didn't you get seven, Ron?" Hermione turned to Ron. "Yup," he said quickly. "Attention all students, the Hogwarts Express is now ready for people to board. Fifth years will board first," Dumbledore announced.

Hermione, Harry, and Ron quickly got into a compartment. "It's usually seventh years, right?" Harry asked. "Yeah," Ron mumbled. "Ron, you look upset, what's bothering you?" Hermione asked. Ron perked up a little bit. "Oh nothing," he said glumly. Hermione and Harry stared at each other and then back at Ron. "Ok, fine, I'll tell you. I am worried that Mum and Dad'll be mad at me because I didn't do as well on my exams as they wanted me to," Ron explained. "Ron, don't worry about it. You did as well as you could. I think they'll understand," Harry said, trying to make Ron forget about the little problem. "Harry, you're right, I shouldn't be worried about it. I'll forget about it soon enough," Ron was a bit more confident. "When will we talk to Ms Rowling?" Harry quickly changed the subject. "Oh, I was thinking we could all stay at the Burrow for a few days. Then, maybe we can drive the Ford Anglia to Leavesden," Hermione said. "Sounds good to me," Harry said. "Good idea," Ron grinned.

"Mum, Harry and Hermione'll be staying for a couple of days, is that alright?" Ron asked is mother after he stepped off the train. "Oh, yes, dear, that's fine," Mrs Weasley grinned. They all collected their belongings and packed into the small old car.

"So, how was your fifth year?" Mrs Weasley asked as they walked into the small kitchen. "Oh, it was exciting," Hermione grinned. "Mum, can we get a ride to Hertfordshire tomorrow?" Ron asked. "Why?" Mrs Weasley narrowed her eyes. "Well, Hermione found this book called Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets and we wanted to meet the author," Ron explained. "Sure, dear, but you would have to drive yourselves," Mrs Weasley sounded a little worried. "Don't worry, we won't do anything bad this time," Harry grinned.

"Harry, Ron, wake up, it's time to go," Hermione threw two pillows on top of the sleeping boys. "Hermione, what'd you do that for?" Harry reached for his glasses. "To wake you up!" Hermione started to laugh. "Hermione, do you think that we should wear regular Muggle clothes?" Ron asked. "I would if I were you because they might not be accustomed to seeing wizarding robes," Hermione smiled. "Well, can you please go, we have to change you know," Harry frowned. Hermione got up and went downstairs.

"Here, this is it, Leavesden Studios, I heard they're making a Harry Potter movie here," Hermione said. "How do you know all of this?" Ron asked sarcastically. "I just know these things Ron," Harry giggled as a reaction of what Hermione had just said. They got out of the car (they hadn't flown it) and walked through the doors. "Hello, you must be Daniel, Rupert and Emma, correct? Well, come this way, Mr Columbus is waiting for you three," the woman at the front desk said as they walked in. They followed her and went up four flights of stairs. They went into a room on the left and a man and three children were sitting in the room. "Hello?" the man asked, looking confused. "Oh, you must be the wrong people, sorry for the inconvenience Mr Columbus," the woman said. "No, don't apologize, you three look familiar," the man said. A boy with dark brown hair and blue eyes stood up and walked over to Harry, Hermione, and Ron. "You three look an awful lot like Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Ron Weasley," he said. "How did you know who we were?" Harry asked. The boy gasped. "I thought they were made up people," he said. The man then stood up. "Are you telling me that you three are the real people?" he asked. "Yes, I'm Hermione, this is Harry, and this is Ron," Hermione jumped into the conversation. "This is amazing, we need to get Jo here," the man said. "I'll call her right away," the woman said and hurried off. "Who's Jo?" Ron asked. "Oh, she's the author of the Harry Potter books," the man explained. "Are you three Ron, Harry, and Hermione in the movies?" Harry asked. "Yes," a red headed boy said politely. "This is wicked," Ron said. "Are you working on a movie right now?" Hermione asked. "We're going to start the second one in a few days," a girl said. "Interesting," Harry whispered. "What are your names?" Ron was a little curious. "Oh, I'm Emma. . .Emma Watson," the girl grinned. "I'm Dan Radcliffe," the dark haired boy explained. The boy with ginger hair smiled. "I'm Rupert Grint," he said. "Can we ask your ages?" Harry asked. "I'm thirteen," Dan said. "I'm twelve," Emma turned a little pink. "And I'm fourteen," Rupert grinned and nudged Emma's arm. "We're fifteen," Hermione, Harry, and Ron said in unison. "So, there really is a Hogwarts?" Daniel asked Harry. "Yeah, it's really cool too. Just to warn you though, stay away from Snape and Hagrid's stew," Harry whispered to Dan so only he could hear. Both of them giggled. "What did you tell him Harry?" Hermione asked. "I heard something about Hagrid's stew," Emma said. "How did you hear that Emma?" Dan asked. "Oh, let's just say that I have very good hearing," Hermione and Emma laughed. "Will you please excuse me for a moment?" Mr Columbus said and left the room. "You three must have a lot of fans don't you?" Harry asked. "Well, I have a lot of, should we say, girl fans," Dan said. "Oh?" Harry raised his eyebrow. "Yeah, quite a few of them asked me to marry them, didn't they Rupert?" Dan continued. "They sure did," Rupert laughed.

