Life Everchanging. [Rating=R. 4 Lan. and SC]

[Brittany]

[glow=pink,2,300]mwahaha. this is my story. i hope you like it. im writing chapter four right now. so, ill post it when i get it done. um...r&r please. im up for constructive criticism, but please be gentle. haha. anyways...

[DISCLAIMER: All characters belong to the very talented J.K. Rowling. The plot, however, belongs to me. Yup.][/glow]




this is all in Hermione's POV...just so you know.

Prologue

You’ve heard the saying, “Some things never change,” right? Yes, well, whoever said that needs to be kicked in the head. I might sound a little harsh, but they were completely wrong. I always believed that saying…that is, I always believed that saying up until about 3 months ago.

*flashback*
“Hey ‘Mione, I need to talk to you. You too, Ron.” Harry said. He was avoiding eye contact with us. Ron and I were sitting in the Gryffindor common room saying goodbye to our friends. It was the last day before all the students at Hogwarts left to go back home for the summer. It was mine, Harry and Ron’s 6th year at school. After the summer, we would be in our last year.

Harry had just walked into the common room and told Ron and I that he needed to talk to us. He’d been acting strange for the past month…ever since he’d fought Voldemort and finally defeated him. Harry, Ron, and I walked out of the common room and down to the grounds of Hogwarts. Harry sighed, “I…” I looked at him, “What is it?” I urged. Words failed him. We just walked around silently.

Finally, Harry stopped walking. He turned around and faced Ron and I because he’d been walking a little bit ahead of us, “I need to say something. I need you to hear me out…to understand me. Okay?” Ron and I nodded. Harry put his face in his hands. He rubbed his eyes like he was trying to wake up from a long sleep. I knew this wasn’t what he was doing, though. According to Ron, Harry hadn’t slept in weeks. He just sat in his bed, staring out the window in the boys’ dorm. Harry removed his hands from his face and looked at me. He took a step closer and then turned and looked at Ron. “I’m not coming back to Hogwarts next year.”
*end flashback*

[Brittany]

Chapter 1


I am sitting here, in my room at my house in London, wondering why Harry would say that he wasn’t coming back to Hogwarts for our final year. I thought he was joking at first, but I saw the seriousness on his face. He walked away from Ron and I, leaving us dumbstruck. We just looked at each other. So, now I’m waiting. Waiting for the summer to end so I can go back to school and see if Harry was just kidding.

All of a sudden, it hit me. I glanced around my room, looking for a spare bit of parchment. I finally found some in my trunk at the foot of my bed. I grabbed it quickly, went back to my desk, and started to write.

Dear Harry, I paused. I didn’t know what I was going to say to him. I knew I wouldn’t receive a pleasant reply if I wrote, ’Dear Harry, Could you please tell me why you were acting like a complete nutter at the end of school? Love, Hermione.’ I clicked my tongue in thought. How could I question him without sounding like I was pressing him for answers. When I finally finished, I looked over what I had just written.



I quickly attached the letter to my tawny owl, Hermes, leg. “Go find Harry, Herms. Don’t leave until he gives you an answer.” I told her. She hooted softly and flew out my window. I climbed into bed, eager for tomorrow.

When I woke up the next morning, Hermes was on my desk, waiting patiently for me to wake up. I rushed over to her and took the letter from her leg. I unrolled it and scanned Harry’s letter. I smiled to myself as I was trying to make out his somewhat sloppy handwriting…<br>
It started out, ‘Mione. I loved it when he used that nickname. He always used it affectionately. It gave me a warm feeling inside, but I quickly shook it off and continued reading.




I folded up the letter hurriedly. I grabbed my jacket and walked down stairs to find my mother in the kitchen. “Mother?” I whispered. She turned to face me, “Yes, dear?” “I’m going out for a while. Going to meet a friend, if that’s okay with you, I mean.” She smiled sweetly, “Sure. Be home before supper.” I nodded and walked out the front door.

