~ Home for the Summer~
Summary: This is the flashback chapter, basically telling where this all started, the previous semester at Hogwarts.
Responses to Reviews:
Mystic Gohan- Hermoine is fifteen years old and she's pregnant, no teenagers parents would be exactly thrilled. Maybe not to the point of literally throwing her out of her home, but it's only for the plot so she would be with Harry.
Lord Marix- Thank you, I didn't know my anonymous review blocker was on, it's off now. As for when the story takes place, I added that Harry can drive (not like the car in Chamber of Secrets, this one stays on the ground) but never really specified. Though in the first chapter, I mentioned it was three years after the events in the Chamber of Secrets. They were about 12 there, making them 15 now. But Harry's birthday is in the summer so he'd be just turned 16, and Hermoine maybe 15. Therefore, the following September would be their.(I'm thinking here) sixth year at Hogwarts.
Now, onto the next chapter
Chapter Three- The Diary
" That's cheating you idiot! You cannot move you're king there!" Ron cried. During yet another game of chests, regular chess that is, Harry was the lasting champion, nothing new, but the opponent still tried to find an excuse.
And it never worked, " yes I can, it's the winning move, cheating to you is when I kick your helpless butt". Hermoine, the only spectator in the grand hall, giggled at Harry's comment.
Ron stumped over his arm, " that's why you cheat a lot" he sighed.
Harry looked over at Hermoine, " care to play?".
" No" she smiled, " I can tell you right now I'd loose" she glared at Ron, " I have no problem admitting it either". Harry looked at Ron, a look only seen when Hermoine made such a comment, which was very common. " I'm going to bed". She stood from the bench and walked out of the room.
The boys watched her, " bloody hell" Ron commented, a famous one for him, " you'd think after five years, I'd be use to her".
Harry shrugged, " it's not hard, it's not like she's going to change her personality for you". Ron turned from watching Hermoine leave to a sly evil grin towards him. " What?".
Ron kept smiling, " you like Hermoine".
" What?!" his voice jumped, and he already gone through puberty. But his best friend had hit a sore spot in his own mind, " where did that come from?".
" A thought I had, and has for quiet sometime. I believe, what a coincidence" he sarcastically said, " five years" .
Harry tried to find an appropriate objection, " I think you're the one who loves her" that was not it.
" Love?" Ron raised an eyebrow at the change in vocabulary, " even if I did love herm it wouldn't matter, because she does not love me in return. You, on the other hand".
Harry dropped every chess piece he had been holding back to the board, ignoring the clutter sounds. He was shocked, defiantly, even though Ron already knew it, Harry tried to hide it. " We're a little too old for this Ron, Hermoine does not love me, or whatever you may want to call it".
While he continued with the chess pieces, Tom removed a tan leather book from the school bag he had. Harry only noticed when he began to read. " April fifteenth, it's been so long, I cannot count the days anymore. My feelings are locked away, and yet, I'm too ashamed to admit them. He may not understand, he may laugh, he may not feel the same in return".
" What the hell is that?" Harry studied the open book Ron was reading from.
Ron's blissful grin intimidated him, " Hermoine's diary, I found it".
" You moron!" he reached across the table, snatching it away, the closing it while sitting down again, " this isn't yours, it's none of your business, and you had no right to take it!".
Ron kept the grin, " you're a little jumpy".
" She does not mention my name or any name".
" Yeah, but we're the only guys she's ever around, and it's clearly not me".
" Even if it was me" Harry lowered his voice before speaking again, " if it's in here, it was because she does not want anyone else to know". He got up from the table, holding the diary.
" Where are you going?" Ron asked, seeing Harry was about to walk away.
" To give this back to her".
" She'll kill you if she sees you have it!" Ron exclaimed.
" Not if I tell her I found it under your bed".
Hermoine opened the door to her dorm room, in her pajamas, but no sign of her being asleep. But she looked very happy to see Harry, greeting him with a warm smile.
" I didn't wake you, did I?".
She shook her head, " no, no, I was just looking for something".
He held up her diary so she could see, " by any chance, this?".
Hermoine's eyes grew wider, her jaw fell, " wh-where did you find that?".
" Ron had it, I don't know how he found it" Harry spoke quickly before she could mentally accuse him.
Then she seemed a little sad, " did he read it?".