Mr Columbus came into the room with a blonde haired woman. "Jo, these three came to the studio to talk to you," he pointed at Harry, Hermione, and Ron. "Are you Ms Rowling?" Hermione asked. "Yes, and who might you three be?" the lady said. "Oh, I'm Hermione Granger, and these are my two best friends, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley," Hermione explained. Jo's eyes widened. "So the three real people are here?" she said. "Yup, they're really cool too," Dan said. Harry looked at Daniel and then back at Jo. "I'm Harry, nice to meet you," he put his hand out. "I can't believe I'm actually meeting you three," she said and shook Harry's hand. "Can we ask you one question, Ms Rowling?" Hermione asked. "Yes, Hermione," Jo smiled. "Well, Harry, Ron and I were wondering if you were a Muggle," Hermione continued. "To tell you three the truth, I am a witch, and I attended Hogwarts as well, then I read about Harry and I decided to write a book series about his adventures," Jo said. "Oh, interesting," Ron whispered. Hermione and Harry smiled. "Which house were you in at Hogwarts?" Harry asked. "I was in Gyffindor," Jo grinned. "Is Sir Nicholas headless yet?" she asked. "Nope, not yet, if it's possible," Hermione answered. Jo laughed. "It's so nice to talk to one of my own kind again. No offence to the Muggles, but, they are so plain compared to us," she continued. "Yeah, I know, even though I'm a Muggle, but the wizarding world is much more exciting!" Hermione almost yelled. Harry and Ron laughed.


The End

My Night With Hermione.... (COMPLETE!!)
You may not exactly think that Hermione Eleanor Granger is the romantic and 'wild' type,

however, if you didn't think that, you would be one hundred percent incorrect. It wasn't until a

few days ago that I learnt what she had been reading about. Her books fell and I agreed to help

her pick them up. One of the last few books that were on the floor that I grabbed was about,

well, sex.... which freaked me out a little bit. "What's this about??" I asked, very confused.

Hermione turned the color of a bright red strawberry and snatched the book out of my hand

while saying, "Er.... that's mine...." I looked at her. "But what for.... why do you have it??" I

asked, the puzzled look still upon my face. Instead of answering the question, she pressed her

soft lips to mine. "That's why.... all right?? It's not my fault I've liked you for as long as I can

remember!!" She said, beginning to walk away. "Hermione, wait!!" I called. She stopped at

my voice. "Meet me in my dorm tonight.... all right??" I said quietly. Hermione's eyes lit up

and she nodded. We then walked off to the Great Hall together for dinner. "Do you mind

telling me what that book was about??" I asked, curiousity dominating my tone of voice. "I

don't know why I have it.... I just do," said Hermione. "All right...." I said, unsure of the

answer. "Actually, I know why I have it.... I have it because.... I wanted to get your

attention...." I looked over at her, and noticed that she hadn't turned a shade of red or pink.

