Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Author notes: Please R/R. I really have a thing for a real Harry/Hermione SHIP to happen in the real books. (Come on Harry! I know you love Hermione somewhere in that heart of yours!!!) I would like to hear all of your opinions!!!
Another thing for your minds to ponder…
"Hermione" was a character in Greek mythology who was loved by two men. She was the daughter of Helen of Troy and Menelaus. These men (Orestes 2 and Neoptolemus, the son of Achilles) fought terribly for the love of the beautiful Hermione (Harry and Ron?). Orestes 2 was killed by a snake. Could this mean that either Ron or Harry will die at the hands of Lord Voldemort (whose symbol is a snake?). Hmmm…
CHAPTER 1 - The Terrible Feeling
Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger sat alone in the Gryffindor common room together, studying for the upcoming midterm exams that would take place before the Christmas holidays. Harry sat alone on a single-person sofa while Ron and Hermione sat together across from him in the two-person sofa. It was their 7th and final year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry before they would graduate and be on their own.
Through their 7 years at Hogwarts, each of them had grown and matured into unique, seventeen year-old teenagers. Harry, now a fine young man, grew a bit taller and was no longer skinny. His body sprouted average muscles and he began to look more and more like his father, according to McGonagall. He shared his appearance with his mother by inheriting her green eyes. Ron had shown the most change in appearance by adding a significant amount of inches to his height, making him one of the tallest students at Hogwarts. The taller he got, the redder his hair seemed to get. Hermione, still with her bushy brown hair, had developed into a fine and shapely young woman. Everyone at Hogwarts, (especially the boys) noticed this and a lot more heads would turn when she walked down corridors.
Harry had become Head Boy of Gryffindor House and Captain of the Quidditch Team, still doing excellent as a Seeker. Ron, supreme in his chess skills, hasn't found any bit of competition. He takes pride as one of the Beaters for the Gryffindor Quidditch Team. Hermione still challenged herself and excelled at her schoolwork, continuing to receive the highest marks. This, of course, made her Head Girl of Gryffindor House. Harry tried to read as he sat and watched Hermione struggle impatiently to help Ron with Transfiguration homework.
"Ron, it's our final year here at Hogwarts. How do you expect to graduate if you don't concentrate? I'm not doing this for my health you know!" exclaimed Hermione.
"I'll just copy off you when we have exams," he answered, half-jokingly.
"Oh no, you won't!" she snapped, and tried to continue on with her lesson.
"Oh those two," Harry thought to himself, "why don't they just go out with each other already?" At that moment, Harry felt some sort of knot tie up in his stomach.
"Ron and Hermione together? That'll be the day!" However, he didn't know whether it made him feel happy or sick. He just felt the knot get tighter and tighter in his stomach. The feeling was so great that he wanted to punch something (strangely, Ron's face) very hard.
After what seemed like hours, Hermione and Ron finished. Hermione stood up, yawned, and stretched.
"Well I'm going to bed. Ron has taken all the energy from me trying to teach him," she said, looking very tired out.
"Oh ok," Ron said, still in his seat. Quite apparently still filled with energy. "We'll see you tomorrow?"
"Of course!" she yawned. "Goodnight, Ron."
"Night Hermione," he replied.
"Bye Harry," Hermione said, as she gathered her books and parchments.
Harry did nothing more than look up at her, nod his head, and give a very weak and sad grin. Hermione just smiled back and made her way to the girls' dormitories, too tired to notice Harry's expression. His eyes dropped back down to the book, but he wasn't reading anymore. The thought of Ron and Hermione together was really bothering him. It went from a knot to a full beating that was eating him up inside. Why did that thought upset him so much? The look on his face was showing what he was feeling and Ron saw it. He realized that Harry hadn't said much since their study session with Hermione. In fact, he hadn't said anything at all.
"Harry?" he called, puzzled. Harry didn't answer him. He was to caught up in his thoughts to hear Ron.
"Harry!?" Ron said, louder. Harry still didn't answer. He just sat there with a blank look on his face, not even looking at the book.
"HARRY!!?" Ron yelled. This finally got Harry's attention.
"Huh?" Harry replied stupidly, looking up from his book and quickly shaking his head.
"You ok?" Ron asked. "Because you don't look ok. You haven't said anything since we got here. Not even an attempt to scold me when I would insult Hermione." This just made Harry even more upset. He had to restrain himself from lunging at Ron and smashing his face into a wall. He thought about all the times when Ron insulted Hermione and all those times he wanted to stand up to her and just snap at Ron for being so inconsiderate. But all those times, just to take sides with Ron, he would just grin and bear it, sometimes even feeling her pain.
"Something on your mind mate?" Ron asked coolly.
"No Ron," Harry said, between seethed teeth, rather scornfully. "Nothing's wrong."
"Oh," he said, not noticing the harsh tone in Harry's voice. "Are you sure?"
"I'm Positive Ron," Harry replied.
"Well, I'm going to bed then," he said. He gathered his things and made his way to the boys' dormitories. "You coming Harry?"
"I will," Harry replied. "I-I just need to finish something up over here."
"Ok, if you say so." And Ron trotted off.
Harry sat there as thoughts ran trough his head. He took off his glasses and pinched himself between his tightly shut eyes and replaced his glasses back on his face.
"You need to relax Harry," he thought to himself, "So what if Ron and Hermione are together? That's just none of your business. But why does it bother me so much? It shouldn't. I should be happy for them." Harry forced himself to stop thinking and made his way up to the boys' dormitories, changed into his pajamas, and fell right asleep, trying hard not to think about anything.