What Are You Thinking?

Chapter One

Harry Potter and Ron Weasley were extremely bored. Hermione had them sitting in the library on the first Saturday of term revising for a potions test that was still a week away.

�Hermione, look outside, it's gorgeous out there. Couldn't we work out by the lake?� Ron asked her in a whiney tone he reserved for occasions such as this in the library. She gave him a withering look, and then rested her forehead on the large book she was reading.

^Who am I kidding? I'm completely and utterly bored as well. Snape's such a git for setting a test the first week back to school.^

Harry Potter turned his attention from the window to his friend.

�Hermione. If you're so bored as well, why don't we take a break and have some fun?� Harry asked her.

�Harry, I never said I was bored.� Hermione said lifting her head from her book.

�But I just�never mind.� Harry said shaking his head. He must be losing his mind from being trapped inside. He'd had enough of that over the summer at number 4 Privet Drive, and even at Grimmauld Place they'd been stuck inside for safety. He missed the outdoors.

To his surprise he found Hermione staring at him in shock as he looked back at her.

�What?� He said, brushing his face and hair, thinking he had something on him.

�Nothing. But I give up trying to make you two learn anything. Let's head down to the lake, but don't blame me if we all fail our potions NEWTs.� She said, gathering her parchment up and shoving it unceremoniously into her bag. Harry and Ron eagerly grabbed their bags and with wide though disbelieving grins they left the quiet library.

Ron rushed ahead as they walked out of the main castle doors onto the lawn and crept up behind a sunbathing Lavender, leaping up and shouting, causing her to shriek with shock before giving in and laughing at him. Harry and Hermione watched with amusement and settled down in a sunny spot by the lake. Hermione looked around her cautiously before leaning closer to Harry.

�Harry, why did you think I was bored?� She asked carefully.

�It sounds stupid�but I could have sworn I heard you say you were, and that Snape was a git for setting us the test in the first place.� Harry said with a sheepish grin and a shrug as he lay back and rested his arms behind his head.

�Harry I didn't say that�I, well, I thought it.� Hermione whispered.

Harry sat up quickly and looked at his best friend who was looking back at him her own eyes wide.

�You were thinking that?� He asked her in a whisper.

�Yes. I even thought about Snape being a git.� She said with a blush.

�But�how�� Harry trailed off confused.

�Harry, were you thinking about being trapped indoors all summer in the library?� She asked him intently. His eyes widened even further and he nodded.

^This is freaky^

�Very freaky.� Harry agreed.

�You heard that?� Hermione gasped.

�You didn't say it out loud?� Harry asked in horror. Hermione shook her head silently in reply.

�Ok. No need to freak out. We've obviously just discovered yet another bizarre aspect of our lives. I vote we keep this to ourselves for the moment.� Hermione said thinking quickly.

�Agreed. I guess we need to figure out how to control this or it's going to get really confusing.� Harry said in reply.

They sat in silence for a moment, both thinking to themselves, before Harry heard Hermione.

^Harry? Can you hear this?^

�Yes. How did you do that? Your voice was in my head again.� He said, looking at her.

�I just kind of projected it at you. Maybe if we get the hang of this we can communicate just when we want to and avoid hearing each others private thoughts.� Hermione said, now blushing slightly.

�Good plan `Mione.� Harry said, wishing more than anything that Hermione couldn't hear what he was thinking right that minute. She couldn't find out how much time he sat around just looking at her and thinking about her.

^So do we know if Lavender likes Ron? Or is he wasting his time obsessing over her and flirting outrageously?^ Harry asked Hermione projecting his thoughts towards her. She grinned.

�I knew he liked her! Well, lets just say he isn't wasting his time, but maybe it's time to try some different moves other than attacking her and tickling her at every opportunity.� Hermione told him with a grin.

Harry lay back down on the grass and closed his eyes, drinking in the sunshine, and feeling so glad to be back at Hogwarts. He couldn't believe it was their last year there. It didn't seem like long ago the three of them had met on the train, but now Hermione was Head Girl and Ron was Quidditch Captain. He was seventeen years old and he never had to go back to the Dursley's ever again. They had given him all the protection they could, but he was technically an adult wizard now, and he had to just finish this last year and finally battle Voldemort again before he would be free in the Wizarding world�if he survived the battle that was�

Harry opened his eyes as he felt a hand on his arm. Hermione was still sitting next to him but was now looking at him in concern. From one look at her eyes he knew she must have heard at least part of what he was thinking.

�Don't be so negative Harry. You're going to get through this. We all are.� She said softly, her hand still on his arm. He nodded at her.

^Thanks `Mione.^ He thought. He gave her a wink and closed his eyes again. They stayed silent in the sunshine until Ron gave up on flirting with Lavender and flopped down on the grass next to them.

The three of them lazed around chatting and laughing for the rest of the afternoon, all thoughts of Snape's potions test gone as they made the most of each others company. They reluctantly peeled themselves off the ground to head back up to the Gryffindor tower and abandon their bags in their rooms before dinner. Harry and Ron returned to the Common Room to find that Hermione hadn't yet returned, so looking around to check no one was watching they approached the fireplace and Harry tapped the clock on the mantelpiece with his wand, whispering the password `beaky' and then walked through the wall, appearing on the other side in the Head Girl's private study, much the same way as they appeared on platform 9

Chapter Two

Over the next few days Harry began to get used to communicating silently with Hermione, and it seemed like they'd mastered the art of only hearing the thoughts they projected at one another, unless they were particularly stressed or worried, and then their thoughts spread to the other. Ron was still oblivious to the situation and was busy designing a new training schedule for the Quidditch team, determined to win every game and the house cup this year.

Hermione walked quietly back from her meeting with Professor Dumbledore and Head-Boy Ernie McMillan on Friday evening after dinner, thinking to herself that she hoped the first Hogsmeade weekend of the year went smoothly as she and Ernie were in charge of checking that all the students returned safely to the school at the end of the day.

^Hey Harry. I'm on my way back to the tower now. Let yourselves into my rooms if you're not already there.^

^Ok `Mione. I'll gather everyone up and we'll meet you there.^ Harry replied in her mind, and Hermione smiled to herself as she walked. This thought transmitting thing could be pretty useful at times. They spent the evening in what had become an unofficial tradition over the last two years, playing poker against one another, betting with Bertie Bott's Beans and having fun. However, Hermione and Harry had to keep from giggling hysterically when they caught each others eye as they were cheating uncontrollably tonight. Neville, Dean, Seamus, Lavender, Ginny and Ron simply stared at them in bemusement whenever this happened.

“Have you two been on the fire whisky or something?” Dean asked with a raised eyebrow as Harry and Hermione both dissolved into laughter to everyone's confusion.

“Nope. Just enjoying being back here.” Hermione said with exaggerated innocence causing Harry to snigger behind his hand of cards. Ron gave him a sidelong glance and Harry leant closer.

“We'll tell you later.” Harry said with a wink, and Ron grinned, glad to be let in on the joke, whatever it was.

As usual the game was dissolving into a battle of wits between Neville and Ron, while Seamus bet outrageously, Ginny acting as dealer and handling the bets as the others gradually dropped out an became observers.

Hermione and Lavender had moved away from the game and were sitting across the study on a sofa.

“I can't believe you have these rooms all to yourself! And it's great not having to have an audience of awed first years for our games.” Lavender said with a laugh.

“I know. I love these rooms, and the best thing is I'm still in the tower so I'm near all you guys…speaking of the guys…” Hermione lowered her voice and leaned toward her friend.

“What's up with you and Ron? Flirting much?” Hermione asked with a raised eyebrow. Lavender grinned.

“Excellent.” Hermione said reading the message behind Lavender's smile, and they sat chatting and were soon joined by Dean who sighed loudly and flopped onto the sofa lying across the girls laps.

“Dean!” They shrieked laughing.

“Ah, didn't see you here girls.” Dean said with a wink as they pulled him into the seat between them.

It was late by the time everyone began filtering out of the Head Girl's study back to their own dormitories. Harry began clearing up the cards scattered across the table as Hermione explained to Ron about their newfound discovery.

“You're kidding me right?” Ron asked incredulously.

“Nope.” Harry said, sitting down next to his friend.

“So that's why you did so well tonight!” Ron exclaimed looking at Harry with wide eyes, causing Hermione and Harry to break down into giggles again.

“That's what you two have been giggling like school girls about! You were cheating all night. I suppose I should have guessed you were cheating as no offence Harry but you suck at poker usually!” Ron said with a grin as he lifted an arm to fend off the cushion Harry lightly threw at him.

^You thinking what I'm thinking Potter?^ Hermione asked.

^Tickle attack on three?^ Harry replied with a sly grin.

Five minutes later, they were all laughing hysterically and Ron was gasping for breath, as they all lay collapsed on the floor in a heap.

“I'm not sure if I like this! You two can gang up on me so easily now!” Ron said with a laugh, having conceded defeat in the tickle war.

“Aw, don't worry mate, we'll always have time to prank Hermione still…we can even spy on her mind to plan the best pranks…” Harry said laughing, and rolled out of the way just in time to miss Hermione's arm trying to hit him in the side.

“Kidding `Mione…just kidding!” Harry said pulling himself to his feet.

Chapter Three

The first month of term flew by; they were all so busy with schoolwork, and extra responsibilities as Head Girl, Quidditch Captain, and extra defence training classes for Harry. Things at Hogwarts settled into a happy routine, and they were surprisingly relaxed, but then again, it probably had something to do with Voldemort lying low, and Lucius Malfoy's presence in Azkhaban. Ron had even finally managed to ask Lavender out, and was floating around happily for two weeks oblivious to Hermione and Harry's amused grins.

Yet by the time the second Hogsmeade weekend rolled around, the trio were bogged down with schoolwork that they had to forego the trip. They sat on Saturday afternoon flipping their way through vast Transfiguration textbooks, until Hermione sighed and closed her book loudly.

“I'm exhausted. I'm taking a book and going to have long bath.” She announced, standing and stretching her arms above her head.

“Er, `Mione, don't you have your own bathroom?” Harry asked as she headed to the exit to the common room with a towel and book in hand.

“Don't get me started. First Myrtle took up residence in there, and now one of the pipes is broken from a tantrum of hers, and it's protected from students tampering with it, so I have to wait for a teacher to come and fix it, so I'm off to the prefects bathroom.” She said quickly, her face getting red as she spoke.

“Ok Hermione, you go relax.” Ron said ushering out the door, looking back at Harry with a grin.