"Hermione, you've had my attention since day one...." I said, continuing to walk down the

corridor. "Seriously, Harry??" asked Hermione, raising the pitch of her voice. "Hermione....

how could I say no to you??" I said, sounding as swerious as Professor Snape. She leaned

over and kissed me on the cheek. Sure, I have pretty much loved her since Cho had that

meltdown two years ago, but I'm glad she told me.... We got down to the Great Hall, just in

time to see everyone start feasting. Ron had already been throught one plate of food when

Hermione and I finally reached the Gryffindor table. "Could you eat any faster??" I joked.

"Probably not," Hermione whispered in my ear once we sat down. I laughted at her comment.

"And you would most likely be correct," I said, a smile appearing on her face after I said that.

The rest of dinner was spent in silence, except for the chatter and clattering of the other

students amongst themselves. I left about forty minutes later, aolone, and headed up to my

dormitory. I was hoping that Hermione would show up, and I was beginning to become a

little 'excited'. About an hour or so later, I heard Hermione come in. I could instantly

recognize the nervousness in her eyes. "Are you all right??" I asked, my voice filled with

concern. She nodded. "Of course.... I'm just a little.... anxious...." she said. "Well, I figured

that...." I said. "Why.... er.... did you want me to come.... is it for.... you know??" She asked.

"Well, yes.... but only if you want to!!" I added quickly. "Harry.... are you serious?!

Hermione asked, her eyes widening. "Yes, I'm one hundred percent serious...." I said.

Hermione, without answering, kissed me unexpectedly kissed me. My tongue soon swerved in

between her soft lips, and I explored her mouth as she did mine. As I brought her closer to me,

she fumbled over the buttons of my shirt. In between our frenzied kisses, I managed to pull

off Hermione's jumper, as well as the white tee that was worn underneath. My uncomfortable

pair of pants were soon thrown upon the flood, as well as Hermione pleated skirt. I began

kissing and sucking on the in the middle of her chest. She moaned my name every few

moments, enjoying the pleasures that I was giving to her. I planted kisses up her collarbone,

up her slender neck, and finally reached her lips again. I tugged at her underwear and

eventually succeeded at removing them. Surprisingly, Hermione placed kisses all across my

chest, which caused me to get a chill up my spine. I brought her lips to mine again, and I

helped Hermione remove the last piece of clothing that was on either of us. She laid on my

bed, giving me a hint that she was ready. My fingers trailed around on her stomach, which

teased her gently. "Harry.... please...." she begged. I couldn't stand not being inside of her. I

plunged into extreme tightness, knowing that Hermione's virginity was soon taken by me. She

winced in pain, causing me to still for a moment or so for her to get used to me. As soon as

the pain was gone, I heard her say, "Harry.... keep moving.... I'm fine...." She gave out a slight

sigh, I thrust into her again; and soon repeated the actions again. I couldn't help but call her

name, and our love making soon came to a climax. She yelled my name, causing me to plunge

into her once more, and let my seed flow into her. I collapsed beside her, and kissed Hermione

once more. "I love you Hermione," I whispered gently. "I love you too, Harry...." I pulled the

quilt upon us and we drifted off to sleep....

Something There (Chapter Two)
Two

I awoke the next morning feeling refreshed and comfortable. Although I couldn't stop thinking about Harry, I still felt absolutely perfect.

I scurried downstairs to see Harry already dressed and making breakfast. "How did you know that I would already be up??" I asked, my arms across my chest, which accentuated my breasts.

"Let's just say I know these things...." said Harry. I smiled.

"Did you know that you can brighten anyone's day up, even if it is already cheery??" I asked, walking over to him. Just then, I got the sudden urge to kiss him, although I didn't.

"Nope, I never knew that until you told me."

"I'll tell you...." I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Tell me what??" Harry asked, facing me. I looked up behind those metal frames into his forest green eyes.

"I'll tell you who I am in love with," I continued.

"All right...." said Harry, a little confused, sitting down in a chair at the table.

I decided to sit down next to him, nervous, thinking how to tell him. I took a deep breath, and said his name: "Harry."

"What??"

"I love you...." I said, trying not to look him in the eye. However, I was drawn to them. Harry edged closer to me, and kissed me gently on my lips. I looked into his eyes again, and said, "Thank you."

