Who: Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley and Harry Potter
What: Hermione and Harry meet on the train at the start of their first year.
When: Monday. June 6th, 1994. End of trio's 3rd year.
Where: The Forbidden Forest.
Rating: PG
Notes: Start of an epic line where Hermione is the Chosen One and Ginny, Harry and Hermione is the trio. Very AU.

Harry found himself terribly distracted as he sat in forest with the girl that was supposed to be his best friend. He was worried and afraid. Sirius wasn't the evil do-er he had thought he was. Professor Lupin was a werewolf who was out of control and had stalked them through the woods.

Hermione had finally showed him how she had been in two places at once. He could still feel the sting on the back of his hand where she had slapped it away when he tried to touch the Time Turner.

There had been a flurry of activity to save Buckbeak but now that it was over and they were simply waiting for the dead of night, Harry's head was filled with thoughts about his best friend and things that he shouldn't be thinking about her.

It didn't help that there were thoughts of his other best friend mixed in there as well…

"Are you cold?" he asked Hermione softly as they hid well away from Hagrid's hut with Buckbeak the hippogriff.

It had been a boring, anxiety filled wait and it wasn't over yet…

Who: Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley and Harry Potter
What: Hermione and Harry meet on the train at the start of their first year.
When: Monday. September 8th, 1991. Start of trio's 1st year.
Where: Hogwarts Express
Rating: G
Notes: Start of an epic line where Hermione is the Chosen One and Ginny, Harry and Hermione is the trio. Very AU.

Harry stood on Platform 9 and ¾ in King's Cross station with his mother and father. "Stop doting, Lily," James Potter admonished his wife gently as she tried to mat down Harry's cowlick for the hundredth time. "It's not going down, it's too much like mine." James gave his son an affectionate smile.

"Mom," the eleven year old complained. "You're embarrassing me…"

Lily pulled back with a sheepish, watery smile. "Sorry, hon." She went to stand next to her husband.

Harry gathered up his trunk and started to awkwardly drag it along. He wasn't going to cry. He had been anxious to get to Hogwarts and had been for years! He wasn't a baby! He wasn't going to cry…

Despite his vow, he got a little teary as he waved to his parents from the window as the train started moving. "Find Ginny," his mother called to him. "You two should sit together on the train!" The Weasleys and Potters were very close. Harry nodded and rolled his eyes, wishing his mother hadn't shouted it.

Once they were out of the station, Harry started to move through the cars looking for Ginny. Not finding her, Harry stowed his trunk in an empty car and sat down. Hopefully Ginny would find him.

Who: Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley
What: Ginny is restless on the way back to school
When: Jan 2nd, 1996
Where: Hogwarts Express
Rating:TBD

Restless. Ginny felt so restless she wanted to crawl right out of her skin. She was sitting on the edge of one of the traincar seats with Dean and he was playing with her hair. Ginny wanted to swat his hand away, she had had enough of Dean Thomas lately. It wasn’t that he wasn’t a decent bloke and a good snogger, but something was definatley off since before Christmas break when they had quarrled on the train on the way home. And then there was Harry, Harry who she had spent the last two weeks with and no matter how she tried to fit it, still loved him no matter how hard she tried not too. There had been an akward moment on the stairs when she was sure he was going to kiss her when everyone else had gone to bed, but Ron had interupted them.

Dean was prattling on to Seamus about Quidditch, neither of them had decent taste in teams or players. Dean made an off color remark about her favorite team, the Harpies, and nudged her in a way that irritated her. She hoped up at once as if she had been waiting for the nudge.
“Right, I’m off for a bit, I need to talk to Hermione,” she invented lamely and pushed the sliding door aside so she could exit before Dean could protest or follow her.

The hallway was pretty empty. She made her way down the corridor, peeking in here and there to see if anyone she wanted to talk to but didn’t find anyone. Ginny eventually found herself at the back of the train where there were a couple of empty cars, she slid the door open to the last one, pulled the blinds and sat down, leaning her face against the glass.

