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FLIST, I BEQUEATH UNTO YOU THE FIRST FIC I EVER WROTE, somewhere around eleven or twelve years ago. Which is long enough that now I'm able to laugh dementedly at it whilst simultaneously feeling a bit proud of 10/11 year old me's vocabulary. So without further ado,
IT IS HARRY/HERMIONE, IT IS ALMOST 2000 WORDS LONG, IT HAS INCONSISTENT SPELLING OF GRYFFINDOR AND AN AWFUL LOT OF EXCLAMATION MARKS, AND IT HAS NEVER BEEN POSTED ON THE INTERNET BEFORE.
(Also, Harry dies at the end? Not sure if should warn for character death in hilariously old fic...)
Also also, it is called...
Always
Hermione lay on her bed, deep in a sleep, a slight smile playing on her lips. She dreamed the cheerful kind of dreams you dream when you are, well, ... cheerful.
But then, halfway through on of such dreams a small voice interrupted. By all means, it did not spoil the dream, for this was the voice of the one Hermione truly loved.
“Hermione? Hermione! Wake up, you lazy lump!”
Hermione yawned and opened her tired eyes. Harry and Ron were sitting on the edge of her bed.
“Good!” said Ron. “You’re awake.”
“About time to,” yawned Harry.
“Harry! Ron! What are you doing in here?!” Hermione near shrieked. Harry raised an eyebrow.
“Jeez, Hermione! I thought you were meant to have a good memory!”
“What?!”
“It’s Christmas, Hermione!” Harry laughed, flicking his hair out of his eyes.
Oh! He looks so cute when he does that, though Hermione, and his eyes are so... At that moment her thoughts were interrupted by Ron throwing a present at her.
“Hey! Oh, thanks Ron!” Hermione placed it on her bedside table, and fumbled under her bed. “I’ve got yours here somewhere, I...” she pulled a present out. “I didn’t have a chance to wrap yours, Harry.” She grinned sheepishly at him, as she handed Ron his present.
“That’s okay,” shrugged Harry. “I don’t mind.” He pulled a little box out of his pocket, and handed it to her. “Here, Merry Christmas!”
“Oh, thanks!” she smiled breathlessly, Harry grinned, and rolled his eyes at Ron. “What?”
“Hermione,” Harry touched her hand gently, making her heart pound. “You’re meant to open it.”
“Right, yes, I know.” She fumbled desperatley, trying to say cool, calm and collected, whilst practically melting from love for Harry. Ron sniggered slightly, as Harry took the box, and gently pulled it open.
“Thanks!” said Hermione, taking it. “Oh, Harry!” she sat for a second too stunned to say anything, just gazing in awe at the silver necklace with its tiny diamond flower.
“Well?” Harry stared intently into her eyes, as if searching for something, “Do you like it?”
Hermione gazed into his emerald eye, taking a moment to register what he was saying.
“I... erm... ah!” with great force, she stopped herself from saying ‘I love it, but not as much as I love you!’ “It’s lovely Harry, it really is!”
Harry grinned and expertly flicked his hair out of eyes. Hermione felt herself melting, and quickly turned her attention to Ron’s present.
It was a huge scarlet book, emblazoned with the heading ‘The Big Book of Spells for Witches Who Think They know Everything!’ in gold.
Hermione burst into laughter.
***
“Hey.”
Hermione blinked, and sat up. She’d been staring into the fire for the past 20 minutes, waiting for Harry and Ron to get back from quidditch practice.
“Oh, hi, Harry!”
He sat down on the sofa, next to her, and for a while the two of them just sat in silence, watching the fire leap and dance. Hermione was the first to break the silence.
“Where’s Ron?”
“We bumped into Filch and ran for it. Kinda got split up.”
“Where did he go?”
Harry just looked at her, grinning mysteriously, and flicked his hair out of his eyes. Even whilst she was worrying about Ron, Hermione couldn’t help thinking, ‘Me and Harry, all alone in Gryfindor Tower! Anything could happen!’
