I love writing fan fiction. Any type of fan fiction for me, it doesn't really matter. But, I've recently taken a liking to Harry Potter fan fiction. I haven't had much luck in writing other fan fictions, but I think I've finally found my niche. People seem to like the other HP stories I have written. Counting all of them up, it comes to the great total of...one. Yes. One. It's liked though. One of my friends liked it so much, he decided to write a HP story for himself. *chuckles to self* He's a good writer. Quite an imagination that boy has. But, that's a good thing. I really hope my story(ies) are liked here.
Summary: What is love? Does anyone know the answer to that question? Hermione thinks she has a pretty good answer, but she's never been in love. Well, wait. Yes, she has. She is. Right now. She's in love with the raven haired, green eyed boy sitting across the common room. He doesn't know it though, and most likely, he doesn't feel the same way. Oh, here he comes. He's coming to talk to her. She notices something different in his eyes. This time, when she looks in them, they aren't angry or sad, they hold a different emotion. But...what is it? (Ohh. I suck at summaries. I hope you like this though.)