Chapter 13: X & Y
To the very nice reviewer who asked if i was going to use the half blood prince book, my answer is no. I basically believe JK lost her mind whilst writing the last two books... but that's just my opinion. And also, there will be more Ron coming up, i just get lost in writing Harry and Hermione that i forget there are other character's sometimes.
Ohhh and Luna. i love Luna. She'll make an appearance soon and help our hero out in the matters of the heart.
P.s, i did warn you it would be slow paced in the first chapter! lol, Harry and Hermione will get together soon though, i promise!
As the sun streamed in through the curtain, Harry closed his eyes tightly and dragged the covers back over his head. Today was the day of the Gryffindor Quidditch trials. The whole house had been buzzing with excitement for the week leading into it and according to a nervous Ron, there was going to be a 'bloody lot of people trying out.' Ron himself was becoming exceedingly agitated as the trials drew nearer. He insisted on practicing at every opportunity, dragging Harry along with him at all hours of the day.
Finally gaining enough will power, Harry turned toward his beside table and felt for his glasses, shoving them on, his eyes widened considerably as he read the time. Trials were expected to start in 10 minutes. Cursing loudly, Harry shot out of bed, toppling over and landing unceremoniously on the floor as his legs tangled in the sheets. Groaning slightly, he released himself and quickly tugged on his nearest pair of dark jeans, lacing up his shoes quickly before grabbing his red and gold Gryffindor rugby jumper, his surname stitched on the back in gold letters, the number 9 taking up most of the space whilst on the front a lion opened its mouth in a mighty roar.
Rushing toward the pitch a few minutes later, Harry could tell that Ron was completely right. There was indeed quite a turnout. The grey clouds that hung overhead forced a frown on Harry's, an icy wind blowing his messy hair into his eyes.
"What kind of captain are you? Late to trials!" An amused voice came from beside him.
"Good morning to you too Miss Granger." Harry spoke dryly, humour in his voice as she came up next to him. They both descended the slippery slope toward the pitch, the grass wet beneath their feet.
"Morning." Hermione smiled as she walked carefully, her foot slipping slightly. "Are you ready?"
"There are so many people." He looked back over his shoulder at Hermione and grinned at her slow pace. "Need a hand?" Harry extended his hand toward her and she gripped it tightly with a grateful smile. "So you feel like doing this for me?" Harry asked as they continued their journey.
"And give up watching you try and attempt to do this?" Hermione looked toward the pitch pointedly. "I wouldn't dream of it."
"You're horrible." Harry pouted as they neared the stands, the chatter and laughter of the students carrying towards them. "I see you've come prepared." He nodded toward the book held tightly in her left hand.
"Always." Hermione nudged him playfully. "Did you see Ron this morning?"
"No, missed him." Harry looked into the stadium and stopped. There were far too many people out there. He felt his stomach churn slightly. "Did you?"
"Yeah. Poor bloke. Couldn't eat a thing." Hermione shook her head solemnly. "He's a complete wreck."
Harry only nodded as he caught side of their red-headed friend. He stood alone, away from the group, his jaw set and his eyes focused, a light tinge of green to his cheeks.
"Perhaps I should've given him my lucky potion?" Harry proposed listlessly as he observed the crowd. There were lots of people he didn't even recognise. "Who are these people? Are they even in Gryffindor? Why are there so many people here?" He shot off the questions rapidly, his nerves increasingly each second.
"I bet more than half aren't even trying out." Hermione peered over his shoulder, "look at all those girls on the right. They aren't dressed to fly."
"Then why would they come? Surely they have better things to do." Harry looked to where Hermione had mentioned the girls. Sure enough there were about 10 girls huddling close together, all wearing tight fitting jeans and coats, their hair and makeup done.
"I guess they want to get a look at the great Harry Potter." Hermione remarked mildly. "I told you everyone the school was smitten with you."
Harry sighed and turned to Hermione. He opened his mouth, intending to make some witty remark before closing it as he took in what she was wearing.
"Aren't you going to be cold?" Harry looked at her uncertainly. She wore light jeans and a t-shirt. "Do you have a jumper?"
"What?" Hermione asked, eyes widening in surprise. She looked down at herself as though she forgot what she was wearing. "Oh no I don't. I didn't think it would be so cold." She looked back up and smiled, "don't worry Harry I'll be fine."
"You'll freeze." Harry insisted, his nerves about holding the trial vanishing as he worried over Hermione. "Here," he let go of her hand and pulled off his jumper, handing it over to her before she could protest. "Put this on."
"Don't be silly Harry." Hermione pushed the offered jumper back into his arms. "Then you'll freeze."
"Just take it." Harry rolled his eyes, "I won't take no for an answer." He raised his eyebrows in challenge, the offered jumper in his outstretched hand.
"You're so stubborn sometimes Harry." Hermione sighed accepting defeat, handing her book over to Harry and pulling on the jumper.
"Bit rich coming from you don't you think?" Harry smirked as he waited. She looked absolutely perfect.
"Oh hush." Hermione took back the book and looked at him pointedly. "Satisfied?" She held out her arms in front of her, she was practically drowning in the jumper. She looked cozy though and Harry smiled at the sight.
"It suits you." Harry remarked, stepping forward and propping up the collar. "You wear it better than I do."
"Sure sure." Hermione went a slight pink before walking into the stadium, Harry trailing behind.
"You sure you don't want to try out?" Harry asked as he stepped beside her. "I'll be nice to you."
"My first and last flying experience was in first year Harry." Hermione grinned, "good luck Captain." She waved and smiled brightly as they parted, heading toward the stands as Harry made his way to the centre of the pitch.
Watching Hermione go, Harry felt his inside give a familiar tug. Shaking his head he turned to face the crowd before him.
"Ok, sorry I'm late." Harry announced as he came up to the awaiting group. No one appeared to have noticed his arrival however as they all continued to talk to each other. Frowning slightly, Harry caught the smirk on Ginny's face as she watched him struggle to gain their attention. He sent her a small glare before trying again.
"OI!" Harry tried clapping his hands together, the sound drowned out by the laughter.
Cursing under his breath, Harry pulled out his wand and shot it in the air, a loud gunshot echoing in the stadium and bringing the pitch to silence.
"Good." Harry sighed as he lowered his wand, everyone's eyes now on him. Pocketing his wand Harry cleared his throat. "Now, for you don't know, I'm Harry." He sent Ginny another glare as she let out a snort of laughter. "Since it's such a crappy day i'd be a real fan if we could do this as fast as possible but first things first, if you're not here to try out, can you please go and wait in the stands." Harry wasn't surprised when more than half of the group departed, leaving some familiar faces and some unknowns.
"Beater's are up first. Show me what you got." Harry unlocked the bludger's and stepped back. Tryouts were underway.
Harry sighed quietly as he watched the beaters try out. Not one had even hit the bludger. Standing on the ground, Harry crossed his arms over his chest to try and keep warm. He gave a small roll of the eyes when a 3rd year almost fell off his broom as he swung his bat wildly. He returned his attention to the ground just as he heard someone come up next to him.
"You're friends with Granger right?" Cormac McLaggen asked casually, causing Harry's eyes to widen in surprise.
"Uh, yeah I am. Why?" Harry looked at him, a frown on his face. He never had much to do with McLaggen, he didn't really know he existed to be honest. But looking at him now, Harry wondered how that was the case. He was a tall guy, the same height as he was and had perfect white teeth, blonde hair and blue eyes. A lot of the girls who were watching had their eyes glued on him, and he seemed to know it - and liked it.
"She's hot." Cormac replied with a shrug, his voice like silk.
Harry felt his insides burn at the comment, narrowing his eyes he followed Cormac's gaze and saw Hermione. She sat in the stands, hair pulled off her face, her hands hidden within Harry's jumper as she read her book. She must have felt their eyes on her as she looked up suddenly and caught Harry's gaze. She put down the book and smiled brightly, her nose adopting a faint pink look from the cold.
Harry frowned deeply as Cormac raised his hand in a wave and sent her a grin.
"She likes me." Cormac stated as Hermione lifted her hand and waved back, a confused expression on her face.
"She what?" Harry raised his eyebrows in disbelief. How the heck did he get that idea?
"She likes me. Look at the way she's checking me out." Cormac stated smugly. He looked at Harry with his perfect smile. "Reckon you could put in a good word for me?"
