Rating: PG13
Genres: Romance, Action & Adventure
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 5
Published: 12/12/2004
Last Updated: 09/01/2005
Status: In Progress
Harry is beginning his sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Voldemort is back in full power and the wizarding community knows about it. After hearing the prophecy in his fifth year, Harry now has to face a year knowing that it is kill or be killed. After the death of his godfather, Harry is in a state of depression and shock. Will his friends be able to pull him out in time and is he really the one in immediate danger? Is one of his friends more important to him now than he has ever noticed before, and is Harry the only one who see's this? Will Voldemort attack him while he is at school and what exactly is the portal of darkness? Does it have anything to do with the veil in the department of Mysteries in the Ministry of Magic?
Disclaimer: I am not J.K Rowling, nor anyone from scholastic or the other companies. I am only
borrowing her characters for my own benefit.
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The dawn outside number 4 Privet Drive was just beginning to show. The entire neighborhood was
quiet, which was to be expected in a normal area. The only problem was, that this normal
neighborhood held a secret, a secret that most of the inhabitants of Privet Drive didn't know
about.
Vernon and Petunia Dursley were what appeared to be, a model family. A successful business man in
Grunnings Drill company, Vernon Dursley was a big beefy man who kept a spotless lawn, Petunia, a
tall, skinny woman, with dirty blonde hair, and a long neck, which she used to spy on the
neighbors, had a son Dudley, or Dinkyduddums, he would knock you out if you said that around his
friends. It was in this house where the secret was hidden, a boy named Harry Potter.
To those who didn't know him he was a normal 16 year old boy, only a little on the scrawny
side. Those who did know him knew of his secret, he was a wizard, a powerful wizard, one who
wasn't even normal in the wizarding world. Harry had just completed his fifth year at Hogwarts
school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, this was also his fifth time he met up with the dark wizard,
Lord Voldemort. It was because of Lord Voldemort that Harry lived with his aunt and uncle. When he
had only been a year old, Voldemort attacked his parents and murdered them, only then to turn his
wand on Harry. It was Lily, Harry's mother, who saved him. Her willing sacrifice of life to
save Harry protected him with an ancient magic that caused Voldemort's spell to backfire onto
himself. He fled, only a ghost of what he had been.
Harry had encountered Voldemort four times since he began at Hogwarts, and in his fourth year he
witnessed him returning to full strength. He had went an entire year with no one believing that
Voldemort was alive, the entire wizarding community turned their backs on him, calling him a liar.
Only last June Harry had met Voldemort in the Ministry of Magic, where he witnessed Bellatrix
Lestrange murdering his godfather, Dumbledore and the other members of the Order had came to his
aid but Voldemort fled, only not before members have the ministry had seen him.
Now, the boy Harry Potter lay in bed watching the sun rise over the roofs in Privet Drive. He had
stopped sleeping because he had been having nightmares almost every night, every one of them
showing his godfather falling through the veil of mysteries in the department of mysteries. Harry
blamed himself for his godfather's death, but not completely, he also blamed Professor
Dumbledore.
Dark circles were gathered under his intense green eyes as he fought off the drooping of his
eyelids. He couldn't watch Sirius fall through the veil again, it was far to painful. He heard
his uncle Vernon give a large grunt and heard a bed squeak, this meant that he was getting up to go
to work. Harry didn't want to face his uncle so he jumped out of bed, dressed quickly and
sprinted out of the front door before anyone could stop him.
He walked down the damp sidewalk of Privet drive and watched as his neighbors gathered their
morning papers in their dressing gowns and even went outside to turn on their sprinklers. He walked
around the neighborhood and stopped at the broken down playground that his cousin Dudley, and his
gang had destroyed the year before.
This was how Harry spent his days, walking an thinking, he even searched in garbage bins for old
newspapers that would give any sign of what Voldemort was up to. He felt like he held the world on
his shoulders, and in a way he did. Only a month before he had been informed of the prophecy that
was made before he was born.
The one with the power to vanquish the dark lord approaches... Born to those
who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies...And the Dark Lord
will mark him as his equal, But he will have power that the Dark Lord knows not....
And either must die at the hand of the other, for neither can live while the other
survives...The one with the power to vanquish that Dark Lord will be born
as the seventh month dies....
Harry could still see his bug eyed professor revolving around Professor Dumbledore's office as
she spoke. He had learned that day that he either had to kill or be killed, the law of the jungle.
His thoughts took him to the pile of letters that lay unopened on his desk in his room. All of them
had been from his best friends Ron and Hermione, whom had risked their lives along side him in the
department of mysteries. He just didn't have the nerve to write them back, lying to them and
telling them that he was fine. The truth was he felt like he was falling apart. No one knew of the
prophecy except him, Professor Dumbledore and Professor Trelawney, he hadn't told Ron and
Hermione about it yet.
Harry's stomach gave a large growl, he had completely forgotten about eating, something that
hadn't been a top priority to him lately. He realized he had been walking for a few hours and
it was around noon. As he neared his house he saw the bushes in his front lawn tremble, as if
someone had just walked through them. Harry's hand instinctively reached for his wand in his
back pocket, he pulled it out and pointed it at the bush, a voice came from no where.
“Harry, don't you think you have been threatened with expulsion enough times to know not to do
magic outside of school.”
Harry knew that voice. “Remus?” he managed to croak out.
In the very spot where the bushes had moved, Remus Lupin materialized out of thin air. “All right
Harry?” He asked him.
“All right,” he lied. “What are you doing here?”
“Keeping an eye on you of course. Only today I am taking you back home, so why don't you run
inside and grab your things. I already have a portkey set up, thanks to Professor Dumbledore.”
Remus Lupin smiled at him as Harry bolted through the front doors and up to his bedroom.
He hadn't even bothered unpacking after he returned home from school the previous term, he knew
they would be taking him away soon enough. His school books that had been thrown all over the floor
were eventually packed tight inside his rather large trunk. Harry grabbed his trunk and his most
prized possession, his firebolt, a gift from Sirius, and he started down the stairs. Remus stood at
the bottom talking calmly to his aunt Petunia. Harry heard him tell her something about him
returning the next summer, Harry hoped to god he didn't have to, after he muttered a struggled
“see you” he walked out the front door. Remus stepped out behind him and showed him an old
boot.
“Harry this is the portkey, we've got about .........30 seconds. Right then, now just touch it
and we will be off.”
It only took a couple of seconds but right after Harry touched the old boot he felt the familiar
tug behind his navel and soon felt his feet hit solid ground. Immediately his vision was blocked by
a bunch of bushy brown hair, which he recognized as his friend Hermione's. After squeezing him
to death for a moment she backed away. Then Harry spotted his tall gangly friend Ron Weasley, who
seemed to have grown a few more inches over the summer. He was now at least a full four inches
taller than Harry. Ron held his hand out to Harry.