"I love you too, Hermione," he whispered. We must've sat there for at least twenty minutes, just staring into each other's eyes, and I was thinking of how much I loved him. Before I got up again, I kissed him gently, and then I made myself breakfast. Harry got up and helped me. It was quiet, but we were still content.

All of a sudden, I decided to break the silence. "So, what are you doing today??" I asked.

"Just hanging out around here.... what about you??" asked Harry, his eyes meeting mine not for the first time this morning.

"Well, I was planning on hanging out with Ginny since I'm not doing anything else today," I said, a smile on my face.

"I hope you have a good time.... but don't have too much fun," he said.

"I'll try not to.... but why do you say not to??" I asked curiously.

"Because you won't have fun `till you get back here," said Harry. I felt another urge in my stomach.

"All right, I'll try not to enjoy myself too much," I said, leaving the room. Since it was already ten o'clock, I hurried into the shower, dressed, and Apparated to the Burrow. Ginny was there waiting for me.

"What took you so long, and are you ready to go??" she asked.

I nodded, the smile from this morning still on my face. "Yeah, I'm ready.... Sorry I'm late, I was talking to Harry and lost track of time," I said.

"Okay, well let's go," said Ginny. She grabbed her bag and we Apparated to Diagon Alley. We decided to go into one of the clothing shops, where Ginny immediately found pieces of clothing that she insisted on me trying them on. So I took them into a dressing room and put the clothes on. "What's up with you and the smile on your face this morning?? You haven't had a straight face at all," said Ginny.

"Just a little happy, that's all," I said, thinking of Harry.

"About what?? Or who??" asked Ginny.

"Harry...." I said loftily.

"What happened between you and Harry??" Ginny asked, her voice sounding excited.

"Erm.... nothing.... well.... something.... w-we kissed, this morning," I said, turning a deep red color.

"Oh my God!! I'm so happy for you!!" Ginny said.

"Hey, thanks, but Harry told me not to have so much fun today...." I said.

"Hermione, don't you know what that means?? He's going to give you the night of your dreams tonight!! Can't you tell?!" Ginny said.

"Ginny, you liar, he'll never do that, especially with me," I said placing my hands on my hips.

"Hermione, you know that I'm the mind reader of guys. I know what Harry's up to," said Ginny. I showed her the outfit I was wearing. "I think you should buy those pants, I really like them...." she said, referring to the pair of khaki pants I was wearing.

"They're fourteen Sickles!! That's not bad, I think I am actually going to buy them!!" I said. I went back into the dressing room, took the pants off, and put my own back on.

"Hermione, we gotta get something for you to wear for Harry.... something he would like.... an outfit, and the necessities for underneath it," said Ginny with a mysterious look on her face.

I felt myself go a bright red, the color of a ripe strawberry in the month of June. "Gin, I don't think we should.... I'm embarrassed already!!"

"Hermione, do you want Harry to love you unconditionally??" Ginny asked, seriousness dominating her voice.

"Yes, of course I do!! You know that!!" I said, feeling like a complete fool for answering such an obvious question.

"Then we gotta do this...." Ginny insisted. I silently agreed, paid for the pants, and Ginny and I headed off to the nearest Muggle shopping mall. Within three hours, I was carrying two large bags. We decided to stop and regain our energy by eating lunch at the Leaky Cauldron. Afterwards, we Apparated to Ginny's apartment, where she requested I got ready there. So she did my hair and makeup (although I didn't really like that.... I don't think it's needed!!). I got dressed in my new `outfit', as Ginny would call it, and then I was ready to go. "Oh my God, Hermione, you look awesome.... you're so much more.... enchanting.... Harry'll love it...." said Ginny, feeling successful with her `experiment'.

"I don't know why we're making such a fuss over a first date.... And I don't even know if it's a DATE!!" I said.

"Hermione.... Harry wants to see you.... Go get him!!"Ginny literally pushed me out of her door. I Apparated and then found myself in my own room. I quickly glanced at myself in the mirror, noticing I didn't look dramatically different, just my hair, which was a bit curlier than usual. I walked downstairs, and sat down in the chair nearest to the fireplace. A moment later, Harry walked downstairs.

"I'm back...." I said mysteriously.

