Chapter 7: Kingdom Come
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter
"Check and Mate." Ron clapped his hands together loudly, a triumphant grin on his face as he leaned back in his chair.
"Of course." Harry sighed, his green eyes sweeping the board in front of him helplessly. Frowning again for what seemed like the 20th defeat in a row at the hands of the redhead in front of him. Ron was sitting back leisurely in his chair, basking in his glory as Harry turned his eyes toward where Hermione was perched on the couch.
She looked back at him, the book in her lap forgotten as she offered him a sympathetic smile.
"Why don't you play him?" Harry asked curiously. Surely Hermione, who was smarter than Ron by leaps and bounds would be able to win at least one game of chess. "You'd win! Put him his place!" Harry's eyes lighted up at the thought.
"It's totally barbaric." Hermione replied, eying the chessboard in question with distaste.
"It's not barbaric." Harry defended, eyes twinkling in amusement as he recalled her first impression of wizards chess in their first year.
"She just doesn't want to lose." Ron grinned cockily, hands behind his head as he looked at Hermione.
"Oh please Ronald." Hermione sent Ron and Harry a glare who had burst out laughing at the look on her face.
"I wouldn't take that Hermione." Harry urged, desperate to see Ron given a piece of his own medicine. "Please 'Mione." He looked at Hermione, a crooked grin on his face. "It's my birthday. Do you know what this has done to my ego here?"
"It's a game of chess." Hermione said slowly, a reluctant smile spreading across her face. "Not the World Cup."
"You should defend my honour." Harry went on as though she hadn't spoken, his grin spreading into a full on smile as she let out a snort of laughter.
"Defend your honour you say?" Hermione asked skeptically, biting her lip and looking at Harry with mock uncertainty. "I don't know Harry." She pulled up her book and showed him the front cover. 'Theories of Transubstantial Transfiguration.' "This is quite a riveting read. Do you want to be the one to take me away from it?"
"Well…" Harry stood up and made his way over to her slowly, the crooked grin back on his face as Hermione smiled innocently up at him. He paused as he stood in front of her, tilting his head curiously as he studied the book in her hand and then her. Smiling at her, he plucked the book quickly out of her grip and took her other hand in his, pulling her up off the couch in one swift move. "My honour is far more important than this Granger." He moved his hands to rest on her back and steered her towards the chair. Setting her down in front of the chessboard, Harry shot Ron a triumphant grin. "Wouldn't be so cocky if I were you Weasley."
Ron just smiled at him, his eyes showing a keen interest in the new challenge that was placed before him. "You just keep to yourself please Harry whilst I enforce my prowess once more."
Laughing quietly, Harry leant towards Hermione to whisper in her ear. "Show him how it's done would ya?" He asked, his soft breath tickling her neck and making her shiver slightly.
"No promises." Hermione whispered back, turning her head slightly to look at him. "You know I like to prepare before I go into battle." She shook her head slowly. "It's a tough ask Harry."
"Aye, I know." Harry nodded in agreement and grinned. Patting Hermione on the back gently, he stepped back and plopped down on the couch. Settling himself to witness what he hoped would be the greatest defeat of Ronal Weasley of all time. "But I got faith in you."
"Well then." Hermione smiled slightly, eyes trained on the board in front of her. "That's all I need."
"Check mate." Hermione smiled, eyes sparkling as she turned to Harry who had leaped out of the couch and jumped up in jubilance.
"Granger for the win!" Harry cheered and laughed loudly at the crestfallen expression on Ron's face. "Ah I love ya 'Mione." Harry grinned, reaching over and pulling her into a bear hug. Her arms pinned against his chest as she let out a small squeak. "My honour is in tact." He set her on the ground, a bright smile on his face. "I owe you one."
Harry looked at Ron, a somber expression now gracing his features although his eyes continued to sparkle in amusement. "You tried very gallantly Ronnikins." He clapped Ron on the back roughly, "It was admirable."
"Sod off." Ron grumbled, placing his head in his hands and groaning slightly. "She got lucky."
"Lucky?" Hermione opened her mouth in outrage, hands on hips.
"What's all this noise?" Ginny Weasley bustled into the room, long red hair flailing about as her eyes looked on, half amused and half curious.
"Ron just got a taste of his own medicine." Harry grinned over to the youngest Weasley.
"Hermione beat him at chess?" Ginny guessed, a smile on her face as she made her way over to the trio.
"And quite easily too, might I add." Harry grinned at Hermione who smiled back, her anger at Ron quickly evaporating as Harry smiled at her.
"Well that's a nice change." Ginny clapped her brother sympathetically on the back. "Bad luck Ron." She turned and grinned at Harry. "Happy Birthday Harry."
"Thanks Gin." Harry patted her on the back gently as she pulled him into a brief hug. "How's your summer been?"
"Oh pretty good." She shrugged as she took a seat on the vacant couch. "The Lovegoods are highly…" she paused, searching for the right word. "Unorthodox in their way of life." She smiled before remembering something. "Your Hogwarts letters are here." She laughed as Hermione clapped her hands over the face, her eyes wide as she met Harry's amused gaze. "Dumbledore's in the kitchen, he's got all our letters."
"Well what are we waiting for?" Hermione all but squealed to the three immobile people around her. "Let's go." She dashed from the room before anyone could comment, her dark hair flying after her.
Laughing at her antics, Harry winked at Ginny who laughed in amusement before they set off after her, their pace considerably slower. Walking into the kitchen only a couple of minutes later, Harry found Hermione opened Hogwarts letter in hand and a shocked expression on her face.
Offering Professor Dumbledore a small smile and a brief nod of acceptance for the birthday wishes, Harry ignored his own envelope and made his way over to where Hermione stood.
"You ok?" He asked gently.
Meeting his concerned gaze with wide eyes, Hermione couldn't answer. Instead, she handed him her letter wordlessly and sat down heavily on a chair nearby.
Frowning slightly, Harry's eyes trailed down the letter quickly, a grin spreading across his handsome face at the results that were written there.
Clearing his throat slightly and sending an amused Dumbledore a smile, Harry leant down and whispered quietly into her ear, "I'm proud of you." Straightening up and looking around the room that were now watching the duo with obvious interest Harry read out the contents of the letter aloud. "9 Outstanding's." Harry went onto list the subjects, his smile broadening considerably as the kitchen erupted into a loud cheer, smiling and resting his hand on Hermione's shoulder softly. "And one Exceeds Expectations." Harry looked at her as she raised her eyes to meet his. "And if you even think about being disappointed in not getting 10 O's then I'll be forced to get Grawp onto you." Harry raised an eyebrow daringly as she opened her mouth to respond.
"I suppose you're right." Hermione relented, nodding her head slowly.
"Of course I am." Harry winked, "been around you too long to not be right at least some of the time."
"How did you go?" Hermione asked, rolling her eyes, her full attention now on him.
"Oh I haven't read mine yet." Harry shrugged, his gaze drifting to the table where his own letter remained unopened.
"Well hurry up." Hermione encouraged restlessly, her eyes sparkling madly in excitement.
Laughing again, Harry picked up his letter and opened it quickly. Hearing a clink on the ground, Harry searched the floor, his eyes widening in surprise as he spotted a familiar looking badge. The red and gold Gryffindor Quidditch Captain badge glinted in the kitchen light, its shiny surface was newly polished and ready for him to wear. Raising his shocked eyes to Hermione, Harry had barely enough time to prepare himself for the bear hug she sent his way.
"Oh congratulations." Hermione beamed, her breath on his neck making his heartbeat speed up rapidly. Pulling away, Hermione picked up the badge off the ground and held it out to him, the radiant smile still on her face.
"Well done Harry." Ginny grinned, her smile genuine as she watched the two interact, a knowing look in her eye.