Wait a second, I thought to myself, how in Merlins’ name am I going to get all the way to Surrey? A little voice came to me in the back of my head, You’re a witch, Hermione. Remember? I smiled. Oh yeah. I had just passed my Apparition test last week. In a matter of seconds, I was transported to Harry’s doorstep.

I knocked on the door quietly. Nobody came, so I knocked on the door again…a little louder this time. I finally heard someone running down the stairs. The door opened abruptly and Harry Potter stood in the frame. He smiled at me, “Hello, ‘Mione.” I smiled back, “Hey. Can I come in?” Harry opened the door wider and beckoned me inside. “My aunt and uncle took Dudley out for dinner.” He told me, closing the door. I looked at him, “Why didn’t you go along?” His smiled widened, “Not the model nephew, remember?” “Ahh. Yes. Well…” We both stood in silence for a moment. He finally broke it, “D’you want some tea or something?” “Sure. Tea sounds nice.” I told him, looking around. There were pictures of a little round kid all over the walls. I was sure this was Harry’s cousin, Dudley. Harry was right, he did look like a little sausage. I laughed, still scanning the wall. I didn’t see any pictures of Harry there. It didn’t really surprise me though. The Dursley's didn't really strike me as the sort of people who would put up pictures of a boy who blew up his uncle's sister.

Harry came back out of the kitchen with two cups of tea. He handed one to me, “Let’s go up to my room.” he said, looking up the stairs, “That way, if my aunt and uncle come home early, they won’t kill me for having a girl in the house.” I started up the stairs with Harry, carefully trying not to spill the very full cup of tea he’d handed me. “I’m really glad you came, ‘Mione. I really need someone to talk to. You’re the only one I can tell.” I smiled at his comment, but nothing could have ever prepared me for what he was about to tell me.

[Brittany]

Chapter 2


I walked into Harry’s room. It was exactly as I had imagined. It was a bit messy, there were Quidditch posters hung up all over the walls, and spell books and bits of parchment were scattered all over his desk. Harry sat down on his bed and motioned for me to do the same. I felt a bit awkward, but joined him. I had to know what was going on with him. Harry turned toward me after setting his tea on his table beside his bed, “’Mione, I’m going to tell you something. But, I have to…c-confess something, too.” I looked at him, “Okay…” I was a bit nervous, not expecting anything he was about to say.

“Okay.” He took a deep breath, “I’ve recently started to have some…” he stopped in the middle of his sentence. I could see how hard this was for him. Though I wasn’t sure what he was going to tell me, I knew it would have something to do with Voldemort. I reached over and grabbed his hand that was placed on his knee, urging him to go on with what he was saying. Harry gave me a warm smile and apparently mustered up the confidence about what he started to say, “I recently started having some…feelings for…for you.” I was taken aback for a second. “Really?” I asked. I was rejoicing inside. I had always sort of had a crush on Harry since 5th year, but I never thought my feelings were reciprocated.

Harry looked down at our hands. He intertwined our fingers and then looked up at me, “Yeah. Well, see…the night before I acted like a major prat to you and Ron, I had a vision that Voldemort,” he shuddered, “that he k-killed you both.” I gasped. Harry had told me of other visions he’d had where people had been hurt or killed, but none of them had ever included him killing or hurting me or Ron. Harry wrapped his arms around me, “I don’t what anything like what happened in my vision to happen to you…or Ron.” I was too stunned to speak. I didn’t know…well, I mean, I had always sort of suspected. I sighed loudly. There were many things going through my head. Harry pulled away from me and stared at me, apparently expecting me to say something. I didn’t know what to say. “’Mione, this would be a good time to talk to me.” he pleaded.

I opened my mouth to start to talk, but closed it abruptly when I heard a door slam downstairs. My eyes widened when I heard someone coming up the stairs. Harry jumped up from the bed and ran to his trunk he quickly pulled out his invisibility cloak and threw it over me just as the door burst open to his room.

