Hermione - I am so sorry. I went to reply to your review but I accidentally deleted it. I swear I didn't mean to, I am so very sorry. So here you go this chapter is up to show you how sorry I am.
Okay I know this is short but I really wanted the whole Dumbls chapter to be by itself, (which means next chap will be long - bout 6 pages long.)
Once again please please please reiew as I love reviews (they make me want to post, hehe)
This chapter is for Hermione to show how sorry I am.
Chapter 3 - An End to the Waiting
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Once again Harry and Hermione were sitting by the fire, Buckbeak resting at their feet. As a change they were talking adamantly about the upcoming year or, more to the point, Hermione was trying to talk Harry into dropping Divination and taking up Arithmancy.
"Come on Harry, you know that old bat is a fraud." Hermione stated for the thousandth time.
"I know, but it's easy and I've got so much on this year." Harry argued.
Hermione wasn't about to be defeated, "You have not. I'm doing twice as many subjects as you and you'll be in my class so I can help you. I promise I will."
Harry stared into her eyes as once again fire consumed them and a harsh breeze began to pick up, "Okay if I say I'll think about it will you leave me alone?" he questioned.
Slowly the wind died down as Hermione considered this option, "Maybe," she pouted, as she looked into his emerald eyes, consumed in their depths.
Harry felt his body stiffen as an uncontrollable urge to kiss her overcame him. She was just sitting there with the light of the fire dancing on her skin, her hair moving with unseen breezes, her hazel eyes boring into his soul. Harry was suddenly hit with how beautiful she really was. No matter what she reckoned, he had noticed that she was a girl the very first time he had laid eyes on her. Although she chose to hide it, believing that a guy should like a girl for herself not her looks. He knew she was beautiful beyond imagination, though she hid it well, being too consumed in her work to care about petty things such as nail polish and such.
Leaning forward in his seat slightly he studied his prize intently. Painstakingly slow, the distance between them
closed as he neared his goal. Just when Harry was about to
intercept Hermione in a searing kiss, he heard a door handle creak and flung himself as far into his seat as humanly
possible just in time to see a tall redhead walk in the door.
"Dumbledore's here," Ron mumbled, his passive voice giving off no hint that
he was in the slightest bit aware of what he had interrupted, "He's in the
study. He'd like to see the both of you."
"Thanks." Hermione greeted him, her voice only slightly betraying her excitement, as Harry just nodded. For some reason Ron had seemed distant over the last few days.
Ron however gave a slight nod of his head before walking out the room, just catching the sight of Harry and Hermione embrace each other. It was then that he realised that no matter what he wanted he always would be second to his best friend.
As Harry pulled away from Hermione he realized that he had lost his chance so instead he placed a friendly kiss on her forehead and pulled her from the room and headed down to the study, "Come on!" he whispered urgently, "He's here!"
As much as Harry wanted to convince himself he was excited because he was finally getting answers a small part of him couldn't let go of the kiss that he and Hermione nearly shared, and he wasn't sure he wanted to.
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