“Hey, Hermione! You haven’t got your necklace on.”
Hermione jumped, and quickly put her hand up to her throat. He was right.
“Oh! I was meaning to put it on! I must’ve forgot.”
She carefully fished it out of her pocket, and let it dangle out of her hand for a second, enjoying the cold metal running around her fingers.
“Here,” Harry carefully plucked it from her fingers, “I’ll put it on for you.”
He gently brushed her hair away from the back of her neck. Hermione’s heart was beating like a drum, she could feel herself starting to melt. Harry slid the necklace around her nick, and did up the fastening. Hermione smiled, and turned to face him.
‘Me and Harry, all alone in Gryfindor Tower...’ The flickering of fire strangely illuminated the room, casting shadows everywhere. Harry’s face was glowing, the light shifting all over his face. He was staring into Hermione’s eyes. Searching deep, looking into her very mind, with those glittering emerald eyes. Hermione was melting.
‘... Anything could happen!”
Hermione was gazing lovingly back. Noticing nothing but those glittering emerald eyes, so close. Without seeming to realise it, they were both leaning forwards. Their lips nearly touching. Hermione had melted. They were so close. They were about to kiss...
BANG!!
Hermione and Harry flew apart, as the portrait hole swung open. Ron, soaked through but grinning, was climbing in.
“Ron...” whispered Hermione, and she ran up to her room, leaving Ron totally baffled.
***
Hermione flung herself onto her bed, eyes tight shut to stop the tears leaking out.
‘Stupid Ron! Stupid moron!’ she though, burying her head in her pillow. ‘I was about to... I was nearly kissing Harry! Then that IDIOT had to come along!’
She clenched her fists, he breathing harsh. ‘Why? Why did he have to do that?’
“Hermione?” she stiffened, that was Harry’s voice. “Hermione?”
Hermione stayed on her bed, eyes tight shut. There was silence, then she heard a small sigh and the door closed.
***
Hermione avoided Harry, the next day. This was an easy thing to do, in a castle as big as Hogwarts, especially as Harry seemed to be avoiding her, too.
It was hard to have a proper conversation with anyone, as Harry always seemed to suddenly appear. So, as the end of the holidays drew near, Hermione spent most of the time hidden in the library. Of course, this meant Harry couldn’t go down there to do his homework, but he spent most of his time on the quidditch pitch. There was a match on the first day of the new term.
It was on one of those days, the last of the holidays, when Hermione was sitting in the library, that Ron came.
“Hermione?”
She blinked, and looked up.
“Hi, Ron. Here, sit down.” she started shifting books off the chair next to her.
“Thanks.” Ron sat. For a while there was silence. Then...
“Hermione?”
“What?”
“Why are you avoiding me?”
For a moment, Hermione was speechless. It’d never once occured to her that she was avoiding Ron. Harry, yes. But Ron? No.
“I’m not avoiding you, Ron! I’m... Well, I’m avoiding... Harry!”
“Why?”
“Because... because... Oh! Because it’s none of your business!”
“But...”
“Just leave me alone!”
Hermione jumped up, and stalked off, leaving Ron, not the first time that week, totally baffled.
****
That night, Hermione went to bed feeling very bad. She hadn’t meant to shout at Ron. ‘Tomorrow,’ she thought, ‘after the quidditch match I’ll talk to Harry.’ and with that she went to sleep.
***
Hermione peered anxiousley up at the tiny figure on a broomstick that was Harry. It was awful conditions to play quidditch in. The rain was pelting down, the wind was a howling gale, and storm clouds were gathering.
“How long d’you think it’ll be before he spots the snitch?” she whispered to Ron, blowing on her fingers.
The arguement the night before forgotten, Ron started trying to work it out, then gave up.
“I dunno. Quite a while, if this weather keeps up. But Gryffindors winning. 70-10 to us!”
