The Yule Ball, Revised Pt. 6

Note: This is a work of fanfiction and nothing else. All rights to Harry Potter belong to J.K. Rowling and I do not claim to own this. This story was originally published on fanfiction.net under my penname of TheTruthIsInsideOfYou. This is the first new chapter, which I will post both here then on fanfiction.net tomorrow.

Chapter 6

“How do I breathe underwater?” Harry slammed 1001 Magical Herbs and Fungi shut and looked at Hermione. “Honestly, they’re going to kill us with this task.” Hermione rolled her eyes at Harry’s actions before rubbing his back.

“We’ll figure it out Harry.” She opened another book in the stack next to her and looked at Harry again. “I don’t suppose you could transfigure your head into a shark’s head?” Harry’s blank look made Hermione chuckle.

“Human transfiguration? Hermione I had trouble learning the summoning charm! I don’t even know how to swim!” He stood, pacing and glancing at Madame Pince, who was watching him with her vulture-like eyes. He lowered his voice. “How am I supposed to learn to swim before this task?”

“Oh Harry…” Hermione shook her head at her boyfriend. “We can go back to the Prefects bathroom and practice. But that’s not what you have to worry about. You have to be able to breathe underwater. Maybe an Aqua Lung?”

Harry looked at Hermione as though she was speaking a foreign language. “Er, what’s that?”

“You know, like muggle scuba divers use. So they can stay underwater for long times. I wonder if we could even get one delivered here.” She had that look on her face now, the one that said she’d had a revelation. “Maybe I can ask mum?” She flipped through the book, frustrated she couldn’t find any more information on breathing underwater. Harry looked at her, grinned and then frowned.

“Err-Hermione? I’ve just thought of another problem. I don’t have any swim trunks.” His face turned red as he spoke. “The Dursleys never bothered, probably figured if I died it would be no problem for them.”

“I’ll just owl mum and ask her to send some. What’s your pant size?” Harry’s face fell.

“Pant size? I don’t know Hermione. Madame Malkin never told me and all I had before Hogwarts was Dudley’s old ones.” He shrugged at Hermione’s incredulous looks.

“Harry, that’s not….” She stopped. “I’ll just ask mum to send a few. She should be more than happy to.” Harry nodded his thanks. “I wonder… Hermione, do you think House Elves might know anything about breathing under-” His statement was interrupted by a crack and the appearance of a house elf. He wore Hermione’s knitted hats, the shapeless fabric stacked atop his head.

“Dobby?” The house elf smiled. “Dobby is be hearing that Master Harry Potter sir is be needing helps with his TriWiz task?”

Hermione looked at Dobby, her eyes narrowing. “Dobby why do you have all the hats from the common room?”

“Dobby is being sorry Miss Grangy, but the other house elves is being not wanting to clean the tower because of the hatses. Dobby is now being the only elf cleaning Gryffindor tower.” He turned to Harry, his eyes wide in admiration. “Is Master Harry be needing help?”

Harry, trying to contain his mirth at Dobby’s explanation to Hermione, found tears in the corners of his eyes. “Dobby, do you know how I could breathe underwater for an hour?” Dobby’s ears began bobbing and the hats nearly tumbled from his head.

“Dobby is be hearing about something in the staff room. Professor Moody is being talking about Gillyweed, Dobby thinks its called.” Hermione smacked her head, dashing off to another part of the library, muttering what sounded like how could I be so stupid. It reminded Harry of their first year and the whole Philosopher’s Stone research.

“Thank you Dobby.” Harry grinned at his friend and watched as the house-elf disapparated, the hats nearly falling off of his head. Hermione returned with a book.

“What’s that?” Harry was curious, watching as Hermione opened the book.

“1001 Magical Herbs and Fungi Harry. It was a textbook from our first year, or did you not bother to open it?” Hermione’s tone was serious and Harry couldn’t be sure if she was joking or not.

“Uh…. Right. So what is gillyweed?” Harry moved closer to Hermione, his breath on her neck as he looked at the text with her.

“Gillyweed. It, uh, allows you to breathe underwater for an hour.” Hermione’s voice was slightly breathless as she spoke, Harry’s breath affecting her more than she would care to admit.

“So, if I can find some, I can breathe underwater? But how does it work?” He was excited, not noticing the tone of Hermione’s speech.

