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Hi everyone, well here is the next chapter. I warn you now; there is a lot of H/H fluff. I was in the romantic sappy mood, so it came out in my writing. Also you all learn a little secret that Hermione has as well. So read up and I hope to here your comments. Thanks for reading and enjoy!
The Middle of Understanding
Chapter 11
Blissful Time
Lotus roots, potions, hour, and none of these makes any sense. Think Granger. It's just decoding words and their meaning. Well, obviously we have established the structure. What am I missing?
"When Remus told you to work on this, he didn't say lock yourself in the library." Harry flopped beside me in the back corner.
"Harry, I have been working on this for two weeks straight, and I still have no idea what it means." I tossed my translated notes in frustration.
"Well, what do you have now?" He pulled the parchment closer, while rubbing my stiff neck. "The year of growth is all it needs. The lotus blooms when the time is ripe. At the hour the roots are placed, forming man made creation. The body and soul connects with the potion of growth. With the blood of your kin, the liquid flows down your skin. As the minutes pass you regain what you lost. Death and disease effect you not, and enemies fear you strength and immorality." He ended his fake bass tone. "Interesting poem, sounds like a ceremony of some kind."
"I think it's a reawaken ritual. But it still doesn't make much sense." I rubbed my eyes tired from my heavy concentration.
"Take your time Nene, I don't want you getting sick again. Come on, you need to relax," Harry shoved my books and notes into my bag.
"Harry it is near curfew. Flinch will have our heads." Uselessly I was dragged out the library without a possible retreat. He finally let go of my hand when we reached the Quidditch field. The chilly December air blew quiet winds causing goose bumps along my arms. The stars shined brightly flashing in a fortuitous manner. The moon was framed in the night sky illuminating a beautiful pearl white color. Every step taken by us sunk into the moist grass, uncut from early frost. I wrapped my robe tighter around myself, wondering what Harry was up too. I glanced to see him try and hide a smirk. He dropped my heavy bag on the ground and turned staring straight at me.
"Do you trust me?" He asked in an unusually deep tone.
"I don't remember when I didn't"
"Close your eyes," he grinned with an eager manner. I did, then I felt him walk behind me and whisper the word accio. A quick breeze then swept by me. Before I could sneak a peek, Harry clamped his hand over my eyes. Suddenly, he pulled me on to his broom and we flew off into the air. I screamed in shock and tighten my eyes in fright. Sensing my fear, Harry pressed closer, allowing me support against his body. I gripped the broom with all my might, praying to Merlin I would not fall. Then I heard Harry laugh at my frightful expressions.
"Nene I thought you trusted me." Harry cooed into my ears. "Open your eyes, it's gorgeous out." Granger you can do it. Slowly I opened my eyes, to see that we were hundreds of feet in the sky. I don't think I can. I automatically shut my eyes from my fear of falling. "Relax Nene, I'm here." Harry placed his arms around me. Again I opened my eyes to notice how high above the world we seemed. Few lights were left burning in Hogwarts, creating a romantic atmosphere around the ancient castle. From the distance I saw the dim street lights of Hogsmeade with few creeping figures walking along.
"It's amazing." I said awed by the starry winter night.
"Yes it really is," I turned to see Harry staring only at me. Blushing, I started to relax my death grip from the broom. I shivered from the cold air, pressing back, leaning into Harry. He moved his arms up, hugging me tighter. Harry rested his head on my right shoulder, occasionally blowing in my ear. We hovered in the sky watching the stars twinkle and lights slowly go out in Hogwarts.
"Thank you, I needed this very much." I nuzzled my head into his neck.
"Your welcome. Did you know this is the first time I have ever done this?" Harry guided us towards a lighted area.
"I think you have done a lot of firsts with me lately." Harry smirked especially wide. "Where did you get this wonderful idea?"
"My dad," he whispered into the air. "He did this with mom for their 6 month anniversary." How adorable!
"Did you find that out from your mom's journal?"
"That and the book from Remus. There are some great ideas I have been using on people." He commented cheerfully.
