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Missing Each Other
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Hermione, entry 1
August 10
My room; Harry, Ron's, and my four bedroom flat; London, England
Harry is leaving tomorrow. I shall miss him a great deal. He has been accepted onto the Puddlemere United reserve team, and I am happy for him.
We threw him a good-bye party tonight at the Leaky Cauldron, and he seemed to thoroughly enjoy it.
Right before he opened his presents, he took me aside and gave me a navy blue book with nothing on the cover. I opened it to find on the inside of the front cover, stamped in gold: This Diary Belongs To: ___________.
I must have looked surprised because he said, "This is for you to record your thoughts in; a sort of friend in which to confide while I am gone. Keep it in a safe place, away from water and other things harmful to books. It isn't like Tom Riddle's." I looked up at him, and found that his eyes were laughing.
I smiled and said, "Thank you, Harry," and gave him a big hug. Then I put the diary in my purse, so that I could watch him open his presents.
Fred and George gave him a bag full of joke items from their shop (I'm not surprised), which included Canary Creams, Ton Tongue Toffee, fake wands, and so on. Ginny gave him a picture of him, her, Ron, and I standing in front of the Weasley home. I didn't know she still had that picture. Ron gave him a book (that I was surprised at) about Puddlemere United. And I gave him a diary with an emerald cover. It was the same type as the one he gave me; in fact, I think we went to the same store. Although…. I gave him two quills and three bottles of ink as well.
Later, as Ron, Ginny, and I were cleaning up, someone came up behind me and wrapped me in a tight hug, though at first I thought someone was trying to attack me.
I instinctively reached for my wand, but then Harry's voice came from behind me, saying, "Thank you for the diary, Hermione. I'm sure I'll enjoy it, as long as it isn't like Tom Riddle's. Is it?" I relaxed, grinning at my reflexes, and I turned to look at him. His eyes were teasing, and he had the diary in one hand.
"No Harry, it's not like Tom's. You know it's against the law to enchant Muggle things," I said, smiling at him.
I must end it here for tonight, as I am tired.
-Hermione
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Harry, entry 1
August 10
My room; Hermione, Ron's, and my flat; London, England
Odd how Hermione and I think alike. We gave each other diaries tonight. Then, later, as she, Ron, and Ginny were cleaning up, I came up behind her and hugged her. She reached for her wand, suspecting, no doubt, that I was an attacker. Then I thanked her for the diary. She is so sweet. I think I'm going to need that diary. I've confided in her many times, especially in our fifth year. I cried a bit, too. Cedric's death really punched a hole in me. She really comforted me. Of course, she never let Ron know. And if she did, I'd forgive her, for Ron hasn't ridiculed me. But I don't think she did. I trust her. Good night.
-Harry
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Harry, entry 2
August 11
Living room, our flat
Hermione's cooking breakfast. It smells heavenly. French toast, scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, hash browns, mmmm. Oh, Herm's calling. Later.
-Harry
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Hermione, entry 2
August 11
Living room, our flat
Well, he's gone. He left after lunch. And while lunch was cooking, something amazing happened. I had just slid the pizza in the oven and closed it when he came into the kitchen. Ron was in his bedroom, sulking over Amanda, who had moved in with us. Harry pulled me out of sight of the living room, then covered my mouth with his own. HE KISSED ME!!!!! Oh, it was heavenly, so sweet, soft, and mesmerizing. I kissed him back, but I'm not sure why.
Then, when we parted, he whispered, "Thank you. Please don't tell Ron or Amanda." Then he left the room. I was extremely surprised. Thank you? I didn't get it.
Lunch was a silent affair, except when I told Ron he had pizza sauce on his chin. Harry and Amanda laughed at that. Then we all went back to being silent.
We live in a wizarding apartment complex, so it was all right to ride the Knight Bus. Ron carried his trunk out, and Amanda helped. Harry stayed inside for a minute to talk to me, alone.
The entire conversation went like this:
Him: Good-bye, Hermione.
Me: Good-bye.
Him: Thank you for that kiss. It will be in my memory forever. It will make me remember you throughout the years that I am away.
Me: Thank you. It will be in my memory as well. But, won't the diary make you remember me?
Him: I don't know. But-can I kiss you again? Just for good measure?
Me: Okay.
Then we kissed again. Oh, I felt like I was in heaven. It was so tender, and sweet. I loved every second of it.
When we parted, he said, "Good bye." Then he hugged me and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
"Good bye. Keep safe," I said, and then he left. I watched him leave out the window.
Ron is coming, so I'll put this last thought down, then start dinner.
I think I may have more than friendly feelings for him.
-Hermione
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Harry, entry 3
August 11
Knight Bus
I can't believe what I did and why I did it. I kissed Hermione! Oh, I can't believe it. Why in Dumbledore's name did I do it??? I think I know.