Who: Harry and Ginny
What: Spending the night together. A night of romance!
When: Saturday night.
Where: Room of Requirement.
Rating: NC-17

Harry was anxious to get to the Room of Requirement. He’d needed to craft a shield of lies to convince Ron why he wouldn’t be back that night and not to wait up for him or worry. He wondered how Ginny managed it.

Maybe she hadn’t? That only increased Harry’s apprehension as he snuck through the halls. He would need to try and avoid anyone seeing him out so close to curfew. His heart pounded the whole way, but made it to the Room of Requirement without incident.

Off to the side, he waited for Ginny to arrive. He didn’t know what location she would pick, but he was anxious to find out. Almost as anxious as he was to spend the night with her.

He wore the jeans that Ginny complimented him on a few weeks before and a t-shirt with a hoodie over it. He had tried to calm his wild hair with only moderate success. Pacing, he hoped that Ginny would arrive soon.

Who: Harry and Ginny
What: Someone spots his hot girlfriend in the halls…
When: Monday, after returning from Christmas break.
Where: Outside the Charms classroom.
Rating: NC-17, most certainly.

Hermione’s return to Grimmauld place had been a difficult one for Harry. It had taken a few days for them to talk everything out. He wasn’t sure that he had full insight into his friend’s thoughts and feelings, but he thought he had a pretty good idea by the end.

It had been hard to tell her what had happened between him and Ginny. It had been hard to tell Hermione about his conflicting feelings. She had gotten upset and he had gotten upset. There were talks about the future and about the present. Though he wasn’t sure why, Hermione thought it best that they be friends. They had shared something special and that she wouldn’t have wanted to share it with anyone else, but that they should be friends.

Harry was happy that she wasn’t too upset and he got happier the more he realized that he could be with Ginny.

Sadly, Harry didn’t have much of a chance to spend time with Ginny before they got back to school. In the five days before they went back, Harry hadn’t gotten to spend any time alone with her.

Now he was wandering the halls on his way to Potions when he saw Ginny with a few of her friends passing by. She had been on his mind all day. Waving, she smiled at her a little shyly.

Who: Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley
Where: 12 Grimmuld place
When: Christmas day
What: Harry and Ginny enjoy breakfast and... dessert
Rating: Nc17

Christmas morning had broke as usual. The family woke to all find presents at the foot of their beds, delighting in what tidings had brought them this year, but Ginny thought she had just gotten the best gift of all the moment it had turned midnight. Harry had kissed her, and then they found themselves tangled naked under the light of the Christmas tree, making and professing love for each other. Ginny had rolled over that morning and blinked in the sunlight, wondering if it had all been a sweet but cruel dream. She had to get out of bed and go over to the mirror... no, there it was, the red mark Harry had left on her neck. She realized a second later that her tank top was on inside out, the fire had been much lower when they had dressed and headed back to their own rooms.

Grinning in the mirror, Ginny nearly forgot about her other gifts. She shook her head and went back and began unwrapping all the packages that Had been left there.

She had washed up dressed that day in a very pretty green jumper her mum had knitted for her that set off her firey hair and complimented her milky, freckled skin. Silky thread and cut in a v neck but not too low. A simple black skirt that was shorter but modest, and matching green knee socks with her Mary janes finished her outfit. She had made sure she had on that perfume Harry liked and her thick hair was fixed just right before coming down to join the family. Not one for makeup, she had dabbed on the smallest amount of cherry lip balm that made her mouth look pouty and kissable.

She walked into the kitchen and saw Mrs. Weasley busy about setting the table, magicing everything out just so for their late Christmas breakfast. She helped her mum finish setting up and everyone was called in to eat. Ginny tried not too feel too self conscience while she waited for Harry to come in.