"Yeah, congrats mate." Ron offered, a small smile on his own face as he sussed out the badge that now lay in Harry's hands. "You deserve it."
"Thanks mate." Harry replied trying to keep the surprise out of his voice. He honestly thought he'd act like a jealous prick. "How'd you go?" He asked, pointing towards Ron's opened letter in interest.
"I got 7 OWLs." Ron stated, his eyes wide in disbelief as he looked at Harry and Hermione. "No idea how that happened."
"Oh Ron!" Mrs. Weasley beamed happily, shuffling forward and drawing her youngest son into a bone-crushing hug. "We're so proud!"
"Thanks Mum." Ron blushed, his ears going bright red at all the attention.
"Great work Ron." Hermione rushed forward to give him a hug, a bright smile on her face. "I told you studying paid off!" She laughed as she pulled away. She then turned towards Harry, an expectant expression on her face. "Well?" She looked at the letter in his hand rather pointedly.
"Oh right." Harry shook his head slightly to rid the image of her and Ron hugging out of his mind. Opening the letter, Harry felt his eyes grow considerably wider as he read his results:
Astronomy – A
Care of Magical Creatures – E
Charms – O
Defense Against the Dark Arts – O
Divination – A
Herbology – E
History of Magic – P
Potions - E
Transfiguration – O
"No way." Harry whispered, re-reading just to make sure he hadn't made any mistakes.
"What do you mean no way?" Hermione asked, rushing forward and taking the letter away from him, a grin quickly spreading across her face as she read his grades. "Eight OWLs." Hermione announced to the awaiting crowd. Setting the letter down on the table, Hermione pulled a still shocked Harry into another hug. Holding on tightly, Hermione managed to whisper into his ear so only he could hear. "Talk about being proud, Harry." She smiled as she pulled away, offering him a swift kiss on the cheek before allowing Mrs. Weasley to offer him a motherly hug.
"Are you sure this is right Sir?" Harry asked Professor Dumbledore as Mrs. Weasley let go.
"Quite certain, yes." Dumbledore nodded, his blue eyes twinkling. "And congratulations on the captaincy." He nodded towards the badge in his hand. "Professor McGonagall was most adamant that you not only were re-instated but that you become the captain."
"Right." Harry nodded, his heart soaring. "Fantastic."
"We're gonna wipe the floor with Slytherin this year." Ginny spoke up; an excited smile on her face as though was envisioning it taking place.
"Don't get ahead of yourself Weasley." Harry cautioned although similar scenarios ran through his own head. Ah to see the look of pure agony on Malfoy's face. Harry grinned in spite of himself.
"You four make yourselves busy." Mrs. Weasley fretted, bringing Harry out of his daze, her plump form almost pushing them out of the kitchen in haste quite suddenly. "I need to get ready for tonight."
"What's happening tonight?" Harry asked curiously, grabbing onto Hermione's arm to maintain his balance as he was rushed into the hallway. Ignoring the tingling sensation that shot up his hand at the skin-to-skin contact, Harry looked pointedly at Mrs. Weasley, awaiting an answer.
"Oh nothing for you to worry about dear." Mrs. Weasley waved them away. "Go enjoy your birthday."
"The Weasley's aren't very good at hiding anything are they?" Harry muttered in Hermione's ear as they made their way through the house toward the lounge room.
"What on earth are you talking about Harry?" Hermione asked, a smirk playing across her face. "Are you alluding to the idea that you believe there's a surprise birthday party for you?"
"Yes." Harry smiled, the butterflies in his stomach returning full force at the look she was giving him.
"Well then" Hermione grinned. "I guess you'll just have to wait and see."
Chapter 8: In My Place
Harry?" The quiet voice roused him from his daze. He didn't need turn his head to know who it was. He had everything about her tuned in. Her voice, the sound of her footsteps, her scent and every facial expression was locked into his mind. Over the years, either subconsciously or on purpose he had remembered everything about her to the finest detail.
"… Yeah?" His voice sounded hoarse to his own ears. He had used it more tonight than over the entire summer. His 'surprise party' had been a indisputable success.
"Why are you awake?" She stepped into the dark room quietly, her bare feet padding the floor softly as she made her way towards him.
"I couldn't sleep. You?" He turned his eyes toward her, his breath catching slightly in his throat at her appearance.
"Same. It's too hot in my room…"
"Oh…" Harry couldn't take his eyes off her. Even in the dim light, she took his breath away. She was only dressed in shorts and a singlet.
"Are you ok?" She sounded concerned. Again.
"Yeah, of course."
"Are you having problems sleeping all the time?"
"…It's fine." He shot her an uneasy look, unsettled by her piercing gaze that made him feel like he was being x-rayed. "I'm fine."
She scoffed, her eyebrows raising slightly and disappearing behind her fringe. "You've said that so many times in the last two days it's lost all meaning."
"I haven't got anything else to say." Harry replied quietly, his eyes drooping to the ground. He felt Hermione sit next to him, the side of her body pressing against his as the sound of her soft breathing comforted him in a way he couldn't yet grasp.
"What about the truth?" She supplied after a moments silence. "Don't think I haven't noticed Harry." She looked at him through long lashes. "Even in a crowded room you manage to be all alone. You're pretending."
Smiling grimly, Harry glanced sideways at her. "People don't always want the truth Hermione."
"What do they want then?" Her voice was sharp. She was challenging him.
"They want an easy way out. The truth hurts. My truth does anyway. Just because I'm not..." He looked at her, "fine. Doesn't mean I should make everyone else around me miserable."
"What about you Harry?" She was full of questions tonight.
"What about me?"
"Aren't you tired of it?""
"Tired of what?"
"Pretending…"
"Aren't you?" Harry counted, eyes glued on Hermione's as a confused expression flittered across her face briefly.
"What are you talking about?" Hermione looked at him, her lower lip caught between her lip softly.
"Dolohov." Harry said slowly and deliberately, catching Hermione by surprise, brown eyes widening as her breathing became shallow at the name. Her eyes glazed over slightly as though she was there, reliving the moment in the ministry before her gaze suddenly re-focused on him.
"What about him?" She asked, her voice slightly strained, confirming Harry's suspicion. He wasn't the only haunted one in the room.
"I'm just saying." Harry started, his voice soft as he looked at Hermione with a sad smile. "We all have scars. Some more obvious than others." He laughed humorlessly before adding quietly. "I'm not the only one pretending to be fine Hermione."
"You're much more observant than people give you credit for." Hermione muttered quietly causing Harry to grin.
"I know that you're always there for me if I need to talk." Harry turned to her, offering her a smile. "And well, the same goes for you." He bit his lip slightly, a sheepish expression on his face. "I mean. I am obviously not the most practiced at it and I have no idea what to say half the time. But I'm always here if you need me."
"I know." Hermione replied quietly. "Thank you." She smiled at him before a look of realization dawned on her face. "Ah, I need to give you your present. Wait here a second, I'll be right back."
"My present?" Harry called after her retreating back.
"Yes your present." Hermione hurried back into the room in record time, breathless but sporting a large smile whilst holding a small package in her hand. "I wanted to wait till we were alone." She blushed slightly under Harry's gaze, "time just got away from me I suppose, you were swamped by people then entire night and I didn't get the chance." She shrugged, "I hope you like it."
"You already gave me a present." Harry pointed out, reaching out a hand to take the offered package out of Hermione's grasp gently.
"Oh that wasn't anything." She insisted, shaking her head and sitting down on the couch. She was looking at him intensely, her light brown eyes analyzing every move he made.
Untying the white ribbon that was wrapped neatly around a small black box, Harry eyed Hermione curiously before returning his attention to the gift in front of him.