"I know, I heard you get it.... I'm guessing that you had a fun time...." said Harry, glancing at the new clothes I had bought.

I got up and walked over to him. "And what've you been doing since I left??" I asked.

"I've been thinking.... about certain plans," said Harry. "Do you want to go out to dinner tonight??" Harry asked. I could tell he was a little nervous.

"Would you be considering it as a date??" I asked, a smile upon my face.

"You could call it that.... if you wanted to.... to tell you the truth, that's what I'm calling it in my mind," said Harry, placing an arm around my waist.

I turned and kissed him gently on the lips. "Yes, I'll go...." Harry brought his lips to mine again, his tongie licking my lover lip, which caused my mouth to open and meet his tongue with mine. It was a sudden moment of passion, which seemed to last forever. A moment or so later, we reluctantly pulled apart. "Did anyone ever tell you how amazing you are at that??" I asked, a dazed look on my face.

"You're are the first, and I'm glad you told me.... because now I can learn to impress you even more," said Harry.

"Harry, you know that girls are supposed to impress you.... it's not the other way around!!" I said, laughing in my head.

"Hermione, you have a lot yet to learn about me...." said Harry, kissing me again. His tongue swerved between my lips, and explored my entire mouth, as if he were trying to memorized the feeling and taste of it.

"It's not my fault that I am wrong.... it's just you're so unpredictable...." I said, trying my best to sound as enchanting as could be.

"Really?? I'm noting compared to you, Ms. Granger," said Harry, a smile appearing on his face.

"You're the best of them all, Mr. Potter," I said, now grinning. He kissed me once more, and I felt like staying there forever. Unfortunately, my wish didn't come true. Harry and I let go, and he wrapped his arms around me, enveloping me into a hug, which I loved. He and I stood there for a moment or so, inhaling each other's scent. Finally, I walked away, feeling as perfect as could be, for once, feeling complete. "Harry, what time were we planning on leaving??" I asked, curiousity controlling my tone of voice.

"Well, I was hoping soon, however, you can take your time...." said Harry.

"How soon??" I asked, looking at my watch, which read 6:24 p.m..

"Well, I made 'reservations' for a quarter after seven. However, I can probably change them," said Harry.

"That's plenty of time.... if you need me, I'll be in my bedroom, getting ready," I said. leaving the room. Thoughts of the evening danced through my head, making me dizzy at some times, making everything feel right. I put my new articles of clothing into my bureau, and searched through my closet, looking for the perfect thing to wear. Finally, I picked something. It was a dress that fell right below my knees, a three quarter length sleeved deep green dress. It clung to all of my curves, which showed off my figure a bit. I knew that green brought out my brown eyes, which I was hoping would attract a certain someone. Within a half an hour, I was ready to go. I walked downstairs, only to find a note from Harry on the kitchen table. I read:

Hermione,

I just wanted to tell you to meet me at the corner of South and Main Streets. I hope you're ready for a treat! See you then!!

I love you,

Harry.

I smiled after reading the note, feeling very lucky to have this man.... the man of my dreams.... the man I've wanted my entire life, and now I might get the chance. From now on, I know I don't have to dream....

TO BE CONTINUED.... .... .... ....

Something There (Chapter One)
One

You all know me.... I'm Harry Potter's best friend, along with Ron of course. I'm twenty-six years old. Harry and I have been friends since our first day at Hogwarts. It was pretty embarrassing, why we met, how we met. Neville lost his toad, and I agreed to help him find him. From day one, I have always thought that Harry Potter was charming.

I know, I know.... crazy right?? After all, I always seemed to be up in his face about everything. But know that I come to think about it.... I only did that because I liked him. I know.... stupid. But he's indescribable.... adventurous, brilliant, handsome, charming, brave. All the things that I would love to be, however, I'm not. I'm just a bookworm. I'm a girl with a crush.... an unbelievable crush, which is so unlikely to happen.

