Hey guys, I'm Evangeline or Eviee for short..This is not my first fan fic on SS, but I really do hope this is my best one so far. Well before I start, I'd like to say a few thank you's.
First, to ChloeeChloverr for coming up with the title to this story, when I couldn't think of one good enough.
Secondly, I'd like to thank D.A Forever for giving me the quote (that's in my story) when I asked for a good quote to do about love from a book.
Lastly, I'd like to thank all those that read this (though it probably would sound better at the end of the story) but I think it's nice to say thank you now. Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story, they all belong to none other then J.K Rowling. The quote that I mentioned earlier was written by Nicholas Sparks in his book, A Walk to Remember. Credit to Sarah, Down The Rabbit Hole <3
CHAPTER GUIDE!!! Chapter One , Chapter Two , Chapter Three-Part One , Chapter Three-Part Two ,
Chapter Four , Chapter Five , Chapter Six , Chapter Seven ,
Chapter Eight , Chapter Nine , Chapter Ten , Chapter Eleven , Chapter Twelve , Chapter Thirteen CHAPTER ONE
Her book slid from her sweaty hands and onto the floor, with a loud bang!Hermione jerked awake at the sound and sat up from where she had been slumped awakedly, asleep. Rubbing her tired eyes she leant down and picked up her book. Looking at her book she glumply noticed a page of the book had been bent in a strainge way, so that it underlined another line of that page.
'Love is always patient and kind, it is never jealous. Love is never boastful or conceited, it is never rude or selfish. It does not take offense and is not resentful. Love takes no pleasure in other people's sins, but delights in the truth. It is always ready to excuse, to trust, to hope, and to endure whatever comes'
The line reminded Hermione of something, although she couldnt remember where from. It nagged at the back of her head as she stood up. Placing the book lightly on her desk she made her way to the small window of the room. Looking out into the street below. The street was still dark, with blue patches across the sky where the sunlight fought against the night.
Curling up, she placed her head on her knees. Letting her finger trace small patterns on the window. Birds swooped past the window, carrying their breakfast's, and the first sign of people came to life. But although all this was happening Hermione was trapped in her own thoughts.
Hermione had come to the conclusion that love was just too different for her to understand. It was something not even a
book could explain to her.
What if I had already found love? she asked herself, for the hundredth time that holiday.
Sighing to herself, she came back to earth, noticing first a boy about her age walking past her house. His blond hair blowing in the breeze, his pale skin glisterling in the early light. Hermione watched him past by, not looking left or right, and turn the corner at the end of the street.
Sighing again, she stood and walked toward her bedroom door, heading for breakfast.
So what did you guys think? It isnt much I know but...I hope to get a few people to read this before I post the next chapter...fingers crossed!