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Sorry if it has been awhile. I have been busy with my dance company. My last show is June 7. I'm really sad that I'm retiring. So if my writing seems to take longer, I hope you understand. Anyway I think this chapter will satisfy the romantic readers out there. And if you don't like it, then I suck at writing fluff. But I do promise you will see action next chapter.
Thank you for all the comments and reviews. I reread a lot of them, which helped me think about where I was taking the rest of this story. Also a big thank you to my beta readers, Malu and Summer. Well here it is, and I hope you like it. Look forward to reading your comments and reviews. Enjoy!
The Middle of Understanding
Chapter 16
A Package Full of Fun
"Professor Snape, it wasn't Hermione's fault." Blaise quickly pleaded.
"Ms. Zabini, I was speaking with Ms. Granger. I will deal with other matters relating to you later on." He coolly replied to us. "From minds like you two, I am extremely disappointed to see the regardless of importance that you speak of in such a public place." He turned towards the door. "Follow me, before any other details could be heard to by any meddler." He ordered harshly walking away with large strides across the room.
"Yes sir," we lowered are heads from his gaze. With compliance, we quickly followed behind him. His wrath of cool words was worst than his harsh commands.
After several minutes, listening to his steps echoing in the hall, we reached a grand portrait hanging beneath the south staircase. The mystic scene of fairies was prancing in a misty meadow. With dark colors of blues and greens, the tiny figures shined in pastel pinks and purples. Contrasting against the midnight life was a lone star hovering in the sky.
"Lemon drop," Professor said with the portrait swinging open. Blaise and I cautiously followed, not knowing what was behind the scene. Inside I saw Harry and Ron training on mats with Professor Figgs, while the headmaster was discussing with Charlie. So this is where they train. Finally I get to see it for myself. I thought Terry said that it was fully of books as well. Maybe he was describing another room.
"What is she doing here?" Ron pointed at Blaise.
"When Ms. Granger started discussing about our information with her." Professor Snape went to explain what happen to the three adults.
"Hermione, why would you tell her about this?" Harry sighed sounding frustrated.
"Ms. Granger, do you have a responsible explanation for this?" Professor Dumbledore stepped away from the tiny circle. The room fell silent waiting for my reply. Why do I tell her things? You know why. It's the same as Harry and Ron tells you things.
"I trust her." I stared towards Harry and Ron. "Like you trust me," they casted their eyes away from mine.
"I see." Professor Dumbledore smiled. "That is a very good reason."
"Albus, Ms. Granger made a promise when joining this. I believe there should be more than an I see as your response."
"I agree with Professor Snape." Ron yelled out, not noticing everyone's shocked look. "I mean Mione, what in Merlin's name were you thinking? Do you know how stupid this is?"
"What if she told people? What if people get hurt because of this?" Harry interrupted, stepping towards me.
"Stop yelling at her!" Blaise screamed. "If you have a problem with me, then shout at me. Just because you're jealous of our friendship doesn't give you the right to yell at her judgment. From what she has told me, her instincts have saved both your lives plenty of times." She removed my hand from her arm. "So before you start spilling you male insecurities, you should let her speak before you cast stones." Even at this moment, I couldn't help but show a small smile. I was proud to have a friend like her, but sad that she only showed real emotion when she was defending me.
I placed my hand on her shoulder, feeling her body relax. "I admit, speaking in a public area was a lack of senses on my part. But I don't regret telling Blaise anything. She has been listening and helping me, since the beginning. She knows everything I do and has never told anyone. I understand that you may not trust her. Yet if you can trust me, you should be able to trust what I do. Blaise if my friend, and I trust her with things in my life."
"That still doesn't make it right, that you told her." Ron huffed. Annoyed I directed my attention to the Professors.
"Professor Dumbledore, you asked who I wanted to train with? Who I wanted to be my partner? Well I chose Blaise." I pulled Blaise by her sleeve. "So being my partner, I can tell her anything."
He cleared his throat focusing on Blaise. "Ms. Zabini, are you willing to join? Are you willing to risk your life and safety for our cause?" She looked around the room then smirked towards me.
With a quick wink, she pointed to Ron. "If Sparky can do it, so can I."
"We can start training next week." Charlie chuckled at the nickname.
"Well it's settled then. Harry, Ron do you have any more questions?" Professor Dumbledore cooed gently towards the angry boys.
"No," they mumbled incoherent words after their agreement.
"Professor, did Tom Riddle have any other relatives?" I remembered from my earlier discussion.