“Hello, Uncle Vernon,” Harry said sullenly, “Back so soon?” His uncle stared back at him with beady black eyes, “Just wanted to make sure you didn’t go anywhere while we were gone, boy,” he snarled, “You can come down and fix your dinner when ever you want, just don’t disturb Dudley while he’s watching T.V. Understand?” Harry nodded his head and his uncle closed the door. I pulled the invisibility cloak off my head and stared at Harry, “I can’t believe the way they treat you,” I whispered. Harry jumped and turned around. He walked back over and sat on the bed. “So,” he asked quietly, “Any response to what I said earlier?” I sighed and looked up at Harry. He was sitting there staring at me. I couldn’t believe that out of all the girls he had fawning over him, he would choose me. It made me happy to know that I was the one he choose, but I was just…awestruck. I studied his features as I was gathering my thoughts of what to say to him.

First off, his hair. I smiled to myself, he had the most stubborn hair I had ever seen. It was jet black and it stuck up in every direction. I’ve always wondered what it would be like to run my hands through it. Then, I moved my eyes down level with his. He had amazing eyes. Jade green in color, and they held every emotion he felt. When he was happy, they were bright, sparkling, and vibrant, when he was sad, they were not sparkling, but more jaded, like he was uninterested in whatever was going on around him, and when he was angry, they were filled with aversion. Then, my eyes traveled to his lips. I immediately blushed because of what I was thinking.

Harry brought be back to realization…he snapped his fingers in front of me, “’Mione? Still with me?” I smiled and looked into his eyes. Acting completely on impulse, I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his. He was a little surprised at first, but immediately started returning the kiss.

[Morris]

WoW! Brittany, this story is great so far, I wouldn't change anything. The use of words, the detail, the suspense. The entire thing was awesome. I can't wait for more.TEXT

[Brittany]

thanks casey. you rock. lol. here's the next chapter, just for you. i think this chapter is a bit...uhm...suggestive. lol. just read on. you'll see.

Chapter 3
You know the feeling you get when someone touches you and they shock you. Yes, well…that’s what happened to me when Harry started returning my kiss, except the shock was multiplied by 100. I thought for sure he would pull away, look at me disgustedly, and tell me to get out of his bedroom, but he didn’t. I knew it was a little risky to be sitting here on Harry’s bed, kissing him with his aunt, uncle, and cousin downstairs, able to burst in on us any minute, but I really could have cared less at that moment because of what Harry started doing. Clearly, Voldemort and his vision were no longer on his mind.

A shiver went through me as I felt Harry’s tongue on my lips. I relaxed my mouth, letting him go a little bit further if he wanted to and our tongues clashed. He pushed me back to where I was laying down on his bed. His hands left my neck and they moved downward. He came to the zipper on my coat and he pulled it down. He threw my jacket onto the floor once he got it off of me.

I was completely shocked at his reaction. I had just meant to show him that I felt the same way he did, but I guess he took it as an invitation. Don’t get me wrong though…I’m not complaining. It felt so right, what he was doing. His hand traveled down my side, and when he came to the hem of my shirt, he slid his hand underneath it.

His hand kept going up…slowly. Oh, so slowly. I shivered again. All the while, he was still kissing me, his tongue exploring my mouth. I returned the gesture. His hand was still going up my shirt, his fingers dancing delicately around.

I became annoyed that he was teasing me, but I wasn‘t upset. A loud noise from downstairs broke us apart. He looked down at me, his bright green eyes twinkling, “Sorry, luv, but I think I have to go downstairs now. Have to go make sure Uncle Vernon isn’t trying to bash any owls that are bringing me letters.” I smiled, noticing he called me ‘luv.’ I liked it. As soon I started kissing Harry, all my thoughts of Voldemort and Harry’s vision were cleared from my mind. Apparently, from the way Harry reacted, he’d forgotten all about it too.