Hermione smiled, and peered back up at Harry. She was still determind to talk to him, no matter what, but wished he’d hurry up. Her fingers were turning blue.
***
“Hermione! HERMIONE!!” Ron yelled.
“Wh... What?” Hermione blinked. She must’ve fallen asleep. Everyone was cheering, yelling, jumping up and down.
“Look! Look!” Ron yelled, pointing up, Hermione quickly sat up. Against the nearly pitch black sky, 2 figures were speeding after a minute glimpse of gold.
“GO ON, HARRY!!” Hermione shrieked, jumping up and joining in the general excitement.
Far up above, Harry looked down and saw her, jumping up and down, waving her arms around.
“GO ON, HARRY!!” he heard her shriek. Grinning, he pushed his firebolt a little harder, and shot past the Hufflepuff seeker.
“GO ON, HARRY!!” Hermione shrieked. The noise was deafening as Harry reached out, he was nearly touching it.
“YES!!” Ron roared, as Harry’s fingers wrapped around the tiny golden snitch. Everyone was cheering, oblivious of the mountinous black clouds.
Only for a second did the atmosphere last. Only for a second did everyone cheer and punch the air. Only for a second, then the lightening struck.
It ripped across the sky, blinding everyone in the crowd. Noone knew exactly what happened next. When the Ministry of Magic questioned the school, the next day, some were certain they heard high pitched laughter, others swore they saw a tall robed figure with eyes glowing red. But, one thing was certain, it hit Harry.
The glorious feelings of triumph, of winning, everyone had was instantly replaced by shock, horror, as every single spectator watched the limp form that was Harry Potter fall from the sky.
The shocked silence that followed was broken by a scream from a Gryffindor supporter.
“HAAARRYYY!!” shrieked Hermione, pushing her way through the crowded stands. She was unaware of the people yelling at her, trying to stop her. She didn’t hear Ron’s anguished yell. The only thought on her mind was Harry. Her Harry.
Hermione ran out on to the quidditch pitch, squelching through the mud. She pushed through the small crowd of quidditch players, to where Harry lay.
“Oh, Harry!” she sobbed, throwing herself onto her knees beside him. Ignoring the mud seeping through her robes, she desperatley tryed to pull his limp body up. “Harry! Harry, don’t go! Don’t leave me!”
“I’m not going anywhere.” Harry’s eyes flickered open.
“Oh, Harry!” Ignoring the crowd that’d gathered, she tried to pull Harry up again, then a sob shoock through her body, and she had to put him down.
“Hey, don’t cry.” Hermione winced at how weak the hand was that wiped away the tears, so cold already. She clutched at it, willing her life to sleep through into him.
“I’m an idiot, aren’t I? I fell off my broom.” whispered Harry, struggling to sit up.
“No!” sobbed Hermione, passionatley. “You’re not an idiot! You’re amazing, you’re wonderful. You’re Harry!!”
“I’m not as amazing as you.”
“Oh, Harry!” Hermione feriousley brushed the tears away. She clung onto his hand as if it was the only thing keeping her alive. “I’m so sorry I’ve been avoiding you, Harry!”
“I know.” His hand was so cold, so cold.
“I love you, Harry Potter!!” Hermione didn’t care that everyone was watching, didn’t care that Ron had fought his way to the front of the crowd. She kissed him, kissed him with all the love in her heart.
“I love you.” Harry whispered. Her Harry. Hermione Granger’s Harry Potter.
And it was then that Hermione knew that was the last thing he would ever say. The tears poured out of her eyes, mingling with his, as she hugged him tight.
Then Ron was helping her up, the ministry officials taking her Harry away. Everyone was crying, she knew, but not once did she look. She watched until they’d gone. Until Harry’d gone. Then she let Ron, the last of her two best friends, lead her up to the castle.
But on the steps, she stopped, and turned around. A crowd was still milling around, but the clouds were fading, a ray of light had broken through illuminating the whole scene, sparkling through her tears.