Looking over at Hermione, Harry felt the familiar tug and also a fair amount of jealousy at the look Cormac was currently sending her way. Biting his lip to stop himself from responding, Harry returned his attention to the air before calling the beaters back down.
"Keepers and chasers are up now. Keepers, we'll do two at a time. Those trying out for chasers will go in threes." Harry announced as soon as everyone was gathered. He looked over at Ron at frowned, the poor guy looked ill. "Mitchell and Jones you're up first, chasers can sort yourselves out. It doesn't matter what order." Walking away from an all too smarmy McLaggen, Harry approached Ron as everyone took to the air around him.
"You alright mate?" Harry looked at him warily and snorted when Ron gave him a 'what do you think' look.
"Just imagine you're playing back at the Burrow and you're playing against your family. You've got this." Harry supplied with a hopeful look. He really wanted Ron to beat McLaggen.
"You're right." Ron nodded as though pumping himself up. "Abso-bloody-lutely I can do this." He looked at Harry and gave him a thankful grin. "Thanks mate. Those beaters were awful weren't they?"
"That's what training's for." Harry looked up in the air and watched as the chasers flew overhead. "Have you ever spoken to McLaggen?" Harry tried to keep his voice casual.
"Not really." Ron gave him an odd look. "Why?"
"Just think he's a bit of a prick is all." Harry kept his attention in the air. "Make sure you put him in his place will you? I don't think I can handle having to talk to him more than necessary."
"I'll do what I can." Ron smiled suddenly. "Have you seen all the chicks here?"
"I have noticed a few yes." Harry agreed dryly, the wind picking up and ruffling his hair in all directions. "Want to impress anyone Ronniekins?"
"No!" He blushed a bright red, his ears flaming in embarrassment. Harry looked at him and burst out laughing causing a few heads to turn in their direction.
"Sure you don't." Harry clapped him on the back and pushed him forward. "Do me proud mate."
"Did you see the one where I faked left and dove right and caught it one-handed?" Ron raved at dinner as he piled his plate up with food.
His trial had been an indisputable success, absolutely owning the pitch in every way. Not even McLaggen could do better.
"We saw it Ron." Hermione smiled, sending Harry an amused glance. "You were spectacular today."
"Thanks." Ron blushed a deep red causing Harry to shift in his seat uncomfortably.
"McLaggen is quite good too." Hermione stated as she forked a potato.
Harry felt his insides churn again and glared at his dinner, his brows furrowing together.
"Yeah, he definitely gave me run for my money." Ron agreed as he shoveled food into his mouth before turning to Harry. "I don't see why you don't like him Harry."
"He's a git, that's why." Harry replied, a bitter tone in his voice.
"He seemed fine to me." Ron looked over at him, an odd look on his face.
"I saw you two talking earlier on the pitch…" Hermione raised her eyebrows curiously. "What did he say to you?"
"He's just a git." Harry shrugged and avoided her eye. He was really beginning to feel uncomfortable with this conversation.
"Ok then…" Hermione looked at Ron for an explanation, the red head shrugging helplessly, a similar confused expression on his face.
"I need to go." Harry put his fork down suddenly, his appetite suddenly gone.
"What? Where?" Hermione sat up in her seat and looked at him imploringly.
"Ah, homework. I have homework. Lots of it." Harry lied as he stood up. He looked at Hermione and groaned inwardly, she really wasn't helping him looking like that. "I'll talk to you later ok?" Harry tried to smile before turning on his heel and walking out of the hall hurriedly.
Walking aimlessly around the castle, Harry leant heavily against the wall in a quiet corridor. The sound of his breathing the only noise. Frowning deeply, Harry was quickly lost in his thoughts and didn't notice the presence of another person until their dreamy and serene voice asked the question he was currently mulling over.
"When are you going to tell her you're in love with her?"
Chapter 14: The Hardest Part
When are you going to tell her you're in love with her?"
The calmly spoken question startled him from his daze. Snapping his head around at the voice, Harry met the clear, light blue eyes of Luna Lovegood.
"Pardon?" Harry cleared his throat; perhaps he heard her wrong.
"I asked when you were going to tell her you're in love with her." Luna repeated slowly, a small knowing smile on her face.
"Who am I in love with?" Harry chose to play dumb.
"Hermione of course." Luna fingered her necklace absently, her blonde hair falling across her face.
"I'm..." Harry stuttered slightly, "What? No, I'm… that obvious? What? No, Luna." Harry felt his chest tighten slightly and stood up to his full height.
"You can't deny it forever." Luna spoke casually, her eyes drifting up above them as though watching something infinitely more intriguing. "Every time you look at her…" she left the sentence hanging in the air.
"What about every time I look at her?" Harry asked, annoyed at the silence between them.
"You change." Luna met his gaze. "You always look so tired and worn down. Like the whole world's resting on your shoulders."
Harry bit his tongue at that remark and remained silent, his green eyes staring intently into Luna's, urging her to continue.
"And then when you're with her, it's like nothing else matters. Like there's no one else in the room." Luna continued softly, a small smile on her face.
Harry was about to open his mouth to contradict her when he thought better of it. Sighing in defeat, he leant heavily against the wall behind him.
"Fine. I won't deny it." Harry looked at the Ravenclaw who stood smiling back at him serenely. Harry slid down the wall and sat on the ground, legs stretched out in front of him as he stared up at the ceiling. "I'm so in love with her." He admitted, his voice barely a whisper. He turned to Luna who had remained where she was. "I'm so in love with her that it terrifies me. More than anything."
Luna watched him for a while, an unusually calculating look on her face before she sat down next to him. Her bright red stockings forcing Harry to smile as she stretched out comfortably.
"Love is supposed to be terrifying." Luna spoke softly. "That's what makes it so special."
"Well what do I do?"
"You tell her."
"It's not as simple as that."
"Yes it is."
"No, it isn't."
"Why not?"
"Because…"
"Because why?"
"Because…" Harry looked at her and sighed. "There are other things to consider."
"Like Voldemort?" Luna asked, her voice amazingly casual as she spoke his name. Harry, having recovered from the shock looked back solemnly.
"And a certain red head." Harry frowned.
"Ah yes. Ronald." Luna nodded in understanding. "If Ronald is truly your friend than he would understand."
"Have you met him before?" Harry raised his eyes doubtfully. "He likes her. He won't understand."
"He likes her." Luna repeated, "but you love her."
"He won't see it that way." Harry sighed for the hundredth time and rubbed his temples. He leant his head back against the wall and closed his eyes tiredly.
"I know your life is dangerous." Luna started after a couple of minute's silence. "And so does Hermione. Give her a chance to have a say in this because it's not just your heart you're dealing with."
"You're making a lot of sense tonight." Harry opened his eyes and smiled at her.
"I have my moments." Luna shrugged as she stood up. She looked down at him and smiled. "Don't let her go Harry."
"I won't." Harry whispered and he looked at her gratefully. "Thanks Luna."
Harry continued walking around the castle long after Luna had left him, their conversation repeating itself over and over in his mind.
It wasn't until he checked his watch and realized the time that he began making his way back to the common room, hands stuffed in his pockets as he watched his feet move steadily.
"What's wrong dear?" An old raspy voice roused him from his daze.
"Hmmm?" Harry looked at the Fat Lady in surprise. He glanced around and quickly realised he was already at the tower.
"I asked what was wrong." She raised her eyebrows in question.
"Just thinking." Harry shrugged, "Abstinence." He sighed as the Fat Lady huffed in annoyance before swinging open.
Harry thanked her quietly before clambering through the passage. Walking into the common room, Harry enjoyed the warmth that greeted him. He hadn't realized how cold he was. He looked around the room, it was still pretty crowded; idle chatter filling the room. Looking over to the table by the window he spotted Hermione. She sat alone, parchment strewn out in front of her as she read a textbook, her quill dancing between her fingers as she thought.
Making his way through the pack of students he pulled out the vacant chair across from her and took a seat.
"I don't want to play chess Ron." She sighed impatiently without looking up from her book. "Go ask Seamus."
"Seamus is with Lavender." Harry laughed as Hermione's head snapped up at his voice.
"Oh, Harry!" She blushed brightly, "I thought you were Ron."
"I gathered that much." Harry smiled at her. "Now, tell me." He pointed the parchment in front of her, "why are you doing homework on a Saturday night?"