“All right there mate?” Harry grabbed his hand and gave a weak smile. He barely smiled anymore,
nothing seemed to want to make the corner of his jaws twitch in that way. Out of the corner of his
eye his saw a flash of dark red hair before he was attacked again, this time by Ron's younger
sister Ginny. She hugged Harry tightly and gave him a kiss on the cheek that made both of them
blush, before pulling away.
By the time he had been greeted by everyone Harry's stomach was rumbling very loudly and Ron
was trying to suppress his laughter as they walked toward the kitchen. There he saw that Mrs.
Weasley had created a very lavish lunch for them all, welcoming Harry back. His memories of his
godfather came back full force at that moment, he didn't want to be there, he hated Grimmauld
Place.
Hermione seemed to notice that Harry tensed up as he looked around. She knew that he wouldn't
be happy there, he had just lost his godfather, the only father figure he had ever had. She walked
up to Harry and put her arms around him and whispered in his ear.
“Harry, it's ok. He would want you to move on, I know it's hard but you have to try.”
Harry turned to her with his deep green eyes and smiled, her heart melted. “I know Hermione, I just
don't know if I can do it.”
He sat down beside Hermione and Ron and saw everyone looking at him apprehensively. “Don't
worry, I'm not going to yell at anyone..... yet.” He smiled at them.
Hermione quickly darted out of the kitchen and was only gone for a few moments. She ran back in
holding something in her hands and she gave it to Harry. “Harry I found this last term.... er...
after you had broken it. I repaired it. I hope you don't mind.” It was the mirror that Sirius
had given him the year before.
Harry looked down into the mirror and saw his own pitiful reflection staring back at him. “Thanks
Hermione, but I don't need it anymore. Sirius...he's gone.” Harry laid the mirror down on
the table and began eating, he had forgotten how good food could taste.
After he ate and told everyone how boring it was at the Dursley's that summer, Mrs. Weasley
brought in a birthday cake and they sang Happy Birthday to him. He hadn't expected it at all,
he had even forgotten his own birthday. As he blew out the candles he made a wish.
I wish I could talk to Sirius.....
He blew the candles out and ate cake with the rest of them. Everyone had a birthday present for
him, his favorite was the foe glass that Professor Dumbledore had given him. On the back it said,
Property of James Potter.
After the small party Harry was exhausted, he gathered all his presents and the mirror from Sirius
and took them to his room he shared with Ron. After he put everything away except the mirror, he
crawled onto the bed and stared into the small mirror thinking how badly he wanted to see
Sirius.
“Sirius Black!” He had said before he could stop himself.
It happened in a matter of seconds, a flash of dark hair and Sirius' grey eyes looking up at
him. He could faintly hear Sirius' voice calling to him......
“Harry....I'm here.”
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A/N: Hey you guys see that little message down there, says would you like to submit a review,? Well
you would so do it! I need to know if this is worth continuing....
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Chapter 2: Can anyone see this?
Harry almost dropped the mirror to the floor when he heard Sirius' voice. He shook his head
thinking he must have been daydreaming and looked into the mirror again. There, staring back at
him, were the sad grey eyes of his godfather, Sirius Black.
“Sirius...? How are you doing this?” Harry managed to stutter out.
“No time to explain Harry, just listen. Something is happening soon, something dangerous and you
are going to be a target. We hear things here, although I'm not sure where I am. The point is
stay on guard no matter what happens, keep your friends close, but your enemies closer.” Sirius
turned away from the mirror quickly, when he looked back he had a frightened appearance. “
They're coming.... they're coming. I have to go, I'll talk to you again when I can,
keep the mirror on you at all times.” Sirius disappeared.
“Sirius, SIRIUS!!” Harry yelled, it was to late, his godfather had already gone.
Harry's yelling alerted the people sitting downstairs, they immediately ran to Harry and
Ron's bedroom to see what was happening. Remus Lupin reached him first.
“Harry, are you alright?” he asked as he swung the bedroom door open.
“Remus, I......I saw Sirius. He was in the mirror and he talked to me.” Molly Weasley, Ron,
Hermione and Ginny had all appeared in the bedroom now, they were watching Harry
apprehensively.
“Harry....Sirius is gone. You couldn't have seen him, you must of had a nightmare.” Remus said
as he sat down beside Harry.
“But I wasn't asleep. I was looking in the mirror and I said his name......he appeared in it I
swear. He told me that something dangerous was going to happen, and.... and I was the target.”
Harry refused to look into the face of his friends, he knew they all thought he was losing him mind
from the depression.
“Harry, there is no way he could have contacted you.” Remus told him.
“I KNOW IT WAS HIM, I'M NOT CRAZY. BELIEVE ME IF YOU WANT!” Harry yelled at him.
“Harry, please, I am only trying to help you.” Lupin told him calmly.
“Help me? You are trying to help me.....well maybe you should listen to me then, instead of calling
me crazy. You know what I'm going to bed.” Harry crawled into his bed and covered himself up
completely hiding his body. He lay in silence, listening to the sounds of his friends leaving the
room, he wanted to be alone then anyway, especially if no one believed him.
Harry was walking down a long dimly lit corridor in the department of mysteries. A door at the end
was open and spilling the flickering flames out into the corridor. When he reached the door, the
handle burned the palm of his hand and he slung the door open. He was in what appeared to be an
amphitheater, the benches cascaded down to the center of the room. Harry walked down the stone
steps to the center of the room. He spotted the veil in front of him and he stepped closer to
inspect it.
Whispers were coming from behind the veil, voices of people that had died, or had the unlucky
chance of falling into the veil. They were beckoning him closer to them, asking for help. Harry
wanted to help them, maybe if he just put his hand through he could reach them and pull them out.
He was standing in front of the veil now slowly reaching for it.
A hand reached out from behind the veil and wrapped its fingers around his wrist. The hand was
burning his wrist, he was pulling at the fingers, prying them from his wrist. Soon a head stuck out
of the veil, it was Sirius, he was saying something to Harry and he looked terrified. He could just
hear the whispers escaping Sirius' mouth.....
“They are coming for her.... they are coming for her!!”
As quickly as he appeared, he was gone and the hand that had locked it's grip around Harry had
disappeared leaving a scorch mark on his wrist. He ran away from the veil and back up the stone
steps, there coming through the door were a group of deatheaters and they had someone bound and
gagged, struggling to get away. Voldemort stepped from behind the group and spotted Harry and his
scar felt like it had burst open.
Harry was screaming and clutching his scar while it was burning. He was sick and couldn't stop
himself from retching on the floor from the pain. He could hear voices around him but the pain was
blinding him, keeping him from opening his eyes.