"Why do you ask?" Professor Figgs anxiously replied.
"In the poem, it mentioned blood and kin." Blaise said.
"If the muggles were related to them, then we at least now why they were taken." I added.
"I will look further into it." Professor Snape answered.
"Well it is getting late and near curfew. We will finish this another day Harry, Ron." The headmaster gestured towards the door.
"Hermione, Blaise, we should meet tomorrow to discuss about future training." Charlie slightly shoved me after Harry and Ron. Understanding his hidden meaning, we said our farewells. Blaise and I reached Harry and Ron who had only walked slowly around the corner. Silently we stood facing each other, pondering how to start the discussion.
"Before anything else happens between us, I think we need to get things settled first." Blaise broke the sheet of ice surrounding us.
"Oh and what may that be?" Ron sarcastically answered. Please don't get into another fight.
"I think both of you have walls of molt around your head. I really don't care if Draco fights with you. I think it's funny when Snape takes points away from you. I even agree with the school, when Dumbledore favors you. But because Hermione is my friend, I am going to respect you."
"That is the craziest thing I have ever heard. You don't like us, but you're going to respect us." Ron started pacing back and forth.
"It's not crazy. You should be happy. I never respect people." Ron stopped at the tone of seriousness in her voice.
"Fine, because I feel the same way." Harry coldly replied.
"I still think you are rude and overly cyclical."
"Well Sparky, the feeling is mutual." She smirked as Ron's flustered face.
"Stop calling me Sparky!"
"Blaise," I voiced in. "Let's call it a night. We can continuing this tomorrow."
"All right, goodnight Hermione, Harry." She turned back to Ron. "Night Sparky," Blasie walked away while Ron was still frustrated. We soon reached the Gryffindor Tower in an ire silence. Ron still being incredibly anger stumped up the stairs, probably plotting revenge. I turned to see Harry quietly sit in front of the fireplace. Many of the students noticed his sullen behavior, while planning to scatter away. Ginny gave me a quick pat before leaving with many of the students to their rooms. Cautiously I sat next to Harry, dreading what was to come.
"Are you really mad with me?" I nervously asked.
"No, not as much as I thought I would be." He said softly.
"So why do you still look like you're have a mental roller coaster."
"I'm more disappointed." He glanced up. "You chose her. What about me?"
"You chose Ron." I wrapped my arms tighter around me knees.
"He has been with me since the beginning."
"So was I. I have been with you every second." I stood, stepping closer towards the fire. "She has been by my side since the beginning too. Harry, how could I choose you? You already had Ron. You chose him over me."
"Nene, I had too. He can defend himself." He reached for my arms. What am I! Weak and defenseless!
"Harry, I am not helpless!" I pulled away from him.
"But your family is!" He hollered. Then the realization of why he would chose Ron hit me like a speeding bludger. We stared at each other, revealing another secret ripped out from our past experiences. How many more things are you not telling me? How many more secrets and misunderstandings do we have from one another? Are we ever going to truly understand each other? Whenever I think I do, I just realize I am only in the middle of it. I'm too far from the beginning and not deep enough at the end. Am I only in the middle of understanding you?
"No one deserves to have their parents torn away from them." Harry whispered. "I have lived my life with out any. I only have longings and dreams to keep me company." He gazed up, staring into my eyes. "But Nene, you actually have it, and to lose them would be worst then not having them in the first place. I don't want them to be hurt because of me. I want you to have everything, I couldn't." On impulse, I crashed into him. With my arms engulfing his waist, he sighed at our contact. I nuzzled my head closer into his shirt, wondering how I could love him more. Wait did I just say love? I…love…Harry. I am in love with Harry Potter.
"Harry I…"I arched up to see his face. My words halted at seeing his dark sparkling eyes. His smile was gone, only showing a face of seriousness. The look of a teenage boy was covered with responsibilities, worries, and doubts of a fighting hero. He had face death 3 times over. He had seen things many did not even dream about. "Harry I wish I could take it all away." For all the things Harry had faced, love was still not his challenger. "Though deep down, I know you wouldn't want me too. Harry, I do know the risks. And surprisingly so do my parents. I would never blame you, if anything was to happen." I reach to touch his showing scar. "As for choosing Blaise, you need to understand why. If we were to be partners, our emotions would block rational thinking. She knows me the best logically and as Ron to you. Ron is your partner because you don't feel like you need to protect him. I chose Blaise because I don't feel the need to explain each decision I make."
