Title: The Trouble With Love Is
Author: jltat
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.
A/N: and here it is, my attempt at Hermione's POV… actually, the first 2 chapters weren't really in Harry's POV, it just followed him like in the books so you could hear some of his thoughts. Hermione is gonna be slightly more difficult because in the actual books there isn't a whole lot about how she thinks, just that she's really smart. So forgive me if this is kind of pitiful.
Chapter 3: Confessions of a Teenage Bookworm
Hermione found herself walking to the Great Hall for lunch with Lavender and Parvati. After transfiguration, Harry abruptly ran for the Head Boy's dormitory mumbling something about a shower while Ron just laughed and said he was off too find Luna; Ginny had smacked some sense into him a few weeks back… literally. Hermione was just very confused. Why would someone need a shower in the middle of the day?
Now, Hermione had 2 options: head for the library and grab some lunch from the kitchens afterwards, or go to the Great Hall with Parvati and Lavender and listen to their incessant chatter. Hmm… tough decision there, why not volunteer to gouge her own eye out with a fork instead.
So, off to the library Hermione went, left with only her thoughts to accompany her. She had just finished her 13-inch essay for Snape on the effects of an herb called marijuana on the human mind. Snape was going to devote a class period to show how useful the herb was, when its smoke was inhaled, to a person who was put into stressful situations, such as an auror during a mission. He informed them that he would provide them with some first hand experience on the properties of marijuana during class (A/N: I wouldn't mind being present for that class).
Having nothing else to do, Hermione searched the library for an interesting book to read when she happened to stumble across the latest edition of Witch Weekly. On the front cover was a blown up poster of many young wizards, one of which happened to be Harry Potter with no shirt on, glistening with sweat, clearly in the middle of a quidditch practice. The caption for his picture read: Head Boy and quidditch captain of Gryffindor at Hogwart's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, it's no wonder that the charm of the boy-who-lived has captured the hearts of many young girls, landing him a position on the list of the top 25 sexiest wizards alive.
Hermione flushed just looking at the picture. She knew Harry would disapprove of the picture if he ever saw a copy of the magazine, but Hermione was drawn to the picture; she couldn't pull her eyes away.
Now no Hermione, what would Harry say if he saw you fawning over a picture of him, he'd die of embarrassment.
… What he doesn't know won't hurt him…
Very true, considering all the times you've woken up all hot and bothered from a particularly pleasant dream that contained a green-eyed friend of yours doing more than friendly things with you...
Hey! That only happened once… twice… ok, ok maybe three times… a week. Anyway, let's just inconspicuously slip this in our bag for a bit of light reading later tonite…
It seems Miss Granger might have a bit more of a tart in her after all.
A/N: Like it? Hate it? Lemme no wut u think, review. (I no u get tired of hearing this) read and review my other story and ill love u forever… not really, but id appreciate it all the same
I no this one wasn't as funni as the other chapters, but I had a bit of a hard time writing this one with the whole capturing Hermione's thoughts thing
IMPORTANT NOTE (sorta): I may not be able to update again until this Friday or Saturday because of school. But next week should have regular updates because it's spring break (woo hoo!) ill be partying and writing this story at the same time, now if that's not some beastly multi-taskin, I dunno wut is : ) until next time