"Isn't that what you said you were doing?" Hermione countered back without missing a beat.
"Don't act like you believed me when I said that." Harry bit his lip guiltily.
"Thought I'd give you the benefit of the doubt." Hermione shrugged as put her book down.
"How generous of you."
"I'm a very generous person."
"And so modest as well."
"Where did you go?" Hermione asked suddenly, putting an end to their brief banter.
"Around." Harry replied vaguely as he picked up her textbook and started flipping through the pages. He could see Hermione watching him out of the corner of his eye and he sighed. Closing the book the smiled at her and elaborated. "I walked around the castle, needed to clear my head. Met Luna, had a very insightful conversation, continued on my journey, realised the time and came here and now I'm sitting with you."
"You were gone for two hours." Hermione looked at him doubtfully.
"I had a lot to think about." Harry shrugged with a smile.
"Right." Hermione looked back down at her essay, her lower lip caught in between her teeth.
Harry waited for her to continue talking but was surprised when she remained silent. She obviously wasn't in the mood for conversation. She had that furrowed brow and pursed lips, a clear sign she was in a studious mindset.
"I'll be right back." Harry stood up and rested his hands on her shoulders briefly. "Don't move."
Rushing through a cluster of 1st year girls who giggled as he passed them, Harry made his way to the 6th year boys' dormitory. Opening the door, Harry was met with an intense chess match occurring between Dean and Ron.
"Looks intense." Harry remarked to Neville who sat on his bed, Herbology book perched in his lap.
"Ron's been on that same move for about 10 minutes." Neville whispered as to not disturb their concentration.
"Did you know he lost to Hermione in the summer?" Harry didn't bother whispering as he reached for his school bag. The comment caused all three heads to look in his direction. "She absolutely smashed him."
"Oh sod off Harry." Ron glared at him while Dean and Neville laughed. "She got lucky. She won't even have a rematch."
"Don't be bitter Ron." Harry clapped him on the back as he passed by, bag slung over his shoulder. "See you lads later."
Avoiding all eye contact with any other housemates on his way down, Harry quickly rushed back toward Hermione.
"Ron's got a bit of a challenge ahead of him I reckon." He said as he sat down.
"How's that?" Hermione watched him curiously as he began pulling out homework.
"I walked in on some intense chess match between him and Dean." Harry searched for his quill. "Don't be surprised if he's in a foul mood tomorrow."
"Thanks for the warning..." Hermione said absently. "What are you doing?" She asked, pointing at his work, her quill in her hand.
"Well I figured since I told you I was doing homework, I better keep my word." Harry smiled at her. "Besides, I don't just want to sit here and do nothing while you work."
"Why aren't you with the guys?" Hermione looked at him curiously.
"Because," Harry felt his cheeks warm slightly and he fought to keep his voice casual. "I wanted to spend time with you instead."
"Even if it consists of doing homework on a Saturday night?" Hermione smiled, eyes twinkling.
"What are you talking about?" Harry grinned as he pulled out the rather heavy Charms textbook. "I love homework."
"Ah huh." Hermione eyed him briefly before returning her attention to the work before her, a smile on her face causing Harry's heart to soar.
The next few days rushed by for Harry and before he knew it, the first Hogsmeade trip for the year was upon them. Harry cursed himself for not telling Hermione how he felt but he'd honestly been knee deep in schoolwork and extra training. Not to mention Quidditch practice.
As he looked out of the window, he smiled at the snow that fell lightly down. Hermione loved the snow.
Taking extra care in his appearance, he reached for his nicest pair of dark jeans. He paired it with his black v-neck shirt, his red flannel shirt and a black jacket. Looking in the mirror he sighed at his unruly hair.
"You look very handsome." The mirror appraised as he tried flattening his mop. "Much better now you've shaved that awful growth off your face."
"Gee thanks." Harry rolled his eyes, groaning in frustration as his hair sprung out as soon as he lifted his hand.
"You're fighting a useless battle." The mirror remarked unhelpfully.
"I know." Harry relented, running his hand through his hair and ruffling it. "Sod it." Reaching for his black gloves, Harry made his way out of the dorm and into the crowded common room. Spotting Ron and Hermione standing by the fire, Harry paused as he took in Hermione's appearance. She was dressed simply enough; wearing dark jeans, a grey coat, a brown beanie and a cream scarf. Feeling his heart increase, Harry took a deep breath before continuing down the stairs.
"Where we off to first then?" Ron asked as they got off the carriage. The street was covered with snow, the white almost blinding.
"How about we do Zonko's first?" Harry supplied, biting back a small smile at the small frown that briefly flittered across Hermione's face.
"I'm glad you said that." Ron clapped him on the back, a big smile on his face.
As the trio made their way down the crowded street, Harry felt his nerves escalate tenfold. Glancing over at Hermione he smiled as he watched her look at her surroundings. Her nose pinked by the cold, eyes twinkling as the snow fell softly to the ground.
"Blimey it's crowded." Ron exclaimed loudly, bringing them all to a stop.
Harry looked towards the crowd and smiled inwardly. Quickly reaching out he grabbed Hermione's hand before they were swept up in the crowd, the throng of students helping separate the trio. Pulling Hermione along with him as Ron's red hair vanished into the shop, Harry managed to free themselves from the crowd.
"Harry what are you doing?" Hermione looked at him with wide eyes.
Ignoring her inquiry, Harry proceeded to walk back up the street, intent on finding a more secluded area.
"Harry?" Hermione repeated, pulling on his hand.
"Just trust me ok?" Harry looked at her pleadingly. He smiled as she nodded wordlessly, allowing him to pull her along to some unknown destination.
"Ok." Harry came to a stop. He stumbled upon some courtyard after taking numerous turns in the high street.
"Harry why are we here?" Hermione looked around in confusion. "What's going on?"
"I have to tell you something and I need you to not say anything until I'm finished ok?" Harry rushed out quickly before she could fire off more questions. Hermione looked up at him curiously before nodding silently.
"Now. I know I'm not great with words so I'm just going to say it." Harry took a deep breath. "I love you." his voice was barely above a whisper, the softly spoken words echoing throughout the courtyard. "I'm so in love with you." Harry continued, feeling as though he couldn't stop now that'd he'd started. "You're all I think about. Every single minute of every single day Hermione and it's driving me insane. Driving me insane in the best way possible because it's the most amazing feeling." Harry finished quietly, his voice sincere. His heart hammered in his chest as Hermione looked at him, her whisky colored eyes sparkling with happiness. A bright smile graced her face causing the corners of her eyes to crinkle slightly, a small dimple appearing on her right cheek.
Harry smiled, a true genuine smile that made his eyes brighter than usual. Bringing himself closer to her, he gently bought his hand up and lightly touched her bottom lip that trembled under his touch. "I love everything about you." He stated softly, his eyes trained on her mouth, which curled into an embarrassed smile. "But you want to know what I love the most?" He met her gaze with a small smile. "This dimple," he touched her right cheek gently, "what I would give to see that dimple." He smiled softly. "It only happens when you really smile you know." He stated conversationally. "And I really love your smile." Harry almost felt his heart burst as the dimple reappeared, more pronounced than ever. Leaning in softly, he kissed it gently before pulling away. He took a deep breath, eyes closed as he took in the scent of her skin, a tinge of vanilla touched his nose. He smiled as he opened his eyes and met her gaze. "You can talk now." He whispered.
"I don't want to." Hermione mumbled softly, her hands gripping the front of his jacket tightly.
"Why not?" Harry's hands snuck around her waist and pulled her body closer to his.
"Because I'm scared I'll wake up and it'll all just be a dream." Hermione admitted quietly, her hands moving up his chest and locking together behind his neck. Smiling down at her, Harry brought up his hands and cupped her face gently, his fingers tracing her mouth delicately, trembling under his touch. The sound of their breathing was the only noise as they stared at each other silently. Sending her another smile, Harry tucked away a stray piece of hair behind her ear before leaning down and finally pressing his lips to hers. Her lips were soft beneath his and he marveled at the feeling. Increasingly the pressure slightly, he gently touched his tongue to her lips and was granted access immediately. A soft groan left her throat as their tongues met for the first time in a sensual dance. Breaking the kiss slowly, Harry leant his forehead against hers gently, their breathing mingling together. Opening his eyes, Harry saw that hers were still closed, her lips parted slightly. Not able to resist, Harry quickly kissed her again firmly before breaking away, "It's not a dream I assure you." Harry whispered as she opened her eyes. Her light eyes sparkled more brightly than he'd ever seen them and the dimple on her cheek made his heart soar.