“Is he alright? Should we get Albus?”
“No, no, I believe he has just had a bad dream”
“He hasn't done that since he saw that snake attack dad.”
“Harry, are you alright?” A calming voice surrounded him and he felt someone lay their hand on top
of his that was profusely rubbing his forehead. In an instant the pain was gone and he was able to
open his eyes again. There standing around his bed was Mrs. Weasley, Remus Lupin, Ron, and
Hermione. Hermione was unconsciously rubbing his hair, not realizing the calming effect it had on
him.
“No...yes, I'm fine,” he lied. “I just saw Sirius in my dream......he came out of the veil and
grabbed my arm here.” He looked down at his wrist where in his dream Sirius had grabbed it and he
could very clearly see a hand print burned onto his wrist. He tried to hide it but Hermione grabbed
his hand.
“Harry what happened, how did you do that?” He didn't want to answer her, knowing anything he
said was just going to cause confusion among his friends. He jerked his hand out of hers and
covered it up quickly.
“Harry you have to tell us, did you have that before you went to sleep?”
Feeling defeated, he stared at the concerned looks of everyone he decided he had to tell them the
truth. “No, Sirius' touch burned me in my dream when he came out of the veil. He was warning me
about Voldemort coming for someone, some girl.....he disappeared before he could tell me. When I
tried to run out of the door I ran into deatheaters and Voldemort,” The Weasley's flinched at
the name. “They had someone with them, bound and gagged, she was trying to get away. My scar
started hurting in my dream and I woke up.”
“Is that everything Harry?” Remus asked him.
Harry nodded his head in response unconsciously rubbing the burn on his wrist.
“Well, I believe we should alert Professor Dumbledore about this. I have never seen someone getting
hurt in a dream and it showing up when they were awake.” Remus turned and started walking out of
the room.
“Oh and Molly, I think we need to put something on Harry's wrist to keep it from hurting.
I'm sure that Ron and Hermione can take care of him while you do that. I'll be back in a
few minutes.” Lupin left the room and Mrs. Weasley followed him, heading to the kitchen to mix a
few things to put on Harry's wrist.
After Mrs. Weasley and Lupin had left Hermione, Ron and Ginny sat down on his bed and stared at
him.
“Why are you all looking at me like I am some kind of caged animal in a zoo?” Harry asked them with
a frustrated tone.
“You don't have to get all huffy you know, we are just worried about you.” Hermione stated to
him.
“Sorry,” he muttered. “I just feel like something big is going to happen to someone, someone we all
know. Why else would Sirius have warned me in my dream?”
“How do you know it was actually Sirius Harry? Couldn't Voldemort have planted that dream, I
mean think about it.”
“I know it was Sirius ok, he was warning me. Would Voldemort warn me of something he was going to
do?” His friends shook their heads at him showing that they understood.
It had only been a matter of minutes when they heard Dumbledore step into the room, followed
closely by Remus Lupin. He sat down on the bed beside Harry's, Ron's bed. He looked at
Harry and smiled, the twinkle was fading from his eyes but it was not yet gone.
“Harry, I need you to tell me every detail of your dream...” Professor Dumbledore told him. Harry
launched into revealing his dream in full, not leaving out a single step, afraid that it could be
very important.
“I see,” Dumbledore smiled at him after he finished. “Now I believe that we should take Sirius'
warning to heart. The dead have a way of communicating with us, we have all felt their presence at
one time or another. You say you saw Sirius in the mirror today as well?” Harry nodded silently to
him.
“Very well, very well. Sirius must know of something that Voldemort is planning, he has seen the
girl and tried to show her to you in your dream. Someone very close to you is in danger Harry, we
must take extreme precautions. Now Mrs. Weasley has prepared a dream less sleep potion and I need
for you to drink it all. I will be back tomorrow if there is any news of who we think he is after.
I want you all to be very careful, especially you Miss Weasley and Miss Granger, you never know
when there is a traitor among you.”
Dumbledore walked out of the room and could be heard talking in hushed voices with Lupin, Mrs.
Weasley was trying to force the potion down Harry, he eventually gave in and fell into a deep
sleep, one he had been needing for a very long time.
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The next morning Harry awoke to the smell of breakfast wafting up the staircase into his bedroom.
Ron's bed was already made, he figured that everyone had let him sleep because of what happened
the night before. He quickly dressed and ran down the stairs into the kitchen where everyone else
was already eating.
“Oh Harry dear, you're up. What would you like, bacon and eggs?” Mrs. Weasley asked him as he
slumped into a chair beside Hermione.
“Yeah, that sounds great Mrs. Weasley.” Harry smiled at her. Hermione was the first to speak to
him.
“How are you feeling this morning, better?”
“Loads, best sleep I've had in a while.”
“Well you had us all worried about you last night mate, we were afraid something terrible had
happened.” Ron mumbled while he ate.
Harry saw Ginny and Hermione give Ron looks of disgust as he talked with his mouth full. Mrs.
Weasley sat a plate down in front of Harry and began telling him what he had just told the
others.
“I am going into Diagon Alley today to get a few things for around the house. Is there anything
special you need Harry dear?”
“No thanks Mrs. Weasley.”
“Remus will be staying here while I am gone, I expect you all to stay out of trouble.” Mrs. Weasley
proceeded to give them all a kiss on the cheek and a small hug before she left. Ron was mumbling
under his breath when she kissed him.
After they had all finished breakfast Harry decided that they should play a game, he had already
finished his summer work, as well as Hermione. Ron and Ginny still hadn't even began. So while
Ron and Ginny sat in the drawing room studying, Harry and Hermione played a few games of wizards
chess. She was whispering to him as they played.
“Harry, are you sure you are alright? You can tell me, I won't say anything.”
“Fine. I'm not alright, I'm worried. I just don't understand why Voldemort has to come
after the people that I care about, can't he just be happy with attacking me?”
Hermione reached over and laid her hand on Harry's. To him it felt like a shock had went
through him, beginning at the spot where their hands touched. He tried to shake the feeling off but
it wouldn't go away, he had never felt that before when Hermione touched him. He looked up to
see if she had felt it as well and saw that she was staring at their hands, she looked up at him
and blushed slightly before she pulled away and quickly changed the subject to school.
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Chapter 3: O.W.L.S
The next morning Harry was awakened by the sound of incessant pecking at his window, he rolled
over and spotted an owl. Harry crawled out of bed and hurried to the window wondering who would be
writing him since he was already at Grimmauld Place with all his friends. The owl flew in and
dropped a letter on his bed, and one on Ron's head as he slept, the letter stayed put until he
rolled over.