Currently, I'm living in my flat in London.... well actually I'm living with Harry.... but just as friends.... there's nothing between us.... at least not yet. Hopefully something will happen. I'm a physiatrist, and I work with children. It's not what I wanted to do when I was a child growing up, however, I'm happy where I am now. Harry, well, you know Harry.... he's still the same kind of person. He's currently working in the Defense section of the Ministry of Magic, everyone thought that he was the right person for the job, you know, him being the Boy-Who- Lived.... or rather the Most-Gorgeous-Guy-Who-Lived.... at least that's what I think. Ron is somewhere, I'm not really positive of the location, however, I know that he is happy. Right now he's dating.... oh shit.... what's her name?? Oh yeah! Susan Bones. We've all known her from school. Hufflepuff, that's the house she was sorted into. All I remember was that we had a blast. Harry, he's been with so many girls, I can't even count. The last bird was some twenty-nine year old lady called Jess. I hated her. She was always stuck up and prissy about everything. Harry got so sick and tired of it, he told her that she should stop screwing him and go and fuck herself. That was the funniest thing I can remember Harry saying to one of his ex-girlfriends. Hopefully, I won't be an ex. I just want to be his forever. As perfect as could be.

::Present Time::

I sat in the kitchen, reading the Daily Prophet, sipping a cup of hot coffee. It was six thirty in the morning, and I just heard Harry awaken. 'He'll be down any second,' I thought, a smile playing on my face. I know for a fact that he wakes up every day at six twenty-eight every morning, and gets to bed at eleven nineteen every night.... no exceptions! Sure enough, Harry walked down, not wearing his glasses, his hair even more messy than usual, wearing a thin navy tee shirt and red checkered boxers. I was used to seeing him like this, for that's what he always wears to bed, if at all anything. When he had some whore in his bed, he was usually dressed before six o'clock showing her to the door. But if I was in his bed, I would give him the sex that he had dreamed about. And we wouldn't wake until at least noon the next day, due to our late night pleasures. However, none of that will happen for me. It's not going to happen. Although I love him with all of my heart, I only dream.

"Good morning, Harry," I said, looking up to meet his eyes.

"How are you this morning??" He asked,, trying to hide a yawn.

"I'm all right. You seem really.... crushed.... for some reason," I said, knowing that I was right for not only the first time.

"Well, if you consider crushed as tired, girlfriendless, worn, torn, sore, then yes, you'd be correct," said Harry, sitting down in a chair next to me.

"Hey, I'm really sorry about that Jess girl," I said, not meaning it at all.

"Don't be.... she's a bitch, I hated her from the start. She's probably got Ron already," said Harry. I knew that he was joking about Ron, however, I wouldn't be surprised if Jess the Priss already had another boyfriend. "So what are you doing today??" I asked, uncertain of what we should talk about.

"Well, I don't really know what's going to happen today, I know that you're going into the 'office' or what ever you call it. Sorry Hermione but you know I'm not good with the big words like you are," said Harry.

"I know.... it's all right. I don't care. Yeah, I'm going in today. And I get to help a little boy who has been starting fights in school. And I also get to talk to a fourteen-year-old girl about what she is going through right now. Her mother died when she was eight. Her father can't give her the advice that mothers can," I said.

"Well, Miss I'm-So-Mother-Like, once a Potter family has been started, I'll be able to talk to my daughter and give her advise," said Harry. I loved it when he was serious, yet sounded funny and the same time.

"All right, Mr. I'm-Gonna-Act-Like-A-Second-Mother-To-My-Daughter, I believe you," I said, trying to think up of a good name for him.

"That's a good thing that you do. How are you going to raise up your children?" Harry asked.

"Well, if I had a boy, I would want him to be like his father, and if a girl was brought into the family.... I would want her to be like me, studious, boy-crazy...."

"Boy-crazy?? Hermione, that's not one of your traits. You're studious, I'll give you that," said Harry.

"Oh, I'm boy-crazy.... In fact, I am crazy about one certain boy right now," said I, a smile now upon my face.

"Oh, and who might this boy be??" asked Harry, his voice a little higher than usual.

"That.... I can't tell you. For you'll have to figure out yourself," I said playfully. I stood up from the table, and stretched my arms. "I guess I'll see you later then," I said, walking out of the room.

