Just a Newspaper

Nicole ish Awesome

Rating: PG13
Genres: Romance, Humor
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 5
Published: 12/10/2006
Last Updated: 12/10/2006
Status: completed

Hermione has learned that you shouldn't always believe what you read, because it could be the reason you get everything you've ever wanted. (Rated PG13 for some mild swearing)

Chapters

1. Just a Newspaper

1. Just a Newspaper

Hey, I'm Nicole :) This is my first story I am posting on Portkey, and I hope I will get many more (hopefully multiple chapters) posted soon. I'm sorry this fanfic is a little short, it's my fault. I know this idea isn't the best, but if you read I would really appreciate it if you review. Thanks!

Disclaimer: I own none of the Harry Potter characters or places, they belong to J. K. Rowling. I only own the plot.

Hermione Granger was angry, very angry in fact. First, it had been work (she worked at the Ministry, trying to improve magical creatures' rights), when one of her co-workers had spilled their butterbeer during lunch all over her shirt (her favorite shirt, may I mention). Then, it had been on the way home, when someone had activated no apparating at work, and she couldn't Floo, so she had to walk the entire way home. Now, it had been that stupid Witch Weekly article about Harry.

Harry Potter. The Boy-Who-Lived, well now it was the Man-Who-Defeated-You-Know-Who. Hottest Bachelor in the Wizarding World. And Hermione had fallen in love with him.

She was his best friend and everyone said, “Hermione, you would be perfect with Ron! Just like Harry and Ginny!” Oh how it pissed her off. Who cared what they thought? But deep down, she knew that she and Harry would never be together. Sure, they were alike in some ways, but very different in others. Who would like a bushy-haired bookworm like herself?

Although she had grown up over her years during Hogwarts, she still wasn't the prettiest girl- wait, woman, in the whole world. Her bushy hair had eventually tamed itself and now was just ringlets flowing down her back. Her eyes were the same, chocolate brown with specks of cinnamon in them. Her body had filled out in just the right places, but she never had a long-term boyfriend. Probably because she had fell in love with the man that everybody loved.

That magazine made her so mad. I mean, you shouldn't believe in gossip magazines, should you? Most of them were just rubbish, nothing true. But she couldn't help but wonder, What if they were right this time? It would break her heart, but she decided she would just ask Harry herself. Oh, she hoped that when she went over to his flat there wouldn't be another girl there.

With that, she disapparated with a pop.

A magazine was lying on her coffee table, it's contents staring up. On it, there was a pair, and flashing letters about the moving image.

Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley, The Perfect Couple?

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“Hermione, what are you doing here?” Harry asked, standing up as one of his best friends suddenly appeared in his flat.

She sighed in relief, glad there was no one else there. Then, she remembered why she came over. “I'd like to ask you what the hell is wrong with you.”

Harry looked at her blankly. “What are you talking about?”

“Don't you try that on me, Harry Potter! I know that you are in a relationship with a certain someone,
and you haven't told me about it, at all!” Hermione yelled, getting angry now. Didn't he know that he was in about a million newspapers?

“Seriously, what are you talking about? I'm not in any relationship, and I surely would have told you if I was!” He replied, staying calmer than her.

“Oh, really?” She paused for a moment, pulling out her wand. “Accio Witch Weekly!” The magazine that she had been reading earlier came whizzing into her hands. She held it up, waving it in his face.

Harry took it for a moment, skimming over the front article. He frowned. “No, they didn't. Please, merlin, no.”

Hermione glared at him, snatching the newspaper back. “So, are you and Ginny the perfect couple?”

“Hermione, you don't understand! Ginny and I were just eating lunch, as friends! I wouldn't date my best mates sister, that's gross! Plus, I already like someone!” Harry replied.

No... He can't like someone, I love him! Hermione thought, frowning now too. “So, who do you really like?”

“I don't want to say.”

“Fine, be that way!”

“Hermione, you are being immature.”

“Yeah, well so are you.”

“Why do you need to know?”

“Because, I love you!” The words had come out of her mouth before she could stop them. Uh oh, did I say that out loud?

“What did you just say?” Harry asked slowly.

“Erm... I said I lunch you!” Lunch you?! She thought to herself. What the hell was wrong with her?

“You love me.”

“Can we just forget this happened? I mean, our friendship shouldn't be ruined because of three little words I said... We've been friends too long. And besides, it would be too weird to be in a relationship, not saying that you would even want-“ Her rambling was cut off when Harry pressed his lips to hers.

Hermione was surprised for a moment, but then gave in, kissing him back. Fireworks exploded inside her; it was the best feeling she'd ever had. She never wanted to end, but he pulled away to tell her something.

“It's always been you, Hermione.”

“Really? You're not just saying that?” She didn't want to get her hopes up, in case he was just playing her along. She didn't want to be humiliated.

“Truly.” He kissed her once again, wrapping his arms around her waist.

And for once in a long time, she felt like she had everything she had always wanted.

Who cares about a bloody newspaper?

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