A/N eeek, sorry all it's been a long time since I updated, 5 months to be exact. I'm not going to make excuses, (sprained knee, car stolen, first semester in college. All true BTW) I'm just going to get back to the story.
That Summer
Secrets, secrets are no fun…
Harry woke up to Hermione thrashing around, moaning. A sweat had broke out on her face and she looked flushed. He touched her arm to shake her awake and felt her skin hot. She must be sick, he thought as he shook her awake.
"Hermione? Wake up."
She startled, and flung herself up and looked around. Harry saw her look at herself with confusion, then look at him. He could see shock in her features and then, oddly her eyes clouded over and she bit her lip. Something about her looked startled him, not in a bad way, what startled him more was his reaction. He wanted her, more than normal and if he didn't say or do something right now, he wouldn't be able to help himself from taking her right then and there. However, she wasn't making it easy.
He cleared his throat, "Hermione, are you alright? You were dreaming.
She seemed to start again, a look of realization dawning on her face. With a whispered curse she jumped out of bed and ran from the room. Harry could hear the door of the guest room open and close sharply and he prayed it hadn't woke his relatives. With some confusion himself he stretched and looked at the clock. The clock showed 4:30. About two and a half hours before they would be up. He decided to go see what startled Hermione so much that she not only ran from his room, but she cursed as well.
When he reached her door he heard her mumbling to herself and things thrown across the room. He knocked softly and not hearing any answer opened the door cautiously and stepped in.
"Hermione, are you alright? You ran out so suddenly that I…"
She stepped back from him as he came forward. "Please," her voice was weak, resigned. "just stay away for a while ok? I'll explain everything later just, for now let's get ready. I need a shower and you need to pack."
Harry nodded silently, slightly hurt that she hadn't let him comfort her, just as she had comforted him earlier that night. He turned and with one more look at her, he left her room and closed the door.
About an hour later they were on their way. Neither Harry, nor Hermione said much as they packed her car. Harry left a note for his family telling them that he had left and would see him at the party in a few days and left it on the kitchen table. All the while stealing glances at Hermione. Her face was still flushed and she seemed to be antsy, like she had too much energy and had no way to spend it all. He wondered what was going on with her and resolved to ask her after they've been on the road for an hour, if she hadn't told him already by then.
About forty-five minutes later still no words were spoken between the two. Harry remembered a old rhyme that the kids at his primary school had spoken. He smiled and chuckled a little thinking of how appropriate it is for this moment. Hermione, who had been stealing glances at him throughout the drive, noticed his amusement and broke the silence.
"What's so funny?" Her voice startled him out of his reverie for a second but, noticing she had spoken exactly at the hour mark felt it was time to confront her.
"Just a old rhyme I thought of." Hermione nodded thinking that would be an alright subject to get onto. Safe and far away from what happened this morning.
"Share." Harry smiled. He had gotten her.
"Secrets, secrets, are no fun. Secrets, secrets, can hurt someone."
Hermione blanched. Harry got a serious look on his face.
"Hermione, tell me what's wrong. What happened this morning. One minute I'm waking you from a bad dream, the next you looked like your were going to jump on me, then you run from my room and ransack you're stuff. Please, you can trust me."
Hermione simply shook her head so violently that she veered off the road. Harry grabbed the wheel and turned it to straighten the car back to a series of honks and yells from the early morning drivers. He kept his hands on the wheel, his arms brushing hers lightly. Her skin was hot and her eyes got that glazed look in them once again, yet they stayed on the road. Harry took his hands off the wheel and placed a hand on her leg.
"Hermione, there's a diner up ahead. Let's get something to eat."
She simply nodded and turned into the driveway, found a parking space, and stopped the car. Once all was settled Harry took his hand off her leg. Hermione's hands were still on the steering wheel, eyes straight forward. Her knuckles were white and she seemed to be straining for control. Harry got out of the car, locked his door and walked to her side of the car. He opened the door and placed his hands on hers. She jumped and turned to him quickly. Harry's eyes held concern and something that was harder for her to read. He hunkered down so he was face to face with her.
"Hermione, please tell me what's wrong."
Hermione sighed once again and nodded. "Let's go into the diner and I'll tell you there."