"All right. I'll see you when you get back!" Harry called. I put on my clogs, grabbed my car-keys, picked up my notebook (along with a pen), and threw my wool jacket over my shoulders. Within ten minutes, I was in the office building, setting up for the day. I just relaxed for an hour or so, watching the news on the television set in the waiting room, the beginning of my daily routine. After that, I walked downstairs to the local cafe for breakfast, where I normally had a large coffee and an egg, cheese, and bacon sandwich. Finally, at eight thirty, I walked back upstairs, just returning before my first 'patient' arrived. He was about nineteen years old, obsessed with girls, and a bit Goth. He always wore black to the meetings we have, a skull necklace around his neck. Jeremy (that's the boy's name) was pretty much a normal kid, other than that. He goes to school, has a lot of friends, enjoys going to the cinema, playing football (a.k.a. soccer). He's what I would consider a normal kid.

Next came Samantha, the fourteen-year-old I was talking to Harry about. She has been coming to me ever since her mother died six years ago, and comes once a month. She's a really nice girl, and she reminds me of myself when I was her age. She's not the happiest of people, however, she's not the most lonesome person either.

After Samantha, I had an hour break for lunch, where I normally just ate downstairs, with my friend (well, neighbor, actually) who I've known all of my life. Her name's Shannyn, and we just normally talk about stuff. She doesn't know about me being a witch though, so it's a little hard to keep it in. Today I ordered a regular garden salad and a Diet Coke, which is what I normally get. With another fifteen minutes left of my break I decided to call Harry, just to see what he had been up to all morning. Unfortunately, he didn't answer. 'Probably in the shower,' I thought. Even thinking about Harry in the shower makes me horny, and makes me want to be there with him, screaming his name in between thrusts of pleasure. God I am such a pervert! I can't stop thinking about him, ever. I always ask myself how I can get his attention, and the only result is changing everything about me, which won't help at all.

The next child I saw was Brett, a troubled eight year old, who continuously starts fistfights in school. He's been suspended a few times, and was on the brink of getting expelled. However, his mother comes to me and tells me the updates, and in the past few weeks, he has been more calm and less violet. This visit wasn't any different than the rest, he just told me about the kids who kept annoying him, and how he just walked away like I told him to.... see people are starting to thank me because I am, in a way, leading them towards a better life.

After Brett, cam Sara, a six year old who is having trouble with her older brother, who supposedly keeps picking on her, causing her to punch, kick, and hit him back. She's ADD, so she's on a medication. Sarah is naturally the most adorable little girl I've met in my entire life. She's been more confident than I'll ever be. And I'm really glad that I've met her.

Finally, I got to head home. It may not be a very long day, but I love it. When I got home, Harry was there, asleep on the couch. Apparently he had been reading a book, which was laying on the floor beside him. I decided not to wake him, instead, I went upstairs to soak in a long hot bath. I wanted Harry to be there with me so badly, I wanted to call his name over and over until I reached my peak. However, that would never happen.... he's Harry Potter, I'm a nobody, I can only dream. About forty-five minutes later, I emerged from the bathroom, a towel draped upon me, I walked across the hall to my room and quickly dressed. I scurried downstairs and found Harry still asleep. I decided to start dinner, since it was already six thirty. Nothing special was going to be made.... just pasta with meatballs and a salad. It was a quick dinner that could be made in less than twenty minutes. Harry awoke five minutes before it was done.

"How long have you been home for??" he asked as he walked into the kitchen.

"About an hour," I said, "Why??"

"Jeez, I was out for about two hours then...." said Harry. "Smells good in here."

"Thank you! It's just pasta," I said. I loved getting compliments, especially from Harry, I served Harry and myself, he complimented me again, and that is how dinner was spent. Nothing really happened.... which is a little boring. I just wished that Harry liked me a little bit.... okay, maybe a lot, but it's never going to happen. Just once I want to feel my lips upon his, our tongues deepening the kiss. Just once I want him to enter me and thrust again and again, causing me to call his name. I want to be the mother on his children, I want to go through the pain to bring his child into this world. I want him to love me, but it's never going to happen. I only dream.

"Hermione, are you all right??" Harry asked after seeing the dazed expression on my face.

"Wha- oh yeah, I'm all right.... just thinking a little bit," I answered, abruptly taken from my spacing-out moment.

"About what??" asked Harry, his voice apparently filled with curiosity.