"So that's why all those girls have been swooning at your feet?" I teased playfully at him.
"Don't worry I only save the best for you." He kissed my cheek, "Look, it's a shooting star. Close your eyes and make a wish." I quickly shut my eyes. I wish Harry may be as happy as I am right now. Reopening my eyes, I felt Harry smiling besides me.
"Harry, you didn't make a wish." I turned, curious at why he didn't participate.
"I don't need too," he leaned in sweetly kissing my lips. Oh we are unaware of what sweet miracles may come (Flavia).
Breaking away I murmured quietly, "Harry what are we?"
"You are Nene and I am Harry." He replied like he was answering a child.
"You know that is not what I meant." My tone changed into its usual serious voice.
"But that's what we are. You're my Nene and I'm your Harry. It's just us here. No one else can experience what we have." Harry snuggled his head into my neck.
I giggled from his hair. "You can be the sweetest person when you want to be." I planted another kiss, and was tickled by his surprisingly unshaven face. I wonder when he started growing facial hair? "We should get back. It's past 10:30 and I'm sure your fan club is still waiting." Harry slowly landed us back onto the Quidditch field.
"You have been collecting you own amount Nene." He reached for my school bag.
"Are you jealous?" I poked my finger against his shoulder.
"No," I down casted my eyes away from him. "They didn't spend their one year anniversary with you." Where did that come from?
"What are you talking about?" I asked perplexed at the date.
"December 8, one year ago, I realized how beautiful you are." I blushed still not use to his sentimental comments.
"Why, Mr. Potter, I do believe you are the most charming person in this world." I smiled timidly.
"No I'm not," Harry stepped towards me. "You are," again he kissed me, and the stars were not the only ones sparkling tonight.
"So that settles how we shall arrange the Great Hall. Before we end this meeting, I just wanted to thank everyone for such hard work. Christmas is always the busiest time and everyone handled it amazingly. Try and relax these next weeks, but with finals I think that will be difficult." Angelina spoke clearly towards all the Prefects then sat down from the podium. Roger then stood for his final address.
"I have finished your patrol schedules and you will be receiving them on Wednesday. This week you may all relax because the teachers are patrolling for us at night. Like Angelina said thank you for all your diligent participation. Enjoy your Christmas and good luck on your exams." He pounded the podium and our meeting ended for the year.
. "Neville do you want to head back together to the Common Room?" I asked him that while we both collected our things on the floor. He blushed and couldn't hide a shy smile.
"I'm actually meeting someone." He nervously stuttered out. Oh I wonder who this person is? I bet its Ginny. "If you see Ginny, can you tell her I have her Herbology book?" Nevermind
"Of course Neville," I smiled and watched him leave the room. Quickly I finished packing my things so I could review my last minute studying. With one day left before exams, what else would I do? Mentally arranging my study schedule, I didn't notice someone call my name until I was tapped on the shoulder. I jumped from surprise and gave a small yelp. I heard a humorous chuckle at my shock.
"Hello Hermione, sorry I scared you." Susan Bones said light heartily. Her blue eyes concentrated directly at me. I always admired that trait about her. I never saw her not make direct eye contact with anyone. Her usual wavy dark brown hair was braided into pigtails, flowing down her oval face.
"It's fine. You would think I would be use to it with Harry and Ron. Did you need something?" We slowly started walking again.
"Yes, I was wondering if you wanted to go over last minutes notes for Herbology?" Susan asked very nicely.
"When would you like together?" I searched for my planner in my heavy bag.
"How about tomorrow? I know you have Transfiguration last, so we can meet in the library afterwards." I smiled for her consideration of where my last class was near the library.
"Great," I smiled cheerfully. "I will see you tomorrow. Good luck on potions."
"Thanks I need it," she gave a smile showing her rarely seen dimples. "I would say the same but I'm positive you don't need it." Susan then winked and left for her own Common Room. I continued walking and reached the tower in a record 3 minutes. Rushing towards the stairs, I ran into my room for books, notes, and quills. Then I changed into comfortable flannel pants and my dad's old university sweater. I returned downstairs surrounded by studious students and nervous wrecks.