Harry closed the window and ran over to his bed to see what he had received. He had two letters,
the first was his school supplies list and the other was his O.W.L scores. Harry nervously pulled
the parchment out of the envelope and read it. He nearly dropped it when he read that he had gotten
ten O.W.L.S and he had gotten into Snape's N.E.W.T. level potion's class, he couldn't
help but think that Professor Dumbledore or Mcgonagoll had something to do with it, although he
didn't really care.
Harry heard someone squeal from the room below his and realized Hermione must have done very well
on hers as well, as if there was any doubt. He pulled on some clothes and went downstairs to the
kitchen still clutching his letter in his hands. Mrs. Weasley was preparing breakfast when he
walked in.
“We got our scores today Mrs. Weasley.” Harry told her.
“Oh really, how did you do dear?”
“I received ten O.W.L.S, even one in astronomy. I didn't think I would get one in that after
what happened with Professor Mcgonagoll.”
“Oh Harry dear that is wonderful, I am so proud of you and I'm sure Sirius would be as well. Do
you think you could run and wake Ron up, breakfast is ready?”
“Sure Mrs. Weasley.” Harry ran back up to their bedroom where Ron was snoring loudly.
“Ron!” he yelled. Ron grunted and mumbled something in his sleep knocking his owl scores to the
floor.
“Get up Ron, breakfast is ready!” Harry yelled in his ear.
“I'm up!”he yelled back. “Hey what's this?” Ron asked spotting the letter in the
floor.
“School list and your owl scores.” Harry told him as he walked out of the room. He thought he heard
Ron give an exasperated groan.
Harry met Ginny and Hermione on the second floor landing, Hermione was smiling widely and Ginny
seemed to have just woken up.
“How did you do Harry?” Hermione asked him.
“Ten, you?”
“I got twelve, can you believe it? I can't wait to owl mum and dad and tell them.” Hermione
said as they walked through the kitchen door. “I'm very proud of you Harry, I'm happy that
you got ten.” Hermione said as they sat down.
Ron came bounding into the room also with a smile on his face.
“How did you do Ron?” Harry asked him.
“I got 8, didn't get one in potions or Divination though. Guess that comment I made to the
administrator counted off.” Harry smiled thinking about Ron telling the tester to beware a man with
a long nose, when in fact he was looking at the man's reflection.
“Oh Ron I am so proud of you...” Mrs. Weasley said as she sat plates down in front of them all.
“Did you get your school list as well?”
Harry pulled his list out of his pocket and looked over it, there were a few new things including
robes made of dragon hide.
“We did Mrs. Weasley, but why are we suppose to get robes made of dragon hide?” Harry asked
curiously.
“I suppose Dumbledore wants you all to have extra protection. You do know that dragon hide robes
absorb most simple spells, and even a few advanced ones.” Mrs. Weasley told them off-
handedly.
“I'm going to Diagon Alley today to buy your school things. Remus will be here with you most of
the day then I believe Tonks may drop by.”
“Alright mum,”Ron muttered with a mouthful of eggs.
“Just wanted to make sure you lot knew where I was today. Now Harry dear I hate to ask you to do
this, but do you think you, Ron, Hermione and Ginny could clean out some of the dark arts books in
the attic. There are a few up there that could be very useful, if you look hard enough”
“Sure Mrs. Weasley,” Harry replied lying. He didn't want to go through anything that had once
belonged to Sirius, not yet anyway. Ron and Hermione would be there to help him, he supposed it
would give him a little support.
After breakfast they all made their way to the attic to help sort through the many books that
Sirius' family had collected over the years. There were books of all kinds, Hermione just
stared opened mouthed at the room, all of these books were free and Harry knew she was itching to
sit down and read all of them.
After a few hours the pile of books had diminished slightly, Harry had made his own pile for books
to keep. Most were books on curses and hexes he thought he could learn. Lunch time rolled around
and they went downstairs to make some sandwiches, Ron kept complaining about how hungry he was,
even right after breakfast. Hermione couldn't help but laugh at him.
That afternoon they were back up in the attic again and Harry and Hermione seemed to have separated
themselves from Ron and Ginny. Harry had found one of Sirius' old school books and was reading
through the different things he had scribbled inside the pages. Hermione noticed how sad he looked
and went over and sat beside him.
“Are you ok Harry?” She asked him quietly.
“Yeah, I'm fine. Just looking at one of Sirius' old school books. My dad wrote in it, see.”
Hermione looked at the page and saw that James had in fact scribbled James loves Lily onto the
page. Hermione smiled at the thought.
Harry sat the book down into his pile to keep and turned to Hermione. “You know Hermione, I'm
glad you guys are here with me. I couldn't have made it through the summer without you.”
Hermione leaned over and hugged him softly, Harry wasn't surprised by the show of emotion from
her, they had always shown each other how they felt. He turned his head sideways to where he could
smell her hair, strawberries he thought. He found himself oddly attracted to Hermione right
then and didn't want to release her from the hug, but he did. She smiled back at him and
grabbed his hand in hers. He blushed at the sweet gesture and then cursed himself slightly for
blushing, he didn't notice Hermione was blushing as well.
The day rolled into evening and they had finally finished in the attic. Harry was preoccupied ever
since he and Hermione had hugged, he found himself staring at her and wanting to be near her more.
The smell of strawberries lingered under his nose all day.
Harry couldn't get Hermione out of his mind, no matter what he thought about she seemed to
always take over. He didn't know why he was feeling like this, he had never looked at her as
more than a friend before but for some reason this summer was different. She seemed to have grown
to him and filled out more. Her hair was still bushy but also it had tamed slightly. Harry had no
idea the same things he had been thinking about had been running through Hermione's mind as
well.
Hermione was lost as to why she kept wanting to touch Harry, she kept finding ways to hold his hand
or give him a hug or just run her fingers through his hair. She was drawn to his deep green eyes,
she had always thought that they were intense but now she felt like he was burning a hole in her,
straight to her heart. She felt sympathy for him sure, who wouldn't? She also felt more,
stronger feelings she had never had for him before. She wanted to just sit and talk with him alone
and she wanted him to kiss her, she had never wanted that before. Hermione kept checking her
appearance every time she passed a mirror, since when did she care what she looked like around
Harry. Even when he smiled at her she could feel her stomach flutter slightly.
When Mrs. Weasley returned home that evening she gave all four of them their new school
supplies.
Harry took his up to his room to examine the new robes that they were required to wear outside now.
He couldn't help but feel slightly apprehensive about returning to school. Someone knocked at
the door and he went to see who it was, Ginny Weasley walked in.
“Harry, are you ok? You seemed distant today.” Ginny was walking towards Harry slowly, she had an
odd look to her face.
“No, I'm fine Gin. Just thinking today is all.” Harry told her as he stepped backwards towards
his bed.
“You know Harry, I've been needing to tell you something for a while now.” She smiled at him.