“I, uh, it’s not clear here. Maybe Neville would know more? But you should owl order it as soon as you can. And get extra, so you can practice with it.” Hermione closed the book, slipping away from Harry.

“Harry?” The voice of the Durmstrang champion cut through Harry’s musings.

“Victor.” Harry’s voice was pleasant. “What did you need?”

“I vas vondering if I could speak to you about Hermioninny?” Harry looked up at the champion, and looked for Hermione.

“Uh, she should be back in a moment. Just let me tell her I’m speaking with you.” He caught her eye and she nodded, having heard the conversation between them. Harry walked with Victor, strolling out of the library.

“Vas it improper of me to have taken her to zee ball? I see zhat you are close.” Victor looked down at Harry as he spoke.

“Oh, uh, no. That uh, that all happened after the ball Victor. I would like to thank you for taking her actually, until Ron spoiled the night it was great.” The Durmstrang boys face darkened at the mention of the redhead.

“Da, I do not like the way he looks at Hermioniny. I am glad zhat it was not an affront to have taken her to zhe ball. I am most interested in making friends with you. I understand zhat you are a great Quidditch player?” Victor had a smile on his face as he spoke.

Harry was dumbfounded at the question. “Well, I’m a fair flyer I guess, but not as good as you, I mean I don’t play professionally.”

“Well zhen, we should play Quidditch sometime, no?” Harry nodded at Victor’s suggestion, wondering how Ron would feel about him getting asked to play Quidditch with his idol, but shook off the thought. Ron would have to prove that he was his friend again before Harry would let him know about this. He didn’t need any more of Ron’s jealousy issues.

“Well, I’d enjoy that sometime, but right now I’m still working on the egg clue. I should go back to Hermione, we were going to have lunch after this.” Victor nodded, waving to Harry as he left for the library.

“Hermione?” He walked to their table, looking for his girlfriend. He found her in the history section, reading about the Merpeople and their culture. He tapped her on the shoulder. “Should we head to the Owlry then the Great Hall?”

So, here’s the next update on my story. I will be posting part 7 next Friday, with the lead up to the Second Task and the Second Task. Also, be on the lookout for an interview I’ll be posting with Bert Entwistle about self-publishing and freelance writing. Happy Reading, 

Jessica. 

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The Yule Ball, Revised Pt 5

Note: This is a work of fanfiction, not anything else. All rights to Harry Potter belong to J.K. Rowling. This was originally published on fanfiction.net under my penname of TheTruthIsInsideOfYou. 

The morning dawned with a bitterness Harry had never known at Hogwarts. He snuggled deeper into the duvet on his four poster bed.  He heard Ron snoring, which meant that he was now returned from Madam Pomfrey.

“Joy” Harry muttered, groaning as the loud snores punctuated the quiet dorm. He decided to make the best use of his time and go for a walk to the kitchen to get some tea before he found Hermione to convince her to work on the egg clue with him. He still had no idea what was the clue referred to as it sounded like screeching every time he opened it.

He walked down the staircases and was nearly to the Great Hall when a familiar voice stopped him.

“Harry!” Cedric Diggory called after him trying to catch up.

“Yeah mate?” Harry asked as he turned around.

“I owe you, for the dragons,” before Harry could cut him off Cedric put up his hand and continued, “have you tried to work on your egg? Does it wail when you open it?”

“Yeah,” Harry replied starting to feel confused, “why?”

“Well… take a bath with it.”

“What?”

“Just do it…Tell you what, use the Prefects bathroom. Password’s ‘Pine Fresh’.” Cedric turned around and walked off in the vague direction of the dungeons.

“Use the Prefects bathroom?” Harry muttered, “What kind of a clue is that?”

He continued walking into the Great Hall and sat down, pouring a cup of tea and grabbing a few rashers of bacon and toast. He pondered the hint that Cedric had given him. ‘Perhaps he’s fooling with me?’ he thought but quickly reconsidered. ‘Cedric isn’t that type of person though.’

He sipped his tea, trying to think of why the egg would need to be in a bath. His only possibilities were cooking related and he couldn’t think of what that would have to do with the Tournament though. His mind flashed to creatures that lay eggs, but none came to mind. He was clueless. Well not clueless, but he had no intelligent idea yet.

His thoughts stopped as he felt someone sit down beside him.