Ron sat with Dean and Seamus looking very disheveled. His usual combed hair flew in every direction but down. I smirked knowing that his procastation got the best of him again. At my usual spot, I found Ginny napping in front of the fire. The glows framed her angelic face and brighten her already red hair. Should I wake her? She looks so peaceful and calm. Why not? She interrupted you last night with Harry. Grinning evilly, I pinched her flushed cheeks arousing her from slumber. She screamed, startling some students, but too many were concentrating too hard to notice her.
"Hermione, why did you do that?" She whined rubbing her pink cheeks.
"Well I'm sure you would like to be studying instead of napping." I said in a matter of fact tone. "Also I just couldn't resist the chance with you sleeping like that." Then I flopped besides her, dropping my supplies around me.
"Next time you could just shake me." Ginny causally glanced around the room. "Did Neville come back with you?" She rubbed her eyes still a little groggily.
"No, he said he was meeting someone. Also he has your book too." I started to read through my notes.
"Okay, thanks for telling me," she picked her dropped book and continued to read as well. Then we settled in a comfortable silence and study for our exams. Rarely anyone spoke and if they did, they whispered quietly. Noises of quills scratching, page turning, and sighs were heard through the room. After two hours of complete and utter concentration, the peace was broken by none other then the Weasley Twins. They were carrying several large bags and awfully wide grins.
"Good evening everyone," they enthusiastically greeted. Mumbles and mutters replied the overly giddy boys.
"Aren't they a chipper crowd Fred?" George placed the paper bags down.
"The happiest I have ever seen."
"Fred, what are you two doing?" A very weary Angelina asked.
"We would like to present our latest invention." Fred smiled raising his eyebrows up and down.
"That's right Fred. Since you have all been studying so vigorously, we decided to spruce up the atmosphere."
"George would you like to do the honors?" Fred asked. George then lifted a plastic bottle containing orange liquid. "We show you all the party mixer." Weak applause's followed through the crowd.
"Ronnikins, get up here," George shouted out.
"No," Ron instantly said. "I don't trust what it does."
"Just get up here, before we make you." Fred replied. Reluctantly, Ron approached with anxiety written clearly on his face. He looked to me for help but I could only give an apologetic smile. "Drink up," they shoved the bottle into his mouth. Seconds later the once exhausted Ron seemed bouncier. He pulled Ginny up, refusing to let her sit down.
"This is great. Try it everyone." Soon the students were in a carefree and goofy state. Laughter and giggles carried through the once quiet Common Room.
"What did you two do to them?" I asked moving away from an extra perky Lavendar.
"Relax Mione, we just gave them a pepper-up potion mixed with our own special ingredient." Fred placed his arm around my shoulder.
"We thought everyone needed to relax. Why don't you take a sip?" George held out the bottle.
"No thank you, I will be upstairs studying, while you all stay and look like idiots." I stepped away from the hectic scene.
"You know, I think you're the only sane Gryffindor left in this school." Harry chuckled entering into my studious domain.
"I'm studying. If you want to have fun go downstairs." I didn't even bother to look up.
"I usually have different fun with you." Harry winked closing the door behind him. "Nene, you need a break." No I don't. "You look like a mess."
"Well then leave this ugly bookworm to herself." I snapped sitting up.
"You know that's not what I mean." He slowly moved towards my bed. "What's wrong? It's not that time of the month is it?"
"Why do all males believe tempers associated with female biology?" I threw my quill at his face.
"Because I've only been here for 2 minutes and you have snapped at me since the moment I entered the room." Harry moved aside my books and sat beside me. "Are you going to tell me the real reason?"
I sighed, "Harry it's been 3 months. I'm going to be leaving on Saturday. I will never figure out what it means." I hugged my pillow tighter around me. "I guess I feel like I'm not helping you when you need it." I turned away from his gaze.
"Nene, you have always helped me. Like Remus said, it's not the time but the accuracy." Harry grabbed me, pulling me down with him. "Now what else is it? You're biting your lower lip which means there is something else." He brushed my hair away from my face.