-Harry
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Hermione, entry 3
August 13
Room 12 in the Leaky Cauldron
I needed to get away from Ron. And Amanda, so I came here. Here I can think, and find out about Quidditch. Earlier I mingled with Neville Longbottom, Seamus Finnigan, Dean Thomas, and Colin Creevey. They told me Puddlemere United had begun practices yesterday, and Harry was proving himself to be a very able Seeker. Of course, I know that. He always was a very able Seeker. I wonder how Lily and James Potter feel now that their son is playing professional Quidditch. Probably happy. Very happy…. Oh dear. I seem to keep thinking about that kiss he gave me. I can almost still feel his lips against mine. The last two nights I have had dreams about him. They're good dreams, of course.
God, I miss him. And I pray he's all right.
Ron and I had another big fight. The dialogue:
Ron: Hermione, why have you been moping about Harry for the past day and a half?
Me: *yawn* Shut up.
R: No. I want to know what's wrong with you. You're acting like a lovesick fool whose lover has gone off somewhere! *A sudden look of dawning understanding* Wait a sec. Hermione, do you love Harry?
M: Mind your own business!
R: No! He's my friend too, I want to know if you two are secretly dating or something!
M: *almost in tears* SHUT UP! JUST DAMN, F*CKING SHUT UP!
R: *a very shocked look* Okay. Fine. You win this time, Hermione Anne Granger. BUT YOU WON'T WIN EVERY TIME!
M: WHATEVER! I'm spending tonight at the LEAKY CAULDRON!
R: FINE!
I can't believe I cursed…. But I was mad, and believe me, if you're Ron, and I'm mad, you'd give in easily too. At least… when I cuss you should. Otherwise you'd be advised to get out of hitting range.
-Hermione
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Harry, entry 4
August 13
Puddlemere
I got a letter from Hermione today. She and Ron had a big fight. 'Big' meaning she cussed and yelled at the top of her lungs. I'll copy the letter in here:
Dearest Harry,
Okay, first things first. I can't get that kiss off my mind. For the past two nights I've had dreams about you. God, I can't get you off my mind. This morning I was thinking about you and the you-know-what, and Ron caught me. He and I had this really big fight, so big I cussed. He was mad too, but I was madder. I'm sure that, if he found out, he'd tease till the end of time.
How are you? I miss you already, for some crazy reason. I heard from Neville, Dean, and Seamus you're turning out to be a very able Seeker. Can't wait for your first game! You know, I have this feeling that you're going to be THE Seeker soon. You're a really good one, and you deserve to be THE Seeker.
Lots of Love and thinking of you and the you-know-what,
Hermione
I miss her, too. Something about the eyes. Yet I have this feeling she's keeping something from me….
-Harry
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Hermione, entry 4
August 14
The apartment
I'm VERY PO'ed at Ron. He is being a big idiot. Won't say any more, very tired.
-Hermione
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Harry, entry 5
August 15
Puddlemere
I sent Hermione a reply. I still think she's hiding something from me. Our first big game is tomorrow. I gave her three tickets for it. It'll be in London, at least, in a place near London. I miss her SO MUCH. It's like-like-Oh, I don't know. It's like I can't stand to be away from her. It's very weird.
I got in trouble today. I was thinking about Hermione, and I didn't see a Bludger coming, and it knocked into my leg and fractured it. At that moment I wished my heart out that Hermione were here to make it feel better. But all I got for all that wishing was the nurse and scolds from the captain, who just happens to be Oliver Wood. Oh well. I'll see her tomorrow. Must get sleep, goodnight.
-Harry
P.S: I've put a locking charm on this diary. No one but me can get into it.
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Hermione, entry 5
August 15
The Apartment
Got a letter from Harry today. Along with three tickets to their game in London tomorrow.
Here's the letter:
Dearest Hermione,
How are you? Got in trouble today. I also got a fractured leg, but that's fixed. Was thinking of you and not looking and got hit by a Bludger. While my leg was still broken, I wished my heart out that you were there to make it all better like usual, but all I got was Wood and the nurse.
The nurse is really young, and pretty, too. But not as pretty as you. You're beautiful. Nobody could hold a candle to you. And that I mean. Oh, listen to me, pouring my heart out to you. I might as well get to the point.
I think might have more than friendly feelings toward you, Hermione. I really do. I don't know why I kissed you; it was just an-impulse. Hermione, I have this feeling you're hiding something from me. I don't know why. If you are, why don't you tell me? We've always shared secrets before. Unless they're about each other. I'll close for now, as you're blushing.
With lots of friendly love (for now) and thinking of you and the 'you-know-what',
Harry
P.S. I really am thinking of you as I write this. And the you-know-what.
I'm positive now. I love him. I've put a locking charm on this diary, so now NO ONE except me can get in it. But-I wonder-how did he know I was blushing?
-Hermione
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