Gently lifting the lid off the box, Harry felt a smile make its way onto his face.
"You really shouldn't have." Harry snuck Hermione a glance and smiled at her expression. She was biting her lip uncertainly, a worried look on her face.
"Do you like it?" She asked, seeking reassurance.
"Do I like it you ask?" Harry repeated quietly, gently lifting a long silver chain in front of him and scrutinizing the small silver snitch that dangled before his eyes.
"I know a snitch it supposed to be gold." Hermione rushed out, her hands twisting nervously in her lap as Harry looked at her, a slight smirk playing on his mouth. "But I thought you'd like the silver over the gold." She continued on, oblivious to Harry's growing amusement. "I can take it back if you don't like it. I won't be offended..."
"Hermione."
"… I mean. You don't even wear jewelry."
"Hermione."
"… Don't even know what I was thinking really"
"Hermione, I love it."
"Worst idea I've ever had..."
"Could you please stop talking now?"
"Maybe even worse than when I thought it'd be a good idea to use a time turner in third year"
"I love it."
"…Definitely worse. I've been spending too much time with Ron this summer. Stupid idea."
"Hermione." Harry sighed loudly; his eyes twinkling as she finally stopped rambling and looked at him. "I. Love. It." He repeated, punctuating every word to make sure she understood what he was saying. "Now, I'd appreciate it if you stopped rambling nonsense." He grinned, putting the necklace on himself easily, the snitch resting comfortably on his chest. "What do you reckon?" Harry fingered the chain gently, letting it run through his fingers until he came to the snitch. "Suit me?"
"Yeah." Hermione raised her eyes to his and smiled, relief evident in her expression. "Yeah, it does."
Chapter 9: Fix You
What is all this junk?" Hermione asked as she walked around the room, fingers sliding across odd bits and pieces.
"It's not junk Hermione." Ron defended with a small glare, "It's Fred and George's old stuff." He looked over at Harry who was busy staring at Hermione. "They brought a lot of stuff here last year you see." He said trying to get Harry's attention. "When we stayed here."
"It all looks like junk to me." Hermione muttered under her breath, but loud enough for the other two to hear. Ron glared whilst Harry remained blissfully unaware.
He had been staring at Hermione's fingers. How odd. Her fingers. Harry felt his stomach churn again. They were long and slender, dancing along the surface of whatever she touched. Harry was transfixed.
"Harry?"
"Mmmm?" Harry mumbled, his eyes trained on her fingers that gently moved along the desk.
"What are you looking at?" Hermione stopped her movements and looked up at him, her left hand leaning on the desk while her right hand hung by her side. Raising his eyes to her face, Harry became lost for words.
"Pardon?"
"I asked what you were looking at." Hermione repeated slowly, one eyebrow rose in question.
"Oh..." Harry felt his cheeks grow warm under her gaze, "I was just thinking." He stuttered, cringing slightly at how high his voice sounded.
"About?" Hermione prodded gently, her hand returning to dance across the desk.
"Nothing important." Harry coughed lightly, restraining the urge to watch her fingers again. He stuffed his hands in the pockets of his dark jeans, rocking onto the balls of his feet in what he hoped looked like a casual gesture.
"Okay then." Hermione dropped the subject, allowing a small smile before turning back to explore the rest of the room.
"I'll tell you what." Ron grumbled, his voice seemingly far away as Harry's thoughts drifted back to the brown haired witch. "If the twins had spent this much time and effort on their OWLs they would've given Hermione a run for her money."
"I doubt that." Harry responded quickly before Hermione could open her mouth. She sent him an odd look, an unfamiliar expression floating across her face before she picked up an ordinary looking telescope.
"What does this do?" Hermione turned to Ron.
"I dunno." Ron shrugged absently before rummaging through a pile to his left.
Harry didn't know what it did either, shrugging at Hermione with a frown on his face as she turned her gaze onto him. "Be careful." He warned quietly.
"Oi Harry." Ron called out, catching his attention. "Put any thought into the team?"
"Team?" Harry asked stupidly, caught off guard by the question. Why couldn't Ron just let him watch Hermione in peace? "What team?"
"Quidditch of course." Ron looked at him oddly, "you have thought about it haven't you?" He stood up straight, his tall figure awkward as he looked at Harry accusingly.
"Of course I have." Harry lied easily with a small nod, his stomach churning in guilt. He hadn't given the team a second thought since he'd received the badge.
Harry bit his lip uncertainly, "I take it you have?" he asked, stalling for time.
"Oh yeah." Ron's eyes lighted up. "I was thinking that…"
"Owwwww bugger!" Hermione's voice sounded from the corner of the room, forcing the two boys to look at her in surprise. "It punched me!"
"It what?" Harry wondered, eyes wide as he hurried toward her where she stood clutching her eye just as Ron burst out laughing.
"It punched me. The stupid thing punched me in the eye!" She looked over at Ron angrily who was holding his stomach, small choking sounds coming from his throat as he struggled to control his breathing.
"What the hell." Harry took a step forward and placed his hand on hers. Ignoring her protests, he took the hand away to examine the damage.
"Ouch." Harry cringed slightly; the eye was already swollen, bloodshot and had a torrent of tears streaming down. "Are you ok?" He gently touched her cheek, concern in his gaze. He felt her lean into his hand slightly making him feel vaguely lightheaded.
"I... I'm.. f..f..fine." Hermione stuttered slightly as she looked up at him before tearing her gaze away to send another glare in Ron's direction.
"No you're not," Harry shook his head adamantly. He turned toward Ron, a scowl adorning his handsome features. "Shut it Ron. How would you like being punched in the face?"
"Oh come off it Harry." Ron rolled his eyes, "It's funny." He looked at Hermione, a stupid grin on his face. "She looks like a panda."
"Oh sod off Ronald." Hermione snapped angrily, tearing her hand out of Harry's grasp and stepping toward Ron. "I'll make you look like a panda, you swine."
"Hey, hey!" Harry grabbed her around the waste before she could deck the grinning fool. "You can make him look like a panda after I've put some ice on it ok?"
"Sleep with one eye open tonight Weasley." Hermione mumbled before stepping back, her expression almost comical.
"Come on." Harry bit his lip to keep from smiling, his hand reaching out to hers and meeting halfway. Her hand closing around his as she looked at him, her face softening considerably. Sending her a reassuring smile he pulled her out of the room, his elbow purposefully connecting with Ron's ribs as the passed the smug teenager.
"Really Harry," Hermione insisted as they made their way down their stairs towards the kitchen. "I'm ok."
"You were just punched in the eye." Harry looked at her, "Let me take care of you for once." He sent her a crooked grin, "to the kitchen Granger." He sped up without giving Hermione the chance to respond. Upon entering the kitchen he set her atop the bench, picking her up with ease and laughing quietly as she squealed in surprise. Walking toward the fridge he got out an ice pack, rapped it in a tea towel and made his way back over to her. Ignoring her startled look, he stood between her legs so that they were now eye level. "This is going to sting ok?" He warned gently, brushing away her hair as he placed the ice pack on her eye.
Grabbing her hand impulsively as she let out a hiss of pain Harry looked apologetically in her good eye. "Sorry."
"It's ok." Hermione tried smiling although it came out more like a grimace.
"You're a lousy liar Hermione." Harry smiled as he gently dabbed around her eye, his touch as light as a feather.
"Mmmmm." Hermione mumbled her eyes closing as Harry attended to her eye, her hand gripping his and making his heart rate increase.