I reluctantly got up and put my jacket back on. Harry was about to walk out of his door, but I grabbed his arm to stop him. “One for the road?” I asked, smiling seductively. He laughed and kissed me gently. I hugged him, and he smiled when I pulled away, “Bye, luv.” Harry walked out of his room and I hugged myself, doing a little dance. Nothing could have made me happier at that moment. I disaperated with a soft pop and was in my bedroom again. I walked downstairs, finding my mother still in the kitchen. “Hello mother.” I said, sighing. My mother chuckled, “Had a nice time with your friend, dear?” I smiled, “Yes mother. A wonderful time!”

“What was a wonderful time?” My father asked, eyeing me suspiciously as he walked into the room. “Just catching up with a friend, daddy.” “Was this friend…a boy?” He asked me. I was about to sputter out an answer when my mother came to the rescue, “He’s just a friend, dear.” My mother said gently. My father clicked his tongue disapprovingly but said nothing else.

My mother motioned to me to follow her into the living room. “Who did you go see, Hermione?” she asked, looking at me excitedly. I smiled at my mother’s eagerness…we were like best friends, my mom and I. “Harry Potter, mother. You remember him.” My mother clapped her hands together, “Ooh, very nice looking young man? Black hair?” I nodded, “Yes, that’s him.” My mother smiled. She gave me a very mischievous look as she looked at my out of the corner of her eyes, “So…” I looked at her, smirking. I knew she knew. From the stupid look on my face when I came back home, how could she not know? “Did he kiss you?” My mother asked, still looking at me out of the corners of her eyes. I nodded and she squealed. I placed my head in my hands, “Mother…don’t make a big--” “Nonsense,” my mother said smiling, “it’s a very big deal. So, how was it?” I sighed, “It was…wait a second. MOTHER!” She laughed, “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.” I kiss my mother on the cheek and walked upstairs to my room. I needed to talk to another girl…someone who would understand what I was talking about.

All of a sudden it hit me, I yelled to my mother that I would be right back and disaperated again. This time I ended up on the doorstep of the Burrow. I knocked on the door. A tall, gangly red-headed boy opened the door. “Hello, ‘Mione. Come in.” I smiled, “Hey Ron! What’s up?” He closed the door after I walked in, “Nothing. What about you?” “I just needed to talk to Ginny. Is she here?” Ron smiled, “Yeah. She’s up in her room. You can go on up.” I smiled at Ron again and began walking up the stairs. I finally reached Ginny’s door and I knocked lightly. “Who is it?” A soft voice asked. “It’s me Ginny. Hermione.” I heard Ginny squeal and she opened the door. She flung her arms around me, “I’ve not had another girl to talk to in so long! I’m so glad you’re here.” I smiled, “That’s the exact reason I’m here. I need to talk to you about something that happened between me and…someone.”

Ginny smiled and invited me into her room. She closed the door behind us. “Who is this someone?” She asked, smiling, “I have to tell you about me and someone too.” I smiled, “Do you mind if I go first?” Ginny shook her head, “Not at all. Spill all the details. But first…who was it?” I whispered his name. “What was that?” Ginny asked. I knew she’d heard me…she was just giving me a hard time. I cleared my throat, “Harry.” Ginny squealed again. “I knew it was bound to happen sooner or later!!” I smiled, “Who’s yours about?” I asked, trying to get the subject away from me because I was blushing madly.

Ginny smiled, becoming slightly embarrassed. She was silent for a moment and she looked down at the ground. When she finally looked back up, her face was about the color of her hair. “Well?” I asked, smiling, excited to know what was going on. Ginny looked at me, “Don’t laugh.” I nodded. She sighed, “I think…I think I like…Draco."


oooh. dun dun DUN! haha. hope you like. sorry to leave you hanging again. lol. im writing chapter 4 now. R&R please, luvs. Thats right.