“Morning Harry” Hermione’s voice called to him sleepily.

“Good Morning Hermione” Harry replied, turning to face her. He gave her a goofy smile and kissed her.

“So Cedric told me something interesting this morning. I’ll explain when you’re finished with breakfast.” Hermione gave him an interested look then turned her attention to the table.

“I just wish that house elves didn’t make all this food.” She sighed, trying to figure out how to convince them slavery was wrong. Harry shook his head in amusement. Hermione would never drop something once she started it.

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“So let me get this straight. He told you to take a bath in the Prefects bathroom with your egg.  That’s his way of repaying you for telling him about the dragons.”

Harry nodded his head for what seemed like the umpteenth time during his conversation with Hermione.

“I think it’s worth a shot. I have no other ideas. It just makes a horrible screeching every time I open it. I’m stumped.”

“And just when were you planning on going to the Prefects bathroom?” Hermione asked

“Tonight. I’ll use the Marauders Map and go under the invisibility cloak.” Harry stated definitively.

“So you’re going to sneak out alone at night with no one to help you and break into the Prefects bathroom?” Hermione asked emphasizing the break in part.

“Err… Yeah? But it’s not breaking in if I have the password is it?” He spoke this as he ran his hand through his already messy hair.

“Idiot.” Hermione stated seriously, but with a smile on her face. “Do you ever think about what would happen if someone caught you in there? At least get someone to be your lookout.”

“Well I don’t think anyone would be come to the bathroom at night? So I wouldn’t get caught.”

Hermione laughed at her boyfriend. “Come here.” Harry scooted to sit right next to her. “Yeah?”

“No one is around right now. Most of the older students are spending time with their dates at Hogsmeade, so you could go right now with a genius friend of yours and try to figure out the clue.”

Harry grinned, “So you want me to go get Neville and take a bath with him? I didn’t know you liked that kind of thing Hermione.”

Hermione blushed and pushed Harry, “I meant me silly boy.”

Harry grinned even wider before replying “So you want to take a bath with me? You just had to say it Hermione, you didn’t have to pretend to help me on the egg.”  Hermione groaned.

“Just get ready…” Hermione turned and went up the stairs into the girls dormitory.

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“It’s clear, now come on.” Harry whispered and slipped the cloak on him and Hermione. They exited the empty classroom and walked towards the bathroom. He held the Marauders Map to his face and again looked. No one was near this corridor.

“Pine Fresh” he whispered at the door. It swung open, revealing an ornate bathroom, bigger than any Harry had ever seen.

“So this is the Prefects Bathroom….” Harry trailed off, “it’s almost worth becoming a prefect for this alone.”

Hermione shook her head muttering something that sounded vaguely like boys. Harry looked around and spotted a picture of a mermaid on the wall. She seemed to be asleep right now. He ran to the taps and turned every single one on, filling the room with different smells, size bubble and colors.

Hermione shook her head, watching his ridiculous antics and slipping her clothes off.

“Come on Harry, we need to get started on this clue.” She jumped into the bath, which was more like a pool and swam a few lengths before returning to the side of the pool. Harry just stood there, entranced by Hermione. He had never seen her in a swimsuit before. He’d never really seen her wear much other than her uniform, really.

“Umm… yeah we should.” Harry fumbled for the egg, but his wet hands slipped and it fell underwater, opening.

“Damn,” Harry cursed, “I’ll get it then.” He crouched down, and stuck his head underwater. The egg wasn’t screeching anymore. Now it was singing. It was singing! Harry nearly swallowed mouthfuls of water in trying to tell Hermione. He came up, coughing, nearly choking, and wildly gesticulating.

He spit out another mouthful of water. “The egg; its singing!”

“Singing?” Hermione asked, still not sure if Harry was all right. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah, come listen to it.” Harry ducked underwater again.

There was a chorus of voices, singing eerily.:

Come seek us where our voices sound,
We cannot sing above the ground,
And while you’re searching, ponder this:
We’ve taken what you’ll sorely miss,
An hour long you’ll have to look,
And to recover what we took,
But past an hour – the prospect’s black
Too late, it’s gone, it won’t come back.
”*

Hermione looked at him, and then broke the surface. She was already repeating the clue.

“We cannot sing above the ground…That sounds like merpeople.”

Harry looked at her, “There are merpeople in the lake?”

