AN: I'm sorry guys nothing too exciting happens in this chapter, just a bunch of lovey dovey stuff, I promise it will get better. Oh and a HUGE thanks for everyone who likes my fic so far, its my first attempt!
Chapter Seven: The Infirmary
(Hermione)
I had spent the entire night by his bed holding his hand before Ron showed up the next morning to relieve me. Now trust me I didn't want to leave Harry's side but Ron would have none of that.
"Hermione, please go do us all a favor and shower and brush your hair!" Ron said adding some of his usual humor. I rolled my eyes and proceeded to stand up.
"While I'm away, why don't you practice that whole not being such a bloody prat thing we talked about, eh Ron?" I chided and took my leave.
Leaving Harry was beginning to become the hardest thing lately. I constantly wanted to be near him, smelling him, touching him, just being with him. I was going to have to watch myself around him, if I wasn't careful then I was going to fall extremely hard for him.
What happened last night had me slightly worried. Harry hadn't had a "spell" concerning his scar in a few months, so having this happen was a bit of a shock. Especially since he had seen his parents. Was Voldemort playing tricks on his mind again? Making him see his parents? What use was that going to be to him, they were already gone. Thinking about this was making my head hurt, this was definitely something Harry and I were going to have to talk to Dumbledore about.
Speaking of Dumbledore, where was he at breakfast yesterday? And he hadn't come into the infirmary all last night of today to even visit Harry. The disappearance of Dumbledore bothered me even more as I made my way to the prefect's bathroom.
I took my time choosing my favorite scented bubble bath and letting the water fill up. Then I stripped off my clothes and stepped into the bath feeling the warmth cover me like a blanket on a chilly winter day.
I could feel the previous twenty-four hours melt away from my body as the aromatherapy from my bubble bath took over. I didn't want to think of anything that had to do with Voldemort or Dumbledore and Snapes disappearances. I just wanted to think about Harry. I was falling for him. Well that was easy enough to admit to myself, but what would he think about it? He most likely wouldn't be so thrilled about it. He was always very careful not to include Ron and I in most things going on in his life because of the constant threat of Voldemort. Well Mr. Harry Potter, I'm sorry to say but you don't have a say in the way I feel about you.
(Harry)
I cracked my eyes open and saw a flash of red lean down below my bed, then I felt my bed jolt as that flash of red crashed into the side of my bed.
"Owww…" I heard Ron whining.
I snickered a little bit as Ron, wincing, brought his head back above my bed.
"You didn't have to laugh, Harry!'"
His complaining just made me laugh even more. He was rubbing his head gingerly, and mumbling something about how he would rather be out with Luna right now. I ignored his comment.
"So Ron, where's Hermione?" I asked him, knowing he would know where she was. To tell the truth I was kind of upset that she wasn't the first person I saw when I woke up.
"She was here all night, I made her leave to go freshen up a bit." Ron said while he proceeded to bite his cuticles. "So…" I could tell he was nervous about something. "…What happened yesterday anyway?"
I had been wondering the same thing. I didn't remember much. I recall Snape not showing for class…Hermione and I walking down the unlit hallway…then my scar started hurting, and I saw my mum and dad, and Sirius.
"Your fate is upon you, take heed."
My dads voice echoed in my head as I told Ron everything I remembered. His normally pale complexion got paler by the minute.
"What do you s'pose that means? Your fate is upon you thing?"
I shrugged my shoulders, unable to give him the answer he sought. I had the biggest urge to just lay my head back and drift back to sleep when I heard the door to the infirmary open and the shut softly. Quick footsteps padded along the linoleum and ended abruptly at my bedside. I cracked open one eye to see Hermione smiling down at me.
"Hello there stranger." I said with a slight grin on my face. Just the smile plastered on my face was enough to sustain me through six lifetimes. Her beautiful hair billowing around her almost like a halo, of course it was, she was an angel, my angel.
I could sense Rons growing discomfort at being around two "lovebirds" so he quickly took his leave. Again be mumbled something about seeing to Luna, then exited the room.
Hermiones hand swiftly found mine and grasped it tightly.
"I was so afraid something terrible was happening to you." She began. Quickly I lifted my fingers up to her mouth and placed them on her lips, they were so soft.
"I've only just woken, can we not talk about my scar hurting or Voldemort 'till I'm nearly one hundred percent please love?"
Shock registered on her face at the pet name I had just used. I had never referred to anyone as 'love' before. I mentally slapped myself across the face, great she was probably freaked out now. Then surprising me, she leaned her body down and craned her head towards mine, and lightly pressed her lips to mine. If my eyes had not been open I could've sworn it was the wind playing across my lips, but there she was directly in front of me. Voldemort and the pain of my scar millions of kilometers away, all that mattered was Hermione. I could fee her eyelashes flutter against my cheek as she ended the kiss and pulled away to look at me.
"You get some sleep right now, tomorrow…" She took a breath. "…You're all mine."