“I’ll always love you, Harry Potter.” she whispered. “Always.”
Nothing I write will ever top this. Except, maybe... the sequel?!
IT IS HARRY/HERMIONE, IT IS ALMOST 2000 WORDS LONG, IT HAS INCONSISTENT SPELLING OF GRYFFINDOR AND AN AWFUL LOT OF EXCLAMATION MARKS, AND IT HAS NEVER BEEN POSTED ON THE INTERNET BEFORE.
(Also, Harry dies at the end? Not sure if should warn for character death in hilariously old fic...)
Also also, it is called...
Always
Hermione lay on her bed, deep in a sleep, a slight smile playing on her lips. She dreamed the cheerful kind of dreams you dream when you are, well, ... cheerful.
But then, halfway through on of such dreams a small voice interrupted. By all means, it did not spoil the dream, for this was the voice of the one Hermione truly loved.
“Hermione? Hermione! Wake up, you lazy lump!”
Hermione yawned and opened her tired eyes. Harry and Ron were sitting on the edge of her bed.
“Good!” said Ron. “You’re awake.”
“About time to,” yawned Harry.
“Harry! Ron! What are you doing in here?!” Hermione near shrieked. Harry raised an eyebrow.
“Jeez, Hermione! I thought you were meant to have a good memory!”
“What?!”
“It’s Christmas, Hermione!” Harry laughed, flicking his hair out of his eyes.
Oh! He looks so cute when he does that, though Hermione, and his eyes are so... At that moment her thoughts were interrupted by Ron throwing a present at her.
“Hey! Oh, thanks Ron!” Hermione placed it on her bedside table, and fumbled under her bed. “I’ve got yours here somewhere, I...” she pulled a present out. “I didn’t have a chance to wrap yours, Harry.” She grinned sheepishly at him, as she handed Ron his present.
“That’s okay,” shrugged Harry. “I don’t mind.” He pulled a little box out of his pocket, and handed it to her. “Here, Merry Christmas!”
“Oh, thanks!” she smiled breathlessly, Harry grinned, and rolled his eyes at Ron. “What?”
“Hermione,” Harry touched her hand gently, making her heart pound. “You’re meant to open it.”
“Right, yes, I know.” She fumbled desperatley, trying to say cool, calm and collected, whilst practically melting from love for Harry. Ron sniggered slightly, as Harry took the box, and gently pulled it open.
“Thanks!” said Hermione, taking it. “Oh, Harry!” she sat for a second too stunned to say anything, just gazing in awe at the silver necklace with its tiny diamond flower.
“Well?” Harry stared intently into her eyes, as if searching for something, “Do you like it?”
Hermione gazed into his emerald eye, taking a moment to register what he was saying.
“I... erm... ah!” with great force, she stopped herself from saying ‘I love it, but not as much as I love you!’ “It’s lovely Harry, it really is!”
Harry grinned and expertly flicked his hair out of eyes. Hermione felt herself melting, and quickly turned her attention to Ron’s present.
It was a huge scarlet book, emblazoned with the heading ‘The Big Book of Spells for Witches Who Think They know Everything!’ in gold.
Hermione burst into laughter.
***
“Hey.”
Hermione blinked, and sat up. She’d been staring into the fire for the past 20 minutes, waiting for Harry and Ron to get back from quidditch practice.
“Oh, hi, Harry!”
He sat down on the sofa, next to her, and for a while the two of them just sat in silence, watching the fire leap and dance. Hermione was the first to break the silence.
“Where’s Ron?”
“We bumped into Filch and ran for it. Kinda got split up.”
“Where did he go?”
Harry just looked at her, grinning mysteriously, and flicked his hair out of his eyes. Even whilst she was worrying about Ron, Hermione couldn’t help thinking, ‘Me and Harry, all alone in Gryfindor Tower! Anything could happen!’
“Hey, Hermione! You haven’t got your necklace on.”