“Honestly, have you ever read Hogwarts, A History?”

He just shook his head. So there were merpeople in the Black Lake and they would take something valuable to him. An hour to look and find it or it wouldn’t come back. What did he have of value? His Firebolt? But soon another thought struck him. One more terrible than all his others.

“Err… We may have some trouble Hermione. I don’t know how to swim that well.”

“Well that can be fixed with lessons my dear. The bigger problem is how to breathe underwater for an hour.” Hermione replied worriedly. This task could be a bigger problem than he thought, than they thought. “I wish you didn’t have to compete in this tournament. I’m worried about you.”

Harry was so deeply in his thoughts he almost didn’t hear what Hermione said, but the tone got him. He floated over and stuck out his arm.

“Come here.” He pulled Hermione to him, “This Tournament won’t beat me. I won’t let it. Plus, I’ve got the brightest witch of the age on my side.”

Now Harry was enjoying Hermione’s presence until he noticed she was pressed up against him. Her very feminine body was there. He squirmed a bit, trying to make sure he wouldn’t involuntarily do anything surprising to her. Hermione looked up at Harry and leaned in toward him.

“Promise?” she whispered

“I promise.” Their lips met in a kiss and it was a few hours before they emerged from the room with mad grins on their faces.

*From Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire US Paperback Pg 463.

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The Yule Ball, Revised Pt 4

Note: This is a work of fanfiction, not anything else. All rights to Harry Potter belong to J.K. Rowling. This was originally published on fanfiction.net under my penname of TheTruthIsInsideOfYou.

Chapter 4

It was slow, loving, and tender, everything a first kiss should be. Both Harry and Hermione pored all of the love and feelings that had been building since meeting on the Hogwarts Express four and a half years ago. They stayed in the kiss until the need for air forced them apart.

Harry had a grin a mile wide when he looked down at Hermione. He gave her his trademark lopsided smile, the one he only gave Hermione. “H-Harry. That was… That was…” Hermione looked at him blushing slightly.

“What was it Hermione? I thought it was perfect, just a perfect as the girl I kissed. That was the best kiss I’ve ever had. Mind you it is the only kiss I’ve had. But I couldn’t be happier about it. Or who it was with for that matter.” Harry smiled and gave Hermione a re-assuring squeeze on the arm. “How about I open my present from you now?”

“Harry, I was going to say that was unexpected, especially coming from you. You usually aren’t this, forward with your feelings. I remember when you would never hug me unless I started the hug. But yes, I will say that is the best, and first kiss I’ve ever had. We need to talk about us later though, kay?” She smiled up at him and squeezed his hand. “Now go on, I wanna see your face when you open your present.”

Harry immediately tore into his gift. He ripped the paper off quite fast and saw a sealed box. At this he gave Hermione a quizzical look and proceeded to open the box. Inside was a leather bound photo album with the words: Friends Forever on the front. Harry opened the album and tears began to swim in his eyes.

“Th-Thank you ‘Mione. This means a lot.” Harry’s voice was cracking with emotion. Hermione gave Harry a hug and took the book from his trembling hands.

” I took the liberty of sending off to Professor Lupin and Sirius. I asked them about how to make photographs in the wizard world. During the summer break we looked through my memories in a Pensieve and I took pictures from the moments of us at Hogwarts. Sirius and Lupin also made pictures from your childhood, when they saw you. I felt you had too little of your family and needed more reminders of them.” Hermione pointed to the box, ” And I had them get some of your parents items and put them in there.” She gave Harry another hug and pecked his cheek.

“It must have been horrible growing up without memories of your family, so I thought that you could use some for cheering up. Oh and don’t worry the pictures of us in Hogwarts are all of my good side.” She struck a pretend model pose. This, more than anything got Harry laughing.

“Don’t you mean of my good side, cause ‘Mione, the way I see it, you have no bad side.” Harry smiled and began to look at the pictures. He flipped through to his third year.

“This one is the best picture Hermione. It’s my favorite memory.” Harry pointed to a picture that showed Hermione and Harry riding Buckbeak up to where Sirius was being held. Harry was laughing with joy at being in the air, while Hermione was tightly clutching Harry’s robes and screaming, although she was smiling at Harry and laughing as she cuddled him.

“Hermione, even in the pictures we’re together. We look so innocent and carefree.”

