Chapter 1 : Perfect
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Just as the grandfather clock in the corner of the cozy common room struck 1:00 AM Harry Potter stumbled down the stairs that lead to the boys` dormitory tiredly. He had just had another nightmare about the night Sirius died. Only this one had been slightly different. In the end instead of seeing Sirius fall though the veil he saw Hermione fall though it. Harry shook his head as if to rid himself of these thoughts and started making his way over to the couch but stopped short about half way there. For laying on the couch crying into her arm was Hermione Granger.
Immediately all of Harry`s thoughts about Sirius disappeared in a rush of concern for his friend. “Hermione,” he whispered softly closing the space between them and putting his hand on her trembling shoulder. Hermione`s head jerked up instantly, tears still pouring down her face. Harry slowly sat down on his knees beside her without removing his hand. He then softly lifted his right hand and pressed it up to her cheek slowly and carefully wiping the tears away with his thumb. Hermione smiled slightly and leaned into his touch, her tears subsiding
As soon as Hermione`s tears came to a stop Harry voiced the question that had been nagging at him since walking into the room. “What`s wrong?” he said it in a gentle voice. “You`ll laugh.” she whispered. Harry crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows at her, deciding that he was going to cheer her up even if it meant embarrassing himself. She smiled slightly and said with a slight laugh “Okay, okay I`ll tell you.” she looked embarrassed at the floor. “I-I was crying about a boy.”
Instead of finding this funny as he usually would have Harry felt anger towards this boy who had hurt her rise up in his chest. “Who hurt you?” he asked furious. Hermione`s eyes widened in surprise “It`s not that he hurt me, he would never do that. It`s just” she struggled to find the right words to explain “it`s just that I`m in love with him and he doesn’t see me as more than a friend.” Harry just sat there stunned for a moment before asking “Who is he?” in a small, timid voice.
Hermione shook her head indicating that she would not tell him. It was at this moment that Harry remembered that he was trying to cheer her up so putting on a rather goofy, boyish grin he asked her “Can I guess?” She thought about this for a moment before nodding her assent. Grinning from ear to ear now Harry summoned a clipboard, a quill, a bottle of ink, and some paper to him. “What in the world are you doing?” Hermione asked tears starting to roll down her face yet again. “Taking notes.” he answered simply. “Okay first question. Do I know him?” “Yes” she replied in a small voice.
Harry tapped his chin with the quill thoughtfully before saying “Tell me the things that make you love him.” Hermione just stared at him for a moment before saying in a rather dreamy tone “There are to many reasons I love him to tell you all of them but I suppose some of the bigger things are his bravery, loyalty, and selflessness.” she looked like she was about to continue but Harry cut her off by saying “So basically he`s a dog.” Hermione burst into laughter rocking backwards and forwards on the couch. Harry beamed, pleased with himself for making her laugh. Wanting to make sure she continued to laugh Harry questioned jokingly “Does he have pretty eyes?”
Surprisingly Hermione seemed to take the question very seriously “Yes he does” she said her voice taking on the dreamy tone again “He has the most lovely eyes in the world! I could just drowned in their swirling depths.” Harry stared at her blankly for a couple of minuets before saying “Okay so he`s a dog with pretty eyes. Is that all?” Hermione laughed again though not as hard as the first time. “Is he in Gryfindor?” “Yes.”
“Okay” Harry said thoughtfully thinking of his next question. “What are his initials?” Hermione thought about this for a moment before saying “His middle initial is J.” Harry blinked “His owners most be very fond of him to give their dog a name.” Hermione rolled her eyes but she was smiling as she said “He is human thank you very much!” at this point she mock glared at him “and as for his ‘owners’ as you put it they are not at all fond of him. In fact they hate him.”
This set alarm bells off in Harry`s head but he couldn’t think of who it could be. He sat there a moment thinking about all he knew about this mystery boy. He was brave, loyal, selfless, had amazing eyes, was in Gryfindor, whoever took care of him hated him and, his middle name started with a J according to Hermione. Harry had the feeling that he should know who she was talking about but he couldn’t think of anyone who was that perfect.
Harry threw his hands up in the air in defeat and glared at her completely forgetting his plan to cheer her up. “I give up!” he exclaimed “I can’t think of anyone who could be so.....so....Perfect!” He heaved himself to his feet feeling sad for some reason and started making his way back to the boys` dormitory. He was about half way up the stairs when he clearly heard Hermione say “Your right. You are perfect.”
Harry turned around just in time to see Hermione slide off the couch and onto the floor. She rocked back and forward on her knees, her hands grasping her forearms in a death grip, and tears falling down her face at an incredible rate. He quickly made his way over to her and the second he reached her side he griped her shoulder gently with his left hand and he raised her chin with his right. “What do you mean?” he asked softly although an inkling of the answer was already coming to him. “Your perfect!!! Your loyal and brave and selfless!! You could have any girl want!! Your absolutely perfect! Unlike me, the bossy know it all!!! No one could ever love me!! Most of all someone as perfect as you!” Hermione`s voice was a harsh, panicky whisper filled with pain and an emotion he didn’t recognize.
“You don’t get it do you?” she said her voice slightly calmer “You’re the one I`ve been talking about all this time. You’re the one I`m in love with.” Tears starting to fall down her face again she jerked her arm and chin out of his grasp. She turned around sharply and tucked her knees under her chin rocking back and forth slightly. “I`m not perfect.” Harry said softly walking around her so he was facing her. “I make mistakes like every one else. I say things I shouldn’t sometimes. But this is one thing I should say.” “What” she whispered sounding as if she were afraid of the answer. “I love you to” he answered calmly. And he meant it.
A/N: WOW!!!! *re-reads fics* That did not turn out like I wanted it to!!! Argh!!! Why can’t the fics ever turn out the way I want them to!!!! Oh well..........thanks for reading!!! Please review!!!! Good and bad reviews are both welcome!!! I especially like reviews that contain helpful suggestions!!! If you review my story and ask me to I`ll read and review yours!!!! Oh yes, and if you get the chance please read and review my other stories! Thanks!!!! Banners are received thankfully! Which reminds me......Thanks again to danfan4ever for the amazing banner for In the Astronomy Tower!!!
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