He finally smiled for the first time in days. "How does our arguments always end up with logically explanations?" His finger trailed along my jaw.
"Well it's your fault for choosing me as a girlfriend." I playfully teased.
"You're right." He joked back then his tone turned gently. "I'm sorry. I don't like her but I could understand why you chose her."
"I honestly wanted a better way to tell you. But at least its out in the open now." I brushed my lips against his cheek. "Harry, you came to my house this summer to protect us, didn't you?"
"Yes, I was deciding on who to chose as a partner. Sirius suggested I visit one to see whom. Then I saw your family life."
"So you decided to pick Ron." I ended for him. "Harry will you ever get over the idea of protecting me?"
"Will you ever stop worrying about me?" I shook my head. "Nene, it's late and I don't think I can function properly with words. Could we discuss this another day?"
"I guess," I wanted to spend time with him.
"Good," Harry then scooped me into his arms.
"Harry what are you doing?" I chuckled at his odd behavior.
"I haven't cuddled with you in days. I am not wasting this time by talking." Harry placed me on the soft red couch.
"Got a better idea Mr. Potter." I mockingly glared.
"Plenty Ms. Granger," he smirked with devilish ideas.
Dear Dad,
How is everything at home? Is Dante still crying at night? Does mom get enough rest? Do you get enough either? Who was worst, Dante or I? Anyway I love the pictures you sent me. I passed them around to my classmates as well. They said I have a great family. I must say I absolutely agree. Harry is doing well. I believe he is writing to you also. What are you two up too? I have a funny feeling something is going on. Back to subject, I think your idea about the roses is fantastic. But since mom is a neat freak, I'm not sure if she will appreciate the roses covering her kitchen floor. Why don't you just send her bouquets? I mean the amount you will spend, is about 5 dozen any way. Though your idea is much more romantic.
I finally finished the details with the other Prefects for the Valentine's Day dance. Thanks for the tip about the quills. I broke fifteen of them, but at least Malfoy's face is still in tack. I still don't believe they would pair me with him. I think Roger and Angelina were to busy with their other half to notice, which name was paired with which on the list. Yet through all the teeth clenching and name calling, we pulled through beverages and treats. I am impressed with one thing about Malfoy. He certainly does now how to wine and dine. It's in 3 days though. I mean this year has gone by so fast for me. Ron is still looking for a date. After much pestering from his family, he decided to find one. He mainly wants to prove them wrong. I assume Harry and I will go to the dance. I mean we are a couple. It does count, when they don't ask you right? Most of the girls in the school think he asked in a very romantic way. I didn't have the heart to tell them no. Well I have to go and continue to study. I love you, always will and never half way. Write back soon, to your favorite top student and loving daughter.
Sunshine
"I have a date!" Ron came running towards Harry and I. Many students glared at the noise he was making in the studious library.
"Good for you," I said behind my book.
"Who is the lucky girl?" Harry replied with more enthusiasm.
"Hannah Abbot," he smiled smugly. "The cutest blonde in our school asked me to the dance."
"After me of course. Though I wouldn't touch you with a ten foot pole." Blaise suddenly appeared behind us.
"Sweet Merlin!" We jumped at Ron's outburst. "Don't you Slytherins make noise when you walk?"
"Do you Gryffindors have to shout whenever you ask a question?" She leaned against the bookcase.
"I had about enough of your remarks Snappy?" He bellowed towards her.
"Why that is original. Did Hermione give it to you?"
"Just because you're a girl, doesn't mean I am not going to hurt you." He advanced forward.
"I would like to see you try." They stood glaring at each other. If only their stares to start fire. I wonder if they could melt ice place between them.
"Blaise is there a reason why you're here, or is it just to annoy Ron?" Harry interrupted the blazing lock.
"So you are the smart one, when Hermione is busy." Harry stopped Ron from struggling Blaise, while I just watched shaking my head back and forth. Since my decision, Blaise usually appeared before us forming a new group of four. Well this caused extra friction for Ron, who was easily riled up from her. He even argued worst with her then me. "Anyway Professor Weasley wanted you to practice with me today." She focused on Harry.
"Oh, all right." Harry stood reluctantly to pack his things.
"Blaise, I just received the new edition of Hogwarts: A History. I'll lend it to you when I am done."
"Thanks Hermione," she turned to walk away. "Bye Sparky!"
"Ron let it go," Harry throw his hand up. Ron flopped on to the chair frustrated at not having the last word. "Are you patrolling later?" He bent down to face me.