“She definitely needs to relax!” He said. Harry smirked at him, and refocused on the book in front of him.

Harry and Ron both gave up on working soon after Hermione left the study, and they retreated to the Common Room for a game of Wizard Chess. Thirty minutes later, Harry realised that yet again Ron had whipped him, and would have won in another two moves. At time he wondered why he still played chess with Ron as he almost never won, but he was getting a lot better from practice.

^Uh, Harry?^

^What's up `Mione?^ Harry asked, sensing something odd in her voice.

^Can you grab the cloak and the map and come find me?^ She asked tentatively.

^What's wrong?^ He asked worriedly.

^You're going to laugh…Myrtle got pissed that I wasn't in my own bathroom, and, well, she locked me out of the bathroom…my clothes are still inside…^ Hermione said. Harry tried to keep from laughing, as Ron was giving him a confused look.

^So, I'd better grab some clothes too?^ Harry asked, trying to sound serious.

^Well, I've got a towel, but yes, that would be good…and Harry? Can you hurry?^ She asked.

Harry stood with a grin.

“Sorry Ron got to run. I'll be back in a few minutes.” Harry said mysteriously, dashing up the stairs to his dormitory and grabbing the cloak and stuffing it under his shirt. He grabbed the map and quickly located the dot labelled Hermione Granger in a cupboard opposite the prefect's bathroom and chuckled to himself. He headed for the door, and then remembered to grab something else for Hermione to wear. His Sixth year Quidditch shirt was lying near the top of his trunk so he grabbed that and a pair of shorts and sprinted back down the stairs and out of the portrait hole before Ron could ask where he was going.

As Harry reached the corridor he was heading for, he quickly checked the map again to see if anyone was approaching. He knocked on the door to the cupboard.

^It's me^

The door opened a crack and Harry slid the clothes through.

^Thanks Harry^

Hermione appeared a moment later, her long hair falling in wet ringlets around her face, her body dwarfed by Harry's old Quidditch jersey, and the shorts exposing her long legs. Harry stared at her for a moment, fervently hoping she wasn't looking at his thoughts of how gorgeous she was.

He handed her the cloak, knowing she wouldn't want to be caught wandering around the school that way, especially as students began returning from Hogsmeade, it wasn't exactly Head Girl behaviour.

^You head back to the tower, I'll get your things from Myrtle^

Harry watched as his best friend disappeared from view, and then whispered a quick spell he'd learnt recently to open the door to the bathroom. He raised an eyebrow at Moaning Myrtle who sat grinning on the edge of the large bath-tub.

“Really Myrtle? Locking her out? She's only using this bathroom because hers isn't fixed yet.” Harry said as he gathered up Hermione's clothes and book, trying not to acknowledge the fact that Hermione had been wearing extremely nice looking black underwear. He waved a silent goodbye to the ghost and walked back to the Gryffindor tower, wondering what kind of mood Hermione would be in by the time he got there, he was betting on a simmering temper.

Chapter Four

Harry made his way back to the Gryffindor Common Room and managed to sneak past Ron into Hermione's study.

“Hey, I've brought your clothes back!” He shouted through to the bedroom. He then blushed when Lavender rather than Hermione emerged from the room.

He stuttered.

“And what might you be doing with Hermione's clothes?” Lavender said with a teasing grin.

“Would it explain why she's wearing a Quidditch shirt with the name Potter emblazoned on the back?” Lavender said, but before Harry could even think of an answer, Hermione entered the study, towelling her hair dry, still in Harry's clothes.

“Leave it alone Lavender. I already told you what happened, and if you tell ANYONE I'll tell Ron about you-know-what.” Hermione threatened her friend while shooting an apologetic glance in Harry's direction. Lavender just laughed and headed back to find her boyfriend in the Common Room.

“What was that about?” Harry asked curiously, handing Hermione the bundle of clothes with the book on top.

“A little blackmail I've collected from living in the same dorm for six years.” Hermione laughed. “Only to be used as a last resort as she's got just as much on me, as does Parvati, but I'd rather keep this story a private one.” She said with a wink. Harry grinned, surprised that she was taking it so well.

“So the bath was relaxing before Myrtle had a tantrum?” He asked with a smile.

“Yes thankfully. How did you explain running off to Ron?” She asked flopping down on the sofa. Harry blushed.

“Oops. I didn't, I just took off running.” He said guiltily.

Hermione smiled to herself.

“Anyway, Thanks Harry. Think I'll get changed before dinner. See you in the Common Room at six?” She asked him as she stood and made her way to her room.

^See you then.^ Harry replied as he headed out to try and explain his disappearance to Ron, but soon saw that an explanation wasn't really necessary as Ron and Lavender were curled up together in an armchair, heads together, talking softly. Harry smiled at them, happy to see them together finally, and apparently getting on well.

Harry, seeing he had some time to himself, grabbed his wand and headed off to Dumbledore's Office for a chat with the Headmaster.

“Ah Harry come on in. Any reason for this visit?” Albus Dumbledore greeted his favourite student.

“Not really, nothing bad anyway. Any news I should hear about?” Harry asked, casually checking for news from The Order as he took a seat opposite the Headmaster.

“Little change Harry. We must bide our time, it's only been two months since the last attack, and he tends to wait three.” Harry nodded in agreement.

Since the events of Harry's Fifth year at Hogwarts Dumbledore had been more open with him, and they discussed most matters so that Harry wouldn't feel compelled to act without Dumbledore's advice. They sat and discussed potential targets, and what measures could be taken to prevent casualties.

“Professor, I know there are basic wards around Hermione's home, but are the Granger's protected properly? I know Hermione's worried about them. They would be prime targets to get to me through her…”

Dumbledore looked at Harry over the top of his glasses.

“There are several charms in place, they are protected at level three.”

“Do we have the resources to push their protection up to level two? Hermione would never say anything but I know she's thought about it, and I think the Granger's would be receptive to a guard of some kind. As long as Hermione was clear that the guard wasn't due to a specific threat - she'd panic if she didn't know all the details.” Harry said thoughtfully.

“I believe you're right Harry. In fact I have a specific guard in mind. You know Tonk's is still recovering and out of direct action? Well she's driving Remus mad being stuck in Headquarters; perhaps a little duty would help them out. You know she's an incredibly capable auror despite her injuries.”

“I think she'd be great, and I think Hermione's parents would really get a kick out of her.” He grinned, and saw Dumbledore's eyes twinkle in acknowledgement.

“Harry, may I ask why you're suddenly so concerned about Miss. Granger?”

Harry looked at the Headmaster intently for a moment.

“We can hear each others thoughts.” He said simply.

“It's been going on for a few weeks now, we learnt to control it pretty quickly so that we only listen when we deliberately contact each other, but when she's really worried, or stressed…then I can hear a lot of her thoughts…and she can hear mine. I've managed to learn the Arithmancy she was chanting in her head for three days last week before a test, but more often she worries about her parents. She doesn't want to say anything, or distract anyone from their work for the Order. I haven't spoken to her about it, but if she knows that the Order is looking out for them she might start sleeping better…”

Dumbledore looked at him appraisingly.

“You can hear one another's thoughts?” He smiled knowingly.

“I shall speak to Tonks this afternoon and let Miss. Granger know after dinner this evening. Now Harry, I trust you will behave responsibly with this newfound gift. It is no trivial matter to hear another's thoughts.”

“I know Professor. Don't worry, Hermione would never let me abuse these powers.” Dumbledore nodded and they shared a smile.

Dumbledore watched as Harry left his office. He sat in his chair for a moment before turning to address a painting on the wall.

“Just like his Father.” Dumbledore nodded in agreement.

Chapter Five

Hermione walked up the stairs to Dumbledore's office after dinner assuming the Headmaster wished to speak with her about her Head Girl duties. She was therefore surprised on arriving to see that Ernie wasn't present for the meeting. She took a seat opposite the Headmaster who smiled reassuringly at her.

“Miss. Granger I asked you here today as I wanted to alert you to some new protective measures being taken by The Order. Now there has been no specific threat, but as you know all too well, Voldemort will do anything to get to Harry, and he is most certainly not above baiting Harry. Also, in light of recent attacks of Muggle settlements certain Order members are being dispatched to prominent families. Now I don't want you to be alarmed dear, but we're issuing a guard to your parents. Tonks will be monitoring magical activity around them and protecting them. I thought perhaps you would like to hear this news from myself so you were not unduly alarmed when you heard the news from your parents. Hermione nodded.

“Thank you Professor.” She said softly.

Hermione stood to leave the office, but paused and turned.

“Yes Miss. Granger?”

“Professor, would it be possible for you to arrange so that Remus could visit Harry? He'd never say anything, but, Remus is the last of the Marauders, Harry's last connection to his parents, and he thinks of Remus as his only family…I think they need some time to talk. You know, he still feels guilty about Sirius…” She said softly.

“Thank you Hermione. I will speak to Remus and let him surprise Harry.”

Hermione left the office with a smile and Professor Dumbledore again turned to the portrait and chuckled.

“You don't even need to say it. They are quite remarkable young people.” He said before again approaching the fireplace and clearly saying “12 Grimmauld Place”.

Harry looked up as the portrait hole opened and Hermione entered the Gryffindor Common Room. He was sitting opposite Ron, a potions book sitting ignored in front of him as the two discussed Quidditch. Hermione had an unreadable expression on her face, he stood knowing she was coming straight from Dumbledore's office, and was unsure of what her reaction would be to the news.

She took the last few steps towards him and threw her arms around his neck hugging him tight. He smiled in surprise and hugged her back.

“Thank you Harry.” She whispered.

He pulled back and looked at her in surprise.

^Dumbledore told you?^

^No, I knew it was you. It means a lot to me. Thank You^ She replied with a smile before taking a seat on the sofa and pulling him down next to her.

“What was that all about?” Ron asked curiously.

“My parents are getting a guard.” Hermione said quietly so they wouldn't be overheard. Ron looked at her intently for a moment and then nodded his understanding.

“Well, now you have one less thing to worry about, how about helping Harry and me out with this potions essay?” Ron asked cheekily. Hermione looked at him in amazement and Harry laughed out loud as Hermione recovered and threw a cushion at Ron laughing as she did so.

“Alright then. I'll help you with Potions, but you're not copying my essay.” She said with a smile as Ron grinned in triumph.

