Title: Jealously and Good Intentions
Author: Michelle
Status: Unfinished
Disclaimer: All rights belong to J.K. Rowling and her publishers. No copyright infringement is intended.
Chapter Five
Harry waited downstairs while Hermione was on the phone. Somehow the extension beside him seemed to be calling his name. Carefully he picked it up, pressing down the button and letting it go as soon as he had the phone to his ear. He heard Hermione's voice on the line; she was talking to whoever it was that was going to help. The male voice answered and Harry recognized it immediately as Jim.
Harry groaned inwardly at the thought of being around him. Especially if they were back at the Dursleys. What pleasant memories that would bring. Hermione bounded down the stairs and circled around in front of him.
"Harry, now please, stay calm, but Jim is going to help." Hermione said staying back from Harry a bit. Harry tensed but did as Hermione told him to.
"How would that help?" He asked, trying his best to just sit there.
"Well, if what you said about him is true; about him being part of Dudley's gang, don't you think that it might help to have someone who can get in the house on our side?" She asked; making a very good point.
"Well, good point…but, Hermione, don't you understand? He used to beat me up…He is one of the reasons that I hate the Dursleys." Harry said looking at her, hoping to get through.
"Harry, we need to talk, okay. I promise, no yelling; no fighting." She said and she sat down beside him. Harry sighed. "Harry, I know I haven't been myself lately. I would never intentionally try to hurt you ever, you know that. It's just; besides Viktor no guy has ever been interested in me…" Hermione trailed off.
"Don't you say that, Hermione, any guy would be lucky to have you." Harry said sympathetically, coming to understand Hermione's recent behavior.
"Thanks, Harry. It's just, when you came I felt bad because I was here with Jim." She said, looking slightly ashamed.
"Why would you feel that way?" Harry asked, tilting his head to the side.
"I don't know." Hermione said shaking her head. "I honestly don't know…and it's been so confusing; my parents are talking about my future, and Jim is apparently a bad guy, then, on top of that, you come here and remind me of Voldemort and all of that…" She stopped and saw the look on Harry's face. "No, Harry, no, that's not what I mean at all. It's just, Voldemort is a threat again and I don't know how long I'll have you and all and I'm worrying about are these stupid trivial things like boys and what I'm going to do when I get older when I don't now that you'll even get to do anything…" Hermione broke down, her voice get shakier with each word she said. Hermione sobbed into his chest and Harry patted her back, trying to hold back his tears.
"It's okay, Hermione…It's okay…" Harry said comfortingly.
Hermione murmured something into his chest that Harry didn't catch. Knowing Hermione she probably said that it did matter. But all that mattered right now was making her feel better, because even though she worried about Harry being gone, Harry knew that the prophecy was still there, and that it wouldn't be a far off stretch that he wouldn't be there this time next year.
Hermione sat up and looked at him with her eyes red and blotchy. She rubbed them, trying to wipe her tears away but it didn't help; as tears were still streaming down her face. Harry pushed some hair out of her face and used his thumb to wipe a stray tear off her cheek. He pulled her into a hug and held her for a long time, waiting for her to stop shaking.
Hermione finally stopped crying and picked herself up off of the couch. Harry got up after her, helping her keep her balance.
"Do I look okay?" She asked, wiping off her face and trying to straighten her hair. She stood up a little straighter and smiled. Harry smiled at her.
"You look perfect." He said with a grin and put his arm around her shoulder.
Hermione went upstairs, leaving Harry to eat breakfast while she took a shower. Hermione's mom had come downstairs, as well as Hermione's father, and she started making breakfast. Harry felt a rumble in his stomach informing him that he had not eaten in quite a while.
"What would you like for breakfast?" Mrs. Granger asked. Harry licked his lips eagerly.
"Something with syrup!" Harry said hungrily. Mr. Granger laughed and walked out of the room, presumably to go get the morning paper.
"So, Harry, Hermione's told us a lot about you." Mrs. Granger said while taking out a waffle maker.
"Really?" Harry asked; surprised that Hermione had told her about things that had happened at school. They were muggles after all.