"In that case." Hermione whispered as she played with the back of his hair. "I love you too."
Chapter 15: White Shadows
Stop looking at me like that."
They were walking back to the main village. Angry looking clouds hovered above, threatening to open at any moment.
"Like what?" Harry smiled innocently, his eyes twinkling happily. His gaze drifting with deliberate slowness to her mouth before looking back up, a slight smirk playing across his lips, his gaze unwavering and intense.
"Like that."
"Why?"
"Because you make me feel…" She struggled slightly for the right word, her lower lip caught between her teeth.
"Make you feel what?" Harry stepped closer to her, his breath tickling her neck.
"Incoherent." Hermione mumbled softly, her eyes drifting closed at his nearness, her breathing coming out in small puffs.
"Hermione Granger, incoherent?" Harry chuckled, laughter rumbling his chest. "I've never heard such a thing."
With what seemed like a great effort, Hermione took a step away from him. She gave him a small glare as he smirked at her.
"I make you incoherent?" Harry's grin broadened.
"You make me illogical, unintelligible, inarticulate, jumbled, confused, disjointed, speechless…" Hermione looked at him in the eye, "and yes, incoherent."
"I like that." Harry smiled, his gaze softening.
"Easy for you to say." Hermione muttered, "you're not the one sitting innocently doing your homework when the guy you're in love with comes up, gives you this look and makes your mind go blank."
"Would you prefer me to not look at you?" Harry sent her a crooked grin, his eyes sparkling. He took a step toward her.
"It would make doing homework with you a whole lot easier." Hermione nodded seriously, a small grin of her own threatening to spill out.
"But I like looking at you." Harry brushed some snow off her shoulder and smiled at her. "Tell me. When am I allowed to give you that look?"
"You are absolutely forbidden to use it when it's exam time." Hermione responded quickly, the idea of being unfocussed during such an important time unimaginable.
"But exams go on for ages." Harry pouted, "I don't think that'd be possible."
"You'll just have to find the willpower." Hermione shrugged as though it wasn't her problem.
"And what about now?" Harry asked gently, relishing in the fact he could affect her so much.
"Now would be ok." Hermione smiled a little breathlessly, her gaze drifting to his lips before meeting his gaze evenly.
Harry looked into her eyes and was once again lost, love shining in his emerald orbs. He kissed her again, their lips melding together as though they'd been doing this for years. Breaking away when air became an issue, he stepped back with a small smile and wink. Taking her hand in his as they started off again. Their banter resumed as they walked back, their hands swinging between them.
"What are we going to do about Ron?" Hermione asked suddenly as they began mingling with the crowd again.
"Wow, Hermione. Great way to kill the mood." Harry remarked dryly as they came to a stop outside the Three Broomsticks.
"I'm serious." Hermione looked up at him, a worried expression on her face. "What are we going to do?"
"Tell him and then duck for cover?" Harry supplied lamely, he looked toward the door and then at Hermione. "You want to go in? It looks pretty crowded."
"I don't mind. What do you want to do?" Hermione rubbed her hands together.
"I want to spend the day with you and no one else." Harry replied honestly, "But you're cold, and I assume hungry." He frowned before an idea popped into his head. "Feel like paying Dobby a visit?"
"Oh." Hermione eyes lighted up happily at the idea and Harry grinned.
"I'll take that as a yes." Harry laughed, intertwining their hands as they made their way back to the castle.
"Hey Dobby." Harry smiled at the house elf as he and Hermione entered the kitchens. The warmth was a welcome relief to the cold outside and they ditched their gloves, scarf's and jackets.
"Mister Harry Potter." Dobby rushed forward, the usual beaming smile on his face present. "And Miss Hermione Granger. What a pleasure." He ushered them to the table and sat them down. "What can Dobby get for Harry Potter and his missus?"
"Ahh, a hot chocolate for me please and Hermione…" He looked at her and smiled at her blush. "Two hot chocolates please Dobby."
"Right away Harry Potter sir," Dobby rushed offered, hurrying around the kitchen. Returning before either of them could say anything.
"Dobby got you some food as well Harry Potter." He set down a tray with an assortment of food.
"Thank you Dobby." Hermione thanked the house elf with a small smile before reaching for a chocolate muffin.
"Anything for Harry Potter and his missus." Dobby beamed again before scuttling off.
"Harry Potter and his missus?" Hermione repeated, her face a bright red.
"No need to say it like that." Harry pretended to be offended as he reached for a scone. "It's not that much of a repulsive idea is it?"
"I don't mean it like that." Hermione quickly amended. "It was just unexpected." She blushed again before clearing her throat. "I'll get used to it I suppose."
"Being called Harry Potter's missus?" Harry looked at her with a smile.
"Someone's got to do it." She waved her hand dismissively, her eyes twinkling as Harry let out a bark of laughter.
"Now." Hermione started as she sipped her drink, "what are we going to do about Ron?"
"Ron," Harry called as he walked into their dorm. It was almost dark, the grey clouds outside finally opening – large drops of rain pelting against the window and echoing loudly within the room.
"Have you lot seen Ron?" Harry addressed his housemates who were sitting and chatting in front of the heater in the middle of the room.
"Not since dinner." Neville answered, he gave him an odd look. "Where were you and Hermione?"
"We lost track of time." Harry fought the blush that crept up his cheeks. "You wouldn't know where he would be would you?"
"Nope." Neville shrugged helplessly, still eying Harry curiously.
"Right." Harry ignored his gaze and wandered over to his trunk. He pulled out the map and sat on his bed. "I solemnly swear I'm up to no good."
He waited patiently for the map the reveal itself, his gaze wandering everywhere trying to find Ron. He found Hermione. She was wandering around her dorm – pacing more like. Harry smiled, of course she'd be worried. Hermione had wanted to tell him together but Harry managed to convince her to let him do it, man-to-man. He finally spotted Ron walking along the third floor corridor. Sighing in relief that he was alone, he snapped the map shut and hurried out of the room.
"Ron, Ron, hey" Harry called as he turned the corner and caught a flash of red hair.
"Harry?" Ron looked up from the floor and stopped.
"Yeah mate." Harry walked up to him cautiously; he had an unreadable expression on his face. What if he already knew?
"You and Hermione disappeared today." Ron looked at him, an annoyed expression on his face. "I was wondering around the village like an idiot for the better half of the day."
"Right. Sorry." Harry muttered sheepishly, infinitely glad he'd chosen a more secluded spot. "That's what I wanted to talk to you about actually." He rubbed his hands together to warm them up as the castle was freezing.
Harry bit his lip as Ron looked at him expectantly; arms crossed over his chest as he waited for Harry to talk.
"Hermione and I are together." Harry said after a moment's silence, his voice clear, his gaze intense. He watched as Ron took in the news silently, a wary look in his eyes. "It just happened today." Harry continued, feeling like he needed to clarify that. "And I..." He stuttered a bit, feeling increasingly nervous under his silence, "I really love her Ron."
"You knew I liked her?" Ron asked quietly, his voice was calm.
"Yes." Harry admitted quietly, guilt crashing down on him. He was the worst friend.
"And you went after her anyway?" Ron continued on in the same calm voice.
"It's not some crush Ron." Harry looked at him, his voice serious. "And it's not same phase. I'm in love with her."
"Love?" Ron repeatedly doubtfully, "you're 16."
"There's no age restriction on love Ron." Harry replied, an edge to his voice. "I didn't ask for this to happen."
"But it did." Ron said quietly. He looked around the corridor, stuffed his hands in his pockets and rocked on his heels.
"Yeah." Harry mimicked his actions, not quite sure what else he should say. Luckily Ron broke the silence.
"And she's in love with you too?" Ron asked.
"Yeah." Harry felt his heart swell at the thought; a grin breaking it's way onto his face.
"Ok." Ron nodded, his voice resigned.
"Ok?" Harry looked at him uncertainly. "That's it? Ok?"
"Yeah. Ok." Ron smiled a bit. "I won't pretend I didn't see it coming. Even I'm not that dense."
