Chapter 5
"Yes Harry?" asked Hermione, barely above a whisper. Harry thought that Hermione knew what he was going to say, so he thought she was just either a) horrified or b) excited. Therefore, her tone of voice would be different.
Harry, who was sitting in a chair beside Hermione's bed, kept fidgeting and looked down at his hands.
I can do this. I can do this.
Suddenly, the setting in which he was about to confess his undying love for Hermione Granger kicked in. Everyone in the room was either coughing or sniffling…Or…Other...Gross stuff.
I can't tell her here. There's no way I can tell her here.
"Err…I guess I'll just tell you later," said Harry, looking up at Hermione, who was now fast asleep. To any other person, Hermione would have looked like any other sleeping girl. However, since this was Harry after all, Hermione looked adorable and peaceful and…Plenty of other things he could think of. Harry looked at the clock above the entrance to the hospital wing. It was getting late and Harry was getting tired, but he couldn't leave Hermione.
I guess I'll just stay with her. I can sleep in the chair.
So, for awhile, Harry slept with one hand on Hermione's and another against his face. This uncomfortable way of sleeping only went on for about an hour before Harry gave up.
I guess I won't sleep. Hermione looks comfortable…No, Harry. You can't just get into bed next to her for God's sake. But…She does look comfortable. I'll get up early and she won't even notice I'd been there.
Deciding that the only way to get sleep was to sleep in the bed next to Hermione, Harry gently scooted Hermione over. At first, Harry thought she had woken, but she only turned onto her side. Harry climbed onto the bed and rested next to her. It was very tempting to put his arm around her small waist…Harry wasn't much for temptation, so he slid his arm across her waist and drew her closer to him. In a blissful state, Harry moved Hermione's hair from his face and noticed the scent of her shampoo. Then, Harry got a glimpse of Hermione's perfect, smooth neck. Harry was tempted to kiss it. Like I said, Harry wasn't much for temptation, so he brought his face down to the cress of her neck and kissed it softly.
Wow…her neck is so smooth and soft. She smells like strawberries.
Harry decided that it wouldn't hurt to keep kissing her neck. I mean, it's not like he could get anymore action out of a sleeping Hermione…Heh heh…After softly kissing her neck, Harry started to intensely kiss her neck….In an almost odd way…Like snogging her neck without the tongue. It wasn't long after Harry had started doing this that he noticed Hermione's breathing intensify, but, being the idiot he is, he kept kissing her neck. It was one of the best feelings Harry had ever felt, and he knew that if he couldn't do this again after tonight, he would die a horrible death of neck-snogging withdrawal.
Great…I have a fetish with Hermione's neck…Oh well, it's not like we're ever going to kiss anyway…bloody misfortunes.
The whole time Harry was kissing Hermione's neck, Hermione being awake went unnoticed. The first time he had placed his lips on her neck, Hermione's eyes shot open.
Is that…Is Harry kissing my neck-Oh wow…That's quite lovely.
Hermione was definitely awake when Harry's kisses intensified. Her breathing began to quicken and it was all she could do not to moan.
Oh my God…Harry has a fetish with my neck…And I thank GOD HE DOES!
Harry didn't stay in one spot…Oh no…His kisses went along her jaw line and her ear. They started going on her shoulders, after he had to move her shirt down a notch. Harry was oblivious to Hermione's consciousness. After so long, Hermione couldn't take it anymore and let out a soft moan. Harry stopped suddenly, terrified that she was awake and knew that he had been practically snogging her neck…And ear…And jaw. Harry leaned over to check to see if she was awake, but her eyes were closed. Deciding that it was probably a good idea to go to sleep, Harry rested on his back while Hermione breathed a sigh of relief.
Holy spew that was close. Since when do I call S.P.E.W. spew?!
After awhile, both Harry and Hermione finally drifted off to sleep. The only odd thing about this was that they were both having the same dream. The setting: "The Sound of Music". The man in suspenders…Still there. Harry and Hermione stood beside each other in a field of daises. Harry, realizing this was his reoccurring dream, turned to Hermione. Hermione, realizing this was her reoccurring nightmare, turned to Harry.
"You're not going to turn into Justin or Malfoy are you?" asked Hermione, biting her lip.
"No, you're not going to turn into Voldemort are you?" asked Harry.
"I don't think so," said Hermione.
Harry smiled and leaned forward, getting closer to Hermione's face. Hermione too started leaning forward. Once their lips were almost touching, the man in suspenders came up to them.
"Say…Do you two like my suspenders? I think they're a bit tight…Make me look fat," said the man in suspenders.