Neville, Dean, Ginny and Lavender soon joined the three of them, and Hermione gave up trying to help Ron with his essay. Harry and Hermione spent the next hour detached from the rest of their friends as they sat next to each other, Harry working on his potions, Hermione revising Arithmancy and checking Harry's work while they conversed silently. Ron looked up from his conversation with shi girlfriend and observed his best friends for a moment. They both appeared to be working quietly, but then he saw Hermione laugh lightly, apparently at nothing, though he saw Harry smirk and the two of them shared a secret look of amusement and he realised they were happily chatting away as they worked. Lavender followed his gaze and smiled. She leant over and whispered in Ron's ear.

“Do you think we should give them a push in the right direction?” Ron looked at her in surprise until she winked and whispered that Hermione had told her earlier about you-know-what. Ron grinned back at her and looked thoughtful for a minute.

“I have a plan…”

Lavender and Ron waited until the Common Room emptied out and the Gryffindors headed up to bed, before discussing their plans.

“Ok what's the idea?” Ron asked Lavender.

“Well, it's only a basic idea, I'd better fill you in on what happened earlier today…” She said with a grin. Ron's eyes widened as she updated him on events.

“So Hermione was trapped outside the bathroom in nothing but a towel and Harry went and rescued her?” He asked.

Lavender nodded happily.

“Well we definitely have something to work with here. It's obvious they have feelings for each other, we just need to get them into more situations where they'll be forced closer together…” Ron said thoughtfully.

“And we need to get them thinking about the other, if they can hear each others thoughts maybe they'll pick up on it eventually.”

“Ok. So we'll start trying to plant thoughts in their heads, and we'll get them into some awkward situations…we may need some help with this, and I think I know just the person…we need Ginny.” Ron said with a grin and Lavender nodded.

Chapter Six

Harry was extremely bored of researching the uses of Belladonna in potions. He and Hermione were sitting working in her study; goodness knows where Ron was as he was over an hour late for their study session, though Harry guessed Lavender had something to do with his friend's absence. Hermione looked up from her note taking and saw Harry staring off into space.

^Working hard there Potter?^ Harry looked at her with a grin.

“Hermione, why do you think we can hear each other's thoughts? Is it a common thing among Witches and Wizards?” He asked, vocalising what he'd been wondering about for several weeks now. Hermione put down her quill and looked at him thoughtfully.

“Well I looked it up in the library, but I can't find anything useful. Everything about invading others thoughts is about Occlumency and that isn't what we've been doing…It can't be dark magic because we can't hear anyone else's thoughts. It's very strange though. Maybe we should talk to Professor Dumbledore about it.” Hermione suggested.

“There wasn't anything in the library?” Harry asked surprised.

“But, I mentioned this to Professor Dumbledore when I spoke to him about your parents yesterday, and he just smiled, so I assumed this was a common magical gift.”

“He didn't think it was strange?” Hermione asked confused.

“I guess he hasn't been completely honest with me this year after all, but he usually has his reasons. I suppose he'll tell me when he's ready.” Harry mused, as he dragged his mind back to the work in front of him.

^Maybe it's time to take a look in the restricted section. See if we can uncover anything about this.^ Harry nodded.

^I'll grab the cloak and meet you in the Common Room^ Harry confirmed. They shared a conspiratorial smile before closing the books they were reading

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Ron, Lavender and Ginny were sitting in a quiet corner of the library, not a usual spot for any of them, and they were sitting whispering together and plotting.

“Well they're alone now, that was easy enough.” Ron said pointing to the Marauders map in his hand.

“Yes but they're studying!” Ginny exclaimed.

“Not exactly romantic.”

“Hermione's studying, Harry'll be staring at her whenever she's not looking. She's got to notice soon enough…and he'll distract her from her work eventually, he's the only one who can.” Ron said with a grin.

“They're definitely made for each other. You should see the way she watches him when you're all playing Quidditch.” Lavender said with a wink.

“Ah - you two - we're going to need a plan and fast…” Ginny whispered urgently.

“Why?”

“Look at the map!”

Lavender and Ron looked down to see two dots moving towards the library and gasped.

“Great! I'm supposed to be studying with them!” Ron said panicked.

“Ok, Ron hide over in basic potions - they'll never go over there with all the First Years.” Ginny said grabbing Ron's bag and shoving it at him. Ginny and Lavender gestured frantically and Ron rushed across the library to hide behind some bookshelves. Ginny and Lavender pulled out work and pretended to study as Ginny surreptitiously studied the map.

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^Ron must have the map. I guess he's off somewhere with Lavender^ Harry said silently to Hermione as they stood flattened against a wall to let a group of Fifth year girls pass. Harry was incredibly aware of his arm around Hermione's waist and their bodies pressed up against each other as they tried to take up as little space as possible in the hallway.

^You know, it would have been more logical to do this after curfew so we wouldn't have to sneak around so much^ Hermione giggled.

^Very true, but it's much more fun when we might get caught^ Harry laughed

^Get caught doing what? We could have just put the cloak on in the library!^ Hermione said.

^Oops. This is why you're supposed to think through all the plans. You know you're the brains behind the operation^ Harry replied as they began walking again, arms still around each other's waists to keep the cloak covering them.

^And yet we're still wearing the cloak…^ Hermione observed.

^Ah, well I have no excuse to hug you if we're not under the cloak^ Harry said and then cringed as he realised he'd thought that out loud. He was flirting with Hermione. He was flirting with his best friend.

She was silent for a moment before giggling.

^You are a bit of a huggy person^ She said.

Harry breathed a silent sigh of relief that she wasn't offended by his comment and decided to be even more daring, deciding to tickle her side.

Hermione giggled out loud this time.

^Harry!^

^What?^ He asked in fake innocence.

Hermione elbowed him playfully.

^Stop it. We'll get caught, and do you really want to explain why we're together under an invisibility cloak on our way to the library during the day?^

^Is that the real reason Miss. Granger?^

^And what could be another reason?^

^That you're extremely ticklish…^ Harry teased her.

She turned and stuck her tongue out at him and he laughed silently as they walked through the doorway into the library.

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“I don't believe it! They're under the cloak! What are they up to?” Ginny whispered to Lavender.

“Lets watch where they go.” Lavender whispered back as she pretended to be engrossed in her homework.

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^Lavender and Ginny studying together? That's not a usual occurrence^ Harry commented as they walked silently past their friends towards the Restricted Section.

^My guess is they're plotting something^ Hermione said, and privately thought she had a suspicion of just what they were plotting about, and she knew she'd have to have a few words with her friends.

^So where's Ron then, if Lavender's here with Ginny?^ Harry thought curiously.

^I have no idea^ Hermione replied. She was really going to have to talk to Lavender and Ginny, but right now she was determined to find out what was going on in her head. Why was there nothing in any books to explain why she and Harry could hear each other's thoughts? And why had Dumbledore not been surprised when Harry told him?

Harry and Hermione entered the restricted section and stood back to back, their eyes scanning the titles of the books in front of them, speaking to one another silently when they came across a book that might be useful, though there were few. An hour later they had still come up with nothing.

^This is ridiculous. There must be something here^ Hermione sighed exasperated.

^Maybe we should just give up for today.^ Harry sighed. Hermione nodded her agreement and replacing a book on a shelf, she turned and wrapped her arm around his waist ready to walk back to the Gryffindor tower. Harry grinned inwardly as Hermione moved closer to him and smelled her hair, a familiar scent of apples, which he loved.

^Harry - did you just smell my hair?^ Hermione asked very confused.

Harry could have hit himself in the forehead.

^Um, yes?^ He replied, phrasing his answer as a question for reasons he couldn't fathom.

^Why?^ Hermione asked softly.

^It smells nice^ Harry replied simply, deciding to stick with honesty for the moment as it seemed to have been working for him earlier in the day during his little foray into flirting.

^Oh^ Hermione said, deep in thought, as a smile spread over her face. She tightened her arm around Harry's waist and rested her head on his shoulder as they began to walk.

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Ron, Lavender and Ginny grinned to see the two dots moving back towards Gryffindor tower.

“My guess is they're researching `you-know-what'” Ron said. Ginny and Lavender nodded in agreement.

“Well, lets assume that when they get back they'll split up, so we need them to spend even more time together. Lets plant something of Hermione's in Harry's room so he has to return it, as you know he wont wait till morning, he'll use it as an excuse to visit her, and we could do the same to Hermione, but put it somewhere she wont find it until tomorrow maybe?” Lavender suggested.

Ron grinned at his girlfriend and kissed her quickly.

“Lavender, I do believe that hanging out with the Weasley's is rubbing off on you. Ok, Ron, you go get something of Harry's from your dormitory and we'll get something of Hermione's and meet you back here in a few minutes.

Chapter Seven

Late that night Harry headed up to the boy's dormitory, placed his books by his bed, and lay back on his bed only to see a familiar book by his bed. He sighed, realising he must have picked up by mistake. He stood again, grabbing the book, and moving quietly so he wouldn't wake the others in the dormitory Harry made his way out of the room and down the staircase to the now deserted Common Room. Whispering the password he headed into Hermione's study.

^Mione you still awake? Just bringing your Arithmancy book back^

Hermione appeared in the doorway of her bedroom dressed in her pyjamas.

“You have my Arithmancy book?” She asked curiously.

“It was in with a stack of my books, I must have picked it up by accident, and I know you like to get up early and read through your books before class.”

Hermione looked at him with a grin, so this was Ginny and Lavender's plan? She'd expected something a little more imaginative from those two, but She guessed they'd succeeded in their obvious objective to get Harry and her to spend more time alone together.

“Thanks Harry.” She walked over and took the book from him, sinking onto the sofa in her study. Harry took a seat next to her and tipped his head back so it rested on the back of the sofa, his left arm resting along the back of the chair behind Hermione.

“You ok?” She asked him concerned.

“Just tired I think.” Harry said sleepily. Hermione rested her head on Harry's shoulder and curled up next to him.

“Me too. You can sleep on the sofa if you want.” She said with a yawn.

“Thanks Mione.” Harry said, his eyes now closed. Hermione stood and retrieved a blanket from her room, placing it over Harry. She leant forward and kissed the top of his head. Harry smiled sleepily and stretched out on the sofa.

“Night Mione.”

“Night Harry.” She whispered, watching him for a moment with a smile before heading back to her bedroom and turning out the lights.

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Hermione woke up with a start. There was the sound of someone crying out in pain. She leapt out of bed, suddenly remembering that Harry was sleeping in the study. Grabbing her wand she rushed into the other room, pausing in distress when she saw Harry was asleep, and obviously having a nightmare. He was writhing around on the sofa, his face drenched with sweat as he cried out.

Kneeling down next to the sofa she grabbed hold of his hands firmly.