Who: Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley
What: Boredom becomes something more…
Where: Twelve Grimmauld Place
When: December 24th, almost midnight.
Rating: NC-17

Harry was wandering around the house, trying to find some calm. Hermione had been gone almost a week and Harry was going crazy. He missed her and missed what they had started together. Amazingly, they had been able to keep it a secret from everyone except Ginny. Harry really doubted she would be saying anything.

He knew that he would need to tell his best mate in time, but Harry really had no idea how to talk to Ron about Hermione being his girlfriend. Girls always complicated things and Harry was afraid that it might do real harm to their friendship. No matter how hard Ron denied it, Harry was certain he fancied Hermione.

Going down to the kitchen to get some pumpkin juice, he was in his pajama bottoms, slippers and a t-shirt. Pouring a big glass, she got a slice of bread and put jam on it before sitting down at the table.

It was almost Christmas. Hermione would be back in two days. Harry couldn’t wait…

Who: Harry Potter, Hermione Granger and eventually Ginny Weasley
What: a 2nd night meetup brings another old friend to the mix
When: July before 7th year. Monday, August 3, 1230 am
Where: Grimmauld Place. Regulus’s old bedroom.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Het.and threesome


Hermione could hardly wait for that night to begin, she and Harry had been stealing kisses and caresses for the last 24 hours and it had felt like a million years had gone by in that time. She knew that they should keep their minds on the war in front of them but it felt so good to cling to something happy she just couldn't help herself.

She had nearly triple checked the upstairs for people as she made her way to the floor where Regulus' room was. She had worn a favortie nighty that she thought that Harry would like, it was a dark, nearly midnight blue with silver lace embellishments along the low cut neckline and the short hem at the bottom. Underneath, she wore silver lace knickers. She felt very Ravenclawish as she admired her figure in Regulus' vanity mirror as she waited for Harry, her hips curved out in a nice way and her breasts looked perk and cute. She had pinned her dark ringlets up int a loose twist, some dangled around her shoulders.

Clucking her tongue at her reflection, she looked away and cast an eye on the bed, it was nicely made with fresh linens, she wondered if it made Kretcher cross to know someone had been on his favorite Masters bed. The old elf was so misguided she still felt bad for him.

Pacing around the room, she realized she needed to light somewhere and stop making noise walking across the floor. Hermione retired to the bed, her heart beating wildly as she waited for her "secret" lover to arrive.

Who: Harry Potter and Hermione Granger
What: Harry needs a friend to confide in
When: July before 7th year. Saturday, August 1, 2am
Where: Grimmauld Place. Regulus’s old bedroom.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Het.

Harry tossed and turned in his bed. Sweat moistened his hair and his scar, of its own accord, was red and aggravated. Imagines, fast and indistinct, raced through his mind. The harder he tried to discern them, the more quickly they dissolved away.

Waking with a start, he sat up to find himself in his bed in Grimmauld Place. He could hear Ron snoring in his bed on the other side of the room. He blew out a deep breath and looked around. Reaching for his wand, he picked it up. The weight of it in his hand made him feel better immediately. Lying back, he tried to fall back asleep. After almost an hour, he decided it was fruitless.

Getting out of bed, he started for the kitchens. His black hair was mussed and his glasses that he picked up on the way out were slightly askew on his face. He wore a white t-shirt that was faded and very big on him that had blue rings around the neck and sleeves with an iron on Dr. Who image. It had belonged to his cousin Dudley. He wore a pair of Dudley’s shorts as well that were blue and a little short and tight; obviously from when Dudley was much younger than the seventeen year old Harry.

He made his way to kitchen first for some juice. Brining it with him, he began to wander the house. He wished that someone was up to talk to, but the house was dead quiet. Glancing down, he noticed a slight swell in his shorts. The dream hadn’t been all bad it seemed…

Harry tried to keep his mind off the things the male teenage mind was normally fixated on. The swell shrank to nearly-normal size when he saw a dim light from beneath a nearby door. It was Regulus’ old room. Curious he approached it.

Knocking very softly, he whispered, “Hello?”