Hermione jumped, and quickly put her hand up to her throat. He was right.
“Oh! I was meaning to put it on! I must’ve forgot.”
She carefully fished it out of her pocket, and let it dangle out of her hand for a second, enjoying the cold metal running around her fingers.
“Here,” Harry carefully plucked it from her fingers, “I’ll put it on for you.”
He gently brushed her hair away from the back of her neck. Hermione’s heart was beating like a drum, she could feel herself starting to melt. Harry slid the necklace around her nick, and did up the fastening. Hermione smiled, and turned to face him.
‘Me and Harry, all alone in Gryfindor Tower...’ The flickering of fire strangely illuminated the room, casting shadows everywhere. Harry’s face was glowing, the light shifting all over his face. He was staring into Hermione’s eyes. Searching deep, looking into her very mind, with those glittering emerald eyes. Hermione was melting.
‘... Anything could happen!”
Hermione was gazing lovingly back. Noticing nothing but those glittering emerald eyes, so close. Without seeming to realise it, they were both leaning forwards. Their lips nearly touching. Hermione had melted. They were so close. They were about to kiss...
BANG!!
Hermione and Harry flew apart, as the portrait hole swung open. Ron, soaked through but grinning, was climbing in.
“Ron...” whispered Hermione, and she ran up to her room, leaving Ron totally baffled.
***
Hermione flung herself onto her bed, eyes tight shut to stop the tears leaking out.
‘Stupid Ron! Stupid moron!’ she though, burying her head in her pillow. ‘I was about to... I was nearly kissing Harry! Then that IDIOT had to come along!’
She clenched her fists, he breathing harsh. ‘Why? Why did he have to do that?’
“Hermione?” she stiffened, that was Harry’s voice. “Hermione?”
Hermione stayed on her bed, eyes tight shut. There was silence, then she heard a small sigh and the door closed.
***
Hermione avoided Harry, the next day. This was an easy thing to do, in a castle as big as Hogwarts, especially as Harry seemed to be avoiding her, too.
It was hard to have a proper conversation with anyone, as Harry always seemed to suddenly appear. So, as the end of the holidays drew near, Hermione spent most of the time hidden in the library. Of course, this meant Harry couldn’t go down there to do his homework, but he spent most of his time on the quidditch pitch. There was a match on the first day of the new term.
It was on one of those days, the last of the holidays, when Hermione was sitting in the library, that Ron came.
“Hermione?”
She blinked, and looked up.
“Hi, Ron. Here, sit down.” she started shifting books off the chair next to her.
“Thanks.” Ron sat. For a while there was silence. Then...
“Hermione?”
“What?”
“Why are you avoiding me?”
For a moment, Hermione was speechless. It’d never once occured to her that she was avoiding Ron. Harry, yes. But Ron? No.
“I’m not avoiding you, Ron! I’m... Well, I’m avoiding... Harry!”
“Why?”
“Because... because... Oh! Because it’s none of your business!”
“But...”
“Just leave me alone!”
Hermione jumped up, and stalked off, leaving Ron, not the first time that week, totally baffled.
****
That night, Hermione went to bed feeling very bad. She hadn’t meant to shout at Ron. ‘Tomorrow,’ she thought, ‘after the quidditch match I’ll talk to Harry.’ and with that she went to sleep.
***
Hermione peered anxiousley up at the tiny figure on a broomstick that was Harry. It was awful conditions to play quidditch in. The rain was pelting down, the wind was a howling gale, and storm clouds were gathering.
“How long d’you think it’ll be before he spots the snitch?” she whispered to Ron, blowing on her fingers.
The arguement the night before forgotten, Ron started trying to work it out, then gave up.
“I dunno. Quite a while, if this weather keeps up. But Gryffindors winning. 70-10 to us!”
Hermione smiled, and peered back up at Harry. She was still determind to talk to him, no matter what, but wished he’d hurry up. Her fingers were turning blue.