“Harry! The pictures show us doing what we were doing at the time. Don’t tell me you didn’t notice me doing that.” She smiled and lightly pushed him

“Me, oblivious, never!” He sighed dramatically, “No, I did notice, I never thought anything of it until recently, though.” Harry pushed Hermione back and stuck his tongue out at her.

Harry suddenly jumped up from the chair and extended his hand to Hermione. ” My Lady, shall we go to breakfast?” Harry asked while he dramatically bowed.

Hermione couldn’t help herself, she started giggling at Harry’s exaggerated chivalry. “Why sure Mr. Potter, I do believe we should go and eat breakfat.” She giggled again, thinking, ‘Why do I suddenly feel so… girly?’ and took Harry’s hand. They walked hand in hand out of the Common Room.

Harry walked slowly down to breakfast his mood deteriorating with each step he got closer. Hermione wasn’t fooled and pulled Harry over to the side. She gave him her trademark ‘What’s Wrong’ look and put her hands on her hips.

“Erm, well, uh, Ron could be in there and he won’t take kindly to us, not to mention we kinda ditched our dates last night. Not to mention everyone will think Rita Skeeter wrote the truth in her article. Plus, I really am not in the mood for another fight.” he finished sheepishly.

“Harry you can’t stop everyone else from thinking what they do about you and you can’t let Ron get in the way of our friendship. Just ignore them and hold your head high when you walk in. It’s not what they write, but how you behave.” She grabbed Harry’s hand and put his arm around her waist. “Now, let’s walk in there and go eat breakfast. Come on!” Hermione promptly started walking in the hall.

” Hermione, thank you again. You really are the most amazing person I know.” Harry commented as he walked to the house table. He thanked her again by pressing a kiss to her hair just before they sat down. Breakfast went smoothly. The two walked back up the Common Room. Before they entered Harry asked “Hey ‘Mione, what was it you wanted to talk about?”

“It was nothing Harry. We’ll discuss it when we get inside the Common Room. It can wait a few minutes.” Harry looked at Hermione strangely but just followed her inside.

There was only one seat left, the squishy chair by the fireplace. Harry and Hermione glanced at each other and ran towards it. Hermione had nearly reached it when Harry grabbed her arm and pulled her to him. He promptly started to tickle her and then ran for the chair. He landed in it first but Hermione wasn’t far behind and ended up in his lap again.

“Is it just me or do you like to sit on my lap?” Harry asked with a twinkle of amusement in his eyes. ” I mean it’s not like I mind having a beautiful young lady on my lap, but I can’t help thinking what my girlfriend would say.” He looked at her semi-seriously. Hermione caught on right away.

“Well, I think she wouldn’t mind as long as that girl is her.” She pretend glared at Harry.

“Have you met her?” He asked “She is the most sweet, intelligent, kind and loyal person I know.” Harry gave Hermione a wink before continuing. She was blushing furiously.

“Not to mention she has the cutest looks on her face when she is thinking seriously about something. And-” the rest of Harry’s sentence was cut off by Hermione’s lips crashing against his own.

” Well, my boyfriend is the cutest, most loving, hard-working, Quidditch player there is. He is always there for me no matter what.” She again kissed Harry.

“So, this boyfriend of yours, he’s a Quidditch player? Is he the best you’ve ever seen?” Harry asked in a sweet voice. Hermione hit Harry and put on the mock-thinking face. “Hmmm, I think I’ve only seen one player than him, this boy named Harry Potter, also known as The-Boy-Who-Lived. He’s got these cute green eyes and oh so kissable-” Harry was looking intently at Hermione and suddenly he leaned down and kissed her full on the lips.

“Well, now enough about this Harry Potter kid, what did you want to talk about?” Harry asked seriously.

” It doesn’t matter now. The matter is all sorted out.” She looked up at Harry lovingly.

Harry was bringing his lips down to kiss Hermione when a voice called out “Harry, Hermione, want to join in our snowball- Oh am I interrupting something?” an amused George Weasley asked.

Harry and Hermione jumped at the sound of the voice. ” No you’re not interrupting. Just don’t tell Ron or Ginny. But we’d love to join you in the snowball fight, right Harry?” Hermione said.