“Harry! Harry wake up.”

His eyes flew open, and darted back and forth anxiously before focusing on her. Hot tears were streaming down his face, and Hermione realised she only ever seen him cry once in all the years she'd known him. She held out her arms and Harry sat up wrapping his arms around her tightly as if he'd never let her go.

“It's ok.” She said softly, holding him tight, his head buried in her shoulder. She rubbed his back gently as she remembered her Mother doing for her when she'd had nightmares as a child. After a few minutes Harry's breathing relaxed, and he lifted his head to look at her. The look in his eyes made her heart stop for a moment. His eyes were filled with pain and anguish, bloodshot with tears. She brushed his hair away from his forehead gently, and stood, taking a seat next to him on the sofa. Harry immediately hugged her to him again, and she felt unshed tears well up in her own eyes.

They sat in silence for several minutes until Harry shivered involuntarily. Hermione picked up the blanket from the floor where Harry must have kicked it and wrapped it around the two of them.

“Harry, how often do you have nightmares?”

Harry was silent for a moment, but then looked at her, his eyes telling her all she needed to know.

“Why didn't you say something? You could be taking potions to give you dreamless sleep.” She said softly.

“I spoke with Dumbledore when they started, after Fifth year, but dreamless sleep potion would make it easier for Voldemort to get at my thoughts…I can't properly practice occlumency with it.” Harry said quietly.

“You dream about…Sirius?” Hermione asked hesitantly.

Harry nodded.

“Is that the only dream?”

Harry shook his head no. Hermione tightened her arms around him, wondering how she hadn't noticed this before. Why hadn't Ron noticed? Then she realised Harry must place silencing charms on the curtains around his bed so he wouldn't disturb the others in his dormitory.

“Sometimes…sometimes I see my parents, like I do when I'm around Dementors…and I see Cedric…and other things from the Department of Mysteries…” Harry said so quietly Hermione had to strain to hear him.

“What was it tonight?” She asked.

He said nothing for several minutes.

“Hermione…does your stomach still hurt you?” He asked quietly. She looked at him in confusion for a moment, before she realised what he was telling, and asking her.

“No Harry. It hasn't hurt me for a long time. Have you been worrying about me?” She asked him, hugging him as she did so.

Harry looked at her like he didn't believe her. Hermione moved away from him slightly and lifted her pyjama top to show him a thin scar that stretched from her belly button across the left side of her stomach.

“See, it's completely healed, and the scar is beginning to fade…” She told him.

Harry nodded and hugged her again.

“I see you fall as the curse hits you.”

“Oh Harry. There's nothing you could have done. And I'm fine now…it was a long time ago…”

“I know, but the dreams are so real…it's like I'm living it all over again.” Harry said with a sigh.

“Does Dumbledore know you're still having these nightmares?” She asked him.

She took Harry's silence as a No and sighed.

“Harry if he knew you were still having these nightmares he might have suggested a different potion that won't effect your Occlumency. Promise me you'll talk to him about this?”

“Ok.” Harry said, yawning and stretching back out on the sofa. Hermione still lay curled up next to him, his hand holding hers.

Ron knew Harry hadn't returned to the dormitory the night before, but covered for his best friend, saying Harry had just got up early. He headed down to the Common Room early, and entered Hermione's study well before the rest of the house were up and stopped with a grin as he saw his two best friends curled up fast asleep on the sofa, arms around one another. He guessed Harry had had another of his nightmares. Ron never mentioned that he knew about the nightmares, but one night Harry had forgotten the silencing charm and Ron had awoken to Harry's cries. He'd silently gotten up and placed the charm on the curtains himself, quietly worrying about his friend, but knowing how private Harry was about these things. Ron was relieved that Hermione now knew about the nightmares though as Harry was more likely to open up to her, and hopefully get some help. He turned and exited the study, going back to the dormitory to grab some of Harry's things for him. Ron quietly placed Harry's clothes, bag and books on the table in Hermione's study and turned to head back to the Common Room when he heard Hermione's voice.

“Thanks Ron.”

He turned around as Hermione stood up from the sofa and walked over to him.

“I figured he'd be down here.” Hermione nodded.

“You knew about the nightmares?” she asked softly. Ron nodded.

“Why didn't you say anything…actually I know why, and I'm sure Harry appreciates it. He needed to tell me himself.” She smiled at Ron and hugged him briefly.

“Meet you at breakfast?” She asked and he nodded. Hermione paused to look at Harry sleeping peacefully and headed to her bathroom to take a shower. Once dressed and ready for the day, she picked up her books and returned to the study to wake Harry up. He looked around confused for a moment, but smiled at her as she handed him the things Ron had brought downstairs for him.

“Thanks Mione.”

She smiled as he headed for her bathroom, knowing he was thanking her for more than just handing him a pile of clothes. She settled into her favourite armchair and read through the next chapter of her Arithmancy textbook in preparation for her class.

Chapter Eight

Harry sat at the breakfast table feeling more rested than he had done in months. It was unusual that he went through an entire night with only one nightmare, but since Hermione had woken him up he'd slept soundly and he was in a good mood. He was laughing with Hermione, Ginny and Lavender at Ron's horrendous table manners when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned to see the Headmaster standing behind him. A quick glance at his eyes told Harry that this wasn't bad news, and he relaxed the shoulders he didn't remember tensing.

“Harry, Would you come by and see me after breakfast? You have permission to arrive late to your Transfiguration class. I believe you know the password.” Harry nodded and Dumbledore's eyes twinkled briefly as he smiled at his students before leaving the Great Hall.

“What's that about?” Ron asked through a mouthful of pancakes. The girls shot him looks of disgust and Harry laughed at his best friend.

“No idea mate. I'll let you know later.” Harry turned to Hermione sitting next to him and spoke so only she could hear.

“Why do I get the feeling you know what's going on?”

“Because I always know what's going on.” She said teasingly before winking and standing to leave the table, ruffling his messy hair as she did so. Harry grinned at her before turning back to his breakfast, not noticing the fascinated glances of Ginny and Lavender who had been trying to overhear Harry and Hermione's exchange. Ron smiled to himself, having decided not to tell Ginny and Lavender about finding Harry and Hermione asleep together that morning, he'd just carry on helping them with the matchmaking, knowing it wouldn't be a difficult job.

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Harry headed up the spiral staircase into Dumbledore's office and was surprised to see someone already sitting talking with the Headmaster.

“Remus!” Harry exclaimed in delight, rushing forward to hug his honorary Godfather in greeting.

“Good to see you Harry.”

“Is everything ok?” Harry asked concerned as he took a seat in the chair next to Remus, opposite the Headmaster.

“Yes, everything's fine.” Remus replied.

Dumbledore stood.

“I believe Miss. Granger wanted to repay the favour.” The Headmaster said with a smile. Harry grinned, realising Hermione had heard all his worrying about Remus, and realised how much Harry missed him.

“I'll leave you two to talk.” Dumbledore said with a smile.

Harry stood as Dumbledore walked towards the door.

“Professor?”

“Yes Harry?”

“I promised Hermione I'd ask you…I know I can't take dreamless sleep potion, but is there anything else that wouldn't effect my Occlumency?” Harry asked quickly. Remus and Dumbledore both glanced at Harry worriedly.

“I'll look into it Harry and consult with Professor Snape. I'll let you know what I've discovered.”

Harry nodded his thanks and Professor Dumbledore left the office.

Remus raised an eyebrow at Harry.

“I know. I should have told you about the nightmares. I thought I was coping ok with it, but I'm obviously not.” Harry sighed.

“As long as Hermione's around to knock some sense into you I don't need to worry about you too much.” Remus said with a smile.

“Albus tells me you've been worrying about me though.”

Harry nodded.

“I know we send owls nearly every other day, but I do worry about you. You're my family.” Harry said simply. Remus smiled at him, incredibly touched that Harry worried about him so much, and considered him family.

“I know Harry. I think of you as my own son sometimes, and other times it's like going back in time and talking to James.” Remus chuckled.

“Any news on Voldemort?” Harry asked, knowing Remus was at the centre of the Order, and still living in Grimmauld Place.

“Nothing really, just whispers that the next attack wont be on Muggles, but prominent Muggle-borns. We're trying to protect everyone we can, and get warnings out, but it's hard when we're not sure who to trust.”

Harry nodded.

They discussed Order business for a few minutes, and Harry asked how Tonks was doing with the Granger's.

“She's loving it. She was beginning to drive me mad complaining about not being useful. She broke four plates during one breakfast she was so stressed.” Remus laughed.

“And have you been to visit her?” Harry asked teasingly.

Remus shot him an amused glance.

“What are you getting at Potter?” He asked warily.

“I know there's something going on between you two. You know you can't hide these things from me.” Harry teased.

Remus laughed.

“I was wrong. You're channelling Sirius now, not your Father…alright, maybe I have been to visit her once or twice.” Remus admitted.

Harry nodded with satisfaction, knowing those were all the details he'd be getting for the moment.

“I'm glad. Tonks is great.” He told Remus who nodded in agreement, his blue eyes sparkling slightly.

“Anyway, speaking of women, how's Hermione? I hear she's the reason I'm here for a visit.”

“She's good. Working too hard as usual, and organising my life as well.” Harry said with a grin.

“Actually…maybe you can help with something we've been trying to research in the library but haven't had any luck with.” Harry pondered.

Remus looked curious.

“What? It isn't often that Hermione can't find the answers to a problem.” He commented.

“Remus…is it…normal for Wizards to hear someone else's thoughts?” Harry asked cautiously.

“Who's thoughts can you hear? Voldemort's?” Remus asked anxiously.

Harry shook his head.

“No, um…I can hear Hermione's thoughts.” Harry said, blushing a little though he wasn't sure why.

“And she can hear your thoughts as well?” Remus asked.

Harry nodded.

“Ah, well, this is rather complicated…it's not a common gift among wizards, unless, your last name is Potter.” Remus said with a grin.

“My Dad could hear peoples thoughts too?” Harry asked.

“Just one persons. And it wasn't just your Dad, all the Potter family can hear one persons thoughts. I'm afraid I don't know all the history behind it, but I'm sure James placed all the old family records in the family vault for you. They may explain a little more, but it's nothing to worry about.” Remus said reassuringly.

“But why Hermione's thoughts? Who's thoughts did my Dad hear” Harry asked.

Remus simply looked him steadily in the eye.

“I know you can answer your own question Harry. I'm not going to do it for you.”

Harry gulped and looked down at his hands for a moment.