Standing there, feeling her soft breath on his face Harry took the opportunity of her eyes closed to study her more freely. Her skin was as soft as silk, tinged golden brown from her time in the sun over the summer. Her dark eyebrows were perfect, they arched elegantly above her hypnotizing eyes. Her hypnotizing eyes that were now closed, emphasizing her dark lashes that were impossibly long. Her nose, her lovely small nose. Harry felt himself smile before he came to her mouth. It hung open slightly; her lower lip was larger than her upper one. They looked soft. Harry felt his chest tighten as he continued to stare. So soft. He returned his eyes upwards when he felt a familiar gaze on him. Her one brown eye stared at him. Her light eyes that had been on his mind since he first saw her walk into his very kitchen this summer.
"Your eyes are whiskey coloured." Harry blurted out, face flaming as he heard himself. Shaking his head slightly he cleared his throat hastily, removing the ice pack and examining her eye, all too aware of her watchful gaze.
"Is that good or bad?" Hermione asked, a small smile playing across her face at his embarrassed look.
"Really good." Harry blushed again, uncomfortable under her gaze. "I think it might have helped the swelling." He muttered in the hope of easing the tension that had escalated, "But it still looks pretty sore." He stepped back awkwardly, handing her the ice pack. "You'll want Mrs. Weasley to take a look at it for you." He stuttered a bit, "I'll go get her now." He avoided her gaze and almost sprinted toward the door, desperately wanting to get out of here before he said something else equally as daft.
"You'd make a good healer some day." Hermione remarked quietly, just as his hand was on the handle.
Turning around surprised, Harry looked at Hermione. She hadn't moved from where he'd left her. Sitting casually on the bench, her long legs swinging underneath her as she looked at him. Her left eye was closed. Well, it probably wasn't meant to be Harry thought wearily.
"A healer?" Harry asked, tilting his head to the side. "I'd never thought about it before."
"I know." Hermione smiled, "but I think you'd be a really good one."
"You haven't seen your eye yet." Harry smiled. Forgetting about his earlier slip as he felt the tension in his shoulders melt away.
"When you get punched in the eye there isn't much you can do Harry." Hermione smiled. "You have a soft touch." She blushed.
"Only with you." Harry mumbled under his breath. He doubted he'd take as much care if it were someone else in Hermione's position. Take Ron for example; he'd probably end up punching him in the other eye.
"What was that?" Hermione asked, her face was confused but Harry could swear the good eye was twinkling happily.
"I should get Mrs. Weasley." Harry blushed again, sending her a quick smile he hurried out of the room, missing the beaming smile that graced his best friends face.
"I can't believe this summer is over already." Ron whined, his longish red hair falling haphazardly across his face as his eyes squinted against the sunlight that streamed in through the open windows.
"Yeah well believe it." Harry rolled his eyes slightly. From his position at the doorway, he could clearly see that Ron hadn't packed for school. Grinning at the reaction that Mrs. Weasley was sure to expel on her son, he returned his gaze to Ron who had pulled the covers right up over his head. "You better get a move on unless you want your mother to castrate you." he looked around the messy room pointedly, a small smirk playing across his lips. "She sent me up to get you."
"Oh sod a dog!" Ron shot up from his bed, a flash of red hair blurring across the room as he attempted to pack everything together incase his mother walked in. "You could help you know." He grumbled to Harry who was currently leaning casually against the doorframe, an amused expression on his face. "Instead of standing there like some pompous twat."
"Oh but I'm having far too much fun watching you." Harry crossed his arms across his chest as the grinned. "And seeing as I am as you so delicately put it, a 'pompous twat' I'd rather keep it like this."
"I bet Hermione is all ready." He muttered as he gathered the clothes that lay strewn across the floor.
"Of course she is." Hermione's voice sounded from beside Harry causing both teens to jump in surprise. "Constant vigilance boys." She smirked, eyes dancing as she looked up at Harry; her eye had improved considerably after Mrs. Weasley got to it. The older women having years of practice dealing with the repercussions of George and Fred's inventions. "You're lucky I'm not Moody." She nudged him playfully.
"Very Lucky." Harry agreed with a small smile, his heart fluttering slightly as he took a whiff of her perfume.
"So everyone is ready?" Ron stood in the middle of the room, a bundle of clothes in his arms as he looked at Hermione.
"Yes Ron. Everyone is ready." She looked up at Harry and grinned before looking at Ron. "Your mum's on her way up."
"When?" Ron's eyes went wide as he stood paralyzed.
"Ronald Weasley." Mrs. Weasley voice called out, "If I walk into that room and you're not packed…" She left the sentence hanging in the air. The sounds of her feet echoing on the stairs as she lumbered towards the room.
"What perfect timing for that to happen." Harry remarked to Hermione quietly as he watched as Ron sped across the room with renewed vigor.
"You two are hopeless." Ron complained sourly as he packed away some robes.
"Don't get all whinny just because you have no time management skills." Hermione cringed as she watched him toss some books into the trunk carelessly. "Be careful." She hissed.
"They are just books." Ron rolled his eyes, throwing another book into the fray, a loud thump echoing around the room as it landed roughly.
"Just books." Hermione repeated, her voice soft as her eyes widened in disbelief. "Just books he says." She shook her head slightly, muttering under the breath as she turned and left the room. Mrs. Weasley replacing the previously occupied space within seconds.
"Ronald Weasley!"
Chapter 10: Trouble
"Do they really have to be so obvious?" I grumbled unhappily as the three of us took our seats. I sat down heavily, my eyes narrowed angrily.
"You're a mystery to them." Hermione looked across at me, her gaze sympathetic.
"One second I'm the worlds biggest liar and cheat and the next I'm the chosen one." I glared at a couple of second years that were ogling at me, their eyes widening as they caught my gaze.
"At least they like you again." Ron shrugged, nodding his head toward a group of girls who had been watching. I bit back a smile when Ron sent them what he thought was a charming grin, only to have them ignore him. "Snobs." Ron muttered as turned his attention to Dean Thomas who sat beside him in an attempt to act casual.
"Yeah." Hermione glared at the girls direction. They were waving now, giggling and whispering to each other. "You're the stud of the school." She turned her head from them, her face hard as she stared at her empty plate, lips pursed together showing her displeasure.
I bit back an even bigger smile then. Offering the group a small smile and a wave I looked towards Hermione before speaking.
"Not my type." I spoke casually, shrugging with a small grin.
"Not your type?" Ron spluttered, turning away from Dean to look over at me. He looked at me for a couple of seconds before turning his gaze pointedly toward group of girls. "Do you need new glasses?"
"Not that I know of." I frowned at Ron; he really could be an idiot at times. "Perhaps I'm not a fan of the air headed bimbo Ronniekins."
"You could date anybody you wanted to." Ron looked at me, his eyes full of envy. "In the entire school." He shook his head in disbelief and I blushed slightly. I only wanted to date one and she was sitting right across from me.
"I think you're being over dramatic Ron." I muttered quietly.
"Oh please," Hermione's voice made me look up in surprise. "The entire female population of Hogwarts is in love with you." She blushed slightly before adding with a small smirk, "and probably some of the male population to boot."
"The entire female population?" I repeated, my heart hammering madly in my chest as I looked over at her. She blushed a bright red before answering, her voice surprisingly strong.
"Well perhaps not the entire population." She looked pointedly over toward the Slytherin table. "I mean, I have seen Millicent Bullstrode checking you out a couple of times but perhaps I'm mistaken."
"Bullstrode ay?" I looked over toward their table just as she looked up from talking to some of her friends. She met my gaze and smiled. Actually smiled at me and blushed. I turned back towards Hermione, my stomach squirming uncomfortably. "Bit of a daunting prospect that is." I remarked mildly, "I'd rather delve into the male population who adore me rather than go down that road."
"The Daily Prophet would love that." Hermione grinned playfully, her eyes twinkling.