“Yeah, sure. We’ll meet you in the entrance hall in five minutes.” Hermione smiled. Both Harry and her made to get up at the same time, causing them to fall on the ground. Laughing they ran up to their respective dorms and changed into warmer clothing.

“Why did you tell him not to say anything to Ginny?” Harry asked looking confused.

“Harry, isn’t it obvious? She has the world’s biggest crush on you! Don’t you notice her staring at you all the time? Sometimes you boys are oblivious!” Hermione replied giggling.

The snowball fight was the biggest one since Harry had come to Hogwarts. Plus, it was the first snowball fight Hermione participated in.

“Harry! You started on the egg yet, mate?” George asked

“No, I haven’t, but I’ll get around to it. I still have 2 months to figure it out.” Harry said. He was met by a glare from Hermione.

“What Hermione? It’s two months away! That’s a long time.” Harry turned to her and said.

“Harry! The task may be two months away but you still need to come up with a plan of action. How are you going to prepare for it?” Hermione replied fiercely.

“Ummm I’ll wing it? Look, if it’s that important I’ll work on it…. Tomorrow. I promise.” Harry said. He had a mischievous look in his eyes. Harry was tossing a snowball back and forth in his hands. Suddenly he threw the snowball at Hermione and ran towards her.

“Oh no you don’t!” She said with a smirk. Seeing Harry towards her she took of across the courtyard. She was just about to the other side when a pair of arms grabbed her from behind.

“You’ll never escape now! You’re mine!” Harry said as began to tickle Hermione.

On the other side of the courtyard Neville stood talking to Lavender.

“I told you it would be this Christmas! Finally they admitted it. You know she woke us all up this morning by trying to wake Harry. The first thing I hear is Harry! Oh Harry! Stop It! Then we open the curtains and Harry is lying on top of her, looking like he was about to kiss her.”

” That must have been… exciting. Oh I can’t wait to tell Parvati! But I do believe that I owe Dumbledore 2 galleons. I wonder who won the most in the pot. I’ve lost about 10 galleons thanks to this.”

“No, you can’t tell them yet. Wait for them to tell people, then say you noticed a change about Christmas time.” Neville exclaimed “Not to mention, they’ll probably kill me if they find out I told.” He looked truly frightened at the prospect of an angry Hermione.

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The Yule Ball, Revised Pt 3

Note: This is a work of fanfiction, not anything else. All rights to Harry Potter belong to J.K. Rowling. This was originally published on fanfiction.net under my penname of TheTruthIsInsideOfYou

Ron simply raised his wand and shouted “Conjunctivitis!

Harry was too quick “Protego!” A shield erupted in front of Hermione and Harry. The blue jet of light from the curse rebounded and hit Ron’s eyes. He stumbled backwards in an almost comic way. ‘Crack!’ Ron’s head had hit the steps and he passed out. Now, on to the next chapter.

” ‘Mione, are you okay?” Harry asked as McGonagall left. He turned and looked at her seriously.

She gave him a tired smile in return, “Yeah, I’m just ready to go to sleep.” She saw Harry’s worried face and gave him a comforting hug. “I’ll be fine Harry! I’m worried about you, will you be fine?”

“With you by my side, I can get through anything. I’m a bit peeved with Ron, but he’ll come round, he always does.” He picked Hermione up and laughed as she giggled.

“Harry James Potter! Put me down now!” she said in as strict a voice as possible. She was giggling the whole time, though. Harry ran up the stairs despite Hermione’s protests and swiftly put her down on the landing.

“Awww, what’d you do that for? I don’t wanna go to bed..” Hermione mumbled as she said this and stifled a yawn.

“But you do Hermione. You know you want to sleep.” Harry checked his watch. “And no wonder why? It’s gone 2 am!” Harry stifled a yawn and walked Hermione to the stairs leading to the Girls Dormitory.

“Well,” Harry began, dragging his hand through his hair, “Goodnight ‘Mione. Don’t forget to wake me up to open presents.” Harry then gave Hermione a hug and looked her in the eyes. ‘She has such beautiful eyes. Hermione looks so beautiful right now. I could just kiss her.’ Harry then plucked up all his courage and slowly leaned his head toward Hermione’s. He closed his eyes and gently crushed his lips to hers.

Hermione saw Harry turn towards her and look into her eyes. ‘my gosh, he has such green eyes. What is he? His head is coming closer. Is he going to?’ She felt his lips crush onto hers. Just as she realized what had happened his lips went away.

