Hermione stopped, then shook her head. "I just meant-never mind. I mean-well-Harry, I was thinking. I wouldn't change anything from making friends with you and fighting at the Ministry and saving Sirius and getting to the Stone and just everything. I wouldn't. Would you?"

Once she was safely outside, Hermione took off running as fast as she could. Though the grounds were huge, she reached the Quidditch Pitch in less then a minute. "Harry!" she exclaimed, seeing him just landing.

Hermione blinked, suddenly almost angry. "Of course I am! I'm terrified for you!" It all came out in a rush. "You could die! Or worse! You don't know how it's going to happen and this isn't fair! You're not supposed to be competing and-"

A story about eleven and 12-year-old Hermione's life, when she learns about Hogwarts, finds her first real friend, and discovers her magical new world.

"Draco, what is this?" Emily sounded stricken. She handed the book to Julie, who read falteringly, "Dark Secrets for Dark People." "But Draco," Julie said innocently, "you're not a dark person. You have blond hair and you aren't evil, either." Draco/Other Character

Hermione jumped up and down excitedly, grabbed Harry's arm, and dragged him downstairs. She halted at the laundry room door and yelled, "Harry and I are going to the village!" Then, before Mrs. Weasley could come charging out haughtily, she sprinted to the front door and threw it open.

"I was crazy yesterday," Ginny said, looking straight ahead instead of at Hermione.  "And I'm really sorry.  I was just thinking about Draco Malfoy at Hogsmeade Station.  That made me sort of loopy or something."

Hermione felt they were happy too, up in the pale blue sky. She felt that maybe, just maybe, everybody in the world had something to be happy about.

Ginny's eyes widened. What was he thinking of? She couldn't imagine how she could go to Hogsmeade without people knowing, or why Draco Malfoy would help her. But here he was, standing there, waiting for her to answer.

"Why would I get back, you idiot?" she called as The Doctor ran sillily to her. "I was talking about California because I love the beaches. We're AT a beach. I'm not getting back in."

"Elsa!" the voice came ringing into her as if shiny little Anna was standing right there in front of her. As if it was perfectly normal for her to speak to Elsa, to see Elsa, to even know who Elsa was. Which she didn't, of course.

Spanned out in front of Rose, was, well, not much. In fact, to most people, it would be the scene for a very strange dream, maybe even a nightmare. But not to Rose. Not to brave traveler Rose. Or, fine, not to Antarctic-fascinated Rose.

The thought that Harry understood having secrets made her feel like he understood her, which of course he did. She knew he always did, but it was a reminder, anyway. "I was just thinking about what we're doing," she said slowly. "What if it doesn't work? What if You-Know-Who finds out and we can't get rid of them?"

Hermione's eyes widened. Yet Draco didn't look mean, merely casual and faintly amused. "Would you really want to be seen with a mudblood?" she said sharply, gaining a bit more confidence now that she knew Draco wasn't here just to laugh at her for being petrified.

"Draco?" she said slowly. "How have you been?" Draco glanced around, almost indicatively. "Fine. You?" *Written for siriuslymrsmalfoy*

Harry didn't answer, but Hermione felt like she had to continue. "He's back, Harry, and everyone is scared, and how are we going to get on? What are we going to do?"

"I heard you," Draco said, still grinning. "But I just love you. I mean, obviously you're a Gryffindor and a Weasley and a blood traitor and all that, but other then that, you're so much like me. It's like a spitting image."

Harry ignored this and pulled her back to the Weasleys. "I don't want to beat around the bush," Harry said loudly, not even acknowledging that he was back and talking to them. "Hermione and I are dating." -Written for BigTimeGleekBTR-

Hermione shuddered, thinking, and Harry shoved his essay aside. "You know that isn't what I meant," he said. "I know this is important, I promise."

"Oh, what is it?" she asked, wondering why he wasn't in the castle studying away for his O.W.Ls. "Nothing," Neville said quickly. "I just saw you from Gryffindor Tower and thought you might be lonely or-or something."