Au- where Harry was sorted into Slytherin and befriend Draco Malfoy. Hermione, A Gryffindor, who despises all Slytherin, including Harry. But that’s doesn’t stop him from making her his.
“Alright, Harry,” said James Potter.”Have a good school year, don't get into too much trouble." The Potter family was getting ready to send off their son on Platform 9¾, Harry grinned as he hugged his mother. "James, dear," said Lily much too innocently. "Don't you mean 'Have a good school year, don't get into any trouble'?"
“Sure,” James said, grinning ears to ears at his son. “Congrats again on being the Headboy, Harry,” Lily said proudly. Harry hopped onto the Hogwarts Express. He was eager to go the meeting, because there was no doubt in Harry's mind that she was Head Girl.
Taking a deep breaths, he stopped right outside of the compartment. He lossen his green and sliver house tie. Putting his on his famous smirk, he swiftly side the door open and sat next to the bushy brown hair girl who was quietly read her book. Her jaw clenched. Harry was obviously too close for comfort.
“My darling bookworm, did you miss me?” He said sheepishly, earning snarl from her. She hated condescending nicknames such as darling, sweetheart and he knew it. She sighed, not taking her eyes off her book. “Do me a favor, Potter.” He loved the way she said his last name although he perfer if he was on the first name base.
“Quit harassing me and go snob some other girl who’s is interested.”
“Why would I want to snob anyone else but you?,” Harry pouted. He grinned at her and switch sits so that he’ll be across from her. “After so many years, you are still resisting.” Finally, She met his eyes. Hermione Granger, the brightest witch of her age, who had been rejecting his advance since 3rd year. Harry was pretty much clueless as to why.
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3rd year
“You foul, loathsome, little, evil cockroach!”
Harry stopped laughing and turn to see the anger witch who had her wand pointed out at him and his friends. “You stupid snakes, Put Neville down at this instant!” She yelled. Harry lips craved into a sly grin. “No need to ruin the fun, your lionesses,” He said, watching her eyes sparkled with fury.
This made her more infuriated and he loved it. “Please, guys. I don’t want any trouble-“ Neville eyes plead with desperation. “Hermioneee,” Neville begged. With her wand, she quickly descend Nevillie gingerly from the air. He quickly ran pass the Slytherin gang and went behind Hermione. Hermione patted his head, searching for any injuries.
Harry’s jaw twitch. He felt such a painful burning sensation in his chest as he watch the two. His dark eyes rover over her. “Way to always ruin the fun,” Draco mummbled.
“You slimy git-“
Crabble gasp as the impact hit Draco’s jaw. Draco yelped in surprise, slightly losing his footsteps and landing on the hard grass. He clutches his nose, eyes widened. There was a flicker of surprise in Harry's eyes, but he hid it expertly. “You insolent mudblood!” He spatted venomously as his minion helped him to his foot.
“My Father-“
“I don’t give a DAMN about your father. Your pathetic for always running back to your father.”
Harry stayed still. Hermione's eye glared at him. He still a shiver of rushed exciting dances down the ridges of his spine. Her wand was suddenly pointed him. Never had Harry felt so afraid, she was indeed know to be the brightest witch of her age. Therefore making her more advance in spellwork and hexs. Harry stood his ground, expression with sheer disbelief.
Harry skin warmed at her attention. He looked into her chocolate brown orbs, and felt himself go rigid in shock.
A sharp sting burn his cheek. His mouth gape open like a fish at the girl in front of him. Nevillie gasped. She was inches shorter than him but he felt like she towered over him effortlessly. “Hmph!” She grunted and marchs off anger while Nevillie followed after her. He watch as her curly hair bounched and shine in the sun light.
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“Of course she's helping the professor. Teacher's pet,” Draco mumbles bitterly. Harry scoff, earning a slap on the back by him. Harry's thought wandered back as Hermione earned Ten points for her house. She smiled brightly as those around her awed. Harry gulped at her smile. Slughorn continues on his lesson. that someone was looking at her, she turn back. Harry flashes her a crooked smile. Pride patter him on the back as she blushes beautiful red. Hermione let out a soft puff of air she had been holding.
The potion is terribly tricky to make. It’s known for the most powerful love potion in the world. It’s rumored to be smelled different to each person to what it attracts them.”
Harry’s ear perked up. “Harry, would you come up here and give us an example?” Slughorn ask, noticing the boy. The girls in the room giggles but Hermione rolled her eyes. Harry walked up the room confidently.
He leans forward, balancing his elbows on the surface of the table; she tries not to notice the way the lean muscles in his arms ripple and flex as he hunches over.
“I can smell broom polish, new parchment, ink-“ Harry held in a moan, “and honey.” he blurted, blushing all over his alabaster skin. He forced himself to pull away from the cauldron. Harry dared to a quick glance at Granger to see her quirk an eyebrow at him. Dread was filling his every pore. He noticed some of the girls in the class sniffing their robes.
Anmortentia doesn't really create love, of course. It is impossible to manufacture or imitate love. No, this will simply cause a powerful infatuation. It is probably the most dangerous and powerful potion in this room…" Slughorn drawled. For the rest of the class, Harry couldn’t concentrate. He was certain it was her. Such a luscious scent. He had to shame admitting he wanted to bathe in it.
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Harry watch in disbelief at the red-head Wealsey who was snogging ferociously at that Lavender girl. Disgusting. The Lions roared at the two. Taking his cue, He quickly followed the bushy-haired girl down the dark school hall. Sobbs of echo quietly. Harry heart ache. She’s crying because of him. Why him out of everyone?.
Shaking his head at the thought, he slowly descend down the stair. Hermione sucked in her sob and wiped her tears. “What do you want?”
She didn’t need to turn to look at him to know who he was. There was due to him always trying to scare her during their school years. Birds chirked above her head. Harry broke out a smile, making Hermione scoff. He took a seat next to her.
“What do you see in me?.”
Her question was a soft whisper, only for him to hear. Her blood was rushing in her ears and she for once kept her eyes to the ground. Just when she was about to get up and dash, Harry quickly spoke,
“I see a fiery lioness who’s incredibly gifted and talented. Who is able to implant her image in my head every day and night. Who gives me butterflies flapping full-force in my stomach-“
Harry watched her, paralyzed. How was he supposed to speak to her when she was staring at him like that?. She studies him for a long, disconcerting moment. He stared to fidgets.
Hermione leaned down, making him feel so incredibly small. Harry leaned in and pressed his lip to hers. He let out a breath, staring into her eyes. She looked unaffected and he wanted to change that. Harry leaned forward, his eagerness warring with his hesitancy. He sigh softly as their lip met again.
He dreamed about this. Harry tightened his arms around her and kissed her harder. Hermione, Hermione, Hermione. She had him on the tip of her fingertips. ‘Hermione tried to put her tongue in my mouth. Oh, Merlin.’
She broke away, but Harry leaned more in to recapture her lips. With a triumphant smirk, she stepped back. “Your not a bad kissers.”
His shock was quickly overrun by amusement. She had left him throbbing with need and yearning. He struggled with the tightness around his pants. Although, he admitted he felt a bit humiliated. Soon. Soon, he get have his fingers in her curl, fist them and kiss them. He craved for her.
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