Just as I was about to respond, the front doors opened. I sent Hermione a wink before craning my neck to catch a glimpse of the first years. There weren't many. I patted down my fringe self consciously as I felt their eyes search my forehead as they past me by, their wide innocent eyes sparkling with excitement and nerves.
"We were never that small were we?" Ron whispered into my ear loudly, his hot breath on my neck causing me to flinch back. I looked over at him and grinned. "Yeah mate. Hermione was even smaller I reckon, do you remember Neville?" I asked, as I snuck a glance over at him. He had grown a lot over the summer; barely recognizable from the 11 year old I had first met.
"How could I forget" Ron grinned at me, "Kept losing his damn toad didn't he?"
"Yeah, Trevor." I bit back a laugh as I remember him calling for the toad, his young faced worried. I smiled over at Hermione who was looking over at us curiously. I turned back to the line that was still walking down to the front, their heads turning in every direction, awe on their faces. I decided to have a bit of fun. "Play along," I whispered to Ron before clearing my throat. "I heard the troll is bigger than last year." I allowed my voice to carry a short distance; it caught the attention of a particularly small boy. His eyes widened to the size of saucers, his small face paling considerably.
"I know. I think I would have trouble getting by it." Ron added, this tone serious. "The hospital wing's going to be busy tonight."
We both let out a small bark of laughter as soon as the kid was out of earshot. Dean, Neville, Seamus and Ginny joining in as they could hear what we'd said. That was when I felt someone kick me under the table. Really hard.
"Ouch!" I continued to laugh as I looked over at Hermione. She sent both Ron and me death glares. "No need to get violent Hermione." I smiled at her innocently.
"That was a horrible thing to do!" She shook her head, her foot connecting with my other shin. "The poor kid's paralyzed with fear now thanks to you two!"
"Jeeez Hermione." I couldn't help laughing against through my pain. Even though she was glaring at me, I could see the amused sparkle in her eyes.
"Oh relax Herms." Ron waved his hands. "He'll calm right down when he finds out it's just a hat."
I let out another bark of laughter at that, causing heads to turn and look in our direction. Hermione shot daggers at Ron who was wearing a beaming smile. "You can't reach me from over there can you?" He taunted smugly. Probably not one of his smartest moves.
"No." Hermione agreed before looking over at Ginny. "But your sister can."
"Oh please Gin wouldn't do thaa- Ouch!" Ron glared at Ginny who smiled over at Hermione. "Turned on your own flesh and blood." Ron shook his head in disbelief, his hand massaging his shin. "I'm gonna have a bruise now." He pouted.
"Yeah well I have two." I consoled him, patting him on the back roughly. "Toughen up princess."
"Would you two stop talking now?" Hermione hissed, "the hat's about to sing."
I obediently sat back as the hat began singing. I didn't listen. I was too busy watching the first years. I wasn't surprised to see so few, Tonks had been saying that not many were expected. Now that everyone new Voldemort was out there, it was believed parents would pull their kids out of school, disappear for a while. If this was any indication, it proved that to be true. I suddenly felt irritated at the prophet and more so the ministry. Hogwarts was probably the safest place you could be at a time like this. I caught Hermione watching me and we shared a look, I knew she understood what I was thinking. As the hat ended its song, a smattering of applause echoed throughout the hall. I took the time that the sorting was going on to observe the teachers table. Snape was there, the usual sneer on his face present and accounted for. He was making light conversation with Professor Flitwick who sat on his left, the little teacher gesturing largely with his hands as he spoke enthusiastically. I grinned in relief when I saw Hagrid. He caught my eye and gave me his usual friendly smile, a thumbs up accompanying it.
"Who's the new Dark Arts teacher?" Dean asked from a few feet away, his head craning to get a better look at the table. I frowned as I wondered the same thing. I looked toward the table and spotted a man I'd never seen before. He didn't look to happy to be there.
"Imagine if it's Snape." Ron shivered slightly. My frown deepened then. I looked over toward Neville at that and wasn't surprised to see him pale slightly at the idea.
"Oh don't even say that Ron." Neville muttered, loosening his tie around his neck. "Who would that leave Potions to?"
"Are you lot blind?" I remarked quietly, nodding toward the stranger, "who's that?" I directed the question mainly toward Ron.
Ron looked up and shrugged, "I have no idea mate. Never seen him before."
Before we could debate further, I looked toward Dumbledore who had stood up as the last student was sorted. He looked around the room, his gaze sweeping from each table, lingering on me before he started talking.
I've got to be honest. I didn't particularly listen. I got the gist of it. Uniting as one. Trusting each other and so on. I was too impatient to know who this guy was. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity Dumbledore turned toward the stranger and introduced him as Horace Slughorn. He'd be the new Potions master, allowing Snape to take over Defense. If I wasn't so mad I would have laughed at the sound that came from Neville, kind of like a whimper and a sob.
I looked over to Hermione, she sat, mouth parted slightly and a startled expression gracing her face. She must have felt my eyes on her because she turned towards me, "I didn't see that one coming."
Neither apparently, did anyone in the school. As Dumbledore made the announced I would guess three quarters of the school groaned, only the Slytherin's looked pleased. I looked over to Malfoy, his pointy little face was smirking. I rolled my eyes at him, of course he'd be stoked about this. Then all of a sudden, our dear old headmaster clapped his hands and the feast was underway. I let all the chatter wash over me as I ate. I wasn't in the mood to talk about how my summer had been. Besides, I had more important things to think about. Like, who the heck was this Slughorn and what was Dumbledore on? Allowing Snape to teach the dark arts. I sighed quietly before lifting my eyes to meet Hermione's. She smiled at me softly before whispering so only I could hear, "this is definitely going to be an interesting year."
I couldn't help agree with her. I mean, she's Hermione Granger. When is she ever wrong?
Chapter 11: A Rush Of Blood To The Head
"Bar You-Know-Who coming back, this could be the worst thing to happen in the world." Ron commented loudly. His timetable held limply in his hand while he looked over at Harry.
"Say his name, Ron." Harry didn't bother looking up. He frowned, double potions on a Monday morning. Ron had a point, that was pretty lame.
"Double Potions." Ron spoke clearly. "As in… two lessons in a row first thing on Monday morning."
"I assure you, I do understand what you're saying." Harry sighed as he folded his timetable neatly and looked over at him.
"Do you Harry?" Ron asked, looking down at his schedule then back up, the same expression on his face. "Do you really?"
"I really do Ron." Harry smirked as he loaded his plate with food.
"Double Divination on Wednesday. Where the heck are the frees?" Ron carried on, arms flailing about.
"You're doing Divination?" Harry raised an eyebrow. He dropped the lesson without a single thought.
"Aren't you?" Ron's eyes widened considerably.
"Uhh, no. Why would I?" Harry laughed out loud as Ron banged his head against the table. Deciding it best to leave Ron to his own devices, Harry returned his attention to his breakfast; bacon, eggs and toast.
"What's wrong with him?" Hermione's voice made him look up in surprise.
"The world's over." Harry smiled after he swallowed a piece of toast. Glancing over at Ron he lent over and ruffled Ron's head. "Didn't you know?"
"What do you mean?" Hermione looked across at Ron who still sat with his head against the table.
"Have you got your timetable yet?" Harry asked, handing her over the butter and jam.
"Yeah, I met Professor McGonagall on the way in." She smiled in thanks as she picked up a piece of toast.
"Well…" Harry looked over at Ron again. "That's what's wrong."
"Oh…" Hermione nodded in understanding. "Well what's exactly wrong with it Ron?" she looked over at him as she buttered her toast.
"Everything is wrong with it." Ron finally looked up, his face distraught. "Did you know Harry isn't doing Divination?" He looked over at Harry as though he was betrayed.