“Because I love her.” He said very quietly. When he looked up he saw Remus was smiling at him.

“Feel good to finally say it out loud?” He teased Harry.

“You knew.” Harry sighed.

“Of course I knew, Harry. Have you heard the way you talk about her, the way you write about her in your letters? You two are perfect for each other.” Remus told him gently.

“So, Mum and Dad could hear each other's thoughts too?” Harry asked.

Remus nodded with a wistful smile.

“I'm going to guess that you two have been searching through the restricted section under the old cloak just like they did, though I'd guess there was much less bickering with you and Hermione. Your Dad just couldn't resist annoying Lily at every possible opportunity, and the ability to say things no one could hear just proved irresistible apparently.” Remus chuckled.

“They eventually talked to Sirius and I about it in despair, as they were driving each other mad, but we had no idea what was going on. Eventually James got his Dad to meet him in Hogsmeade on one of the Hogsmeade weekends and it seems Mr. Potter began explaining things to him.”

“So why wasn't he told about it before…why wasn't I?” Harry asked.

“Well, if you'd known from a young age that you'd hear the thoughts of the woman you love, you'd wander around looking for that, rather than really getting to know women. You'd never make any mistakes, and you have to make mistakes so you can learn from them. I know it seems a little harsh now, but it's best not to know, or you might never find her.” Remus explained. Harry thought for a minute and smiled.

“I'm glad I didn't know.” He admitted.

Remus smiled.

“I thought you would be. James was quite the opposite for a while though. He was quite furious, but then, we all knew that it was because he didn't want to admit he loved Lily, and even worse, he didn't want to have to explain to her why they could hear each other's thoughts…she told me later that when he sat her down to try and explain it was the first time he ever called her Lily rather than `Evans'.” Harry laughed, and then stopped abruptly as he realised that he'd have to tell Hermione.

“Good luck with that.” Remus said with a grin, knowing exactly what had stopped Harry's laughter.

Harry shot Remus an evil look, making Remus laugh.

“Anyway Harry, I'd better get back to Headquarters, and you should be in classes. But it's only a few weeks to Christmas, and as the Weasley's are off to visit Charlie I thought maybe you'd want to come to Number 12.” Harry grinned and nodded.

“I'm looking forward to it. Look after yourself Remus.” Harry said, standing and hugging him.

“I will Harry. You too. And don't wait too long before you tell her. She'll be able to tell you're keeping something from her and I'm guessing she wont be impressed.” Harry smiled.

“I know. See you soon Remus.”

Chapter Nine

Harry had been trying to think of ways to tell Hermione about it for three weeks now, and had been failing miserably. He was exhausted, as his nightmares were getting progressively more frequent, with around three a night. He only had two more days until they went home for the holidays, and he really should tell her before then. At least she'd let the idea of them researching in the library go now, and was focusing on a big Arithmancy assignment due in on Friday morning. He crawled into his bed on Wednesday night with a feeling of dread. He needed sleep, but he wasn't in the mood to watch his friends and family fall to their deaths all night, tonight even more so than other nights. Hermione had been in a bad mood all day, and had snapped at him over dinner, storming into her study afterwards with a clear message that she didn't want to be disturbed. Harry knew she was stressed about work, but it seemed that she was angry with him specifically. He sighed and lay back on his bed.

^Night `Mione^

No reply. Maybe she was asleep. But maybe she was ignoring him… He turned over in his bed and closed his eyes and willed himself to sleep.

Hermione woke up with a start as she heard the portrait door to her study slam open; she sat up and grabbed her wand as Harry ran into her bedroom.

“Harry?” She asked confused.

He ran towards her and threw his arms around her, hugging her tight.

“You're ok. Thank god you're ok.” He said breathlessly.

“Harry? What's wrong?” She asked gently.

“Voldemort had you. He was torturing you.” He said against her shoulder, still not loosening his grip on her.

“I'm right here Harry. It's ok.” She reassured him, stroking his hair.

“Was he in your mind again? Like with Sirius?” She asked him cautiously.

“I don't know.” Harry said puzzled, pulling back from her, sitting on the edge of her bed, and looking so lost and distraught, his face tear stained.

“Did your scar hurt?”

Harry shook his head.

“Well it hurt when he was planting the image of Sirius, and when you saw Mr. Weasley attacked didn't it?” She asked.

Harry nodded again.

“So he wasn't in your mind. It was just a normal nightmare.”

Harry let out a deep sigh.

“Ok.” He said quietly.

Looking at him, she felt guilty for being in such a bad mood with him all night after she'd seen him talking to Cho Chang in the Great Hall before dinner. She pulled back her bed covers.

“Get in.” She said softly.

Harry climbed into her bed and she pulled him close, wrapping her arms around him.

“It really was just a nightmare Harry.”

“I know, but it could happen.” He said softly reaching for hands and winding his fingers around hers.

“What would Voldemort want with me Harry?”

“He could use you to get to me…if he knew how much you mean to me.” Harry said worriedly, lifting his head from her shoulder and looking her in the eye.

“I'm sorry for whatever I did to make you mad today.” He said laying back and resting his head on the pillow.

Hermione sat up again and looked at him, now feeling even guiltier. Harry had been worrying about upsetting her, and it didn't take much of a knowledge of psychology to realise that was at least part of the cause for his nightmare.

“No, I'm sorry Harry. I was just in a foul mood, and you were the unfortunate person who got the brunt of it. I promise I'll be back to normal tomorrow. I finished my Arithmancy tonight, so we can go back to having fun again.” She assured him. He smiled up at her.

She smiled back and lay down, resting her head against his chest, his arm around her shoulders protectively.

“You've been pretty quiet this week Harry, I'm guessing the nightmares have been getting worse.” She said after several minutes of silence.

“Not worse really, just more of them.” He admitted.

“Did you talk to Dumbledore?”

“Yes, when Remus visited, he said he'd talk to Snape and try and find out if there were any other potions that would help, but that was three weeks ago, so I'm not holding out much hope.” Harry said miserably.

“We'll figure something out - I promise.” She said softly.

“Mione I…” Harry paused, again unsure about quite what to say.

“What?” Hermione asked sleepily.

“Nothing. You go back to sleep. I'll go back upstairs.” Harry said, beginning to move away from her, but Hermione tightened her grip around his waist.

“No. Just stay here tonight. You're comfy and it's late.” She mumbled against his chest. Harry chuckled.

“Thanks `Mione.”

“Night Harry.”

Harry kissed the top of her head gently as he closed his eyes again.

Waking up, Harry fell in love with Hermione all over again as he discovered how adorable she looked sleeping. He grinned as he looked at her all curled up next to him, he got up carefully so he wouldn't wake her and grabbing a piece of parchment from her desk he scribbled out a quick note to her which he left on the pillow before quietly heading back up to his dormitory. It wasn't until he stood in the shower ten minutes later that he realised he hadn't had any more nightmares once he'd fallen asleep. He grinned, maybe he didn't need a potion after all, maybe he just needed Hermione.

Hermione woke slowly and stretched luxuriously, opening her eyes and seeing the empty place in her bed where Harry had slept. She sat up and found the note on the pillow. She grinned as she read it.

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`Mione

What would I do without you?

Maybe I can sneak into your room at your parent's house somehow over Christmas!

See you at breakfast

X

Harry

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She smiled happily to herself as she got up and ready for the day, knowing that Harry might be hiding something from her, but she had a secret of her own that she knew he was going to appreciate.

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The last two days of term passed in a blur as the majority of teachers abandoned all hope of teaching their students anything of use, and all too soon Harry was saying goodbye to his friends in the Common Room. Dumbledore felt it wasn't safe for him to travel back to London on the Hogwarts Express so he'd be travelling by Portkey to Grimmauld Place. Harry hugged Ron and Ginny goodbye as the bickering siblings headed out the portrait hole, followed by a despairing Lavender.

“Seriously Harry we need you on the train, even Hermione can't control it when the Weasley's start arguing.” She laughed before hugging Harry briefly and following her boyfriend from the Common Room. Harry heard a thud behind him and saw Hermione carrying Crookshanks and a large bag emerge from the Head Girl's quarters.

Harry took the bag from her and left her holding the giant orange fluff ball.

“You ready to go?” He asked her. She nodded and smiled at him.

“Don't look so miserable Harry. You and Remus are going to have a great Christmas.”

“I know.” He said more cheerfully.

“But I'm going to miss you.” He said softly so no one would overhear.

“Oh Harry. I'll miss you too. But I'm sure the time will go quicker than you expect until I see you again.” She grinned.

“Now, you need to head of to Dumbledore's office or you'll miss your Portkey.” She told him sternly.

Harry hugged her tightly for a moment, trying not to squash Crookshanks in the process and then headed out of the portrait hole with a wave. Hermione watched him leave thoughtfully, before picking up her bag and making her way out of the Common Room.

A/N

Ok - This may be my last post in this fic for a few weeks - I'd really hoped to get a few of my fics finished before I went on holiday, but I'm off to the sunshine for two weeks. I'll be back home the last week of May, and I'll try and update as soon as possible, but until then - here's a happy Christmas chapter completely out of season…

Chapter Ten

Harry had a somewhat bizarre lunch in the kitchen of Grimmauld Place with Remus and Dumbledore, the three of them calmly discussing possible Death Eater strategies as they ate a meal packed by Dobby before they'd left Hogwarts. Harry and Remus happily spent the rest of the afternoon working their way through a list of household chores, as Remus told Harry stories of the Marauders days at Hogwarts, and Harry let Remus in on more of the details of his own adventures with Harry and Hermione.

At four they were out in the garden, wrapped up against the cold, laughing and not so much de-gnoming the garden, as throwing gnomes at each other like little children and having great fun in the process. Remus had just managed a direct hit on Harry's back and Harry's return offensive was to run over and leap on Remus' back, knocking them both to the ground laughing. They both picked themselves up rapidly however as they heard a subtle cough from the doorway to the kitchen. Harry and Remus spun around laughing at each other and saw Hermione standing in the doorway, her parents behind her, all looking highly amused.

“Tonks we found them! Working hard as you predicted.” Hermione yelled behind her, just before Harry bounded over to her and picked her up, making her squeal as he spun her around.

“What are you doing here?” He asked as he put down his laughing best friend.

“We're here for Christmas. Do you like your surprise?” She asked with a grin. Harry grinned back at her, and turning around saw Remus and Tonks kissing each other in the kitchen.

“I love the surprise. And I think Remus might appreciate it too.” He laughed.