"Well everyone 4th year and up are going to Hogsmeade on Friday night."
"Of course they are, since a certain lovely Gryffindor planned it all." Harry wrapped me closer into his body.
"Which also means Roger is going to be there. Harry…he asked if I could be his date on Friday." I received silence but I could feel all his muscles tighten at the name.
"What did you say?" It's Mr. Monotone again.
"I told him I'm too busy to think about that now. Also I wanted to," I paused to look him in the eyes. "I wanted to see if you…we…are going." He gave a small smirk.
"Of course we are Nene."
The next few days were extremely busy. From exams, to study groups, to even last minute Christmas details. I rarely had time with Harry or Ron. Since my discovery of their secret, I suddenly realized that how much time they were spending to train. Sometimes I would find them using glamour charms to hide their bruises. Though I couldn't help them physically, I felt better knowing we didn't have anymore secrets.
"Are you ever going to stop reading?" Ron shouted from behind me.
"Are you ever going to stop talking about Quidditch?" I challenged back. We then entered are usual staring contest waiting for one opponent to back off. My vision started to blur, while his eyes were watering. Being to tired from the weeks of studying, I broke away first.
"Point Ron," he jumped over the couch to join me. I laughed seeing his uncombed hair.
"Having a bad hair day Ron," I tousled his hair gaining a very evil glare.
"You're so funny. Wait…nope I'm not laughing."
"Oh did I hurt poor Ronny's feelings." I said in girlie baby voice.
"Bookworm."
"Carrot-head."
"Will you two ever stop? We just finished our last exams. How do you still have energy to bicker?" Harry flopped beside me on the couch.
"She started it," Ron pointed to me. I stuck my tongue out receiving laughs from both of them.
"Anyway I'm going to fly around the field before the feast. Who wants to join me?" Harry stood in front of us smiling.
"Sounds like a plan," Ron jumped up as well. Harry tugged my arms, pulling my body forward.
"Actually I'm going to finish up some packing. I'll meet you two in the Great Hall later." I head towards the staircase.
"Catch you later Mione," Ron turned towards the portrait.
"I guess we'll see you later," Harry said disappointed. They left, while I skipped up the stairs. Reaching my room, I entered with a very wide smile. I hope Harry likes this, because I rarely do it.
Finally after finishing my surprise, I arrived in front of the Great Hall. The feast had already started, making my entrance more dramatic. Taking in a deep breath, I hope this goes well. I pulled the door, entering into the cheerful noisy atmosphere. I didn't create an awe of silence but I noticed a few heads turn. Searching for those sparkling green eyes, I found them staring start back at me. With my most graceful smile, I strolled towards him. He moved aside leaving me room to sit down. I received my usual greetings from around the table and started serving myself dinner. As everyone discussed about their own lives, I felt a slight brush against my hand. I looked to see Harry smile with charm oozing out of him.
Harry whispered, "You know looking this beautiful is very distracting." Mission complete.
"Good," I took a big bite from my dinner. I gave him a mischievous grin and he laughed out loud.
"What's so funny?" Ron asked while reaching for more yams.
"Nothing at all," I stated sweetly.
Being overly giddy from dinner we staggered into Hogsmeade, not caring if we looked ridiculous. We entered into Three Broomsticks, which was already packed with students. The room was brightly lit with red and green trimmings. There were candles burning, mistletoes hanging, and wreathes placed on the halls. Some students were laughing wildly at each other's antics, while others were caught up in all the excitement. After we sat down, there never was a quiet moment for the three of us. Though through all the mist of commotion, I felt Harry next to me.
By 9:30 the band was starting, and most of the younger students had returned to Hogwarts. The music was full of cheer and easily to dance too. Students began dancing to the beat and I watched them happily. I noticed many girls staring at my two friends, hoping to dance with them. They of course were oblivious of the fact. Even though I like to dance, I was content with just sharing my night with both of them. But if Harry asked for a dance, I wouldn't mind at all.
"Mione what do you think?" Ron waited for my answer. They were talking.