"Yes, but only till 10:30 or so." I leaned in for a kiss.
"Okay, see you later." Harry walked away with a smiling expression. Still in my happy world, I let Ron fester on his own. After what seem to be hours, his repressed feelings exploded again.
"I wish I had a sock every time she opens her mouth."
"Funny, she said the same thing." I muttered to myself. Yet it was ignored as Ron continued on with his rants about our unofficial new member.
"Have you asked her yet?"
"What are you talking about Zabini?"
"Potter, she may be your girlfriend but she is still a girl."
"What?"
"Have you ask her to the dance?"
"Why would I need too?"
"So just because you are dating, you are not actually going to take the courteous to ask!"
"Hermione and I have a great understanding with each other. We don't need to say everything."
"You git! She is a fifteen-year-old girl. What teenager doesn't dream of the romantic way someone ask them to a dance."
"Did she say something to you?"
"Hermione and I have a great understanding with each other. I can see what she is feeling by looking at her face."
"Oh"
"Don't oh. Just fix it."
Almost 10:30! Well I have checked the North and East Tower, the dungeons, and the second level classrooms. Is there anything else I have missed? No, I think not.
Ding Dong
Yes, I am finished. Ron would have a heart attack to hear me excited about not working. Of course no one else knows what I am thinking.
"Hermione," I turned to see Susan running in her Hufflepuff uniform. "Do you have time to spare?" She huffed, in her cheery expression. I glanced to my watch. Well I think Harry could wait a little longer.
"What did you want to talk about?" We started walking down the stairs.
"It's about the Valentine's Dance." She paused on the last step. "I know it's not my place to say, but I think Ron deserves to know. I don't want to see him get hurt."
"What do you mean?" My eyes widen in worry.
"Hannah is only going with Ron, to make Anthony Goldstein jealous." She rapidly rushed out. "I really hope Ron, doesn't get his feelings hurt by this."
"Oh," I murmured. "Um…thank you for saying something. But shouldn't you be saying this to Ron."
"Well I think Ron has certain ideas of Hannah. Also you're the only person I could tell. Harry is still very mysterious to me. Besides you are his best friend. He trusts you and you know better ways of telling him the truth." Susan shifted her weight to the left leg.
"Okay, I will talk to him." I reached to pat her shoulder. "Thank you for telling me. I know how Hannah is your friend too."
"Yes, but she shouldn't be playing with people's emotions. I mean Ron doesn't deserve that."
Later I entered into the Common Room to see it completely empty. I wonder where everyone is? Glancing around the room, I saw a single pink orchard on the coffee table. I walked over and reached for the beautiful flower. The exotic aroma filled my nostrils while its soft petal brushed my skin. Attached to it was a small note.
Close your eyes.
Harry, what are you up too? Following the instructions, I closed my eyes only to sense the warm fire crackling. Then I felt an arm wrap around my waist, pulling me backwards.
"Do you like it?" Harry blew into my ear.
"Its beautiful." I twirled the orchard in my hand.
"Just like its owner." Harry spun me around to face him. "I like this." Harry you are too much.
"What is it?" I asked running my fingers along the back of his neck. "You are being way to sweet for nothing."
"Do I need reasons to hold my girlfriend or give her gifts?" He started to move me in circles. "All right there is a reason." We stopped dancing when he dipped my body.
"Harry, what are you doing?" I giggled at our position.
"Practicing," he returned me to a standing posture.
"For what?"
"The dance," he tugged me closer. "Do I have the honor of doing this with you on February 14?"
"I thought you knew." I couldn't help but show a smile.
"Sometimes it is good to hear reassurance." He cupped my chin with his smooth hand.
"Do I?"
"Yes," I whispered. "I would follow you anywhere."
The day of love and romance was finally here and I was spending it in the Hospital Wing. I was finally dueling with Professor Figgs so why did I have to break my arm today. I mean I only have 3 hours before the dance. I hope I have enough time to get ready.
"Hermione, are you all right?" Professor Figgs asked, while applying pressure on her bleeding shoulder.
"Oh, I am fine. I should be the one asking you that question." I answered filled with remorse.
"I have been through worst." She smiled. "You should be proud of yourself. We haven't been training that long but you all ready caught up with many of the other kids."
"Thank you," I smiled meekly. "But I am still sorry about the wound."
"It's fine dear." She laughed heartily. "Though I must say, your trapping charm was amazing. Have you used it a lot in the past?" Oh no, what should I say? Luckily Ginny appeared allowing me not to answer the question.