"The boy."

"That's right.... you didn't tell me who the lucky guy is!! I really am very anxious to find out the mystery," said Harry.

"I'm never going to tell you.... well.... I might.... if you guess...." I said, a smile playing on the corners of my lips.

"Neville.... Ron.... Dean.... Seamus...."

I shook my head in response to all of the guesses. "No.... no.... no.... no...." I said. 'He's never going to guess,' I thought. "I'll tell you later.... I promise."

"Herm.... do you wanna see a movie??" Harry asked.

"Sure.... tonight??" I asked.

"Yeah, if that's all right and isn't a problem...."

"Okay.... it'll be fun," I said enthusiastically. "Wait.... did you say that the guy I like is lucky??" I asked.

I could tell that Harry thought back thirty seconds, and then he finally answered, "Yeah.... I did say that."

"Why??"

"Because he's really lucky," said Harry, repeating his statement over again.

"Why is he lucky though.... I want to know," I said, a smile on my face.... my heart pounding in my chest.

"You're smart, beautiful, talented.... that's why...."

"I am none of the above, Mr. Potter," I said in a matter-of-factly tone of voice.

"You're all of the above and more!! You're perfect!" said Harry.

"What?!" He liked me.... I knew it.

"I said that you are perfect...." said Harry again.

"That's all shit, Harry, it's one-hundred percent shit," I said, my hands on my hips.

"All right.... you don't have to believe me, but that guy will cherish you forever," said Harry, placing his dinner dish into the soapy sink.

'If only you knew,' I thought, starting to melt.

"Do you want to see the movie here, or go out??" asked Harry.

"Erm.... do you mind if we stay here?? I don't feel like going out tonight...." I answered, my eyes meeting his.

"I know what you mean.... sure, we can stay here!" said Harry, his voice filled with enthusiasm.

'This is why I'm so addicted to you,' I thought to myself. I could smell his luring scent from ten feet away, which made me want to tears the clothes from his perfect body, explore him with my fingertips, seduce him, make him make love to me, make him fulfill the pleasures I have longed for my entire life. I want him to love me.... but I only dream. "What movie shall we see??" I asked.

"Well, there's 'A Knight's Tale', 'Titanic', you know what there is...."

"You said 'Titanic' because you are in love with Kate Winslet's body!!" I said.

"That's not true...." said Harry, color rising on his cheeks.

"You know it is.... Personally, I want to see 'A Knight's Tale'. You know how I react to Heath Ledger (sp??)," I said.

"Deal," said Harry. He knew I loved the lovey-dovey romantic films, yet the only problem was, I can't help but imagine me and Harry in those places. I would love is so much, but it's never going to happen.... I only dream.

Finally, during one of the last 'Tournaments' in the movie, Jocelyn (sp??) enters Sir Will's (I'll just call him that!!) tent-like shelter, and they, naturally, get it on.... which really made me uncomfortable. Here's Harry, sitting to my left, about two inches away from me, and he's the guy that I'm in love with. I glance over at him, just in time to see him looking at me. I close my eyes and then listen to the moans of pleasure on the television set. I can't stand this, this is lust, and lust is what is bothering me about Harry Potter. Finally, the next scene came along, and I am glad it did, or else I might not have been able to stand it any longer.

And when the last scene came.... that was pure hell. I couldn't stand it.... here they are, making out in front of an entire 'stadium' of people!! So I just close my eyes again, and open them to the end credits.

"How was it.... seeing the movie for about the.... what would you say.... tenth time??" asked Harry.

"It was all right.... just a little 'disturbing', that's all...."

"Oh, you're boyfriend making out with that hot chick," said Harry.

"He's not the guy I like, Harry.... I like-" I cut myself off.

"Yes.... ....??" asked Harry.

"Nope, I'm not telling you.... not now.... I'm going to head up to bed, I know it's early but I'm tired. Good night," I said, bending over and kissing Harry on the cheek. I then exited the room and upstairs. I changed into my pajamas and then thought for a moment. I want to be Harry Potter's girl, I want him to be mine, I never want anything wrong to happen to our relationship, I want to make love to him.... but I only dream....

To Be Continued.... .... .... ....