“Good to see you Mr. Granger, Mrs. Granger.” Harry said shaking their hands, and leading them back into the kitchen past a now blushing Tonks and Remus.

^You're really here for all of Christmas?^ Harry asked Hermione silently.

She turned and smiled at him.

^Yes. I owled my parent's and asked if they'd be ok with this, and of course Tonks wasn't going to complain!^ She replied. Harry put an arm around Hermione's shoulders and hugged her to his side as they walked through the house to the front hall where the Granger's luggage was sitting.

“Harry, why don't you take the luggage upstairs and Hermione can show her parent's around the place.” Remus suggested. Harry nodded with a smile.

“Oh, and Hermione, Third room on the left on the top floor is where all the more offensive Black possessions are being stored, so you might want to avoid that one.” Remus said with a wink. Hermione nodded her understanding and led her parent's up the stairs showing them around as Harry gathered up the bags and followed the Granger family. He made a second trip to collect Hermione's trunk before releasing Crookshanks from his cage and letting him out into the garden where he immediately shot after a few dazed gnomes still remaining from Harry and Remus' gnome fight.

Harry followed the sound of voices to find Tonks and Remus manoeuvring a very large Christmas tree through the front door of the house as the Granger's came back down the stairs. Hermione clapped her hands and Harry laughed at her excitement, she turned at the sound and smiled at him, her entire face lit up with childlike excitement over the tree, her eyes sparkling happily. Harry felt his breath catch as he looked at her; while she turned and hugged her Dad while Mrs. Granger observed them all with an amused smile, closing the front door behind Tonks, Remus and the tree.

As the tree was slotted into place in the large comfy living room Hermione grabbed Harry's hand.

“Come on! We have to get the decorations!” She said happily. Harry grinned at her as he was dragged up the stairs as Hermione threw open her trunk and returned a large battered cardboard box to its original size. As they returned laughing to the living room, Hermione watched Harry's nervousness grow and she was puzzled.

^What's wrong?^ She asked him as Remus disobeyed Hermione's instructions not to use magic while untangling the lights for the tree.

^You don't like decorating the Christmas tree?^ She asked him in a teasing tone. She froze as she took in his expression.

^Oh Harry.^ She said, resting a hand gently on his arm.

^You never decorated a tree?^ Harry shook his head. She wrapped an arm around his waist and hugged him.

^Well, you're going to love it.^ She told him with a smile, reaching down and handing him a pile of decorations.

“Right, choose a section of the tree and just put things wherever you want to. The beauty of a Christmas tree is that the messier the better. Perfectly decorated trees are too artificial - and there's no fun in that.” She told him with a smile. Harry watched everyone else placing decorations on the tree with hapless abandon and loosened up a bit, just putting them wherever he thought they should go. After a few moments he felt a tap on his shoulder. Harry turned to see Remus holding out a very dusty box to him.

“I'd forgotten all about these.” Remus admitted.

“But, maybe you'd like to put them on the tree…they were your parents - though Sirius and I had our own decorations mixed in…Lily let us help decorate the tree as we always had Christmas together.” Remus said with a sad smile.

Harry looked down at the box, neatly labelled in a swirling script, which he guessed, was his Mother's.

“Thanks Remus.” Harry said quietly, taking the box, and lifting the box gently, as if unsure of what he would find. Remus took a step back to give Harry some space, but Harry looked up as if asking him to stay.

“So what are the stories behind all these decorations then?” Harry asked with a half smile as he peered at the eclectic assortment of ornaments. Remus grinned.

“Ah, well, some were obviously bought…but one year Lily was feeling rather nostalgic for the Muggle way of children making homemade decorations so she was sitting with a table full of glue, glitter, and all sorts of craft supplies when we came in from a friendly Quidditch game to find her covered in the stuff. It didn't take much to get us all joining in, and somehow it became a little tradition. It wasn't Christmas at Godric's Hollow until we'd made poorly constructed decorations, got glue in Lily's hair, had a glitter fight and been banished to the garden.” Remus looked lost in memories and Tonks smiled at him. Harry looked up to see that the others had stopped decorating the tree to hear Remus' story.

“Lets see these decorations then.” Hermione said eagerly. Harry began pulling items from the box and laughed as glitter began flying everywhere. The next hour was spent happily hearing stories not just of his parents and the Marauders at Christmas, but from Tonks, and the Granger's of their own Christmas traditions, and favourite memories of the holiday. Harry couldn't remember ever enjoying such a simple activity as hanging paper decorations as much in his life. He was chatting with Mr. Granger (who'd insisted Harry call him Robert) about Hermione's sixth Christmas when she'd snuck downstairs and unwrapped her presents before they were awake, when Hermione snuck out of the room behind Remus.

“Remus, will you help me with something?” She asked in a whisper as they stood in the hallway.

“Sure, anything for my favourite Head Girl.” Remus said with a grin.

“Harry's never had a proper traditional Christmas, our fifth year came close but he was worried all through it. I just thought maybe we could go all out with silly childrens activities, and sledging, and stupid things…so he knows how everyone else felt at Christmas as a child. He told me in there that this is the first time he's ever decorated a tree! I bet he's never even seen the old Muggle Christmas movies, and from what you've said of Lily, I think she'd be horrified that her son had never seen `White Christmas'.” Hermione said softly.

Remus looked at Hermione warmly, and hugged her, his eyes a little tearful.

“That was her favourite movie…not just of Christmas movies, but of all movies…it's uncanny that you would sense that…she would have just adored you…and I think this is the nicest Christmas present we could ever give Harry.” Remus said.

“I'll get us some supplies, and soon we'll be making gingerbread in the kitchen.” Remus said, pausing with an afterthought.

“But please don't let Tonks measure out any ingredients. As much as I love her, she gets a little carried away.” He grinned. Hermione nodded and beaming she headed back into the living room where she paused to take in the scene before her, her parents laughing together as they told Harry a story, Tonks standing next to Harry giggling, her hair now festively red and green. It looked like a picture perfect family Christmas, and smiling she looked back at Remus over her shoulder who then whispered.

“I'll just run upstairs and dig out the camera.” Having known immediately that was what she was thinking.

Chapter Eleven

They went through a whole roll of film just decorating the Christmas Tree, and by the time they had finished making shortbread biscuits in all different shapes the next afternoon, another roll was gone, filled with photographs of them all completely covered in flour (Tonks more so than anyone else) and a few incriminating photographs showing Harry and Hermione sneakily eating mixture out of the bowl in a corner of the kitchen and laughing with each other.

As Hermione climbed into bed on Christmas Eve she grinned to herself as she remembered the look on Harry’s face as they’d watched ‘White Christmas’ that evening. He had been enthralled; his eyes wide as they watched the classic musical, he was enjoying Christmas like a child should and the sparkle in his eyes when he’d turn to smile at her had made her stomach flutter uncontrollably. She sighed and hugged her blanket close to her as she drifted off to sleep, anticipating Christmas morning more than she had in years.

She awoke to the sound of an anguished cry of pain that cut straight through her. She leapt out of bed and ran into the hallway not needing to search out the source of the cry, knowing instantly that the sound came from Harry, and he was obviously having another nightmare. She threw open the door to the room next to her own and rushed over to him.

“Harry!”

“Harry! Wake up. It’s another nightmare.” She shook his shoulders and he awoke with a start, sitting up, and throwing his arms around her tightly, burying his head on her shoulder. Hermione turned as she heard hurried footsteps and saw Remus, Tonks and her parents rushing to the doorway, she mouthed to Remus that Harry had had a nightmare. Remus looked extremely shocked but nodded silently, half closing the door.

“Harry.” Hermione said softly again, as she gently ran a hand through his unruly hair. He leant back and she looked into his tear stained face. His eyes were bloodshot and seemed to be staring at her very intently.

“Which dream was it?” She asked tentatively.

“My Mum…and then you…” He said with a slight crack in his voice. He sat back on his bed, his back resting against the wall, his head tipped back towards the ceiling. Hermione climbed up and sat next to him, mirroring his seating position.

They sat in silence for several minutes before Hermione shivered involuntarily. She stood to go and collect her blanket from her room. Harry moved quickly and gently grabbed her wrist.

“Don’t go.” He asked hoarsely. Hermione gently removed his hand and intertwined their fingers.

“I’m just going to get my blanket as it’s a bit cold. I’ll sleep in here tonight.” She reassured him softly. Harry nodded gratefully and Hermione turned and left the room, quietly closing the door behind her.

“Hermione?” Remus asked softly making her jump. She turned and saw that Remus, Tonks and her parents were standing talking in hushed voices towards the end of the hallway. She walked over to them and smiling sadly took her mothers hand.

“That was one of Harry’s nightmares?” Remus asked a little shakily.

Hermione nodded, looking back at the closed door down the hallway.

“He must have forgotten to put the charms around his room tonight.” She said softly.

“He has nightmares often?” Her Mum asked concerned.

“Usually two a night, sometimes more.” Hermione said simply.

“He’s seen so many horrors for someone so young.” Remus said sadly. Tonks placed an arm around his shoulders comfortingly.

“It’s been worse since a few months ago. He doesn’t just relive his parents, Cedric and Sirius anymore…he imagines that Voldemort has the rest of us…”

“That poor boy” Mrs. Granger said sadly.

“He handles it so well, you’d never know from how he is during the day.” Mr. Granger observed.

“I promised I’d stay with him tonight. I’m just going to grab some blankets from my room.” Hermione told them. Her mother nodded to her that it was ok and Hermione turned to leave, but she looked over her shoulder with a troubled look on her face.

“You wont say anything to him tomorrow? He doesn’t even talk to Ron about this.” She asked anxiously.

“Don’t worry Hermione, he wont know we we’re up.” Tonks said and as the others nodded, Hermione rushed to get back to Harry.

Harry wasn’t sitting on his bed when Hermione returned; he was pulling a parcel from his school trunk under the bed.

“Hey.” Hermione said softly. Harry turned to look at her with a smile.

“What are you up to?” She asked curiously as Harry placed the parcel on his bed and kicked the trunk back into place.

“I thought you might like part of your Christmas present a bit early.” Harry said with a half smile.

Hermione grinned and wrapping her blanket around her she sat down cross-legged on his bed with a big grin.

“There’s more than one part of my present? ” She laughed. “What is it?” She asked.

Now Harry laughed softly, and sat next to her.

“You’ll have to open it to find out, but I’d better explain it first.” Hermione looked at him curiously, wondering why the present would need an explanation.

Harry appeared a little nervous, and he was shifting the parcel back between his hands as he looked at her.