"Err…They look…Kind of like normal suspenders to me," said Harry. Hermione only nodded, trying to hold back laughter.
"Well, thanks. Oh, and some woman is screaming at you," said the man in suspenders. "Goodbye."
"Wha…?
"GET UP OUT OF THIS BED NOW!" screamed Madame Pompfrey. Harry's eyes popped open quickly.
"OUT!" she screamed again. Harry turned to find his glasses, but ended up turning too quickly and falling off the bed. Once Harry found his glasses, he got up and saw a confused Hermione looking up at him from the bed.
"I-I'll see you later, Hermione," said Harry, running out of the hospital wing followed by stares from the confused patients.
Later that day, Harry sat in the common room, thinking about what all had already happened in the course of a few hours. Harry had practically snogged Hermione's neck, had a dream that Harry was sure Hermione had too, and gotten a bruise on his arse from the hard floor in the hospital wing because Madame Pompfrey kicked him out. Suddenly, a disgruntled Ron came into the common room. He looked somewhat better than he had the night before.
"Hi, Ron. Feeling better?" asked Harry from the couch in front of the fireplace.
"If you mean I can speak normally, yes…I can," said Ron, sitting down beside Harry. Harry laughed at the memory of Ron trying to speak with a stuffy nose.
"Oh and nice scene in the hospital wing, by the way," said Ron, grinning evilly at Harry.
"You saw that?' asked Harry.
"Yep, and I was kind of surprised. I mean…You were like…Spooning with Hermione," said Ron, laughing.
"I was just worried about her," said Harry, blushing.
"Yeah, sure Harry. I'm sure you're not madly in love with our best friend, Hermione," said Ron, dripping with sarcasm.
"I'm not, Ron. We're just really good, best friends," said Harry.
"You aren't gay are you?" asked Ron, his nose scrunching up and his eyes squinting in a judgmental way.
"NO! Ron, you know me…I'm not …gay," said Harry, shaking his head.
"Just messing with you, Harry. I know you're in love with Hermione," said Ron. "You might as well just admit it."
"Alright…I'm in love with Hermione," said Harry. Ron grinned and slapped Harry on the back.
"I knew it," said Ron. "So, when are you going to tell her?"
"Tell her? There's no way I'm going to tell her," said Harry.
"But you have to!" exclaimed Ron.
"No, I can't Ron. If she didn't feel the same way, that'd ruin everything," said Harry.
"But-"
"No, I'm not telling her," said Harry.
The next day, all the sixth year Gryffindors that had made a high grade on their O.W.L.'s gathered in the dungeon for Potions. Harry and Hermione, who had come back from the hospital wing shortly after Ron, sat down in their usual seat. Ron didn't score so high on his Potions exam, so he had a free period during Potions. Harry and Hermione hadn't really talked since she had gotten back from the Hospital wing. It was still a little awkward, since Hermione had found out Harry had spent the entire night asleep in the bed beside her. Of course, this didn't bother Hermione at all.
He can sleep with me anytime…No, not like that.
During the whole class, Harry stared at Hermione and Hermione daydreamed about Harry. Hermione was usually alert and read to take notes, but this time, she was off somewhere else.
Maybe I should tell her, like Ron said. Maybe she does feel the same way about me. I mean, why was she crying she saw Lavender try and kiss me? Why have we almost kissed three times now? Wouldn't she have learned from her mistake and backed down the next time it happened?
While Harry was in deep thought, Hermione was doing her own thinking.
If he didn't feel the same way, why would have spent a whole night snogging my neck and holding me in a hospital bed? And why, if he didn't like me, would he try to kiss me three times now?
While the two lovelorn teenagers thought and thought about all of this, Snape wasn't too happy to see Harry staring at Hermione and Hermione off somewhere else.
"If you don't mind, could you two please pay attention?" asked Snape in his usual cold, heartless tone. Hermione snapped back into attention and Harry cleared his throat, facing the front of the class.
Snape went back to describing love potions…The silly things. Harry got out a piece of parchment and started to write Hermione.
We should talk
Harry slid the parchment under Hermione's hand. Hermione looked down, saw Harry's hand holding a piece of parchment, and started to take it. Their hands brushed in a sweet gesture and Hermione blushed. Hermione quickly read what Harry had written and started to write him back.
Yes, you're right. We should meet in the room of requirement.
Hermione slid the note back to Harry. Harry took it and read it. Nodding, he looked up at the clock. Looking at Hermione, Harry mouthed "after dinner?" Hermione nodded, and soon after the bell rang for the class to be dismissed. Soon, they would all eat dinner…And then, Harry would confess everything to Hermione…All too soon.
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