[Brittany]

Chapter 4


I looked down at my watch and gasped. It was ten o’clock. My parents weren’t going to be pleased with me. I hugged Ginny goodbye and got up to walk downstairs. As soon as I stepped out of her room, I heard it. The voices of Ron, and his two twin brothers, Fred and George, drifted up the stairs. As I neared the landing, I could make out their conversation. They were arguing about which Quidditch team was the best. Ron said the Chudley Cannons were the best, but Fred and George said Ireland had the best team. I could tell Ron was fighting a losing battle because the twins were yelling twice as loud, which was, in their favor, twice as effective. I reached the bottom of the stairs to see Ron, Fred, and George sitting around the table. Ron’s face had a slight tinge of pink from yelling, as did the twins faces. They looked over at me as I stepped off the last step. “Hello, Hermione.” Fred and George smiled and said together. I smiled in return, “Hello boys.” I turned to Ron, “Do you three ever stop arguing?” I asked, placing my hands on my hips. “No, they don’t.” I heard someone say behind me.

I turned around to see Mrs. Weasley standing over the sink with her wand, casting a spell for the dishes to wash themselves. The smile returned to my face, “Hello, Mrs. Weasley. How are you?” She put her wand down and turned toward me, “I’m good, dear. And you?” I smiled, “Fine. I just came to see Ginny.” Mrs. Weasley nodded, “Would you like a cup of tea, dear?” “No thank you, Mrs. Weasley. I have to get home.” Mrs. Weasley nodded again, “Well, nice seeing you, dear.” “You too.” I said as I walked toward the door. I stepped out into the cool night air and was about to apparate back home when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around to find Ron in front of me. His face was about three inches from mine. “Why, hello Ronald.” I said, smiling at him. The look on Ron’s face was one of pure seriousness, “Did you ever find out what Harry was playing at when he said he wasn’t coming back to Hogwarts?” I took a step away from him., “What do you mean, what he was playing at?” Ron sighed and ran a hand through his fire-red hair, “Don’t be daft, Hermione. You know what I mean. Have you heard from him at all this summer? He hasn’t sent me any letters…I’m starting to get worried.” I shivered a little, becoming aware of how cold it was outside. I didn’t want Ron to know I’d been at Harry’s earlier that evening. He’d find out what was going on between Harry and I. I knew I couldn’t let him find out because I knew he had feelings for me and it would break his heart. “No. I haven’t heard from him.” I said, lying. My face reddened, but luckily it was dark enough that Ron didn’t seem to notice.

“Hermione?” Ron asked, his voice becoming softer. I looked up at him, “Yeah?” Ron looked at me for a moment and then enveloped me in a big hug. “I’ll see you later, Hermione.” Ron said quietly. He turned around and walked back into the Burrow. I shrugged my shoulders and disaperated with a soft pop and was back in my room. I sighed. It was completely pitch black in my room, but I didn’t care. I walked over to my dresser to get clothes. My thoughts were set on taking a shower. That’s all I want to do. Suddenly, I stopped opening my dresser drawer. Something was standing in the corner of my room. I was just about to scream until the figure stepped into the moonlight being cast in by my window. The dark figure had raven-black hair, emerald eyes, and a jagged, lightning-shaped scar on his forehead. I placed a hand over my heart, feeling it beat wildly. I looked at him and whispered, “Damn it, Harry. You scared me to death.”

[CuddlebugWishes]

[glow=red,2,300]TEXT[/glow] Oh my gosh Brittany, OH MY GOSH this is a friggin awesome story!!! I cannot WAIT to read more so Hurrryyyyy uuup! LOL <3 lol.. oh and Hi Casey

[Kylie]

*giggles* ;D
wicked

[Brittany]

Kylie said:

*giggles* ;D
wicked

lmao. yes, i know. right? it's hott. rofl.

[Kylie]

Oh yes, undoubtably! *drools* ;D