"You sure did a number on yourself." She took my arm gently. "Are you trying to complicate my nerves today?" Ginny teased playfully.
"Well, I thought they already were since Neville openly gave you those daisies this morning. It was very sweet of him to do so in the Great Hall." I slightly winced from the pain.
"Becareful Hermione, I could pull a Lockhart. Then I would like to see how you will dance with Harry tonight." She grinned fixing my arm.
"When did you get so witty?" I smiled slowly moving my arm around.
"Surprisingly hanging around with Blaise. We have a great time talking." I glanced over towards Professor Figgs, who was still holding her shoulder.
"Ginny, why don't you go help Professor Figgs?" Her face paled at my question.
"Oh, well it's deeper than what I can handle. Besides we need to leave to prepare for tonight." Ginny swiftly headed towards the door. That was odd. I know she has done worst with Harry and Ron.
Three hours later, I was pacing frantically in Blaise's hidden room. I was worried. What if Harry doesn't want to go with me suddenly? What if I trip and fall? What if I spill juice all over myself? What if everyone thinks I look ridiculous?
"Will you stop with the what if inside your head? Ginny and I are going cross eyed looking at you." Blaise comment lazily on her bed. Ginny giggled at my flustered expressions. Finally I sat down with a sigh.
"Why am I the only one worried here?"
"Because I really don't care about my date, and G has Neville wrapped around her finger." Blaise causally blew on her fingernails. When did she and Ginny become so friendly?
"Besides we are not going with the boy-who-lived." Ginny quickly added. Note to self, Ginny and Blaise need to be separated.
"Cheer up M, it will be fine. You are getting yourself worked up for nothing." Blaise stood and walked towards the mirror. "We should go. I want everyone to be awed by us."
"Easy for you to say. You look like a Greek Goddess." I muttered next to her.
"And you're the enchanting gypsy." She smiled towards Ginny too. "We look like Charlie's Angels."
"My brother doesn't have angels." Ginny asked very confused.
"It's a muggle thing." I glanced at our reflection in the mirror. Ginny had daringly worn a long dark orange dress. It had sheer tan sleeves with a matching sash around her waist. Her usual straight hair was in tight ringlets behind her back. Her brothers are definitely going to lock her in the house someday. But boys will probably still be knocking on their door.
On my left, Blaise was clasping on her bright red choker. Her normal attire of darker colors was left in the closet tonight. Instead she chose a beautiful sunlight yellow dress, which had a flowing effect along her neckline. It only reached her knees, showing off her unconventional saddles. Around her hips, was a silk red belt, matching with the red ribbons in her hair. I started laughing as she smoothed her dress down.
"What is so funny?"
"You do know that you are wearing Gryffindor colors." Ginny and I chuckled as she started to notice the combination.
"Oh well, I still look good wearing it." Blaise turned towards the door. "I better go first. I'll meet you two down there." I nodded slowly catching one last look at myself.
My bushy hair was held in a high ponytail showing off my neck and shoulders. I was wearing a black peasant top with dark red trims. My skirt ruffled down in dark red with black rose prints. I started feeling self-conscious again. Do I look bad?
"Hermione, are you coming?" Ginny turned at the door.
"Yes," come Granger you can do it.
"Where are they?" I heard Ron behind the corner.
"I'm sure they will be here soon." Neville tried reassuring him.
"Don't worry. I mean its Hermione. She is never late." Oh Harry, I hope you like this.
Finally I saw him, and my heart skipped a beat. He had on what looked to be an expansive button up suit with a satin red tie. His hair was still messy but it looked slightly gelled. I caught his eyes and they seem to be shining. Harry, how do you make my legs weak every time?
"Mione, you look hot!" Ron hooted besides Harry.
"Watch it Weasley. She's all mine." Harry pulled me closer towards him.
"I know but she still looks hot." He playfully teased back.
"I'm still here!" I shoved Ron's shoulder.
"Yeah, but its still great to know I can make you blush. Dear Merlin Gin, where did you get that dress?" Ron bellowed. "Neville, I have my eyes on you tonight." He tightened his grip on the poor boy's shoulder.
"Ron, stop it." Ginny pulled her date towards the Great Hall. "We will see you all inside. And thanks Ronniekins, I know I look good." She smirked, laughing at something Neville had whispered to her.
"If he tries anything on my little sister, I swear I will do awful things." Ron ranted as the disappeared behind the door. Yet I completely ignored him, because I only felt Harry's arms tightly around me. <Cough> "Well, I know when I should leave. I will be inside with the great Hannah. I'm positive she will have fun tonight." Ron smiled wickedly, leaving us alone.