"I'm sorry. What did you ask?" I focused back to their conversation. Harry laughed at Ron's annoyed face while I smiled sheepishly.
"I said, do you think George has a chance with Alicia?" Ron said eagerly.
"If he stops staring at Ann," I muttered to myself. Luckily no one heard and I answered innocently. "Well it's hard to say Ron. But whomever he likes, I'm sure you'll meet her later. Besides Ron shouldn't you be thinking of something else? Look at all these girls staring at you two." I winked devilishly at their anxious faces.
"Don't remind me. I don't want to make a fool out of myself." Ron hit his forehead with remembrance. Harry shared the same feeling but chuckled at Ron's angst expression.
"At least we didn't come on a date with those two again." Harry pointed towards the Patil Twins. We all laughed and continued drinking our butterbeers. Then I heard that familiar voice, I had expected sooner or later.
"Hermione, would you like to dance?" Roger appeared behind me. Ron and Harry both stiffened from the sudden intrusion. Oh no, please don't start another argument.
"I thought you were here with Cho?" Ron quickly pointed out.
"We only came as friends," Roger directed at Ron. "What do you say?" He extended his hand towards me. I glanced to see a strained Ron and blank stare from Harry. Neither gave any sign of his invitation, so I decided that I did want to dance.
"All right," I carefully took his hand while he guided me on to the dance floor. The dark wooden area was fill with happy dancing couples and miscellaneous goofy students. Making our way through the crowd, we safely landed in the center of the dance floor. Roger properly placed one hand around my back while the other held my right hand. For a few minutes we twirled in silence when he finally broke the moment.
"You look wonderful tonight. I've been waiting to tell you since you walked into the Great Hall." Roger smiled charmingly with his eyes solely on me.
"Thank you," I moved my head back allowing my loosely curled hair to flow down my back.
"I'm glad you decided to come alone even if you didn't come with me." I came with Harry.
"Actually," before I continued I glanced back to see Harry and Ron laughing with several Hufflepuff girls. I paused at the scene. Did I actually come with Harry? The whole night was mainly spent with the company of others. He never directly acted like we were here together. Those girls are flirting so aggressively. Why is he not doing anything to stop it? Why didn't he ask me to dance?
"Hermione are you all right?" Roger gently squeezed my hand, redirecting my attention to him.
Shaking my head I focused back to Roger, "Yes I'm fine." He seemed unconvinced but he held back from asking. Well if Harry and Ron could have their fun, why shouldn't I? "So what are you doing this Christmas? I hear you are going to Spain." This set him off to chat lightly about his up coming vacation and kept me distracted from the obvious. We danced around the floor; occasionally exchanging partners with other friends and classmates. Frequently I would wonder back to see several girls giggle at big head 1 and big head 2's antics. For some unknown reason I had this pitiful feeling in my stomach. I felt it every time one of them would laugh or when some girl playfully hit them. The emotion was like an accordion squeezing back and forth. Except this music felt stabbing and stinging. I wanted it to be released but part of me knew I had no authority of that.
So I continued to dance with Roger, who seemed extra dashing tonight. The night went on, and soon many students retired to Hogwarts. Soon only older students and prefects were left in the tavern. Ginny, sadly, had to carry Ron, who once again had consumed too much butterbeer. Fellow Gryffindors mumbled laughs at the scene, but was staggering back as well. Roger had sweetly offered to wait for me to return to Hogwarts, but I declined, noticing his Ravenclaw friends eagerly wanting to collapse on their own beds. After final clean up arrangements, I saw only a few 7th year Prefects left in Hogsmeade. I wonder where Harry went? Waving my tired farewell to those left, I slowly strolled back to Hogwarts.
It was amazingly dark out, which seemed perfect with my mood. A crescent moon shined in the sky but was slightly shadowed by silver mists of clouds. I unclipped my hair, letting the full-length of it slide down, reaching my upper back. I felt a gust of cold wind blow by and I wrapped my dark red robe tighter around me. Rubbing my eyes from only the dim lights, I noticed gold glitter gleaming on my hand. I had absolutely forgotten about my makeup. Yes I had actually applied makeup. I sighed in defeat. Fat lot that did me. At least I caught his attention in the beginning of the night. Oh Nene, did you actually think Harry would pick you out of everyone else in the world? Wiping away a tear, I felt the lightness of my wrist. Where did my bracelet go? Panicking I glanced beside me hoping to see it. When I didn't find it, I quickly retraced my steps hoping for success.
