Hey everyone! Just wanted to let you know that this is my first ever attempt at fanfic. Also my first attempt at anything rated NC17. So any constructive criticism is welcome, but please be kind. I have a fragile ego.
Disclaimer: Characters belong to JK Rowling. I can only dream. . .
This is dedicated to my dear friend Laura who is even more obsessed with all things fanfic than I am and who encouraged me to write this!
On with the story already!
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Dear Diary,
I had one of my dreams again last night. In this one, he comes into my room, silently climbs into bed with me, and makes sweet, sensual love to me all night long. Wow, was it steamy! But BAD! VERY BAD! Hermione Granger cannot be having sex dreams about her best friend Harry Potter! This cannot be happening! But I don't know how to stop the dreams from happening. Do I really want them to stop happening? Of course I do! Don't I?
"Hermione? Earth to Hermione?"
His all to familiar voice broke through her intense concentration. She slammed her diary shut.
"Oh, Hi Harry. What's going on?" Hermione said, a little flushed at being caught writing in her diary by the very person she was writing about. I hope he didn't see anything I've been writing!
"I thought we were going to meet in the Library. Remember? We were supposed to study for our Potions N.E.W.Ts exam tomorrow." Harry said, clearly annoyed. "When you didn't show up, we went looking for you."
"We were a little worried." Said Ron.
Hermione hadn't even noticed Ron was standing next to Harry until he spoke. She smiled an apologetic smile, "Sorry! I wasn't hungry for lunch, so I stayed here in the Common Room to read a little, but I guess I got a little distracted." She hurriedly shoved some books into her bag. She held her breath to see if her apology had been accepted.
"Lets go before someone snags your table." Harry said, grinning with a hint of sarcasm in his voice. She exhaled. He winked at her as she passed him heading out the porthole. Her breath caught again.
How was it that the girl known for her discipline and self-control could let a boy make her crazy like Harry was making her? It wasn't just the fact that he winked at her, Ron winked at her all the time as well, but Ron never sent shivers up her spine every time he did so. It was his smile, the way he ran his fingers through that messy mop of hair when he was nervous, the way he laughed at her when she was trying to be serious and failing miserably. All of Harry's. . .Harry-isms made her stomach flip-flop and her heart skip a beat. All of this was driving her crazy. She was acting like a silly, ditzy schoolgirl. Why, oh why, did she have to be in love with her best friend?
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Walking down the corridor towards the library, Harry couldn't help steal curious glances at Hermoine. In their seven years at Hogwarts, he had never known her to miss a study meeting or to loose track of time like that. But lately, she had become more and more spacey. She would forget things, get distracted easily; like in Potions the other day, she accidentally mixed powdered vampire fang with witches hazel instead of wizards hazel and nearly melted her cauldron. It was one of the very few times Hermione ever got points taken away from Gryffindor in stead of adding points.
Also around this time, Harry had noticed Hermione had taken to writing in a journal of some sort. He knew it wasn't homework or class related because it was in a muggle notebook, not like any of the books you would see around school.
Every time he turned around, there she was, writing away in it. He had found her just now curled up next to the fire in her favorite armchair with it in her lap.
He sighed. The more he thought about it, the more interested he became in what she was writing about. What was so bad or so great that she couldn't tell him, her best friend? They had always talked about everything!
"You all right?" Hermione was looking at him with a concerned expression.
"Umm. . .yeah, why?" Harry answered, trying to act casual.
"You looked like you wanted to punch something. . .your Potions textbook perhaps?" She said, cracking a smile.
"Oh, you know how much I love Potions." Harry said sarcastically, breathing a sigh of relief that she wasn't able to read his mind. Quit thinking about Hermione and that silly diary of hers and concentrate on your N.E.W.Ts exam! Harry chastised himself.
He had no idea why this was bothering him, but he forced himself to concentrate on studying. He had enough worries for the time being with Snape trying to fail him, even with the second highest marks in the class, thanks to Hermione. So he put the secrets in the diary in the back of his mind, for now.
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