“Go-Goodnight Harry. I’ll get you up before I open my presents, don’t worry.” Hermione then leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

Harry watched as Hermione walked up the stairs to her dorm. ‘She is one of the prettiest girls here, how did I not notice that before tonight?’ Harry fell asleep thinking about his feelings towards a one Hermione Granger.

Hermione felt giddy inside. She just had her first kiss. And her first kiss was with Harry Potter! The boy she’d fancied since he saved her from the troll in first year. She fell into a peaceful sleep.

Harry was having a wonderful dream. He and Hermione were in a meadow chasing each other. He tackled Hermione, flipping her onto his shoulders. As he did this he heard someone faintly calling his name.

“Harry, Harry wake up!” Hermione sighed in exasperation. It was nearly eight on Christmas Day. Harry showed no sign of getting up

Harry tried to keep his face perfectly neutral as he shifted. He rolled over so he was facing Hermione and quickly wrapped his right arm around Hermione’s waist. Seeing that her had her securely in his grasp Harry quickly rolled onto his back pulling Hermione on top of him.

“Wha- AH! Harry!” Hermione giggled as she landed on top of him. “I should have known you weren’t asleep.” Hermione grumbled. Harry seized the opportunity and his hands flew to Hermione’s waist. He was mercilessly tickling her.

“Harr- Harry! Stop It!” Hermione giggled uncontrollably.

“Oh no Miss Granger. I won’t stop until you say sorry for waking me up this early.” Harry was now laughing as well and his green eyes were sparkling with amusement. He stopped for a second, to put his glasses on, but Hermione was too quick. She had her hands on Harry’s waist and was tickling him. She was laughing heartily.

Harry grabbed Hermione’s hands and flipped her so he was the one on top.

“Ahhh! Harry! What was that-” Hermione stopped mid sentence and glanced to her left. Her face took on a more serious look. Neville Longbottom was standing next to the curtains of Harry’s four poster with an amused look on his face. All around the dorm Harry’s roommates were looking questioningly at the pair.

“What’s wrong ‘Mione?” Harry asked before he looked around the room. “Oh.” Harry fell on top of Hermione. His mind was racing. ‘What are they thinking is going on? This is awkard.’

“Happy Christmas?” he spoke to the room At the same time Harry rolled off of Hermione and offered her his hand. The entire room erupted into laughter. Harry felt his face flush so he turned around and pulled Hermione up from his bed. He gave her a crooked smile and whispered “Meet you in the Common Room in a bit.” Hermione smiled shyly and left the boys dorm.

All eyes turned to Harry. “What? She tried to wake me up so I started to tickle her. Nothing more.” He sighed exasperatedly and dug in his trunk for clothing. Harry changed into a black pair of jeans and a grey t shirt. He also put an emerald green jumper that matched his eyes on. Harry again dug through his trunk and fished out a set of neatly wrapped presents.

Flashback:

Last Hogsmeade weekend Harry had snuck off to find the perfect present for Hermione. He’d spent hours looking for a good gift before the book caught his eye. He had looked through the entire store and had almost given up when he saw the book. It was a first edition of Hogwarts, A History. Harry knew that was the perfect gift as he saw the way the gold lined pages sparkled and seemed to call out ‘Hermione’ to him. He also bought Hermione a bag made to hold infinite amount of books and stay at a reasonable weight.

Harry slowly made his way down to the common room with the presents hidden behind his back. He saw Hermione sitting in his favorite armchair by the fireplace with two cups of what looked like cocoa and a wrapped package.

Hermione was sitting in the squishy armchair by the fire thinking about Harry and his ridiculous tickling fest from earlier that morning. ‘What has got into him? He wasn’t that carefree, well not since first year. But it is a nice sight to see’ Hermione was interrupted from her musings when a shadow fell over her.

“Hey Harry” Hermione called to her best friend. “Want some cocoa?” she smiled at him and offered the other cup she was holding to him. Harry smiled and took the cup.

“Since when have you known me to refuse cocoa? And here Hermione, I have something for you. I hope you like it.” Harry smiled a goofy grin and produced the two boxes.

“Well Mr. Potter I have something for you too. Happy Christmas.” She gave Harry a wink and tossed him a heavy box wrapped in paper with snitches flying around the paper.

