friends
i've got claim to harry/hermione over at fanfic100 and i've posted my first ficlet for the friends prompt and i thought i'd post it here. also posted at harmony_fiction and delusionalfans....
Characters: Harry/Hermione (of course)
Prompt: #21 Friends
Rating: G
Summary: every relationship has to start somewhere, has to start with a handshake or a look or a friendship....
Harry Potter. Everyone in the magical world knew his name, even tiny children. But being muggleborn changed things slightly, at least for Hermione. Not having grown up surrounded by magic since she was born, everything about magic and the world of it came as a shock.The history, the people, the spells, the wizards and witches themselves, the artifacts, the books.
Books. That’s where she first learned about Harry Potter. They proclaimed him their savior, The Boy Who Lived, The Boy Who Defeated You Know Who, The Harry Potter. Hermione couldn’t help but feel that there was more behind the infamous boy than everyone claimed, that there was a story there, a real story,not some fantasy or dream. His life was a mystery, having been whisked off after the night Voldemort murdered his parents and tried to get rid of him, disappearing from the magical world. There was even question if he had really survived the Killing Curse.
So naturally, when Hermione ran in to him on the Hogwarts Express in search of a lost toad, she had been surprised. He seemed so normal, so unassuming. No, he had seemed so awed and amazed at this new world around him that Hermione had felt an instant, innate connection with him.
So she had watched him. When she was sorted into Gryffindor, she couldn’t help but hope that he would be as well. And he had, but it hadn’t really been a surprise if she let herself think about it. Of course there was bravery and courage there, in great amounts, if he had survived something no one else in history had, no matter that it had been purely on accident as everyone claimed.
She watched him in the Gryffindor common room, the Great Hall, in their classes. He was the poster child of a lost soul,but he continued to push forward. That moment when he had turned down Malfoy’s offer at friendship, had sided with her without having barely spoken to her for more than five minutes, stayed with her constantly.
It hurt a little when he didn’t go out of his way to talk with her,when he spent so much of his time with Ron. But she hadn’t been surprised. He was a boy after all. And she was a girl. But he never said anything bad about her, even though he didn’t stick up for her when Ron mocked her and teased her. That had hurt, had added to what sent her running out of the Great Hall and into the girl’s bathroomon Halloween.
But he came for her, worried about her safety because of the troll. He saved her from that troll. He hadn’t thought twice, if he even thought once about it. He jumped the troll as if he had done it dozens of times before, as if he had had a plan all along,which she had known wasn’t the case. He stuck his wand up itsnose to stop him. He saved her, without really knowing her. That momen the had become her friend, her first friend. Her only friend, even if it was only in her mind. But he seemed to have come to the same decision, as had Ron, and she had become accepted for the first time in her life.
Harry did that. He brought her into real life at Hogwarts, into life in general. She would never forget that. She didn’t know how she would be able to properly thank him for showing her how life worked, the most important thing in the world.
She should have known then that there was something more in her heart for the boy who had never failed her, had never left her side, never lost faith in her abilities,had always trusted her.
No, she would never be able to truly thank him for opening her eyes, for invisibly holding out his handto her without question if she was worth it, if she could fulfill its promise that their joining of hands would demand.
Characters: Harry/Hermione (of course)
Prompt: #21 Friends
Rating: G
Summary: every relationship has to start somewhere, has to start with a handshake or a look or a friendship....
Harry Potter. Everyone in the magical world knew his name, even tiny children. But being muggleborn changed things slightly, at least for Hermione. Not having grown up surrounded by magic since she was born, everything about magic and the world of it came as a shock.The history, the people, the spells, the wizards and witches themselves, the artifacts, the books.
Books. That’s where she first learned about Harry Potter. They proclaimed him their savior, The Boy Who Lived, The Boy Who Defeated You Know Who, The Harry Potter. Hermione couldn’t help but feel that there was more behind the infamous boy than everyone claimed, that there was a story there, a real story,not some fantasy or dream. His life was a mystery, having been whisked off after the night Voldemort murdered his parents and tried to get rid of him, disappearing from the magical world. There was even question if he had really survived the Killing Curse.
So naturally, when Hermione ran in to him on the Hogwarts Express in search of a lost toad, she had been surprised. He seemed so normal, so unassuming. No, he had seemed so awed and amazed at this new world around him that Hermione had felt an instant, innate connection with him.
So she had watched him. When she was sorted into Gryffindor, she couldn’t help but hope that he would be as well. And he had, but it hadn’t really been a surprise if she let herself think about it. Of course there was bravery and courage there, in great amounts, if he had survived something no one else in history had, no matter that it had been purely on accident as everyone claimed.
She watched him in the Gryffindor common room, the Great Hall, in their classes. He was the poster child of a lost soul,but he continued to push forward. That moment when he had turned down Malfoy’s offer at friendship, had sided with her without having barely spoken to her for more than five minutes, stayed with her constantly.
It hurt a little when he didn’t go out of his way to talk with her,when he spent so much of his time with Ron. But she hadn’t been surprised. He was a boy after all. And she was a girl. But he never said anything bad about her, even though he didn’t stick up for her when Ron mocked her and teased her. That had hurt, had added to what sent her running out of the Great Hall and into the girl’s bathroomon Halloween.
But he came for her, worried about her safety because of the troll. He saved her from that troll. He hadn’t thought twice, if he even thought once about it. He jumped the troll as if he had done it dozens of times before, as if he had had a plan all along,which she had known wasn’t the case. He stuck his wand up itsnose to stop him. He saved her, without really knowing her. That momen the had become her friend, her first friend. Her only friend, even if it was only in her mind. But he seemed to have come to the same decision, as had Ron, and she had become accepted for the first time in her life.
Harry did that. He brought her into real life at Hogwarts, into life in general. She would never forget that. She didn’t know how she would be able to properly thank him for showing her how life worked, the most important thing in the world.
She should have known then that there was something more in her heart for the boy who had never failed her, had never left her side, never lost faith in her abilities,had always trusted her.
No, she would never be able to truly thank him for opening her eyes, for invisibly holding out his handto her without question if she was worth it, if she could fulfill its promise that their joining of hands would demand.