"But this summer? You were so…" Harry stuttered a bit.
"Jealous?" Ron supplied helpfully, laughing as Harry nodded. "Yeah I know. I was. But even then I could tell you two were into each other. The way you looked at each other, talked to each other." He gave a small shudder, "It made me sick."
"But now?" Harry wondered.
"Now I realize that you guys have something more bigger than anything else." Ron shrugged, "I'm sorry for that by the way. For being such a prat."
"All is forgiven." Harry smiled, clapping him on the back. He looked at Ron curiously before making his mind up on another matter.
"I need to tell you something else, about Voldemort." Harry said quietly.
"What?" Ron flinched at the sound of his name.
"I can't tell you here." Harry ignored his reaction and peered down the corridor before ushering him into a vacant classroom, he soundproofed the room.
"There's this prophecy…"
"Where have you been?" Hermione voice greeted them as they clambered through the portrait some 30 minutes later.
"We had a talk." Harry looked at Ron and bit his lip at his pale complexion. They walked over to the fireplace, attempting to warm up. Hermione looked at them, her eyes bursting with questions.
"Well?" She sighed impatiently, her foot tapping the floor.
"He told me about the prophecy." Ron stated quietly, careful to not let his voice carry to anyone else.
Hermione herself, paled at the unexpected answer. Evidently she hadn't been thinking of that and was startled at the reminder. She looked at Harry who had been watching her and fought back tears. "He'll be ok Ron." Hermione said as soon as she composed herself. "He'll be ok." She repeated more certainly.
"You don't know that Hermione." Harry said softly, his eyes showing his vulnerability.
"Yes I do." Hermione disagreed stubbornly. "We'll help you, won't we Ron?" She looked at the red head for support.
"Blimey, of course." Ron looked at Harry seriously, "don't disagree with the woman Harry. You know she's always right."
"Thank you, Ron. I'm glad someone here is aware of that." Hermione came up and smiled at Harry. She looked between them uncertainly. Harry answered her unspoken question.
"I told him about us." He felt a jolt as he referred to himself and Hermione as 'us'.
"I told him it was ok." Ron looked at her and grinned. "I don't want to get in the way of what you two have."
"Oh Ron." Hermione almost tackled him to the ground with her hug. Harry laughed as Ron patted her awkwardly on the back, his eyes pleading as he looked at Harry over her shoulder.
"Let the guy breathe Hermione." Harry teased her gently as she released him.
"Oh I'm sorry. I'm just so happy." Hermione gushed, her face flushed as she smiled radiantly. "I still have my two boys." She looked at them both.
"Yeah well just don't go at in front of me." Ron made a disgusted face.
"Go at it?" Harry repeated with a laugh, "you made us sound like heathens."
"You know what I mean." Ron punched him on the shoulder lightly with a small laugh. "Oh, and if you ever hurt her – I'll be forced to inflict vast amounts of pain on you." He said, his face turning quite serious.
"Duly noted." Harry nodded, the thought of hurting her caused him pain just thinking about it. He looked at Hermione and smiled softly.
"Good." Ron let out a large yawn. "I'm off to bed. Catchya in the mornin'." He gave them a small wave before heading towards the dorms.
"That was…"
"Unexpected." Hermione finished, turning to face him.
"But welcome." He smiled at her, pulling her to sit down with him on the couch.
"Very." Hermione agreed as she rested her head on his shoulder. Harry smiled down at her and shifted so she was partially in his lap, holding her to him he pressed his lips gently against her forehead. "I'm glad you told him." She whispered quietly, playing absently with the buttons on his shirt.
"So am I." Harry agreed softly, "He deserved to know."
"You'll get through this Harry." Hermione looked up at him, her face inches from his. "I know it."
"The power he knows not." Harry repeated, leaning his head against hers and looking into her whiskey coloured eyes. "I think I figured out what it is."
"Love?" Hermione asked, frowning, as Harry shook his head no.
"Your love." Harry whispered, his heart melting as Hermione smiled in such an endearing way. He lowered his lips to hers and they were once again lost only in each other.
Chapter 16: Violet Hill
Harry looked absently out of the window. Snow was falling softly; the white powder covered every surface making it look like some white wonderland. He could only just make out Hagrid's hut, puffs of black smoke barely visible in the distance. The three of them were in the library, doing some defense essay that Snape had set that day and was due tomorrow.
"What are you guys doing for Christmas?" Ron asked, his voice disrupting the silence.
"I'm staying with my parents." Hermione looked up from her parchment. "I didn't spend that much time with them in the summer and I feel kind of guilty, especially since last Christmas I left early…" She trailed off quietly, sending Harry a brief glance. "Are you going to the Burrow?" She looked at Ron, her gaze drifting to Harry as he continued to stare out of the window, an unreadable expression on his face.
Ron shook his head, "No, relocating to Grimmauld place, Order says it's safer." He looked towards Harry and nudged his arm to gain his attention. "You coming?"
"I can't." Harry tore his eyes away from the window. "I have to stay here."
"Why?" Ron and Hermione asked at the same time, their full attention now on him.
Harry shrugged, "Dumbledore wants me to stay and train. Which is fine. I'll get more practice in without classes to worry about."
"But it's Christmas!" Hermione looked aghast, "you should be with people you care about."
"Hagrid will be here." Harry tried to sound optimistic. "And Dobby. It'll be fine." He looked at Hermione and tried to smile reassuringly, "don't worry."
"I could stay here with you?" Hermione reached out and squeezed his hand gently, "If I explain it to my Mum and Dad I'm sure they'd understand."
Harry shook his head, smiling at the gesture. "Don't be silly. I've taken you away from them far too many times."
"But…"
"No buts Hermione." Harry said firmly, "I won't even be around here, I'll be busy the whole time – you'd be bored out of your mind."
"Surely, they'd give you a break though mate." Ron pointed out after a moment's silence.
"Apparently not." Harry shrugged helplessly, looking down at his watch and sighing quietly. "On that note – I have a lesson." He packed his work away and tried to smile. "I'll see you back in the common room." He leant over and grabbed Hermione's hand. She looked up at the contact, her eyes clouded with worry. "Stop worrying about me." Harry said gently as he moved forward and kissed her softly on the forehead, her eyes closing as his lips lingered. Pulling away he gave her hand another squeeze.
"Alright. Time out." Remus panted, hands on his knees as he leaned forward to catch his breath. They'd been dueling for a good 30 minutes, both dripping with sweat.
"Good call." Harry closed his eyes and tried to control his breathing. He sat up on a desk and took a long drink of water. For a while the only sound in the classroom was their harsh breathing before Harry broke the silence to ask a question that'd been on his mind for a while.
"Can I ask you something?" His voice was slightly strained.
"Of course." Remus nodded for him to continue, his hair clinging to his forehead.
"What was she like?" Harry asked curiously, putting his bottle down beside him and looking at Remus, his eyes sparkling.
Remus looked confused, "Who?"
"My mum." Harry clarified quietly. "It's just…" he stumbled a bit, stuttering slightly, "No one ever talks about her and I was just wondering…" He blushed, turning his head away and staring at his shoes, "what she was like." He finished lamely.
His question hung in the air, their breathing eventually calming down and evening out.
"There was no one like Lily Evans." Remus' voice made Harry look up; he walked over and sat down next to him. "James was infatuated with her since the moment he saw her."
"But she hated him." Harry remembered Snape's memory.
"James was…" Remus struggled for the right word.
"A bit of a bully?" Harry provided, taking sip from his water as images of his father taunting Snape flashed through his mind.
"He wasn't a bad person Harry." Remus glanced at him, "he was just a teenager with a bit of a big head."
Harry nodded doubtfully. "Why did he hate Snape so much anyway?"
"I don't know. He was young. The feeling was mutual. It just happened and then got out of control." Remus looked at him, and added almost pleadingly. "James wasn't proud of himself Harry. He grew up."
"I know what it's like to be bullied." Harry admitted after a brief pause. "You know, Dudley, he hated me." Harry let out a snort of laughter, "I was this freak who wore baggy clothes and broken glasses and had some weird scar on my forehead." He looked ahead, aware that Remus was watching him intently. "I was this joke. This punching bag and I had no friends." He turned to Remus. "Just because I was different I was ridiculed and punished. There was no real reason."