Over time, Harry discovered that he could never lie to Hermoine, he did not have the will power, even a little white lie, in such a situation, " yes" he paused, " but I wasn't paying attention, I was putting the game away. I didn't really hear" okay, he could lie through part of it.
She looked slightly relieved, though angry, at least it was only at Ron. He watched. " Come in" Hermoine grabbed his wrist and shut the door before he could react.
Harry handed her the diary, she took it and threw it across the room. He watched it and began to think maybe she really was mad at him. Hermoine pressed her lips against his with a strong force, indication, that she wasn't. It took him by surprise, one he didn't mind the smallest bit. Pressing her body up to his, they stumbled into the wall.
After another moment, she backed away slowly, Harry remained against the wall, still in shock. Hermoine giggled, " what a shame, you get scared from one kiss" she was purposely teasing him because of that. While Harry did have detailed dreams about her then woke in a cold sweat, Ron often overheard them, Hermoine did not know of them, it's almost like she was reading his mind. He wouldn't doubt if that were the issue.
" Hermoine" her name rang in his throat.
She turned as he moved away from the wall. Slowly, Harry closed the space between them. Hermoine didn't dare any movement, her legs froze, her breaths became faster, and he hadn't done anything. Yet.
Harry traced her jaw line, gently. She froze completely as he leaned close to her, placing his lips upon hers, softer, compared to her attack. Willingly, she allowed her mouth to open slightly, enough for his tongue to slip through. Weird shocks ran up her spine when one hand went to her waist, the other stayed at her chin. Hermoine eagerly kissed him back, making it deeper, wrapping her arms around his neck so they'd be closer. Harry moved the hand on her cheek to join the hand on her hip, both guiding the other backwards. When her leg hit the bed frame, they broke the kiss. Looking into each others gaze, knowing it was the last chance to stop, or keep what was already there. Both were panting, Hermoine gave a small nod, Harry slowly laid her down onto the comforter, she pulled her down with him.
The next morning hit Harry like a barrel of rocks. Without warning, he shot up from a deep slumber. He looked around, it was not his dorm, he looked down, besides the blankets, he was naked. And, he was alone. He remembered what happened.
Just as he managed to get his cloak on, Harry entered the grand hall were breakfast was being served. Finding his usual seat, with the usual crowd, Hermoine and Ron were there, already engaged in a conversation. At the same time, they both noticed him.
" I told you that you studied way too much" Ron commented upon him sitting down across from him, next to the girl he spent the night with.
" What?" Harry glared at him.
Hermoine stepped in, " you fell asleep in the library last night, I saw you on the way over here. You looked so cute, I didn't want to wake you" she gave him a certain look when saying the last part, the only part with any truth.
" Oh" he said softly, then realized what she was trying to tell him, " oh" he tried to make it sound more presentable to Ron, " yes, I lost track of the time and just, fell asleep".
" Did you return that one book?" now Ron was trying to secretly telling him something, poor Harry, his friends doing this when he had been awake for five minutes at the most.
But Ron was unaware that Hermoine knew the possession he had the night before, " yes, he returned my diary you slithering slug".
" I am what I eat" Ron said, proudly, " and I can say that in a literal sense".
Hermoine ignored the gross comment, " Harry, can I talk to you in the corridor for a moment?".
Finally, he understood something right away, " sure". He followed her down the aisle and through the large doorway. Ron thought nothing of it.
" I'm sorry about last night, I don't know what either of us were thinking and I think we were just caught up in the moment or something" she immediately rushed into speaking the second they were out of earshot from anyone else.
" I understand, I feel the same way, and I'm sorry as well. It was something that should have never happened, and it would be best if we tried to forget about it all together" he didn't mean that, he really did not want to say that.
Hermoine did not want to hear it either, but she knew it would be for the best if she agreed, " of course, I agree" neither said anything for a moment, the silence was killing both of them. " Do you think this could ruin our friendship?".
If he could not have her in the terms of love, he wanted her friendship, " no, of course not. We can't change what happened last night, but it's not something to loose such a good friendship over".
" Right" she nodded, " well, we better get back in there before Ron suspects something. Let's just keep this between us".
" Defiantly".
Harry and Hermoine walked back into the hall, acting like he had really fallen asleep in the " library" the night before.