He was feeling really nervous now, maybe it was because Ginny was standing only inches from
him.
“Really, what have you been needing to tell me?” He asked her as he fell backwards onto his
bed.
“Why are you so nervous Harry, it's just me?” She asked him sweetly.
“I'm not nervous.” He replied.
“Well, I just wanted you to know that I still have feelings for you.” She leaned over to where she
was right over top of Harry, neither of them heard the bedroom door open, Ron and Hermione just
stood rooted to the spot watching Ginny.
“Er, Gin.....Are you felling alright?” Harry said as he tried to scoot out from under her.
“Fine. Just realized something, I needed you to know how I feel.”
“That's really sweet Ginny but I don't think of you like that. You are like a little sister
to me, maybe you should leave.” Neither of them heard Ron exhale deeply from the doorway, he was
scared that Harry was liking the situation.
“Do you fancy someone else? Cho maybe?” She asked as she crawled on the bed and had Harry pinned
down.
“No, I don't fancy her. It's someone else,” he couldn't believe how stupid he was for
letting that slip.
“Well when I'm finished you won't fancy her anymore.” Ginny leaned in and planted a
passionate kiss on Harry, the entire time he was struggling to get away.
Once she pulled away Harry just stared at her. “Gin, I told you I didn't like you. Don't do
that to me.”
Ginny was upset that he didn't kiss her back. “I know what your problem in, you fancy Hermione.
Don't think I haven't seen the way you both have been looking at each other all day. You
are all she talked about before you got here.”
“I don't.....really?”
“See, I knew it. Fine, break my heart again, I don't care.” Ginny stood up and turned to walk
away and spotted Ron and Hermione in the doorway. She let out a small peep of surprise, Harry
turned to see what she was looking at.
“Ginny, I think you should leave.” Ron said to her furiously.
“What if I don't want to?”
“I'll tell mum that you were trying to seduce Harry.” Ginny sprinted from the room and down to
her and Hermione's room. “Harry?” Ron asked.
“Yeah,” he was nervous, what if Ron thought he was the one that asked Ginny to kiss him.
“Don't worry about Ginny, she has been a real nutter lately. Don't know what has gotten
into her..”Harry breathed a sigh of relief. “Listen, did you check out those new robes we have,
bloody brilliant if you ask me.”
Harry felt instantly better about the whole situation, Ron wasn't mad at him but he kept
feeling someone staring at him. Hermione never spoke to Ron or Harry the entire time she sat in
their room with them. She kept thinking about what Ginny had said to Harry and wondering if it was
true, did she fancy Harry?
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Chapter 4: In Dreams
A/N: Sorry it has taken me so long to update guys, I was on vaction. I hope that this chapter
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She pushed him up against the wall and pressed her lips to his own. Strawberries..... he recognized
that taste from somewhere.
Her fingers were tracing lines across his chest as she desperately clung to him, digging for more.
He tried to give her what she wanted but his mind was blank at the moment. The blood was rushing
from his brain and filling up in places elsewhere blocking him from all rational thought.
She leaned back and smiled at him seductively, licking her lips as she ripped his shirt from him.
He smiled back but soon moaned in pleasure as she began sucking on his neck. He couldn't
believe this was happening to him, just a guy that no one paid attention too.
He glided her easily to the bed in the corner of the room and threw her down. She smiled up at him
as she pulled her own shirt off and threw it at him. A small moan escaped his own lips as she slid
her bra off easily and motioned for him to join her.
He laid on the bed beside her and watched as she crawled on top of him and began sliding his pants
down, kissing him as she went. He wanted her so much in that moment, just to feel her in an
intimate way, he had never wanted anyone like this before.
She made her way back up to his chest and began working her hands down his waist tracing her name
as she went. She pulled his boxers down and found what she was looking for, she wrapped her hand
around him and he felt pleasure run through his body.
Harry suddenly sat upright in bed sweating and looking around wildly to see if what just happened
was really just a dream. He had never dreamed of her like that before, he had never seen her in a
sexual way.
Harry looked over and spotted Ron snoring loudly in the bed beside him, he knew then that what he
had seen was a dream.
“Hermione....” he whispered to himself, he could still feel her hands on his body and the taste of
her lips.
How would he ever be able to look at her again? Why had he dreamed of her like that?
In the room directly under his own Hermione Granger had just experienced one of the best dreams in
her life. She had been with someone that she cared for deeply, someone that she had never seen as
more than a friend before that night. Little did she know that the object of her dream had the same
dream as her, she couldn't help but feel giggly as she thought about what she had done in her
dream.
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Harry was sitting in the drawing room on the first floor when someone walked in, he took no notice
of who it was because he was busy reading one of the books that Sirius had saved from school. He
wanted to keep it himself because he saw many comments and remarks that had been written in the
book by none other than his father, it was something he couldn't explain.
Harry heard a small cough and turned to the other side of the room where Hermione had curled up in
one of the chairs and was reading. He couldn't help but notice how well her hair framed her
face and fell in her eyes just right. Her brown eyes sparkled as she drank in the words on the page
and her pink lips moved slightly as she read. He could feel himself wanting to kiss those lips at
that moment, taking her in his arms and holding her forever.
What is wrong with me? He thought to himself, why couldn't he get his best friend out of
his mind.
Hermione could feel Harry's eyes burning into her soul. She knew that he was staring at her but
she didn't want to look at him, she had avoided him all day, every time she got near him her
face flushed and she began picturing her dream and had to keep herself from attacking him right
there. She knew she had to tell someone about her feelings but the only girl there was Ginny and
they had witnessed her antics the day before, she was not a likely candidate.
Footsteps echoed down the hall and Hermione caught a glimpse of Remus Lupin walking by, he smiled
at her and waved and she decided that he was someone who would know what to do. Hermione quickly
jumped up and tossed her book down and bolted out the door after her former professor. She spotted
him walking into his bedroom at the end of the hall.
“Professor....” she said to him before he closed his bedroom door. “Can I speak to you.... in
private?” She saw him smile at her.
“Sure Hermione,” He motioned for her to come in his room. “Come on in, I was just coming in to get
a book.”
Remus Lupin sat down in a chair across from his bed and motioned for Hermione to sit down on his
bed, he looked her to tell him what was going on.
“Professor,” Hermione managed to stutter out. “Have you ever been..... in love?” She blushed at the
last word.
Remus took her comment in slowly thinking about why she was asking him something like this. He
smiled at the young girl and realized she probably was in love herself. “Once.” He told her.
“What happened?”She asked him shyly. “I mean if it's not to private.”
“No Hermione. It's alright. You see when I was in school with James, Sirius and Lily I had
developed very strong feelings for someone,” His smile faded a bit. “Someone I couldn't have.
