| ||Rating: 15+||Story Reviews: 23|
Characters: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Draco, Ginny
Genre(s): Drama, Romance
Pairings: Harry/Hermione, Ron/Lavender
Status: Work In Progress|
First Published: 2010.12.02
Last Published Chapter: 2011.11.24
Last Updated: 2011.11.24
Favorite Story Of: 22 users
| ||Advisory: Strong Language, Strong Violence, Scenes of a Mild Sexual Nature, Substance Use or Abuse|
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I hated Potions. Not that I wasn't good at the subject, but it wasn't any help for me that Harry had a considerably large amount of help from the Half-Blood Prince. Yes, I, Hermione Jean Granger, was jealous.
Hermione was always the best, and she most certainly could not become second best to Harry Potter. What happens when they find themselves with mysteries and secrets to unfold?
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Potions. If it had been any other year, I would have half-enjoyed it. Even if Snape had been teaching us, which is saying something. I cannot bear to come second best to Harry again.
Sometimes I wanted to hate Harry. This was one of those extremely rare times.
"I don't have a bloody clue what you're up to, but if you dare get us in trouble you will be cursed into the next millenium!"
I could not let Harry tell Dumbledore any further. I'd have to say that it was someone else... or that I didn't know who it was. I wish I hadn't made that stupid deal...
As I pulled back the curtain surrounding my bed, I narrowed my eyes at the person lying in the bed opposite me.
"I'm not stupid, look," He pulled his red and gold scarf from his neck and folded it around the necklace inside. It looked familiar, I was sure I'd seen it before... "Hermione... isn't this from-"
Preparing myself with a sigh, I followed Harry into the office.
This was Harry Potter, my... I wasn't quite sure what he was to me anymore. He was my best friend, my confidant - as I was to him - but what could I call him now?
I didn't move. Something had happened - Harry had seen or heard something that shocked him, there was a confused look in his eyes. Not the oh-I-don't-understand-this-Transfiguration-question look, that he gave me very often... but as if he couldn't believe what he'd witnessed.
He passed a small box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans, a distinct smell of chocolate, lemon and sea salt coming from it.
A sensation as though ice water was trickling down my back hit me.
If that was what Harry had foreseen, I certainly couldn't tell him it was true. I didn't want to think about it yet – maybe I could put it off until later. That wouldn't work; I'd just be fuelling the fire to my worries by doing that.
"You can't change any of this, can you?" I hesitated by the door, waiting for an answer. It was a shot in the dark, a hope that he felt some remorse for what he and Bellatrix Lestrange had done.
"Harry! Don't!" I said sternly, and was met by Harry's look of confusion and rage.
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