I arched my head almost about to speak when Harry captured my lips. We stood silently in each other's embrace with a new sensation of intensity. Was that passion? No, it feels more than just that. Was it love? Do you love me Harry? Finally we broke apart, needing the air to fill our lungs.
"Every time I kiss you, I feel a tingling chill all over my body. The way you move your lips against mine makes it feel like an addiction. Or how you run your hands through my hair, always smoothing my worries. Even the way you flutter your eyes, just before we actually kiss. Kissing you is magic, that doesn't need to be taught." Harry gently cupped my chin. "Nene, I'm going crazy for you. I am not sure how I feel about you anymore. It goes beyond the friendship or relationship we share. I just know that I need you here, so I can always feel you by my side." And that was it folks. I knew at the exact moment, that I loved Harry Potter. Sure I said it before. I had thoughts about being in love with him too. But at that one fragment in time, with his unyielding green eyes shooting into mine, I knew. No matter how young I was, no matter how much we could change, no matter about our unknown fate, I love Harry. I would always love this boy, who took a piece of my heart.
"Harry I lo…"
"Hi Harry, Hermione!" Colin interrupted suddenly.
"Hi Colin," Harry groaned towards him. "Come on Hermione, we should go in." He quickly dragged me away from the overly excited boy. "I want everyone to know what a great date I have."
"Only if you promise to dance with me again." I winked playfully towards him.
"Like I said, when it comes to beautiful women, I could never resist a request." We glided into the Great Hall, which was decorated in an array of hearts and cupids. The ceiling was fully lite with floating pink and white candles. This is nice.
We spent the rest of the night enjoying life like normal teenagers. Ron would accidentally step on Hannah's toes every time Anthony looked towards her direction. Lesson 1 in the wizard world; never make a Weasley mad. By the first hour past, Ginny and Neville were officially Hogwarts newest couple. And the twins pulled off another amazing prank involving Charlie and a bright pink suit. While the commotion surrounded us, Harry and I existed in our own world apart from everyone. I don't think we spent a minute without looking or not touching each other. I believe this night couldn't get any better. Like my life, it was still unpredictable.
As the dance was ending, Harry asked if I wanted to stroll around the lake. Nodding at the idea of fresh air, we slowly made our way to our destination. The stars seemed to be twinkling in an uneven melody while the cresten moon drifted in the air. We circled the lake twice, before settling down on the early spring grass. Peacefully we watched the quiet water ripple by the wind, each deep in our own thoughts. I snuggled my back closer into Harry's body, thinking about the blissful night. Then I felt Harry's hands fidget in anxiety.
"Harry, what is it?" Please don't tell me it has to do with Voldemort. Could there be a moment without him in our lives?
"I have something for you." He slipped a narrow box out of his sleeve. Curiously I opened the mysterious item to reveal a plain old bone. "I know you're wondering why I would give you that. It's simple actually. I am giving you my bone." Harry moved to face me directly. What in Merlin's name are you doing?
"Harry, what is this?" I asked in bewilderment.
"Your dad has been sending me books about God and stories relating to God." So that's what they have been up too. "I clearly remember one story about Adam and how God created him to watch over his kingdom. Yet he was alone in the perfect garden. So God took a piece of his bone, and created Eve." Harry clasped his hands over mine. "You are a piece of me Nene. I was lonely before I met you. I knew nothing about care until you showed me. I can handle anything with you by my side. You are apart of me. And I want to be apart of you also. I want you to have this bone, so we will always have a piece of each other." I started crying uncontrollably, and threw my arms around his neck. This weird, uncommon, unique gift was amazingly the most romantic thing I have ever received. Only Harry could make a bone seem like a diamond ring. And what made me happiest, was that I was the only one who would ever get this gift from him.
"Harry I love you." I stared deep into his eyes. "I don't care if you are ready for it. I don't care if you can not handle it. I just want you to know that I love you. So even if there were no gifts, kisses, or tender words, I will still love you because you're my Harry."
He slowly cleared his throat. "I have never known what love meant. Sometimes I still wonder if I do. But Nene, I know that you could teach me what love means."
"Interesting, is it true?"
"My son heard it himself my lord.
"Well then, I should meet this person."
"I will arrange it myself sir."
"No, I will have someone else handle it. Have you finished your other task?"
"I have."
"Exactly. They shall finally see how powerful I am."