“Well then, who goes first, you or me?” Harry asked as he squeezed himself next to Hermione in the armchair. She looked up at him questioningly. “What? I can’t sit next to you in my favorite chair? And I say ladies first on the presents.”

“Isn’t this just a bit uncomfortable Harry? I’m kind of squished here.” Harry gave Hermione his best puppy dog eyes and she moved to sit on his lap so they could share the chair.

“I hope you know that won’t always work on me Harry.” Hermione said as she sighed contentedly and began to open her presents. Harry looked down at her as she opened the book. Hermione’s eyes went wide with surprise and excitement. She was in awe of Harry’s gift.

“It’s perfect. Harry! You shouldn’t have! It must have cost a fortune! Where did you find one? Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” She exclaimed happily while she examined the book.

“Hermione, that’s not all. Open the book. There’s something special in there for you.” He was smiling warmly at Hermione and his heart felt like it would explode. Hermione was happy. He picked the best gift he could. She looked up at Harry incredulously as if there was nothing better than the book.

She opened the book and on the inside of the cover was a gold plaque with the inscription:

To my best friend and anchor Hermione. You have always been there for me, even when everyone else abandoned me. You are the best friend I could ever imagine. This is the most perfect present for the most perfect girl in the world.

~ Love, Harry James Potter~

Hermione’s eyes welled up with tears. Not only did her Harry give her a first edition book of Hogwarts, A History but he had a gold plate with a heartfelt inscription added to it. Hermione turned around and wrapped her arms around Harry’s chest and put her head on his shoulder. Harry immediately hugged Hermione back and smiled.

“Th-Thank you Harry. That’s the best present anyone has ever given me. I can’t thank you enough.” She gave Harry a watery smile and a peck on the cheek.

“Hermione that gift is just a tiny token of my appreciation. I don’t know how to express how much you mean to me. You are the only one I can trust not to betray me. I know you’ll always be there for me so I need some way to show you just how much I care and appreciate it.” With that said Harry leaned down and slowly brought his lips to Hermione’s.

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Setting: 3 Reasons All Stories Need Worldbulding

Setting: 3 Reasons All Stories Need Worldbulding

So, when you think of worldbuilding likely the first thing that comes to mind is a sci-fi or fantasy novel. While in those novels worldbuilding is an essential part of the story to create a suspension of disbelief, I believe that worldbuilding needs to be a part of every story.

  1. All Stories Have a Setting

In order to begin with the importance of worldbuilding, lets talk about something else: setting. You can’t have a story without a setting. Think about it. Would Harry Potter be the same if we knew nothing about Hogwarts? What about Silence of the Lambs? Without setting a story doesn’t seem real. We all take things in about our environment through every sense, whether we realize it or not. That said, in a story set in an actual location, worldbuilding can be as simple as looking up the weather, spying on Google Earth and putting a few pictures of your locations where you can see them while writing. The good part is, if you know the general physical characteristics of a place the inside of building, and small details like that will instantly be credible if you got the rest of the details right.

2. Every Setting is a Character

When crafting setting it is important to think about how your setting will influence your story. Trying to write a murderous story set in a bright, shining city, with no negative emotions or connotations expressed in the setting, the world will feel out of place in your story. While I’m not saying that you can’t set a murder in sunny California, you need to pay attention to how the setting is described, especially when there is a murderer lurking. Making sure that your setting tonally matches what you’re writing is a part of worldbuilding and important for all stories.

3. Knowing Your World

If you know your world, the setting of the story, it is easy to use it to trap your characters and to enhance their experience. Whether this means crafting an entirely new world, or simply looking at how setting your story in different places can change it, this is an important step in writing your stories. If, when working on setting you find that your current world is slightly wrong, you can fix it before you have a monster of a novel and have to work over every little thing to see what is not working then realize you need to change items in your setting. For example, in my current novel I’m writing it as set in Bozeman, Montana in the winter. Hunting for a serial killer is tough anyways, but when I add in the fact that there tends to be heavy snowfall, chilling temperatures, and the potential for my heroine to get caught in a snowstorm, that both ups the stakes and adds a unique element to my story.

Well, that’s about all I have for this topic at the moment. What are your opinions on worldbuilding and setting? Next week for Writing Wednesdays: 5 Tips on Writing LGBT Characters