You see she was already taken and one thing I vowed to never do was betray a friend.”
“You mean,” Hermione thought for a moment. “You were in love with Harry's mum weren't
you?”
“You really are very clever Hermione.” He couldn't believe he was telling someone this after
such a long time, not even Harry knew this. “Yes I was in love with Lily, very much so. I knew how
much James cared for her so I never said anything to him, he had done so much for me in the past.
When Lily and James were married my heart was broken and I knew that I could never have her but the
love never faded. I still love her to this day, though James did eventually figure out what I felt
for his wife. It was then that Sirius lost his trust in me, it wasn't long before James and
Lily were killed.”
“So that's why James didn't tell you that they had switched secret keepers...?” Hermione
felt very sorry for him.
“Yes, it is. Now forget my sad story, why were you wondering if I had ever been in love?” He asked
her, his smile returning.
“Oh, well. I want to know what it feels like, I think I may be in love with someone but they
don't know how I feel?”
“Well Hermione,” Remus leaned forward as if going to whisper to her. “It feels as if you can't
live without that person, they are in your dreams and your every thought. You would rather die
yourself than put them in danger. At least that is how I felt about Lily.”
Hermione knew right then that what she was feeling for Harry was love, she had always loved
him.
“Would you like to tell me who you are in love with Hermione?” Remus smiled at her.
“Please don't tell anyone but it's Harry.” She felt her face heat up again and she tried to
hide her cheeks.
“I thought as much, you two are made for each other and I have a feeling it won't be long
before he realizes the same thing Hermione.”
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The room was dark and very cold, so cold Harry could feel it down to his bones. He surveyed his
surroundings and realized he was back in the room with the veil. Whispering was escaping the
swaying cloth once again and Harry could slightly hear Sirius' voice.
Harry edged closer to the cloth trying his best to understand what they were saying to him. The
veil swayed more forcefully this time and Harry saw once again a hand reaching out. It clutched his
shirt tightly and Harry could feel it burning on his chest, something was trying to escape.
Sirius pulled himself free of the veil and turned to Harry, he had to warn him just let him
know.
“Sirius?” Harry stuttered.
“Yes, Harry it's me. I haven't got much time but you have to know, they are coming for her,
they will find her and torture her. You are the one that matters to her most though, her thoughts
of you will keep her sane.” Sirius looked behind him with a frightened glance.
“Who?”
“Harry I'm sorry but I can't tell you, just know that her love for you burns deep within
her heart and love is what will save her. Love can stop them Harry, tell her before you lose
her.”
Harry felt Sirius loosen his grip on Harry and began backing away, several hands reached from
inside the veil and pulled him back in. Harry reached for his godfather, he wanted desperately to
save him but it was too late he was gone.
There was a loud click and Harry saw the deatheaters enter the room again with someone tied up. He
could hear her crying and moaning in pain. He wanted to save her but he was frozen to the spot. He
saw Voldemort once again and this time he spoke directly to Harry.
“She will not protect you Harry, you will lose her.”Voldemort's word slithered out of his
mouth. “Nothing can save her Harry Potter, not even you.” Voldemort raised his wand and screamed
curses at the girl tied up, she screamed in pain but this time she screamed for someone.
“Harry!!!!” Harry recognized her voice but he wasn't sure where he had heard it
before.
Harry awoke with a start and sat up in bed and saw that it was morning outside, he was still
shivering though. He quickly crawled out of bed, dressed and went downstairs for breakfast, he
could smell Mrs. Weasley's wonderful cooking wafting through the house.
When Harry got to the kitchen he saw that Hermione, Ron and Remus Lupin were already down there, he
took a seat beside Hermione although he didn't notice her shudder when his arm grazed against
her bare skin.
Harry was deep into his food when he felt the burning in his chest again and looked down to see
what was wrong, Hermione was watching him closely. Harry pulled the collar of his shirt down and
vividly saw a hand print burned into his skin where Sirius had touched him in his dream, Hermione
saw it as well.
“Harry,” she squealed at him. “How did you do that?”
He quickly tried to hide the burn but Mrs. Weasley and Remus Lupin had already seen it. He searched
the room frantically trying to find some way of explaining away his ghostly warnings from Sirius
and the realistic dreams he was having, nothing could save him.
“Sirius,” Harry muttered. “I got the burn from Sirius.”
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Chapter 5: Secrets and Lies
Harry stared around the room as everyone talked amongst themselves, each of them whispering
animatedly and turning to Harry. It didn't take a genius to realize what they were talking
about Harry slammed his fists onto the table angrily, he hated it when people talked about him like
he wasn't even in the room.
“You lot do realize I am still here.” Harry muttered through clenched teeth.
“Harry,” Remus Lupin responded after turning from Molly Weasley. “You don't seem to understand
the importance of what is happening to you.”
“I don't understand!” Harry's voice rose. “How can I not understand, I am the one who is
receiving warnings from my dead godfather about someone I am suppose to save by telling them I love
them or something.... It's a nightmare!”
“Harry please.....” Mrs. Weasley tried to reason with him. “We don't understand what is going
on with your dreams. We need to tell Albus, maybe he can help us figure this out.”
Harry calmed down a bit and gave Remus and Mrs. Weasley an apologetic glance. “I'm sorry, I
just don't understand why this is happening to me..” Harry had no idea that Hermione had been
beside him the entire time, a look of complete understanding in her eyes.
“I'm not so hungry anymore, I think I will go back up to my room.” Harry walked away from the
kitchen table and ran to his bedroom. Ron tried to get up and go after his best friend but Mrs.
Weasley stopped him. “He needs to be alone right now Ron.” She didn't see Hermione slide out of
the kitchen.
Harry heard a soft knocking coming from the door, he muttered a low “come in” before hiding his
face in his covers.
The door opened and then shut again quietly and Harry heard soft footsteps approaching his bed. He
waited for them to speak but it never came.
After a few moments of complete silence Harry slid his eyes from his sheets and spotted Hermione
watching him silently, she seemed to understand that he didn't really know what to say at that
moment. Harry sat up and spoke to her.
“`Mione? What are you doing?”
Hermione could see the pain emanating from his emerald eyes and she wanted so badly to pull him
into a warm embrace and help make everything better.... but she didn't. She moved over to his
bed and wrapped her arm around his waist and leaned her head on his shoulder. Harry complied by
leaning his head onto hers and they sat like this for a long time, Hermione eventually heard Harry
crying.
Hermione lifted her head to face him and saw that tears were rolling down his cheeks, she lifted
her hand to wipe them away. Shocks were sent through her body at the touch of her skin on his,
Harry felt it as well.
“Harry, are you ok?” Hermione asked as the tears suddenly subsided.
“I.. I think so. I'm just confused.” Harry pulled his hand up to grasp hers that was still
resting on his cheek.