Harry rolled his eyes as Hermione turned to look at him. Her face was neutral, a look of understanding in her eyes. "Why would he continue with it?" She directed the question at Ron, "why are you still doing it?"
"Because it's easy," Ron shrugged as though it was obvious.
"If it's so easy then why are you complaining?" Harry wondered, his eyes following Hermione as she resumed her breakfast. She was so precise. Harry never thought there was a right way to butter toast. Apparently there was. He smiled to himself before looking back at Ron expectantly.
"Just 'cause." Ron shrugged again.
"You'd be a great lawyer Ron." Harry smirked as he stood up. "No one could argue against that reasoning." He looked down at Hermione who snorted with laughter before choking on her toast.
"What's a lawyer?" Ron looked confused. Grinning over at him, Harry turned back to Hermione. Pulling up his hand, he patted her gently on the back until she calmed down. "You alright?"
"Yeah." Hermione looked up, her face red. "I'm fine." She looked at him for a moment. "Where are you going?"
"Oh. I have to see Dumbledore before class." Harry checked his watch. "I'll see you in Potions." He squeezed Hermione's shoulder gently before pulling back with a smile.
"Yeah." Hermione smiled whilst Ron gave a small wave. A confused expression still on his face as Harry turned to go.
"So what is a lawyer?"
Harry grinned as he heard Hermione let out another laugh. The musical sound ringing in his ears as he went to meet the Headmaster.
"Sorry I'm late Sir." Harry apologized quickly as he entered the dungeons. 10 minutes late for class. He scanned the room quickly, seeking out the familiar head of brown hair and spotting her easily. He met her gaze; she had a look of worry mixed with disapproval in her expression.
"Oh. Mr. Potter!" An unfamiliar voice welcomed him. Turning toward the sound, Harry bit back a groan. The new Professor was practically gawking at his forehead. He looked disappointed to realize that Harry's long hair prevented him from getting a glimpse of the lightning bolt.
Rather then shy down like he usually would have. Harry straightened himself and raised an eyebrow slightly.
"Sorry for being so late Professor." Harry repeated, adjusting the strap on his back to a more comfortable position.
"Oh that's quite alright Harry." Professor Slughorn grinned, the corners of his eyes crinkling. "I'll have to dock 10 point off Gryffindor though I'm afraid."
"That's fine." Harry shrugged noncommittally.
"Right well take a seat, take a seat." The Professor waved him off after giving his forehead another good long look.
Restraining the urge to roll his eyes, Harry made his way over to Hermione and Ron. Sliding in quietly into the seat adjacent from Hermione, he took out his books and laid them on the table in front of him.
"Now, as I was saying before Mr. Potter arrived." He looked over at Harry and gave him an unnecessary wink. "I was about to show you this." He picked up a small vial, its contents clear. He looked around the room eagerly, his eyes wide with excitement. "Can anybody tell me what this is?"
Hermione's hand shot straight into the air, the sudden movement causing Ron to wobble in his seat, his long hands shooting out in front of him to grip the desk.
Slughorn look toward their table, his eyes flickering toward Harry before resting on Hermione. "Yes Miss…?"
"Granger." Hermione took her usual deep breath before launching into her speech. "It's Felix Felicis, also called "liquid luck." It's a potion that grants whoever drinks it unusually good luck. The time span depends on how much is taken. It is banned in all sporting events, competitions and examinations."
"Exactly right Miss. Granger." Slughorn beamed, "Are your parents in the ministry?"
"Oh, no sir." Hermione glanced at Harry uncertainly. "I'm a muggleborn."
"A muggleborn?" Slughorn's eyes brightened, a great smiling gracing his face. "Well then that's splendid." He turned toward the class. "10 pointes awarded to Gryffindor for Miss. Granger's textbook answer."
Harry grinned over at Hermione proudly, her face flushing slightly as she met his gaze. Harry returned his attention to the front of the classroom where their new teacher stood. They would have the double lesson to complete the potion. The best one would be awarded the liquid luck. Harry glanced over toward Malfoy who looked unusually eager. His grey eyes sparkled as he looked at the prize, desire written all over his face. Harry grinned, we'll see about that.
"How did you do that?" Ron demanded Hermione, his eyes switching from his putrid looking cauldron to Hermione's sparkling potion in disbelief.
"By following instructions Ron." Hermione sighed for the umpteenth time.
"I did exactly that." Ron frowned. Harry grinned to himself, his attention focused on the task before him. His potion looked exactly like Hermione's so far.
"What's yours like Harry?" Ron asked his voice highly disgruntled.
Harry mumbled his answer, "not like yours." His eyes concentrated on the potion as he added the last ingredient.
Pulling back after another 5 minutes, Harry peered at the clock and sighed in relief. Just in time.
"Finished?" Ron asked. He had been sitting there moping, his face scrunched up as he lent on his hand. Hermione looked over at him, her own perfectly brewed potion by her side.
"Yeah I'm finished." Harry nodded in confirmation just as Professor Slughorn gained everyone's attention.
He made an odd remark here and there, his face showing all his emotions as he passed by all the terrible potions. He didn't even offer a comment to Malfoy who was looking pretty pleased with himself. The Slytherin scowling as the Professor came and went. Harry smiled over at Malfoy, his eyes twinkling in satifastcaion. At least Malfoy wasn't going to win it.
"Down to you three then." Slughorn's eyes brightened as he made his way over toward their table. Coming up to Hermione's potion first, he peered into it carefully, a smile gracing his face. "Beautiful Miss. Granger." He announced to the class, "wonderful work." He looked towards Ron who flinched slightly in preparation. "Let's see here. Ah, not quite Mr. Weasley." The Professor stopped and paused before turning to Harry.
Biting his tongue, Harry stood back to allow the Professor a better look.
"Well, well, well." Slughorn peered into the cauldron, his face lighting up as he beamed. "You take after your mother Harry."
The comment caught Harry off guard. He looked at the Professor with wide eyes, momentarily forgetting about who would win the liquid luck.
"I'm sorry?" Harry asked, "my mother?"
"Why yes." Slughorn nodded. "She was a student of mine, wonderful with Potions. Best in the class." He smiled here, a far away look in his eyes before settling on Harry. "She was a very talented witch."
Harry could only nod, his mind racing. He looked over at Hermione who stood watching him. She sent him a small smile before looking toward Slughorn.
"As hard as it is to separate Miss. Granger and Mr. Potter's potions." He announced as he took out the potion, it's contents glinting in the torchlight. "I present this to Mr. Potter, a perfect potion Harry. Congratulations." He handed it over gently. "Use it wisely."
"Right. Thank you sir." Harry smiled feebly, his eyes immediately seeking out Hermione's as everyone cleared their desks to leave.
"Well done, Harry." Ron clapped him on the back as he passed, "I'm off. I have a free!" He beamed before leaving Hermione and Harry by themselves. His earlier distaste of his timetable clearly long gone.
Clearing his throat as he watched Hermione pack away her gear Harry eyed the potion in his hands critically. "I would've given it to you." He mumbled quietly as he zipped up his bag. Swinging it over his shoulder he caught Hermione looking at him.
"Don't be silly Harry." She smiled as she came around the desk to stand next to him. "You did fantastic today."
"Probably a fluke." Harry shrugged biting his lip as the stepped out of the classroom.
"Or maybe you were just able to relax without having Professor Snape heckle you?" Hermione supplied, her should brushing with his as they walked in sync.
"Did you see Nev?" Harry asked, sending Hermione a sidelong glance, a smile on his lips. "I've never seen him so happy to be in potions before."
"Mmmmm." Hermione nodded in agreement as they took to the stairs. "Are you ok?"
"What do you mean?" Harry kept his eyes ahead of him, a slight frown on his face.
