Stay With Me | A HARMIONE FANFIC

Chapter 1: Back to the Burrow

A/N This story starts the summer before the trio's fourth year. I wrote this story using both the books and the movie because I love them equally. Also love this cover ^^

He stepped into the fire, looking over his shoulder as he said,'The Burrow!'
Harry spun faster and faster, elbows tucked in tightly, blurred fireplaces flashing past him until he started to feel sick and closed his eyes.

'Did he eat it?' said an eager George, holding his hand out to help Harry to his feet.

'Yeah' Harry said, straightening up. 'What was it?'

'Ton-Tongue Toffee,' said his identical twin brightly.

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Harry listened in amusement as the two other Red-haired people introduced themselves as Bill and Charlie Weasley right before their father confronted the mischievous twins.

His face broke into a wide smile as two girls descended the crooked stairs.

There she was: her hair as bushy as ever, white teeth shining and her thin lips drawn up to a beautiful smile.

Hermione's POV

My heart seemed to stop when I saw Harry sitting on the couch, his hair messy as always, trying to cover up his lighting bolt scar, the light reflecting his round glasses.

I always felt something when I was around him. Obviously there was no logical explanation for this so I decided to ignore it.

BUT SOMETIMES IT'S JUST TOO DAMN HARD.

Get a grip on yourself Granger.

'Uhm, Hermione?'

Next thing I knew Harry and I were almost nose to nose. Almost. I looked around only to find the living room abandoned.

'Ahh-uhh y-yeah,' I stuttered as I made the mistake of looking into his emerald eyes.

Harry's POV

If there is one thing about Hermione's eyes is that it's easy to get lost in them. They're this pretty chocolate brown colour.

'It's good to see you again Harry,' she said quietly.

Suddenly, I felt this sudden urge to be closer to her, like nothing I've ever felt before.

'It's good to be back.' GOOD?! IT'S FRIGGING THRILLING. 'I missed you.'

'Aww, little Harry missed me?' she teased me in an adorable baby voice.

'What? Are you saying you didn't miss me?'

'Nope.'

'Really?'

'Not just one bit?'

'Nah-ah' She shakes her head with each syllable.

'All the letters you sent me say otherwise'

Her eyes widened and she blushed just enough for me to notice.

'Only because I got bored.'

'Oh, so I'm your last option. Gee, thanks Hermione,' I joked

'You don't have to worry about that, Harry you'll always be my first.' I smiled then, realising what I had just said I hurriedly added, 'option.

Hermione's POV
The next day

So guess what; today is the day of the Quidditch Word. I could not be less excited - I mean what's so fun about people flying on brooms?

Anyways, Mrs Weasley has asked me to wake the boys up. I replied with a lazy 'okay' and started towards the attic.
Let me tell you: what I saw in there was definitely a wake up call.

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'Wake up. Wake up Ronald!' I told my other best friend. He opened his eyes, groaned and them closed them again.

'Ugh, this is no use,' I told myself. Maybe awakening Harry would require less of my energy.

God, Granger be a little more enthusiastic.

'Harry? I grabbed his hand and shook it. He sat up immediately. It was then that I realised he was shirtless.
A/N I know he's not shirtless in the picture but use your imagination - I'm sure it's not that hard ;)

My eyes widened as I stared at his torso. I was so absorbed in his body that I hadn't realised he had started speaking.

Snap out of it, Granger.

I quickly recover and said, 'You should really get dressed join us for breakfast; we don't want to be late for the World Cup do we?'

'Yeah because it really starts at,' he starts sarcasticly and looks at his alarm clock,' bloody hell six in the morning?! Oh, or maybe you've lost track of time staring Harry?' Ron sniggered.

I forgot he was there for a moment.
I simply said, 'I was not staring at him.' even though my constant blushing made it obvious.

'Riiiiggghht....'

'Ugh, you are so impossible sometimes.'

'Tell me something I don't know' he smirked. I rolled my eyes.

Harry's POV

Listening to my best friends continuing to banter makes me wanna rip Ron's head of his body. I know nothing could ever happen to them (because lets be honest they annoy the crap out of each other, it's a wonder they're friends) but I just don't want Hermione getting hurt.
But is that all? A little voice in the back of my head said.
Then I started to wonder 'Is that all....?'
Nah, it couldn't possibly..

Ron's POV

I saw Harry shoot me a death glare out of the corner of my eyes. Yeah, that definitely confirms my suspicions. Time to play matchmaker....