Harry stared into her chocolate eyes and saw so much emotion reflected back at him, he felt as ease
as he stared into her eyes, something was calming him.
Harry inched closer to Hermione, unconsciously trying to close the gap between their faces. They
weren't even an inch apart when the bedroom door swung open and Ron stepped in yelling loudly
at Ginny. Harry and Hermione jumped apart before Ron could notice what they were about to do.
“Can you believe her? She is such a little prat sometimes....” Ron was mumbling about some prank
that Ginny had pulled on him during breakfast.
Hermione quickly smiled at Harry and left the bedroom, Ron smirked at him. “What has gotten her
knickers in a knot?”
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Hermione ran into her bedroom and threw herself on the bed, Ginny was not in there at that moment
so she took her time alone to reflect on what had just happened.
Hermione reached under her bed and pulled a large box out from it. After opening it up she pulled
many things out including a few pictures she had hidden away of her, Ron and Harry at school. One
of the pictures was taken the year before right before the term ended, they were standing on the
platform at Hogsmeade getting ready to board the train. She watched as they all smiled up at her,
except for Harry, that is until Hermione leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, she watched as
Harry blushed and a small smile crept across his lips.
She quickly put the photo's down and pulled out the one's of her family that she had in
there as well. These were just muggle pictures so she couldn't watch them smile and wave at
her. In the first picture she was a tiny baby and her father was holding her and smiling, they were
sitting in a park having a picnic, her mother had taken the picture.
The next one she found she was older in, around the age of nine. She had an award in her hand that
she had received from school and both of her parent were beside her, still smiling. The last
picture she pulled out was taken the morning she was to leave for the Hogwarts Express, she could
see the fear and excitement etched in her own face, that was the day she met Harry and Ron, the day
she realized there was more to life than just books.
Finally putting all of her photo's away she found what she was looking for, her diary, she had
been writing in it ever since she got to Hogwart's. She flipped to the first empty page and
rummaged inside the box for a pen, she touched the pen to the paper and began to write.
Dear Diary, August 4
I know it has been a very long time since I have written in here but so much has been going on
around me that I just haven't found the time. Again we are here at the Order Headquarters, but
so much has changed... Sirius is no longer here with us, hearing him laugh his bark life laugh has
been one thing that I miss, I feel heart wrenched as I think of the man who perished.
The other thing I miss the most is Harry, I know that Harry is here, but it's not him... not
the Harry he used to be. I know he has changed and so have I but he is depressed. There are other
things that are happening now, things I don't understand. I talked with Professor Lupin
earlier, he helped a little. I feel completely swallowed inside my own heart right now, these
feelings I have for Harry are so strong.... they are choking me. I think I love him....
I know that it may not be completely love but I know that my emotions are pushing me in that
direction. I see this man in front of me, this man who has the world on his shoulders and he
can't handle it alone, I want to help him with it. How do I know what love is, it's not
something I have ever really read about, sure I've picked up a few romance novels but they
never explain how it happens, and why it's happening to me so fast. I think I have always loved
Harry in one way or another. Now I know that our friendship has moved on to something much stronger
and greater than it could have ever been before. I think he feels the same way although I am not
completely positive. I think I will stay away from him for a few days and try to work out my
feelings on my own, without having my heart beating so loud that I am sure he can here it... even
though he is on the other side of the room.
I suppose that is everything for now, maybe by the time I write in here again I will know what is
happening around me....maybe.
Hermione
Hermione finished her entry and quickly hid her diary away in the box that she placed back under
her bed. She felt as though a weight had been lifted from her chest, maybe now she could face Harry
and try to understand what was going on.
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Harry spent half of the day in his bedroom trying to understand what had almost happened between
him and his best friend, he wanted to curse Ron for coming in at that moment, yet he also thanked
him for stopping them from doing something that could completely ruin their friendship.
By the time lunch rolled around Harry was sure that Hermione didn't feel the same way he did,
their almost kiss was a mistake and she would have killed him if he would have went through with
it. He walked into the kitchen with Ron and took his regular seat beside Hermione, he noticed that
Remus was watching him closely for some reason. Maybe he thinks I am going to yell again.....
that must be what he is doing... Harry disregarded the stare as normal Lupin behavior, although
Lupin was really watching for some sign that Harry had an interest in Hermione, he hated to see the
girl get her heart broken like his had been.
It didn't take long for Remus to get some confirmation of the exchange of feelings between
Harry and Hermione. Molly Weasley had just sat a few more bottles of butterbeer on the table for
the kids to drink and Harry and Hermione happened to reach for the same one, their hands grazed
each other. Remus intently watched the exchange between the two teens.
Harry stopped everything he was doing and turned to Hermione blushing, he moved his fingers over
her hand slowly as if memorizing every feature. Hermione was shaking with anticipation as she
watched Harry. They both felt their emotions running wildly and no longer noticed anyone else in
the room. Remus Lupin watched as they both began leaning towards each other, reaching for a kiss,
he knew he had to let them know that they weren't alone.
“Harry,” Remus said loudly, so that he would get his full attention. “Can you pass me a
butterbeer?”
Harry and Hermione jumped apart both blushing furiously. Harry handed Remus the butterbeer and
continued eating his lunch, Hermione did the same.
Remus Lupin knew that their relationship was growing they did seem to harbor strong feelings for
each other. He knew that Hermione would be good for Harry but he still couldn't shake the fact
that there was something wrong. He had always been able to tell that danger is coming, ever since
he was bitten, he shook it off as something small that they didn't need to worry about at least
not at that time.
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Chapter 6: Just One More
Harry paced up and down the hallway outside his and Ron's bedroom that evening thinking
about everything that was going on. He didn't understand where his feelings for Hermione was
coming from and why now of all times?
Harry mumbled to himself as he paced he had no idea that someone was standing in the darkness of
the landing listening to every word he was saying.
“Why is it always me? How am I suppose to handle Voldemort and my emotions at the same time? Why
can't it be someone I can handle, why Hermione?”
Harry slumped against the wall and fell to the floor and leaned his face in his hands. The person
in the shadows made their way to Harry.
“All right Harry?”
Harry looked up and gave a small smile.
“I suppose, you?”
“Good,” Remus Lupin replied to him. “I couldn't help overhearing your inner battle, something
you want to talk about?”
“Sort of, but not really. I'm just very confused right now...” Harry stood up and faced Remus,
he was now the same height as the werewolf. “It's kind of strange, I like someone, a lot. I
know they like me as well.... I think. I keep catching myself trying to kiss her but I know that we
will ruin our friendship. All the while I am suppose to defeat Voldemort.”
Remus thought Harry looked very confused and he knew that he had to be. What was he suppose to tell
him, throw caution to the wind and go for Hermione? He knew that's what he would have done but
Harry is different, there more things at stake with him.