"I was different." Remus pointed out, "Sirius was a Black. No one trusted him at first, except for James." He continued, "and Peter was… Peter." He smiled, "James didn't care who you were or where you came from. Don't let that one memory influence how you remember him Harry. He wasn't that person anymore. Lily made sure of that."
Harry nodded, his eyes trained on his shoelaces as they sat in silence, both lost to their own thoughts. Glancing up, Harry nudged Remus with his shoulder, "So, what made Lily Evans so special?"
"Well let's see." Remus took an exaggerated deep breath, "she was smart. She was absolutely stunning, dark red flowing hair and these eyes." He looked at Harry and grinned. "These eyes that no one could even try to define. They were so bright." He paused, "Your dad loved them. Wouldn't stop going on about her eyes." Remus clapped him on the back. "You're a lot like her you know Harry, more than people realise."
"You mean I got more than her eyes?" Harry grinned at him, said eyes twinkling behind his glasses.
Remus laughed, "Yes. For one, you're both extraordinarily kind and brave." He looked away for a moment, "until I met you Harry I'd never met anyone as brave as Lily. When you were born." He smiled sadly at the memory, "I'd never seen either of them so happy. James shouted an entire pub a round of drinks and Lily, she was just so in love with you. So proud of you."
Harry smiled at the thought, "do you think they would have liked Hermione?"
"They would have adored her Harry."
"That's good." Harry nodded, his voice soft.
"They would be proud of you too Harry." Remus added quietly, "I know Sirius was and I know I am."
Harry looked up and was startled to the see the amount of emotion in his eyes. "I'm sorry." Harry blurted out.
"Pardon?" Remus looked at him confused.
"I can't imagine what it would be like." Harry bit his lip, "to live without your best friends."
"It's hard." Remus admitted quietly, "For 12 years I was lost to the world. I'd lost the closest four people of my life in one night."
"And then what happened?" Harry looked at him curiously.
"I became a teacher here and I met you." He smiled gently, "you gave me hope Harry. You give people hope Harry. It's what Lily could do as well."
"Are you sure you don't want me to stay?" Hermione looked up at him, her face torn.
They were standing at the entrance of the great hall, carriages loaded with students setting off for the station. Harry smiled at her and cupped her face, her cheeks felt cold beneath his warm hands. "Hermione I know how much you've missed your parents. Go home and enjoy Christmas with them."
Hermione sighed, biting her lip. "Are you sure?"
Smiling at her with his crooked grin Harry kissed her, his fingers tangling in her hair as she responded to him eagerly, moaning softly as he devoured her mouth. Pulling away reluctantly before he lost all control, Harry rested his forehead on hers gently, his breathing rapid. "I'll be fine. Just have fun for me ok?"
"I'll try to." Hermione sighed, she stood on her tip toes and kissed him gently. "I love you."
Harry smiled, his heart warming. He'll never get tired of hearing her say that. "I love you too. But you better get going. I think these are the last batch of carriages." Harry picked up her bag before she could get to it. "Where's Ron?"
"Here." Ron slid up next to him, Ginny in tow.
"Cutting it a bit fine don't you think?" Harry asked as he walked them to a carriage. He gently placed Hermione's bag inside before stepping back, a break in the clouds above allowing the sun to shine down on them.
"Maybe a tad." Ron grinned at him before clapping him on the back, "have a good one mate."
"Yeah you too." Harry smiled at him as he disappeared into the carriage. Turning to Ginny he gave her a hug, "I'll see ya later Gin. Merry Christmas."
"You too Harry. Take care of yourself." Ginny smiled as they parted, sending Hermione a small wink as she climbed aboard. He turned to Hermione and smiled at her worried expression.
"Stop looking at me like that." Harry laughed quietly at Hermione as he pulled her into a tight hug. She smiled into his shoulder, kissing it before pulling away.
"Owl me?" Hermione looked at him before adding seriously, "If you need anything. Or even if you're just bored."
Harry grinned and rolled his eyes playfully, "I'll owl you so much you'll be so sick of me by the end of it you'd wish you'd never said that."
"Give me another kiss." Hermione smiled, pinching his arm gently. Harry smiled into the kiss, closing his eyes and enjoying the feel of her mouth on his.
"Get on the carriage before I change my mind and keep you here for myself." Harry whispered against her mouth before pushing her gently toward the door, watching her with a small smile on his face and she waved goodbye.
After a particularly gruelling session with Moody, Harry found himself sitting the the Hogwarts library with numerous books strewn out in front of him. He was taking the rare free time to get some of his coursework completed but was finding it exceedingly difficult. It was only 3rd day of the break but Harry swore it'd been longer. By her request, he'd sent Hermione letter. Taking extra care in making sure he was fine and not sinking into depression. He closed his eyes tiredly as he felt a wave of exhaustion come over him, resting his head on the table.
"Well if it isn't Saint Potter." A silky voice made him open his eyes. "Where are your minions? Finally realised they were the scum of the Earth and went back to where they belong?" Malfoy sneered down at him.
Harry smirked, "funny that. I was just about to ask you the same thing." He looked down at his watch and concluded he must've been asleep for about 20 minutes before he was so rudely interrupted. "I'm surprised you didn't try to off me while I was sleeping." Harry remarked as he stretched his arms over his head, "of course," he added, "Voldemort would rather me alive wouldn't he Draco?"
"Getting a bit of a big head there Potter." Malfoy flinched slightly at the mention of Voldemort. His pale face almost transparent. "You must think a great deal of yourself. Of course, you always have thought you were more important than others."
"I don't." Harry looked at him for a moment, "but he does."
Malfoy, for once, didn't seem to have anything to say. Harry watched him silently, half expecting him to pull out his wand and hex him and the other to just walk away without another word. He was surprised when the Slytherin sat down on the other side of the table, his gaze locked on the window as he watched the rain pour down hard. Harry looked at him curiously, a recent conversation with Remus filling his mind. They'd been talking about restarting the D.A when the subject of allowing Slytherin's to join arose.
"They can't be trusted." Harry said firmly, "I'm not teaching them."
"Don't prejudice against houses Harry." Remus looked at him seriously, holding up a hand to stop him from protesting. "I know people believe that Slytherin produce the most dark wizards." He paused briefly before continuing. "But your house doesn't define who you are. And people aren't black and white. They're not always only good or only evil..."
"So you want me to trust them? Even though most of them are probably already Death Eaters?" Harry asked doubtfully.
"I'm just saying that people are more complicated than they let on." Remus said gently, "Wormtail wasn't a Slytherin was he?"
"I think the hat had a bit of seizure when it said Gryffindor. Only thing that explains it really." Harry remarked dryly, "he has none of the attributes associated with being Gryffindor." He looked up at Remus when he didn't respond and sighed. "Ok, I get your point."
"People look up to you Harry." Remus clapped him on the back, "as much as you don't want them to, they do. You shouldn't judge a book by it's cover."
"I know."
Blinking himself out of his daydream, Harry looked more closely at Malfoy. Maybe Remus was right, maybe there was more behind this 16 year old who acted so tough and mighty. "How come you're staying at the castle?" Harry tried to engage him in conversation. He almost laughed at himself, the idea of asking Malfoy such a civilised question would have seemed unimaginable had it been only a few weeks earlier. Malfoy turned, startled out of his daze, his eyes widening slightly at the unexpected question. He glanced at Harry curiously before shrugging noncommittally. "Me too." Harry twirled his quill around in his hand, his brows furrowing as he thought. He packed up all his work, leaving out only one potions book. Biting his lip, he stood up, "you might find it useful for that essay Slughorn set." He pushed the book toward him, "chapter 14 is a ripper." He ignored Malfoy's understandably weary look and walked out of the library.
Chapter 17: Life In Technicolor
It had been a week since everyone had left. The wind howled against the window of the 6th year boys' dormitory, rain rapping sharply in a consistent beat. The dark clouds hovering overhead stretching out for miles. Harry closed his eyes and sighed, sinking deeper into his warm bed in the hope of recapturing the dream he just woke up from. He closed his eyes tightly as he fought to hold on to the image of Hermione. Thinking of Hermione made his heart ache – the feeling becoming all too familiar as the days wore on. Even though they spoke everyday Harry felt completely lost. He yearned to hold her again, to feel her against him, to see her smile at him in that endearing way which made his heart beat faster and slower at the same time. He groaned unhappily, his face scrunching together. Another week of torture was before him, another week of grueling training that had no restrictions or boundaries. Countless duels ensued, each more exhausting than the last. He was sore, tired and lonely. Gritting his teeth together, he swung out of bed with obvious reluctance and dressed for his lesson with Tonks.