“I haven’t been completely honest with you about what I found out about our situation.”

Hermione looked at him with concern, not quite knowing what her was referring to.

“Lupin explained to me why we can hear each others thoughts…I wasn’t sure how to tell you though…I’ve been a bit stupid about it really…I just needed to work up the courage to tell you.”

Hermione now looked at him worriedly and placed a hand on his arm.

“Oh no…it’s nothing bad” He reassured her.

“The present will explain things in the detail I’m sure you’ll want, but hearing thoughts is a family trait…all the men in the Potter family have the same magical gift.” Harry said passing the package to her.

Harry watched Hermione intently as she unwrapped the parcel to find an elaborately decorated leather bound book, embossed with the words ‘Potter Family History’. She ran a hand over the script lightly and looked up at him with a raised eyebrow.

^Turn to the bookmark.^ He told her silently with a grin, shifting to sit closer to her, looking over her shoulder as she flipped through the book.

The script of the book was handwritten in elegant calligraphy, though the script changed throughout the book as the author changed through the generations. Harry’s great-grandmother had been the author of the passage regarding the sharing of thoughts and Harry’s gaze moved from the passage he now knew by heart, to watching Hermione’s face as her eyes moved across the page.

Her eyes widened gradually as she took in the words, her eyes then flicked to the top of the passage again and read more slowly, sneaking glances out of the corner of her eye at Harry as she did so. As she began reading the passage for the third time Harry gently laid his hand over the words and closed the book on her lap.

“I think you know what it says now ‘Mione.”

She slowly raised her head up and after what seemed like hours but in reality was only seconds, her eyes finally met his.

Harry watched her closely and he took in the disbelief, the confusion and the tiredness in her eye, but there was something else there which he wasn’t too confident about analysing right then, but was it hope?

Hermione was still not saying anything and Harry suddenly realised with a start that she must be waiting for the rest of the explanation.

“Remus didn’t tell me why I could hear your thoughts until I guessed correctly…until I admitted out loud how I felt…how I felt about you that is.” Harry said less nervously, though the room was suddenly uncomfortably hot and he felt his palms grow rather clammy. He anxiously brushed his hair away from his hot forehead and looking at Hermione again realised she was waiting for still more explanation. He’d really hoped that that would have been enough, but he knew she deserved to hear it for herself, he suddenly felt the sorting hat had made an incredible mistake placing him in Gryffindor and he mentally told himself to get a grip and just tell her. He saw Hermione cover a grin and realised that in all his worry, he must be accidentally sharing his thoughts with her. She blushed as she heard him make the realisation, but then giggled.

“Come on Potter, out with it.” She giggled nervously.

“You’re enjoying this a little too much.” He said teasingly.

“You like seeing me all confused and nervous.”

Hermione laughed, but looked at him affectionately.

“I love you Hermione.” He grinned now that the words were said out loud for the first time. Hermione looked shocked that he’d spoken for a moment but then she smiled shyly.

“I’ve loved you for quite a while now. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before. It don’t know how you feel about me, but I just love being near you, so as long as you don’t run off I think everything will…” Harry was interrupted by Hermione leaning over and very gently kissing him.

“…work itself out…” Harry finished with a grin.

“I love you too Harry.”

“Really?” He asked incredulously.

“You’re not just being nice?” He asked with teasing puppy eyes. She poked him in the arm.

“Now you’re just fishing for compliments Mr. Potter.” She laughed lightly, then looked at him seriously.

“I DO love you Harry. I’ve loved you for a long time, and I’m sorry I never said anything either.”

They sat looking at each other until Hermione giggled again and shifted closer to him to hug him tightly, her head resting on his shoulder, her arms wrapped around his stomach. Harry kissed the end of her nose tenderly, and as she smiled up at him he took a chance and kissed her lightly on the lips. A kiss that soon deepened and left them both grinning like the Cheshire cat.

^Happy Christmas by the way.^ He spoke silently, as Hermione lay curled up next to him, her body fitting perfectly into the crook of his shoulder.

^Happy Christmas Harry^ Hermione replied sleepily.

Harry watched her sleep. His best friend, his girlfriend now he supposed, surprised that it didn’t sound too strange to refer to Hermione that way, he grinned again to himself, absentmindedly wondering when they would tell everyone they were dating now. To many people close to them it wouldn’t be too much of a surprise he guessed, but he’d have to discuss with Hermione how to tell them. As much as he wanted everyone to know just how much he loved his girlfriend, after his earlier nightmare he was aware how their relationship being common knowledge had the potential to place Hermione’s life in even more danger than it was in already.

Harry was now very aware that Hermione’s parents were sleeping in the same house, and while he knew nothing inappropriate was going on in his bed, he wasn’t sure they’d feel the same way once they found out he was dating their only daughter so he reluctantly removed his arms from around Hermione and settled onto the cold empty bed Ron usually slept in. Having transfigured a blanket he managed to remove from under Hermione into a sleeping bag he drifted off to sleep.

Chapter Twelve

Remus knocked on the door and hearing no reply he opened the door gently and stuck his head in. He smiled as he saw the two teenagers still fast asleep, he guessed they had been up late last night after Harry’s nightmare, he knew that he hadn’t been able to get back to sleep very easily after the shock of Harry’s anguished yells. He shook his head despairingly, silently promising Lily, James and Sirius that he’d keep a closer eye on Harry from now on, though he had a feeling Hermione was looking out for him also.

Harry sat up and Remus smiled.

“Happy Christmas.”

“Happy Christmas Remus.” Harry said climbing out of bed and hugging Remus good morning.

“I’ll leave you to wake Hermione up, we’re all meeting around the Christmas Tree in fifteen minutes to open presents.” Remus said excitedly and Harry laughed.

“Alright, see you down there.” Harry replied as Remus left the room.

Harry stood and watched Hermione sleep for a moment, convincing himself that the night before hadn’t been a dream, he really had told her, and she loved him too.

He leant over and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.

“Hermione, time to wake up.” He said quietly.

“Harry?” She asked sleepily as her eyelids fluttered open. She smiled as she saw him standing next to her bed.

“Morning.”

“Happy Christmas Harry.” She said a little shyly.

Harry sat down on the edge of the bed and looked at her a little anxiously.

“What is it Harry?” She asked sitting up.

“You…well, you haven’t changed your mind about last night?” He asked quietly, avoiding her gaze. Hermione reached out and turned his head to look at her.

“No. I haven’t changed my mind and I’m not going to. I love you Harry Potter and you’re not getting rid of me that easily!” She teased.

Harry’s face lit up and he threw his arms around her in a strong hug. She laughed lightly and hugged him back.

Harry brushed Hermione’s hair away from her eyes and kissed her lightly.

“I love you too.”

They sat grinning at each other like idiots for a minute before Harry remembered why he had woken her up.

“Oh! We need to meet the others by the tree in just under ten minutes to start opening presents.” He remembered, and laughed as Hermione’s eyes lit up at the mention of presents.

He pulled her to her feet and grabbing a jumper threw it on over his pyjamas. Hermione grabbed her wand and with a quick incantation her hair was back under control. Harry handed her one of his jumpers to wear and smiling she took it with a grin as she followed him out of the room and down the stairs.

^You know you’re not getting this jumper back again.^ She teased him silently.

^I’ve been wondering about that…why do girls steal guys clothes?^ He asked.

^Because they’re comfy and they make us look all tiny and adorable of course.^ Hermione replied, laughing out loud and sticking out her tongue at him as she moved past him. Harry laughed and wrapped an arm around her shoulder protectively.

^Aw, but you’re always adorable.^ He told her simply.

Hermione blushed scarlet and Harry laughed again at her embarrassment thinking it made her even more adorable, he kissed the top of her head as they turned the corner and entered the living room.

The rest of Christmas Day was spent happily unwrapping presents, eating too much and playing games around a large roaring fire. Harry and Hermione shared many secret smiles as they had silent conversations with one another, trying to make each other laugh, and receiving some confused looks from Hermione’s parents and Tonks though Remus simply grinned whenever this happened and remembered similar situations with James and Lily. He felt closer to his lost friends than he had in such a long time, pleased to be passing on family traditions to Harry and to be sharing them with him.

^Ok you win the bet, Remus fell asleep before your Dad, I can’t believe I forgot there’s a full moon in two days.^ Harry said silently to Hermione.

She grinned at him from the chair next to him.

^That’s because you only the days of the week apart by the Quiddich schedule. Now you owe me a Butter Beer next Hogsmeade weekend^ She teased him. Harry stuck his tongue out at his girlfriend good-naturedly and rested his head against the back of his seat.

^Thanks Mione…^

^What for?^ She asked, looking over at him.

^This Christmas…I know you’re behind a lot of it, and it means a lot to me. It’s the best holiday I’ve ever had.^ He told her sincerely.

They smiled at each other and Hermione reached over and placed her hand in his.

^I’m going to go get a drink. Meet me in the kitchen?^ She asked with a wink. Harry grinned and nodded.

Hermione took drink orders from her Mum and Tonks before heading to the kitchen. Harry followed a minute later saying he was going to help her carry the drinks through.

Harry looked around when he entered the kitchen wondering where Hermione had gone when she appeared right behind him, wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.

^I’ve wanted to do that all day^ Hermione admitted blushing as she pulled away. Harry pulled her closer to him in a hug.

^So have I.^ He said with a smile.

^Is it strange that this isn’t strange?^ He asked, looking down at her and winding a strand of her hair around his finger.

Hermione looked thoughtful.

^I don’t think so. We’re best friends, we have been for a long time. A lot of people have been trying to get us together for some time now.^ She said.

^Really? Who’s been trying to set us up?^ He asked curiously.

^Well, Lavender, Ron and Ginny to start with, and I wouldn’t be surprised if the rest of our friends weren’t involved, as well as Remus and Tonks.^ Hermione said with a raised eyebrow.

^You see, this is one of the reasons I need you around, you actually notice these things. They probably talked about it right in front of me and I didn’t notice…that does explain why Ron kept not turning up for our study sessions…^ Harry said as the light dawned on him. Hermione laughed lightly as she kissed him on the cheek before moving to retrieve mugs for the tea.

A not so subtle cough brought their attention back to the now boiled kettle several minutes later as Mrs. Granger and Tonks stood in the doorway having come to see what was delaying Harry and Hermione in the kitchen.

Harry and Hermione abruptly pulled apart and blushed bright red as Tonks laughed and Mrs. Granger raised her eyebrows questioningly, though there was laughter in her eyes at having caught the teenagers kissing.