"About Slughorn mentioning your mum." Hermione's voice was soft.
"Oh, I'm fine." Harry sent her a quick grin. "Just taken aback."
"She sounds like she was an amazing person." Hermione commented quietly, coming to a stop as they reached her Arithmancy classroom.
"Yeah. She does." Harry looked over at her. She stood with her books held against her chest, leaning on her left foot as he redistributed the weight. Harry felt his chest tighten as he looked at her, her eyes sparkling happily.
"Just like her son." She smiled, leaning up and kissing him softly on the cheek. Pulling away she winked, "don't go using your luck up all at once Potter."
"I'll try not to." Harry grinned at her as she entered the classroom, her hand lifting up and offering a small wave as she disappeared from view.
Chapter 12: Under The Tracks
You alright Neville?" Harry asked as he came to stand beside the pale teenager. He'd spent his free in the library, reading up on books that his tutors had recommended.
"What? Oh Hiya Harry." Neville smiled feebly, looking up at Harry in surprise. "I'm fine. How are you?"
"I'm going ok." Harry smiled, his thoughts drifting to a certain brown haired witch. He looked around the crowded corridor quickly, hoping to catch a glimpse of her only to sigh in disappointment.
"Congratulations on wining the potion this morning." Neville spoke quietly, causing Harry to lean forward slightly to hear him properly. "I thought for sure Hermione was going to win."
"Bit of a fluke Nev." Harry grinned over at him, "any other day you would be right. Hermione's on a whole other level isn't she?"
"Yeah." Neville nodded, his dark brown hair falling over his eyes.
"You ready for Snape then?" Harry leaned back against the wall, a flash of red hair catching his attention before he let his eyes wonder over the other students as they twittered around nervously. Their heads craning over the crowd as though expecting Snape to come billowing around the corner any second. Ron stood to the side, an unusually serious expression on his face as he waited silently.
"Mmmmm." Neville looked uncertainly over his shoulder, a frown on his face.
"Don't worry about him Nev." Harry clapped him on the shoulder. "Just imagine it's the D.A, you've improved so much over the last year mate."
"Thanks Harry." Neville offered him a small smile, his expression still showing his uncertainty.
"I'm not just saying that to make you feel better. You shouldn't be nervous. You're just as talented as any of us." Harry looked at him earnestly. "Probably more than most actually."
"Th…thanks." Neville stuttered before his eyes widened considerably as the new defense teacher came storming down the corridor.
Without uttering a word, Snape allowed his eyes to sweep across his students who stood silently in the corridor, his gaze stilling on Harry before he entered the classroom. His black cloak billowing behind him dramatically.
Heaving a great sigh, Harry watched in amusement as his classmates scuttled in hurriedly, their wide eyes fearful as they all clambered through the doorway.
"That was really nice of you, you know." A soft voice spoke up from behind him.
"It was the truth." Harry shrugged one shoulder as though it was nothing.
"He looks up to you though, he needed to hear that." Hermione insisted as they stepped into the classroom.
"It wasn't anything," Harry whispered quietly as they took their seats next to Ron. Turning his head towards the front, he wasn't at all surprised to see Snape standing there, face stoic as his black eyes glittered. As the room waited with baited breath, Harry raised an eyebrow, his lips curing up in amusement. It was as though everyone was scared to even breathe.
Professor opened his mouth, his slick voice echoing throughout the quiet room. "I've followed your progress over the years. Your lack of structure and guidance is an issue that must be met immediately." He paused, letting his words sink in. "This year will be completely different from your previous at this school. You will need to be prepared every time you enter through that door."
Harry glanced around the room, a few Hufflepuff's in the corner were exchanging nervous looks, the Slytherin's looked their usual cocky selves, the Ravenclaw's at the front sat straight backed, their keen eyes glued to the Professor whilst the few Gryffindor's looked on with vague interest. Harry caught Neville's eye and offered him a reassuring smile from across the room before turning back to Snape.
"Now, I need to know what I'm working with. It seems as though they let anybody in this glass." His eyes drifted over to Neville, a smirk playing on his lips before he continued. "You will be called up in pairs that I've already assigned. You will duel against your opponent, your goal is to disarm them as soon as possible." He turned around, waved his wand once and conjured a staging area for the duels to take place. "The first pair, Zabini and Granger." He announced to the classroom, his smirk growing more pronounced as the Slytherin section of the room cheered.
Harry looked toward Hermione, her jaw was set and her eyes hard. She must have felt his gaze on her because she sent him a wink before making her way toward the front of the classroom.
"Reckon she has a chance?" Ron whispered as Hermione and Zabini took their places. He was watching uncertainly, a nervous look in his eye as Zabini approached the front.
"Reckon HE has a chance?" Harry grinned at Ron before leaning on his arms, his eyes glued on the scene before him.
It didn't last long. Zabini's lack of concentration and skill, allowed Hermione to disarm him almost immediately, her left hand reaching out and catching his wand easily as he stood there dumbfounded. Harry grinned, his eyes twinkling as Hermione made her way back to her seat, a beaming smile on her face as everyone cheered.
"Silence!" Snape called angrily, his harsh voice cutting through the noise like a razor. "Next pair, Thomas and Crabbe."
20 minutes later, Harry let out a large yawn, his head resting on his hand as he watched as Ernie McMillan take out Goyle. He knew he would be the last person to go. And he knew whom he would be paired up with. Soon enough, his suspicions were confirmed when he and Malfoy were the last ones to be called up.
"You got this mate." Ron clapped him on the back as he stood up, his back emitting a small popping sound as he stretched leisurely.
Coming up to the front of the room, Harry felt the entire class's gaze on him and Malfoy, an eerie silence filling the room as they stood opposite each other.
"Scared Potter?" Malfoy raised his wand, his voice barely above a whisper.
Harry let out a small chuckle, a faded memory from 2nd year floating across his mind. The dueling club Professor Lockhart had started amid the attacks and the opening of the Chamber. Malfoy and him dueling in front of everyone. Malfoy uttering exactly the same thing as he did 4 years ago. Bringing his mind back to the present, a 16-year-old Draco Malfoy stood in front of him. Tall and lean, his black cloak buttoned to the top showing only a glimmer of the emerald tie he wore with pride, his immaculate white blonde hair almost blending in with his pale skin as his grey eyes sparkled madly. He wanted to prove himself.
Harry allowed a small smile to cross his face. He stood casually, his jet-black hair falling haphazardly into his eyes, sticking up in all directions over his head and making him look like he'd just woken up. His crisp white button down top was loosely done, the first few buttons missing as his red and gold tie hung limply around his neck. The sleeves on his shirt rolled up carelessly to his elbows.
Bringing up a hand, he brushed back his hair, hoping it would stay out of his eyes. He watched as Malfoy's eyes flickered momentarily to his scar, which was now visible for everyone to see.
Pulling out his own wand, Harry readied himself, his eyes glowing as he felt an unusual sense of power build up inside him.
"You wish."
"That was amazing." Ron ranted as the trio walked out of the classroom. His bright blue eyes sparkling happily as he looked at Harry.
"It wasn't anything." Harry muttered quietly. He avoided the awed looks of his classmates, bowing his head as they made their way through the corridor that was currently swamped with students.
"Wasn't anything?" Ron repeated, his expression incredulous. "You totally owned him Harry. I've never seen anything like that before."
"It must be my lucky day then." Harry looked over at Hermione who rolled her eyes, an eyebrow raised in disbelief.
"Don't you have Divination now Ron?" Hermione interrupted just as Ron began opening his mouth.
"What?" Ron turned to look at her in confusion before realization dawned on his face. "Oh bugger." He glanced at his watch, cursing under his breath before muttering a quick goodbye, leaving Hermione and Harry standing in the packed corridor as students hurried to their next class.