"Oh, yes, she told us about the baby dragon you encountered in first year and the underwater task you had to do in fourth. Quite eventful years, wouldn't you say?" She asked, pouring batter into the grid.
"Very." Harry said with a playful smirk on his face. That was his Hermione, always the smart witch. Mr. Granger walked back into the room, holding the paper.
Harry looked with eager eyes as Mrs. Granger set the plate with waffles covered in syrup in front of him.
"Don't just stare at it, eat it." Mrs. Granger said with a laugh. Harry obliged and dug in.
"Harry! You're almost as bad as Ron!" Hermione exclaimed when she entered the room. Harry replied with a muffled grunt and kept eating.
"Boys will be boys." Mrs. Granger said, setting down a plate in front of Mr. Granger and Hermione.
"Thanks mom!" Hermione said and started eating. Another grunt came from Harry while he kept shoving his face full of waffles.
"You're welcome, Harry." Mrs. Granger said with a smile and sat down with her own plate across from her husband. Hermione looked at her in astonishment.
"How did you know what he said?" She asked, obviously amazed that anyone could understand that language but her. Hermione's mom looked over at her husband with a smirk on her face. Hermione laughed and then continued to eat her breakfast. Harry of course, would have no recollection of this event anyway, considering that he was too busy eating to remember what anyone said, that and the fact he was probably about to slip into a sugar induced coma with all that extra syrup he had insisted on.
Once everyone had finished eating breakfast Hermione stole Harry out if the living room and guided him to a room in the back of the house. It was painted a dark purple color and had deep red, shaggy carpet. Pillows were strewn all over the floor and candles lined the walls. It reminded him of Professor Trelawney's room at Hogwarts. Hermione saw Harry smiling and looked at him curiously.
"What?" She asked; confused as to what was so amusing.
"Well, I never thought you'd like a room like this. It reminds of Trelawney's room." Harry said looking around. Hermione crossed her arms fell backwards, landing in the pile of pillows in the corner.
"Well, I like it." She said stubbornly. Harry smiled and picked up a pillow. He held it up and looked at her with a glint in his eye. "Harry…" Hermione said cautiously, backing towards the door. Harry inched closer to her. And right as he started to swing the pillow Hermione ducked and rolled past him, grabbing a pillow of her own. Harry looked at her with astonishment.
"Where'd you learn to do that?" Harry asked, letting his pillow drop to the floor.
"Like I said, I love this room." And with that she charged at him, taking advantage of the fact that he had dropped his pillow. She repeatedly swatted him in the head with the pillow until he finally got away from her long enough to grab his own pillow again. When Hermione took another swing at him he blocked it with his pillow and grabbed another one beside him. Swinging it at her feet she tripped and fell into the huge pile of pillows beneath her. Harry was standing over her, looking quite smug. She scowled at him and looked at his feet.
Grabbing the small carpet he was standing on she whipped it up, causing him to fall beside her. Hermione jumped up grabbing the nearest pillow. "Kicking a man when he's down? What has become of you?" Harry asked in mock seriousness. As her answer Hermione swatted him in the face a few times before Harry finally got a hold of the pillow Hermione was using. Using it to hoist himself up, in the process knocking Hermione down again he pulled the pillow from her hand and threw it down at her, causing her to giggle.
Harry had never heard Hermione giggle, and thought it was an interesting sound. He laughed and in the moment where he wasn't paying attention Hermione got up and threw a pillow at him. "Now, it's on." Hermione said with a mischievous grin on her face. Harry held up the pillow he had and used it to block Hermione's blow, causing both pillows to tear at the seams and hundreds of little white feathers to float down around them. Harry picked up a nearby pillow and tapped Hermione with it. With a theatrical faint she fell down to the pillows, breathing heavily. Hermione smirked when she saw that same carpet under Harry once again. She gave it a good tug and found herself beneath Harry. Breathing heavily and still worn out from the pillow fight they'd just had, neither moved.
They heard a door open and Harry immediately jumped up off of Hermione; who also jumped up, trying to brush stray feathers off of her, but finding this to be quite a job considering they were sticking to everything. Harry and Hermione found themselves staring face-to-face with Jim, who didn't look very happy.
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