On his way down, Harry dwelled on the increasingly confusing situation that surrounded Malfoy. Apart from his short remarks at the start of the holidays, the Slytherin hadn't uttered a single word to him. He did however, always sit himself opposite Harry in the library and do his homework silently. The first time this happened Harry couldn't stop himself from shooting the blond glances every now and then, only to frown when he saw him staring intensely at his parchment, an unfamiliar expression marring his usually smirking face.
Harry shook his head in disbelief, the sound of his crisp footsteps the only noise echoing in the corridor, one single thought clinging to his mind. Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter were study buddies – albeit, silent study buddies. Ron would go ballistic.
"Looks miserable doesn't it?" Tonks nodded to the window. She wore her hair a bright blue colour today. They were sitting side by side, the lesson having just finished.
"It seems endless." Harry drank deeply from his water, his shirt clinging to his body as he brushed his long hair out of his eyes impatiently. He looked out of the window, his mind drifting quickly.
"Missing her?" Tonks' question broke him from his daze. His head snapped around to meet her eyes and he blushed furiously.
"What do you think?" Harry ignored her smirk. He picked up a towel and stuffed his face into it, taking a deep breath. "I don't know how I went so long without seeing her before."
Tonks laughed, "you weren't head over heels in love with her at that point." She patted him on the back. "She'll be very proud of you though. You've done an amazing job this past week. Even Snape can't find a fault in you." She laughed again, her eyes twinkling.
Harry lifted his head and smirked, "not for lack of trying." He ran his hand through his hair as Tonks laughed, the sound echoing in the classroom. They sat in companionable silence for a while before they both gathered enough energy to part ways.
Harry bit his lip uncertainly as he strolled to the library, broomstick in hand. He wasn't sure how well his plan was going to work. He glanced out of a window as he passed by, rain continuing the pelt against the glass. Shoving his free hand into his black jeans, he entered the library. Spotting the blond hair easily, he took a deep, steadying breath before walking up to him.
Malfoy didn't even acknowledge him when he first approached, his eyes trained on the textbook in front of him. Clearing his throat hastily, Harry announced his arrival. "Hey."
The greeting obviously caught him off guard as his looked up, surprise etched into his features. He glanced uncertainly at the broom and waited, not uttering a word.
Harry gripped the handle tightly, "I'm sick of studying. I was going to go out and fly for a bit. I know it's raining." He added when Malfoy looked outside pointedly. "I don't care." He looked back the Slytherin and met his gaze, "and I thought you'd wanna come. Seeker vs. seeker." He allowed a smirk to grace his face as he added; "you'll need all the practice you can get if you want to beat Gryffindor this year. What do you say?"
Harry waited patiently as Malfoy stared at him for a long time, his grey eyes watching him cautiously. Harry stood his ground, he felt sure about himself. He kept his demeanor casual and friendly and after what seemed like an eternity of waiting got an answer.
"I think." Malfoy looked out of the window again, a particularly heavy douse of rain hitting the surface hard making him grimace. "That you're insane for wanting to go out there in this weather." Malfoy smirked as Harry raised his eyebrows, "I also think I'd love nothing more than to get out of this damn castle."
Harry closed his eyes and let out a small groan. The wind outside so loud that it had startled him awake, his eyes opening blearily as he blinked slowly. It was Christmas day. Harry pushed himself into his pillow, thoughts of going back to sleep escaping his mind as the wind and rain outside reached new levels. It had been 3 days since he'd gone flying with Malfoy. They still didn't talk all that much but they'd reached some level of mutual understanding. They had studiously avoided bringing up the war, sticking firmly to either schoolwork or Quidditch. Malfoy knew he was having lessons but that was the extent of it, he was still a pain, he pulled out his smirk every now and then but his insults no longer held the malice and hatred it once did. Harry sighed quietly, wishing Hermione was there to help him figure out what to do next. To reassure him he was doing the right thing. Yawning widely, Harry put his glasses on and smiled at the heap of presents at the end of his bed. He tried to ignore the quiet of the dorm as he unwrapped his gifts but a hollow feeling imbedded itself in his stomach as he finally realized he was spending Christmas without his best friends. After going through all his presents he came across Hermione's last. Her present was a rectangle shape, wrapped in gold and sporting a white ribbon. Eyeing it curiously, Harry gently removed the paper and let out a small gasp as he saw what he was holding. It was the two-way mirror he'd broken last year. Completely repaired. Harry felt tears prick his eyes before he saw a piece of parchment that had Hermione's neat scrawl. His eyes traveled over the card quickly, his heart filling with warmth at the words he read.
Dear Harry,
By now you've obviously opened your present and realize it's the two-way mirror Sirius got you. I hope you're not mad at me for taking it without your permission and not telling you I fixed it. But I'd thought I'd take a chance and surprise you. I have the other one (Remus gave it too me) so if you ever need anything just call my name ok? Unless you want me to give it to Ron, so you could talk to him whenever you wanted. I'd find that a bit odd but hey, it's up to you.
I miss you Harry. Call me. I want to see you on Christmas – even if it is through a mirror.
Merry Christmas.
I love you
Love, Hermione.
P.s. If you really did want to give the other mirror to someone else I may have to hex you into next year.
Harry smiled at the last part, his heart pounding in his chest. He glanced over at the clock that read 6:30 and bit his lip uncertainly. He felt almost guilty at the thought of waking her up but that was almost instantly dispelled at the idea of seeing her face. He pulled up the mirror to his face, "Hermione." His voice was soft.
He sat there waiting for a while and just as he about to give up, her face came swarming into view.
"Harry!" She smiled brightly, her eyes lighting up happily as he grinned back at her.
"Hey." Harry smiled before frowning softly as he noticed her disheveled hair and sleepy eyes. "I woke you up didn't I?"
Hermione touched her hair and grinned, "maybe. But it's Christmas and it's like an unwritten law that you should be up before 7 at least. So I should be thanking you. Besides," she added, a faint blush creeping up her cheeks. "I like waking up to the sound of your voice."
Harry's eyes softened and he smiled back, "I couldn't sleep." He glanced outside before returning his gaze to her, "And then I opened this and couldn't put it down without seeing you. I think I'm going to carry this around everywhere." Harry laughed quietly as she beamed a large smile at him. Her smile was infectious, "you weren't up all night waiting for Santa to come down the chimney were you?" Harry made himself more comfortable and propped himself up on his elbows.
"I fell asleep." Hermione pouted, her eyes twinkling. "When I woke up in the middle of the night the milk and cookies were gone."
Harry laughed, "Maybe you'll catch him next year."
"Merry Christmas Harry." Hermione smiled at him softly.
Harry watched her silently for a few seconds, his mind almost blank as he gazed into her eyes. The eyes he'd missed the most over the last week and a half. "Merry Christmas." He whispered quietly, "thank you for this." He tapped the mirror and fought back a lump in his throat. "I'm… I can't… it's just…" He stuttered, fumbling his way trying to think of a way to convey just how thankful he was. He stopped and paused and met Hermione's gaze again, she watched him quietly, "thank you."
"You're welcome, Harry." Hermione smiled softly.
Harry grinned back, a mischievous twinkle coming to his eye, "I think I'd rather Ron have it though. I'm not coping without him." Harry laughed as Hermione's opened her mouth in mock outrage.
Hermione gave him a small glare, although the corners of her mouth twitched. "Is that so Potter?"
Harry nodded seriously, "Yep. My heart aches to hear him tell me another Quidditch play. I miss how he'd give me rundowns on the last game the Cannons played. I'm simply lost Hermione."
"You're awful. Do you treat all your girlfriends like this?" Hermione shook her head, her messy hair flying all over the place.
Harry grinned, "just the ones I like."
"Lucky me." Hermione rolled her eyes, a small smile on her lips.
"I miss you." Harry stated softly after a moment. How he said it made Hermione look at him in surprise. "It's so boring here. All I do is train. Study. Eat and sleep." Harry sighed, "I need your help."