After what felt like years, I found it underneath the wooden bench near the fountain. Picking it up, I realized I didn't walk by this bench earlier.
"I didn't know you were that mad at me to lose your bracelet." I slowly turned to see Harry holding six yellow roses.
"Well, I am," I sat down on the cold bench. He followed my action and sat besides me. "I thought you left already." I fiddled with my bracelet, looking down towards my lap.
"I couldn't leave without you." He gently offered the bouquet of roses. I twisted away from him and stared at the midnight sky. "Please don't ignore me. I could never handle that from you." He moved closer and I felt the petals brush against my robe. Subdued I took the roses and their fresh cut scent reached my nose. Raising them to my nostrils, I could feel the soft silk bloom against my skin. "So I am I forgiven?" Not yet
"Do you even know why I am mad?" I shortly said looking directly in to his bright emerald eyes.
"Because I didn't dance with you, stay with you, or even just be there with you," he listed off like it was a matter of fact. Hardly…
I rolled my eyes upward, "Those are only superficial matters. I am mad because you treat us so casually. I mean one second we are just friends, the next you're Mr. Charming." Feeling frustrated, I glanced back towards the roses.
"I know," he tried placing his hand over mine.
"No, you don't know." I flinched away from him warm touch. "Harry, it's confusing. I feel like it's not real. How do I act around us anymore? I don't know when you're just Harry or my Harry. I mean what if us is nothing? You could have any girl you want. Why not choose someone you could be openly affectionate with?" I sagged my shoulders and started to sniffle from the cold winter night. Instantly he wrapped his arms around me, and some how I still felt that familiar warmth.
"Don't say that. We are real. Us is more than something, it's everything." Harry forcefully said squeezing me harder. I let his words tumble in my mind, listening to the quietness instead. I could still hear our heartbeats echoing in the air, and thoughts began to swirl in my head. It's everything. Are we really? Slowly I placed the roses beside me and turned back, facing him. I searched in his eyes for doubt, anxiety, or even worry. But all I found was an unstable emotion that I had never seen before. What are you feeling? Before I could voice my thoughts, he crushed his lips on mine. All his thoughts and feelings were placed in this kiss. Unlike are other kisses this one was stronger, more pleading. He wanted to erase my doubt with just this kiss. And you know what, he succeed completely.
"I'm," I automatically placed my hand over Harry's mouth.
"Not now, not tonight. Let's just leave it for another day." I moved my hand caressing his cheek.
"I'm going to miss you Nene." Harry pulled me closer and we spent the night just resting in each other's embrace.
"Merry Christmas Hermione, we're going to miss you this year." Ginny gushed out, hugging me tightly.
"I'm going to miss all of you too," I glanced around the Common Room with the Weasleys and Harry left.
"Mione, remember not to open you gifts until Christmas," Ron ordered while giving me a crushing hug. I sadly said my farewells to everyone else and knowingly, was ready to leave.
"Say hello to your parents for me," I smiled at the thought of the whole Weasley clan in Hogwarts.
"We will," Charlie answered, noticing Ginny and Ron, who seemed too sad to reply. I waved my good-byes and Harry followed me out the room. We silently walked towards the train, lost in our own thoughts. After last night, we had shared little conversation this morning. I guess all the real thoughts were said last night. But I was wondering, what he was thinking? Will he miss me? What will be of us when I return? Oh, how I didn't want to leave us. He placed my trunk on the train, and we quietly stood, hardly watching the people broad the train. The cold air blew by us causing my loose hair to hit my face. He chuckled at my annoyed expression. I looked towards the sky only to see gray clouds hovering above us. What a gloomy day. I wonder if it is going to snow?