“Ah Mum, did I mention that Harry was my boyfriend?” Hermione said sheepishly, taking Harry’s hand.

“No I think you managed to neglect that little fact my dear! At least I know why the tea isn’t made yet.”

Harry had no idea what to do, and couldn’t tell whether Mrs. Granger was angry or not.

“We’ll get back to that then.” Hermione said with a giggle that her Mother soon caught to Harry’s relief, and he busied himself pouring milk into mugs while Mrs. Granger whispered something in her daughter’s ear causing Hermione to laugh again. He watched them with a smile before turning to follow Tonks back to the living room and rescuing the tray of drinks from her before it fell.

Remus awoke as Harry sat the cups of tea down on the table and Tonks whispered something in his ear that had Remus chuckling and raising an eyebrow at Harry.

“So you finally made your move then Harry?” He asked with a grin.

Harry tried to keep his blush at bay and nodded.

“I gave her the book as an early Christmas present.”

Remus nodded with a smile, the only person who would understand the reference.

“So when are you planning to tell everyone about this?” Remus asked Harry quietly.

“I have no idea. We haven’t had a chance to talk about it, and I don’t want to put her at greater risk because of Voldemort…” Harry said knowing that Remus would understand his concerns.

“Talk to her Harry, Hermione has a good head on her shoulders, and you can’t make the decision for her no matter how much you want to protect her. Remember that Harry.” Remus advised him. Harry nodded.

“I know.”

Their conversation was interrupted as Hermione and her Mother returned from the kitchen arm in arm and woke Mr. Granger from his Christmas afternoon nap.

Harry’s mind did return to the subject several times during the evening however, as he sat on a sofa with Hermione curled up at his side, her head resting on his shoulder as they watched ‘Lady and the Tramp’, one of Hermione’s favourite films.

^So you want a puppy for Christmas next year?^ He teased Hermione.

She grinned and leant her head back to look up at him.

^If we could find one that Crookshanks liked.^ Hermione replied.

Harry kissed the end of her nose and thought that they still had a week to discuss things before returning to Hogwarts, it was time to make the most of the holidays.

Sorry it's been so long, but here's the final chapter of this fic. I got a bit lost with how to end it. I may come back to it and add filler chapters at a alater date - but for now, it's The End:

Chapter Thirteen

Harry and Hermione were both quiet the day before they were due to return to Hogwarts. Tonks and Remus were also rather subdued knowing they wouldn't be able to spend every day together for a while, and Remus especially was sad to be parted with Harry again after a happy Christmas, knowing he couldn't keep so close to Harry even with surreptitious visits to Hogwarts.

Harry and Hermione sat curled up on a small sofa in the living room, their favourite spot in the house during the last afternoon of their Christmas holiday.

“Maybe we should have told Ron already?” Harry pondered.

“We'll take him aside tomorrow and talk to him, stick to what we agreed and just tell our closest friends, it'll spread ridiculously quickly anyway, you know what the Hogwarts gossip mill is like especially when you're concerned Harry.”

Harry nodded his agreement, and looked thoughtfully out the window to the quiet London Street outside.

“Who do you think will win the bet then?” Harry asked her.

“Bet?” Hermione asked curiously.

“Well you said they've been trying to get us together, usually their matchmaking attempts involve bets. Well, you won the bet about Ron and Lavender! I'm guessing Ginny will win this one.” Harry said with a grin.

Hermione laughed.

“Hmm, depends if Remus and Tonks were in on the bet, but I'd guess they weren't so you're probably right about Ginny.” Hermione agreed.

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It was with heavy hearts that Harry, Hermione and Remus said goodbye to Tonks and the Grangers the next evening, having spent the day gathering up all their belongings into their school trunks and trying to coax Crookshanks from his favourite spot underneath the boiler. Remus was quiet, having been parted from Tonks, and facing a return to Number 12 alone once he'd dropped Harry and Hermione off at Hogwarts.

“You look after yourself Remus.” Hermione said sternly as she hugged him goodbye in Professor Dumbledore's office that afternoon.

“You too. And keep and eye on Harry for me?” Remus asked her with a smile.

“You two talking about me again?” Harry asked from across the room where he was talking with Dumbledore.

“No, much more interesting things to talk about than you Potter.” Hermione replied with a grin.

“Nice to know you care Granger.” Harry laughed.

Remus and Professor Dumbledore observed this exchange with smiles, as did several portraits on the walls eavesdropping on the conversations going on as they pretended to sleep.

Harry and Hermione left the office with a wave and walked through the empty corridors of the school towards the Great Hall to wait for the arrival of the Hogwarts coaches.

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[Epilogue]

“You've got to be kidding me Ginny! No way will it be on Valentines Day - it's much too predictable, and not at all Hermione.” Ron argued.

“Well it's my bet Ronniekins - I don't know why you're so confident - you already lost your bet that it would be Hermione's birthday.” Ginny pointed out with a grin.

“She's got you there.” A drawling voice announced. Ginny turned and grinned as Draco Malfoy draped an arm around her shoulder and kissed the top of her head.

“Hey! I didn't know you'd arrived.” She hugged her boyfriend before turning back to her brother and laughing at the pained expression on his face.

“So what's your bet then Malfoy?” Ron asked, ignoring his little sisters giggles.

“Memorial Day.” He said simply.

“Not bad Malfoy. You never know.”

“What are you three plotting over here?” Hermione asked causing them all to jump and attempt looks of innocence. Hermione looked at them and laughed out loud.

“Draco - I never thought I'd say it, but you trying to look innocent is perhaps one of the most adorable things I've ever seen!” Ron rolled his eyes and hugged his friend in greeting as Ginny agreed with Hermione.

“I'm guessing you were discussing a certain bet that I'm not supposed to know about?” Hermione asked, her eyes twinkling.

“You know?” Ron blurted out.

“Of course I know! You lot couldn't keep a secret if your lives depended on it.” Hermione said affectionately.

“Does Harry know?” Ginny asked curiously.

“I shouldn't think so. He's completely oblivious sometimes.” Hermione said a wink, looking over her shoulder to see him hugging Molly Weasley in greeting.

“And don't go telling him! You'll scare him off, and I don't want you influencing him…I've still got a chance to win this thing!” Three jaws dropped open.

“You've placed a bet on when Harry will propose to you?” Ron and Ginny asked in unison.

Hermione laughed again.

“Of course not. God, you three are so easy to wind up sometimes…I already know when he will.” She said quietly over her shoulder as she headed to where Lupin was waving at her from across the room.

“What was that about?” Ginny asked as they watched Hermione walking away.

Draco looked puzzled, and then Ron slapped his hand against his forehead.

“What?” Draco and Ginny asked.

“Well of course she knows! She can bloody hear his thoughts!” Ron laughed.

“So if we all think he's going to propose, and she knows, why haven't they just got it over with?”

<Well you overestimated our friends Mione. None of them have a clue.>

Hermione laughed under her breath as Harry spoke to her silently. Their friends had been betting on them for years, just as they participated in bets about their friends, and she's been convinced they would realise the moment she walked through the door that she and Harry were already engaged.

<Who do you think won this time then?> Hermione asked silently as she chatted to Lupin.

<I think you're talking to him right now> Harry observed.

<Really?>

<When shall we put them out of their misery?>

<Not yet, it wouldn't fair to take away from little Sirius' birthday party. Where is he anyway?>

<Why don't you ask his Father? Talk to you later>

“Where's my Godson then Remus?” Hermione asked with a smile, looking around the room but unable to spot the three year old.

“Ah, well, it seems that he takes after his mother a little more than we thought…” Remus chuckled.

“You mean?”

“Oh yes, he's been altering his appearance nearly every half an hour for the last two days.” Remus announced proudly.

“Oh that's wonderful Remus!” Hermione exclaimed hugging him. “And very advanced at such a young age. He's going to be one powerful wizard when he's older.” Remus nodded and grinning suddenly, pointed over Hermione's shoulder to where a young boy stood in the middle of the room, unmistakable due to the bright purple hair sticking up in all directions from his head. Hermione turned and laughed on seeing Sirius who ran up to greet her with a hug before running off at speed to find Harry.

“Any interesting news to report Hermione?” Remus asked her teasingly.

She looked at him appraisingly, before a wicked grin appeared on her face.

Remus beamed at her.

“I thought so. Congratulations.”

“It's supposed to be a secret until later. This party's for Sirius.” Hermione reminded him. Remus nodded and pulled her into a hug.

“Welcome to the family Hermione.” She blushed and smiled at him.

“Harry said you'd be the one to win. Any chance you had inside information?” She asked curiously.

“Now, that would be telling…” Hermione laughed and caught Harry's eye across the room. She smiled at her fiancée and Remus watched the exchange happily.

Once his tearaway son was in bed for the night, Remus curled an arm around his wife's shoulder and observed Harry, Hermione and Ron chatting quietly in a corner of the room.

“What are they talking about so earnestly?” Tonks asked as she followed his gaze. As they watched, Ron leapt to his feet and engulfed his two best friends in a bear hug, the three of them laughing.

“Ah - I may have an idea now…you knew?” She asked her husband with a smile.

“He came to me to get Lily's ring a few months ago. Dumbledore put me in charge of guarding it all those years ago.”

“Sweet of them to tell Ron first.” Tonks said with a smile.

“So how did you know the exact day to bet on?”

“It's the day Lily and James got engaged.”

“Really?” Tonk's eyes welled up a little and Remus chuckled.

“Don't laugh at me wolf-boy!” She said poking him teasingly in the side.

“What are you so teary about?”

“Oh, just Harry - not having known Lily and James, yet he's more like them than he'll ever know.”

Remus nodded sadly in agreement and watched as Harry cleared his throat and drew the attention of the rest of the family gathered. The extended Weasley family, including Hermione's parents turned to look as Harry made his announcement.

“Well, we thought it was time to put you all out of your misery. I know you're all dying to know who will win the bet, and yes, of course we know about the bet! I asked Hermione to marry me three days ago and she said yes.” Harry said, beaming to the gathered family who quickly enveloped them in hugs and shouts of congratulations. Hermione's ring suddenly became visible to all those present for the announcement, and she was soon surrounded by family members clambering to have a look. She and Harry grinned at one another through the crowds.

<I love you>

<I love you too>

“I believe you all owe me…” Lupin announced loudly with a grin as a grin filled the room. Hands reached into pockets as everyone headed over to Remus, Harry laughed at the look of shock on Hermione's face as her parents sheepishly headed over to pay up as well. He wrapped an arm around her and kissed her forehead.

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