"On what?" Hermione looked at him curiously.
"Malfoy."
Although she had been noticeably surprised at his newfound relationship regarding Malfoy, Hermione showed her support – telling him he was doing the right thing.
After saying goodbye, with the promise they'd see each other in less than a week – Harry couldn't help but feel sad and depressed. He'd heard her parents in the background, their happy chatter and laughter reaching out to him and making him yearn for that kind of family and normalcy.
So, it was with a heavy heart that he made his way to his lesson with Tonks. His feet dragged along the floor as he thought of the Weasley's and of Hermione. The rain continued to pelt down angrily, the sound only adding to Harry's miserable mood.
"Well aren't you a ray of sunshine?" A cheery voice greeted him as he stepped inside the classroom.
"Morning Tonks." He offered a forced grin, "Merry Christmas."
"Merry Christmas Harry." Tonks smiled at him, her eyes were sympathetic but held a knowing glint to them that Harry couldn't quite place. Before he could question her she pulled out her wand. "We won't have a big session today. Come on. Show me what you got Potter."
"Ah. Alright Harry. That'll be it for today." Tonks wiped her brow, her breathing slightly labored. Harry nodded and glanced at the clock.
"You staying for lunch?"
"Yeah. Can't leave you here completely alone now could I?" Tonks winked at him, causing him to smile.
"Thanks." Harry felt some relief wash over him at that news and made to walk towards the hall before a hand shot out and stopped him. He looked at Tonks curiously.
"You can't go like that." She looked him up and down. "You need to shower first and make yourself presentable."
"Why should I bother?" Harry muttered, "I'm not trying to impress anyone."
Tonks pushed him towards the stairs, "it Christmas Harry. Make an effort."
20 minutes later, Harry found himself in his dorm, completely refreshed and clean. He wore black jeans, a dark grey hooded jumper paired with his black converses. Shaking his head in confusion, he couldn't really understand Tonks' insistence that he should change. It wasn't like the castle was filled to capacity. He let his mind drift and before he knew he was wandering down the final steps toward the Great Hall. As soon as he opened the doors he was greeted with a sea of familiar faces. His green eyes widened considerably as a flash of brown hair bolted out of the group.
He felt his heart stop.
"Harry!" Hermione darted out quickly from the crowd and launched herself on him.
Recovering quickly from the surprise, Harry opened his arms just in time to catch her, her legs locking around his waist as his arms wound around her. Twirling her around, he smiled as she laughed happily. He breathed in deeply and felt himself relax as he held her tightly.
"What are you doing here?" Harry asked as he finally set her down, his hands resting on her waist as she played with his hair. His green eyes were wide with shock and he couldn't wipe the smile off his face.
"Making sure you spend Christmas with your friends and family." She stated simply, leaning forward and capturing his lips with hers. Harry smiled into the kiss, his heart pounding in his chest. He couldn't believe this was happening. He put his hand on the back of her neck and pulled her closer, smiling all the while. Breaking away breathlessly, she looked at him with a smile before glancing behind her. Following her gaze Harry felt his smile widen even more.
Every single Weasley was there, (except Percy of course.) Fleur, Hagrid, the Grangers, Tonks, Remus, Dumbledore and even Professor McGonagall. Shaking his head, he looked back down at Hermione and saw her smiling at him, her eyes twinkling madly.
"What did you do Granger?" He kissed her forehead before breaking out of their loose hug.
"How do you know it was me?" She caught his left hand and squeezed gently.
"Who else would do this for me?" He asked quietly, sending her a soft smile before a flash of red hair came at him.
"Merry Christmas Harry." Molly Weasley gave him one of her famous hugs.
"Merry Christmas Mrs. Weasley." Harry smiled as he hugged her back, both hands free as Hermione went over to stand by her parents.
"Let the guy go Mum, you'll crack a rib." Ron teased his mum as she let go, a beaming smile on her face. "Merry Christmas mate." Ron clapped him on the back as Mrs. Weasley settled back toward her husband. "Thanks for the present." His eyes lighted up. Harry had got him brand new Keeper gloves.
"Thought you might be needing them." Harry grinned before looking around. He pretended to shield his eyes, "there's so much red." He laughed as Ron pushed him. After greeting all the Weasley's and Fleur, Harry turned to Tonks, "So I guess I should say thank you for making me shower." He grinned as she let out a bark of laughter, her eyes twinkling. "Would've been right embarrassing wandering in here like that." He laughed and pulled her into a hug.
"You're welcome Harry." Tonks ruffled his hair as they parted.
"Merry Christmas Moony." Harry grinned at Lupin who stood next to Tonks; he shook his hand before pulling him into a hug.
"Merry Christmas Harry." Remus smiled, clapping him on the back before letting Hermione take his hand. As she pulled him towards her parents, Harry felt a large lump form in his throat. He vaguely noticed the others take their seats at the table, chatting amongst each other.
"Harry this is my Mum and Dad. Jane and David." She squeezed his hand softly. "Mum, Dad, this is Harry Potter."
"It's so nice to finally meet you." The woman who looked remarkably like Hermione stepped forward and surprised him with a hug. "You're all Hermione ever talks about."
"Oh really?" Harry laughed at the blush on Hermione's cheeks. "It's nice to meet you too Mrs. Granger." He smiled at her as she stepped back. He turned his gaze toward her father and stuck out his hand. "Merry Christmas Mr. Granger."
"Merry Christmas Harry." Mr. Granger gripped his hand firmly and shook. The familiar shade of light brown eyes sizing him up. Harry stood up straighter, a smile gracing his face as he tried to act casual. "Hermione was saying how excited she was to go home for Christmas." Harry looked between the two as Hermione's father released his hand from its death grip. "I hope it's not a hassle coming to the castle."
"Not at all." Mrs. Granger gushed, looking around the hall in wonder. "I can finally understand the fuss Hermione makes about this place. It's breathtaking." She looked upwards and stared at the ceiling.
Harry glanced up at the ceiling himself and smiled. "There's definitely no place like it." He agreed quietly. He returned his gaze to eye level. "I remember the first time Hermione came in." He looked toward Hermione and grinned at her perplexed look. "She was walking right behind me. Reciting Hogwarts A History."
Hermione blushed, "As if you remember that."
"Stuck with me I guess." Harry shrugged with a smile. He took her hand and intertwined their fingers together gently.
"We better get seated then." Mrs. Granger smiled, taking her husbands hand and steering him to their seats. They were sitting opposite Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, the latter immediately engaging them in conversation about some muggle device.
Looking down the table, Harry caught the light blue eyes of his headmaster. Dumbledore raised her glass and offered a small smile, his blue eyes twinkling madly behind his half moon spectacles. Harry sent him, McGonagall and Hagrid a grin before taking his seat next to Hermione and Tonks. The table filled with chatter and he turned toward Hermione and eyed a new piece of jewelry she wore around her neck. "That's a nice necklace you have there." He fingered the silver heart shaped locket, "who got it for you?"
Hermione laughed quietly, "oh just some guy I'm seeing."
"He has great taste." Harry grinned at her.
"I'm a pretty lucky girl." Hermione shrugged, her eyes twinkling. Leaning forward he gently kissed her smiling face. Breaking away at the sound of approaching footsteps, he watched as Professor Snape walked by, clearly intent on talking to Dumbledore. Malfoy trailed slowly behind, keeping his gaze firmly on the floor. Harry and Hermione exchanged glances, communicating silently. After talking in hushed whispers with the headmaster, Snape straightened up and made to exit the hall. Just as they were at the doors, Harry stood up, the motion causing the table to fall silent.
"You're welcome to join us." Harry heard himself say, his voice stopping Snape and Malfoy in their tracks. There was no missing the look of surprise that drifted across their faces as they turned to face him. "I mean, there's lots of food and there's room." He added lamely, looking at Hermione uncertainly and mentally cursing himself for his stupidity. He was startled when Snape and Malfoy, after having a short conversation, starting making their way back towards the table. "Right." Harry said, ignoring the glare Ron was sending him and watching as they took their seats. "Good." He sat down himself, flushing under the attention.
"What the hell was that?" Ron whispered fiercely from across the table. His face as red as his hair.
"It's Christmas." Harry shrugged, sending Hermione a grateful smile as she intertwined her hand with his under the table. Hermione was right. You shouldn't be alone on Christmas.