"You got a free?" Harry asked, sidestepping a 3rd year that looked almost ran into him.
"Yeah. You?" Hermione grabbed a hold of his hand, tugging on it to bring him closer to her so they didn't get separated in the rush.
"Ahuh." Harry nodded, his hand tingling as his mind reeled at the feel of her soft hand in his.
"Well I'm going to the library." Hermione announced, seemingly unaware of the affect she was having on him.
"No you're not." Harry shook his head, an idea popping his head. A large small stretched across his face as his hand pulled against hers, forcing her to stop and look up at him in confusion. "You're coming with me."
"Unless you're going to the library…" Hermione trailed off, taking a step forward to avoid an over enthusiastic first year.
"You're not going to study at the library on your first day back when you can have fun with your best friend Hermione." Harry sent her a crooked grin, his eyes twinkling. "It's not up for discussion either. You're coming with me." Harry didn't wait for a response; instead he quickly turned and headed toward the kitchens, Hermione's hand still gripped tightly in his own.
"Isn't this better than being in that stuffy library?" Harry asked Hermione as he took a bite of an apple. He lay on his side, long legs stretched out in front of him as he leaned on his elbow, his hair ruffling in the breeze.
They sat together under the shade of a tree by the lake, the giant squid surfacing briefly before falling back into the water. A small picnic basket sat in front of them. Hermione looked back at him, she had rolled up her own sleeves, her tie hanging loosely around her neck. Her brown hair was pulled up hastily, random strands of hair falling out and framing her face. She sat crossed legged, her skirt hiked up to mid thigh as she sat quietly.
"The library isn't stuffy Harry." Hermione defended her sanctuary, an affronted look on her face as she leant back, her hands behind her.
"I beg to differ." Harry remarked quietly trying not to stare at her. He took another bite of his apple to keep busy.
"I love the smell of old books." Hermione confessed, a small smile on her face. "And you can't find older books than what's in the Hogwarts library."
"Why?" Harry rolled over onto his stomach, resting his head on his arms as he looked up at her. "Why old books I mean. They smell like old people."
"I don't know really." Hermione shrugged, her gaze drifting over to the lake absently. "I suppose I just like the idea that the book has it's own history. That someone else has read it and enjoyed it just like me." Hermione shrugged as she looked down at him. "You must think I'm crazy."
"Just a little." Harry laughed as Hermione slapped him lightly on the shoulder. "You know I'm kidding." Harry grinned broadly, eyes twinkling as Hermione mimicked his position. She rolled her eyes slightly as he continued to grin, "you were really great today Harry. Against Malfoy."
Harry closed his eyes briefly, a small sigh escaping his lips. Opening them again he felt butterflies in his stomach as Hermione stared at him intently.
"It has nothing to do with luck either Harry. You're growing into a really powerful wizard." Hermione went on, her soft voice washing over him as he watched her silently. "It wasn't a fluke with the potion either. It wasn't a fluke and it wasn't luck."
"I feel different." Harry admitted quietly. "It's like I can feel the magic inside of me, building and building." He bit his lip before he continued. "With Malfoy I felt so in control of everything. It was like he was moving in slow motion." He looked at Hermione uncertainly, "is that normal?"
"I don't know Harry." Hermione paused briefly. "Maybe you've always had this kind of ability. It's just taken until now for it to trigger."
"Maybe…" Harry's voice trailed off, his eyes trained on his fingers as the played with the blades of grass.
"How's your Legilimency training going?" Hermione changed the subject, her own fingers playing with the grass in front of her. "Are you sleeping better now?"
"It's getting better I think. I'm stronger than I was last year and Dumbledore is easier to handle than Snape."
"And you're sleeping now?" Hermione pressed, pausing her actions to look at him.
"Some nights are better than others." Harry tried smiling before scooping up his pile of grass quickly and dumping it on Hermione's head.
"Harry!" Hermione squealed, laughter ringing out in her voice as she looked up at a now standing Harry. He looked down at her smugly, hands on hips, a smirk on his face.
"I wouldn't be so smug if I were you Potter." Hermione stated slowly as she stood up, grass falling from her hair.
"Bring it on Granger." Harry grinned, eyes twinkling in amusement as Hermione approached him, forcing him to step backwards.
"You do realize you're standing on the edge of a lake don't you Harry?" Hermione asked, tilting her head to the side as an amused smile spread across her face.
"Now I do." Harry's eyes widened, glancing behind him he quickly realized Hermione was right. He was standing right on the edge with nowhere to go. Well, at least she'd go down with him. Pretending to look behind him again, he gave Hermione the opportunity to push him, her small hands resting against his chest, forcing Harry to lose his balance.
"Ahhh Hermione!" Harry laughed loudly, his hands reaching out and grabbing a hold of hers, ensuring she'd come with him. She let out a short squeal as she too lost her balance, her laughter echoing in the grounds as they both fell in.
Coming up to the surface, Harry only had a second to gain his breath before Hermione dunked him. Her small hands pushing down on his shoulders as she forced all of her weight on him.
Taking a hold of her hands under the water, Harry came up for air, his breathing ragged and strained from laughing. He looked over at Hermione, his vision blurred due to him losing his glasses in the fall. Luckily she was close enough for Harry to see she wore a beaming smile, her hair sticking to her forehead as she held his hands, their fingers lacing together gently.
"I really hope you are Hermione and not some random brown haired girl who also fancied a dip in the lake." Harry joked, his eyes twinkling.
"I can't believe you dumped grass in my hair." Hermione smiled, speaking for the first time, her breath tickling his face. "What are you, like 8?"
"I can't believe you shoved me in the lake." Harry counted, "Very immature Granger. What would Professor McGonagall say? You're her favourite student!"
"Oh hush Harry." Hermione smiled, her voice was breathless and Harry grinned at her. "You really are blind without your glasses aren't you?"
"You mean you don't have 3 heads that blur together?" Harry squeezed her hands. "Well I'll be damned."
Hermione let out a small laugh as she let go of his grip. Harry heard her, and vaguely saw her swim away to get something.
"Where are you going?" Harry asked, squinting his eyes as he tried to make out what she was doing.
"I'm fetching your glasses for you." Hermione called out as she reached her destination before turning back and making her way towards him.
"Here you go, you blind bat." Hermione handed him his glasses.
"It's not my fault I have dodgy genes." Harry pouted as he put his glass back on. "Ah that's better. I can see you now." He sent her a crooked grin, eyes sparkling happily.
"How old were you when you got them?" Hermione wondered as they made their way to the edge of the lake.
"Four I think." Harry answered as he hauled himself up, his clothes sticking to his body as his hair clung to his head. "I think what clinched it was when I started walking into doors." Harry smiled at Hermione as she sat next to him, her arms crossed over her chest as their legs dangled over the edge. She was shivering slightly, her gaze on the lake as her face flushed a light pink.
Harry bit back a smile; she looked absolutely gorgeous sitting there. Her hair dripping wet while her clothes clung to her body in all the right places.
"Oh, before we get pneumonia." Harry pulled out his wand and waved it casually, drying them both in seconds. "Better?"
"Yeah. Thanks." Hermione smiled as she regained her composure, "We better get going. We have charms soon."
"Wanna skip it?" Harry asked, tilting his head up to look at Hermione as she loomed over him.
"Oh I don't think so Potter." Hermione held out her hand, "you've already distracted me enough for today. Let's go."
"Are you sure?" Harry asked as he grabbed the offered hand. "Be a rebel Hermione."
"Yes Harry, i'm sure." Hermione laughed as she hauled him to his feet. "Hurry up or we'll be late!"