“Harry, I honestly think you should do only what feels right in your heart.” Remus turned around
and walked back down the stairs.
“What is that suppose to mean?” Harry yelled after him. “Big help you've been!”
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Harry was once again in the department of mysteries and staring at the veil. He knew that Sirius
was going to come out of it so he wasn't scared this time when he saw his hand come through.
Harry wanted so badly to keep him out of it but he knew there was no chance. Sirius now stood
before Harry looking as horrible as before, only this time he seemed to have a slight smile on his
face.
“S.. Sirius?” Harry stuttered out.
“Harry, you are wasting time, you have to let her know before it is too late.” Sirius whispered to
him.
“Before what is to late, and who is this girl you keep talking about?”
Sirius grabbed Harry's wrist and pulled him closer to him, the familiar burning sensation shot
up Harry's arm.
“You know who it is in your heart. You have to let her know soon, you will lose her... maybe
forever.” Sirius surveyed the room they were standing in and looked back at Harry, once again with
fear in his eyes. “I've told you all I can Harry, we know things and we know that they are
coming for her.... they will find her and it is only your love that will save her.”
“How am I suppose to save her? I don't even love anyone?” Harry yelled at his godfather's
disappearing body.
“You know Harry, open your eyes!” Sirius was gone.
Suddenly the door to the room burst open and once again Harry saw the deatheaters dragging someone
down the stairs, Voldemort stepped out from behind them.
“You can't save her Harry, she will die just like your parents. She would die rather than
betray you.....” Harry tried to peer around Voldemort to get a glimpse of the person behind him,
brown hair, that was all he saw.
Harry sat up in his bed clutching his scar again. He couldn't believe that he had another one
of these dreams and he still didn't know who the girl was. He absentmindedly rubbed his wrist
where Sirius had grabbed him and felt the burn. Sirius had told him that he couldn't tell him
anymore, did that mean he wouldn't have anymore of these dreams?
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The days turned into weeks at Grimmauld Place and before they all realized it, it was the day
before they were to return to school. Harry had packed quickly and was already downstairs in the
kitchen by the time that Mrs. Weasley had it ready, he couldn't wait to get back to
school.
The dinner that night was delicious and Harry couldn't believe that the summer holiday's
were over. He spent the last three weeks avoiding any alone time with Hermione and he felt that it
had helped his recent obsession. His dreams with Sirius had stopped and the burns from his dreams
were finally completely healed, to Harry it seemed as if that week had never happened.
Harry finished his dinner and walked into the drawing room to make sure that he had not left any of
his books laying around in there, before he had finished searching someone joined him.
“Harry,” came Hermione's soft voice. “I was wondering if we could talk?”
Harry swallowed hard, he knew that Hermione was going to ask why he had been avoiding her but what
was he suppose to say? Yeah `Mione I've been ignoring you because every time I see you I
just want to kiss you... yeah that will go over well.
Harry finally found his voice. “Er, sure.”
Hermione walked slowly towards him as she talked. “I have been really worried lately, you seem to
be avoiding me, is it something I did?”
“No, nothing at all.” He could hear his heart beating faster and faster.
“Well what's wrong, if it's nothing I did?” Hermione was standing right before him, only
inches from his face.
“It's complicated, I can't... I can't really explain it.” Harry could feel the sweat on
his brow now, Hermione was making him very nervous.
“I think I do....” Hermione stared right into his emerald eyes. “Is it because every time you see
me you want to kiss me, or whenever we are in a room together you can hear your heartbeat, you get
nervous when you are around me?” Hermione smiled slightly, obviously hoping he was going to agree
with her.
“S..ss. Sort of.” Harry whispered to her.
Hermione reached up and placed her hands in his hair rubbing her fingers all through it, Harry had
never noticed how calm it made him before. Harry wanted nothing more than to lean down and capture
her lips onto his and kiss her with the passion that had been burning inside him for a month.
Hermione leaned closer to him and pulled his head down to her own whispering in his ear, he could
feel her breath.
“Why are we doing this to ourselves? Why don't we just give each other what we want?”
Harry couldn't believe she had said that, his best friend Hermione was standing before him
begging to be kissed. Out of all the years he had known her he never thought that their friendship
would lead to this, something more... He couldn't do it though, he couldn't ruin what they
already had.
“Hermione,” Harry whispered to her. “I can't do this, I can't ruin our friendship..”
Hermione backed away from him and stared into his eyes. “Is it because you don't like me? You
don't think I'm worthy for the great Harry Potter...”
Hermione was suddenly cut off from the rest of her sentence, Harry had leaned in and closed the
space between their lips. It was more than she had ever imagined, feeling his soft lips on her own
and his tongue begging to be let into her mouth.
Without breaking the kiss Harry wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into him closer,
he never wanted to let her go, she felt right, it was perfect.
Finally, both of them gasping for air, they separated and Harry smiled down at her, he knew why he
had kissed her, he could see her temper rising and the fire that lit in her eyes when she was angry
was too much for him to handle.
Neither of them noticed that a certain professor had wandered into the hallway where they had left
the door open, neither of them expected to be wrapped in the others arms that night.
Harry leaned in again and kissed Hermione, this time with more passion and ferocity, he felt
Hermione shudder in his arms and knew that he had affected her the same way she had gotten to him.
Harry began letting his hands roam over her body as their kisses turned to lust after the other,
now that they knew exactly how they felt. He tried to pry his hands under her shirt but felt
Hermione's hand reach up and stop him, she pulled away from him then.
Harry muttered a whispered “Sorry” to her and tried to kiss her again.
“Harry,” Hermione said while trying to catch her breath. “As much fun as this is I think that we
are moving way to fast. Not that your kisses aren't wonderful because trust me they are,
I'm just not ready for anything more yet.” Hermione hung her head.
“It's ok `Mione, it was my fault I shouldn't have tried anything with you. I think we
should go to bed, we do have a busy day tomorrow..” Harry leaned in and gave her a quick goodnight
kiss before leaving the room.
Hermione made her way up to her bedroom slowly and finished packing her things away. She
couldn't believe that she and Harry had finally kissed, after three painful weeks of staring at
him and those couple times they almost kissed in front of other people. She knew when she felt his
lips on hers that he truly cared for her, he would never hurt her.
Hermione fell onto her bed while she thought about Harry and the passionate time they spent in the
drawing room. She had felt while they were in there that someone was watching them but she
wasn't crazy enough to pull away from Harry and look. Nothing could have spoiled that moment,
nothing could take it away from her now, she had finally found someone she loved more than anything
and she would rather die than betray Harry.
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A/N: Sorry the chapter is so short but the next one will be much longer I promise!!
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