***
“Hermione! HERMIONE!!” Ron yelled.
“Wh... What?” Hermione blinked. She must’ve fallen asleep. Everyone was cheering, yelling, jumping up and down.
“Look! Look!” Ron yelled, pointing up, Hermione quickly sat up. Against the nearly pitch black sky, 2 figures were speeding after a minute glimpse of gold.
“GO ON, HARRY!!” Hermione shrieked, jumping up and joining in the general excitement.
Far up above, Harry looked down and saw her, jumping up and down, waving her arms around.
“GO ON, HARRY!!” he heard her shriek. Grinning, he pushed his firebolt a little harder, and shot past the Hufflepuff seeker.
“GO ON, HARRY!!” Hermione shrieked. The noise was deafening as Harry reached out, he was nearly touching it.
“YES!!” Ron roared, as Harry’s fingers wrapped around the tiny golden snitch. Everyone was cheering, oblivious of the mountinous black clouds.
Only for a second did the atmosphere last. Only for a second did everyone cheer and punch the air. Only for a second, then the lightening struck.
It ripped across the sky, blinding everyone in the crowd. Noone knew exactly what happened next. When the Ministry of Magic questioned the school, the next day, some were certain they heard high pitched laughter, others swore they saw a tall robed figure with eyes glowing red. But, one thing was certain, it hit Harry.
The glorious feelings of triumph, of winning, everyone had was instantly replaced by shock, horror, as every single spectator watched the limp form that was Harry Potter fall from the sky.
The shocked silence that followed was broken by a scream from a Gryffindor supporter.
“HAAARRYYY!!” shrieked Hermione, pushing her way through the crowded stands. She was unaware of the people yelling at her, trying to stop her. She didn’t hear Ron’s anguished yell. The only thought on her mind was Harry. Her Harry.
Hermione ran out on to the quidditch pitch, squelching through the mud. She pushed through the small crowd of quidditch players, to where Harry lay.
“Oh, Harry!” she sobbed, throwing herself onto her knees beside him. Ignoring the mud seeping through her robes, she desperatley tryed to pull his limp body up. “Harry! Harry, don’t go! Don’t leave me!”
“I’m not going anywhere.” Harry’s eyes flickered open.
“Oh, Harry!” Ignoring the crowd that’d gathered, she tried to pull Harry up again, then a sob shoock through her body, and she had to put him down.
“Hey, don’t cry.” Hermione winced at how weak the hand was that wiped away the tears, so cold already. She clutched at it, willing her life to sleep through into him.
“I’m an idiot, aren’t I? I fell off my broom.” whispered Harry, struggling to sit up.
“No!” sobbed Hermione, passionatley. “You’re not an idiot! You’re amazing, you’re wonderful. You’re Harry!!”
“I’m not as amazing as you.”
“Oh, Harry!” Hermione feriousley brushed the tears away. She clung onto his hand as if it was the only thing keeping her alive. “I’m so sorry I’ve been avoiding you, Harry!”
“I know.” His hand was so cold, so cold.
“I love you, Harry Potter!!” Hermione didn’t care that everyone was watching, didn’t care that Ron had fought his way to the front of the crowd. She kissed him, kissed him with all the love in her heart.
“I love you.” Harry whispered. Her Harry. Hermione Granger’s Harry Potter.
And it was then that Hermione knew that was the last thing he would ever say. The tears poured out of her eyes, mingling with his, as she hugged him tight.
Then Ron was helping her up, the ministry officials taking her Harry away. Everyone was crying, she knew, but not once did she look. She watched until they’d gone. Until Harry’d gone. Then she let Ron, the last of her two best friends, lead her up to the castle.
But on the steps, she stopped, and turned around. A crowd was still milling around, but the clouds were fading, a ray of light had broken through illuminating the whole scene, sparkling through her tears.
“I’ll always love you, Harry Potter.” she whispered. “Always.”
Nothing I write will ever top this. Except, maybe... the sequel?!