"What are you thinking about?" Harry asked with a puzzled expression at my sudden frown.
"I was just wondering if it would snow. Doesn't seem like Christmas if it didn't." I glanced back from the sky to see a sad look. "Are you okay?" I whispered out, not knowing why. He looks so distressed.
"I'm fine. I'm just going to miss you." He ran his hand through his untidy black hair.
"I'm going to miss you too. But you'll have the whole Weasley family with you. You will not be lonely." I reached up adjusting his Gryffindor scarf.
"It won't be the same without you though." He delicately took my left hand, revealing my bracelet. "I'm happy to see you are still wearing it."
"I would never think of taking it off." I reassured him, sensing his doubt from last night. Then I heard the whistle blow and I felt I still had million things to say. Yet it was crazy of me to think so, I mean it was only two weeks. Then why do you feel like its forever? "I better get on before the train leaves without me." I feebly smiled at my own joke.
"Yeah you wouldn't want to do that." He stepped closer towards me. "Have a wonderful Christmas with you parents. Tell them I say hello and wish the best." Harry still held my hand, tightening in his grip.
"I will. Be good, and have a great Christmas as well." I heard the fateful cry of the last whistle rushing me on broad. "Remember to say hi to all the Weasleys for me, even Percy. Also, I left everyone's gifts in my room, so could you pass them out for me?" We slowly reached the frame towards the entrance of the train.
"Don't worry." He forcefully answered. "Get on the train Nene, before it does leave." Harry easily pushed me in the train. As I heard the engine gear and wheels turn, I leaned out looking at Harry. He had a bittersweet smile plastered across his face. Oh I never thought he could look more handsome. With all the skill of a seeker, he placed a modest kiss on my lips. Shocked by his sudden movement, I didn't have time to respond. The train pushed onward and I didn't hear Harry shout something important to me. But, of course, I would hear him say that to me another day, another time.
Like my usual train rides without Ron or Harry, I sat with Neville, Dean, and Seamus. They were great champs but they just were not Ron or Harry. I moved around speaking with various groups of people like Susan or other Prefects. Some younger students approached me, but they could be a tad to clingy for long conversations. The ever so nice Roger was interesting, but he seemed to busy in a heated discussion with his friends for past time enjoyment. Of course there was the misfortune of Malfoy and his gang. Luckily for me, they were running away from Pansy and Millicent to bother me at all. Finally though I did reach the compartment I had tried to find all day. Lightly knocking I heard the muffled voice of acknowledgment. Sliding the door open, I entered into the room to find a girl my age with strawberry blonde hair. She slightly arched her back while reading her favorite book Hogwarts: A history. After I sat down, she looked up with her baby blue eyes and smiled at my presence. Her lips were lightly pink from lip-gloss and showed her perfect white teeth. If I had been a boy, I would have been drooling at her existence.
"Hello Hermione. Took you longer than usual. Caught up snogging our dear Headboy." She raised her eyebrow while looking extra smug at her comment.
"Hello Blaise, and no I wasn't snogging Roger. If you must know, your lovely roommates blocked up half the hallway." I spread across the seat not caring if I looked proper at the moment.
"Ah, were the two lovely Slytherin princesses trying to win their prince?" She asked with sarcasm dripping out of her voice.
"Yes," I turned my head away from the ceiling. "But enough about the prissy squad. I haven't seen you in two weeks. Tell me what are you doing this Christmas?" I smiled sitting up again.
Blaise gave a genuine laugh. "Well, you have been busy with Roger," I gave her an evil glare. "And I have been busy with doing the Slytherin's homework." I sighed in her complete ability to let people push her around and still seem uncaring. "Anyway, I'm spending it with father and his pleasant family." She briskly replied not at all pleased. "But who cares about that. So give me the dirt on up-tight Davis. Is he actually like that all the time or is he feisty fellow I assume him to be?" She managed to say all of this without even a wink or sign of amusement. Blaise could say the most blunt statement without blushing at her own comment.
"You're unbelievable." I shook my head leaning against the wall.
"That's why we're friends. I'm unbelievable and you're unpredictable."