Hey guys! Chapter 5! I hope you like it! A big thanks to Anne-Marie for all her help. I don't know what I would've done without you. Anyway, this is my favorite chapter so far, and I think you will see why. ; p Please remember to review, no matter what you think!
With a rush, Hermione was whisked into a quite spacious living room. It was already fully furnished, with a telly, and couches. There were paintings on the walls, and on top of the mantle, pictures of all three of them, smiling and laughing from their early years, to now. As she walked towards the paintings for closer inspection, she noticed with delight that they were by her favorite muggle painter, Picasso. She whirled around to look at Harry, who was grinning broadly.
"How'd you get those?" She asked in amazement. "Those are originals, they must be the only copies!"
"I have some connections." He smiled "I figured we could use something to go on the walls, and I knew they were your favorite, so I figured, why not?"
Hermione ran over and threw herself around him, for the second time that hour. "Thank you so much Harry! This place is wonderful, and I'll find someway to make it up to you! I promise."
"Oh don't be stupid Hermione! This is a gift, and you aren't going to make up anything."
Hermione was just about to open her mouth to protest, when Ron's voice interrupted. "Bloody hell Harry! This is brilliant." They pulled away from each other to go see what Ron was talking about. On the way there, they past a huge, state-of-the-art kitchen. It was already fully equipped with pots, pans, and lots of food. As they walked down a hallway, she spotted Ron standing in the middle of a room. It was, by the appearance, undoubtedly Ron's room. It had quidditch posters all over of his favorite players, and a desk, full of personalized stationary, with a stock of his favorite type of quills. There was a big bed in the middle of the room, with gold sheets and a red comforter. There were four red pillows, under-stuffed, just the way Ron likes them.
He turned to Harry, and asked in bewilderment, "How'd you manage to do this mate? It's incredible! How can I eve-"
"Don't," Harry interrupted. "It's a gift. I'm just glad you like it."
"Like it? I LOVE IT Mate! This is more that I could ever have asked for. Now if you two don't mind, I think I'm gonna lay down for a while. Today has really tired me out, and I didn't get much sleep yesterday."
"Of course we don't mind. We'll wake you up once were ready to head to the burrow." With this Harry walked out, shutting the door behind Hermione as she walked out and grabbed her arm. "I have something I have to show you!"
"Is it my room?" she asked anxiously. She couldn't wait to see what it looked like.
"No, something better." He said smiling. "Follow me." With this he pulled her down the hallway, to a door all the way at the end. "Close your eyes." She closed her eyes, and felt him open the door. He then took her by the shoulders, and guided her inside. "Okay," he said finally, "You can open them."
She opened her eyes, and gasped. It was a library, overflowing with books. She ran up to them, and started reading some of the titles. 'A Nurses Guide to Medicines', 'Hogwarts: A History', 'A New Word A Day Keeps the Confusion Away' There were little lamps all over the room, that gave it a very cozy feeling. Something was missing though, but she couldn't put her finger on it. All she knew was that she loved this room.
"That half is all the kinds of books you like," he said pointing to the half of the room she had been reading titles from. "This half is things that Ron and I will most likely read such as Auror training books, and Quidditch magazines; although once you finish with that half, you're more than welcome to start on our side. I think that 370 books should keep you busy for while though, maybe a month at least," he said smirking.
She swatted him, and was just about to make a remark, when she suddenly figured out what was missing, chairs! There was no furniture here at all. "Harry, there aren't any chairs. What are we going to sit on?" She asked with her back still turned to him, puzzled.
"I thought you might ask that," he said. "I happen to recall there being a certain three chairs over in the corner of the Gryffindor common room that we all liked. Dumbledore said he'd be sending them over tomorrow morning, along with a few of the pillows. He said they could use some new ones anyway."
Hermione whirled around to face Harry. He was beaming at her, and she was so overcome with emotion. "Oh Harry! This is so wonderful! Thank you so much! I could just, just kiss you right now!" And before she had any time to think, she ran over to him and did just that. As their lips touched, there was a jolt sent through her body. His hands instantly wrapped themselves around her, before either of them knew what they were doing. Suddenly Hermione's senses came back to her, and she pulled away, blushing fiercely. Harry was looking at her strangely, and blushing scarlet.
"I'm so sorry Harry. I, I don't know what I was thinking," she said walking backwards towards the door, fighting off tears. "I'm just going to go to my ro-." But before she could even finish, her feet had taken her out of the room, slamming the door behind her. She took off down the hall, rushing into one of the rooms, and slamming the door shut too, she sank to her knees. She realized with a lurch that it was her room, and that Harry had decorated it perfectly. There was yet more pictures on the wall, and antique looking furniture, including a desk already stocked with, like Ron's, personalized stationary and her favorite types of quills. There was a big purple bed with tons of over-stuffed pillows. Next to the bed, was a night stand, that matched the desk. It had more pictures of the three of them. There was a certain picture with her and Harry hugging that just brought her to tears.
"Oh Harry," she sobbed to the room, "What have I done?"
So.... do you see why I like it? lol Please review, even if you don't! It means a lot, and helps me work faster!
Thanks,
Erin