Just to Hear You Say that You Love Me

husker_fan_2006

Rating: PG
Genres: Romance
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 5
Published: 26/06/2005
Last Updated: 26/06/2005
Status: completed

It's a battle of the girls. The competitors: Hermione and Cho. The prize: Harry's heart. Both Cho and Hermione love Harry. Hermione loves him for him, the real Harry James Potter, the friend she’s always known, and who’s always been there for her when she needed him. Cho loves him for the fact that he’s the famous Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived. Both know their competing for him, but it’s Harry’s decision when he asks someone to the Christmas Ball, and he has no idea he’s being fought over. To the song, Just To Hear You Say That You Love Me, by Faith Hill.

Chapters

1. Just to Hear You Say that You Love Me

1. Just to Hear You Say that You Love Me

Just To Hear You Say That You Love Me

Summary: - SONGFIC - It's a battle of the girls. The competitors: Hermione Granger and Cho Chang. The prize: Harry's heart. Both Cho and Hermione love Harry. Hermione loves him for him, the real Harry James Potter, the friend she's always known, and who's always been there for her when she needed him. Cho loves him for the fact that he's the famous Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived. Both know their competing for him, but it's Harry's decision when he asks someone to the Christmas Ball, and he has no idea he's being fought over. To the song, Just To Hear You Say That You Love Me, by Faith Hill.

A glaring match was going on in the Great Hall one morning. Two girls, one from the Gryffindor table, and the other from Ravenclaw, were glaring at each other with looks of pure hatred in their eyes. Both had left their breakfast untouched, and their eyes never left each other. The girl from the Gryffindor table was Hermione Granger; the girl from the Ravenclaw table was Cho Chang. Sitting to the right of Hermione, Ron Weasley was as usual, eating quickly, barely taking time to chew. He was eating quicker than usual, for he was nervous because today was a Quidditch day. He looked up at Hermione and saw her glaring at something or someone. He said,

“Who are you glaring at, Hermione?” Hermione broke her glare, and looked at Ron and said,

“Nobody.”

“Liar.”

“No seriously.”

“No seriously, you're lying.” Hermione didn't answer, but started on her food. Ron tried a different question.

“Ok, then why are you glaring at this person?”

“No reason.” Hermione looked up at Cho, who was still glaring at Hermione, but when the doors to the Great Hall opened, and a certain black-haired seventh year with bright green eyes came in, Cho looked over at him, causing Hermione to look too. Ron noticed Hermione staring at Harry, and realization spread over his face. He said,

“Ohhh. I understand now. I'm guessing that Harry's the reason you're glaring at this person, and I'm also guessing that that person is Cho. Am I right?”

“You tell him, or anyone else, I swear I'll curse you to next Tuesday, Ron.”

“Of course I won't say anything, I wouldn't want risk your anger.” Harry reached the Gryffindor table and sat down across from Ron and Hermione. He started in on his breakfast, and said to Ron,

“Nervous, Ron?”

“Like no other.”

“You'll be fine, you've gotten a lot better than last year.”

“You should talk, you don't have the whole match depending on you.” Harry raised his eyebrows in surprise and gave him a look that said, `You're kidding right?' Ron realized what he said and said,

“Let me rephrase that. You don't have the whole match depending on you keeping the Quaffle from going into the hoops.” Harry laughed and said,

“You're a brilliant Keeper, Ron, just as good as Wood was when he was here.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.” Harry looked over at Hermione, who at the start of the conversation of Quidditch, pulled out a book and started reading. Harry said,

“So, Hermione, are you going to the match, or is your nose permanently glued to that book for the day?” Hermione looked up at Harry, gave him a annoyed look, and knowing that he was teasing, said jokingly,

“No, I thought I'd catch up on some work in the library. It'd be the perfect time for it, everyone's outside watching the match.” Ron and Harry made faces of disgust. Harry said,

“You're not serious, are you?” Hermione laughed.

“No, of course I'm going, you know I wouldn't miss it for the world. Who's the match against today?”

“Ravenclaw.” Harry and Ron answered together. Frustration surged through Hermione, but she didn't let it show on her face. Harry and Ron both finished breakfast then got up to leave to get everything together for the match. Like she did before every match, Hermione gave both of them a kiss for good luck. When she kissed Harry, she made sure that Cho was watching. Harry and Ron left, Hermione got up not too long afterwards, and made her way to the doors of the Great Hall to get ready to go down to the Quidditch pitch for the match. Cho stopped her at the doors and said,

“Think you're better than me just because you get to eat breakfast with him and wish him luck?”

“Of course.”

“Think about it, Hermione. He's a Quidditch player. A seeker. One of the best seekers this school has ever seen. Who's he more likely to choose, a Quidditch player, like himself, also a seeker, or a bookworm who's…” She looked at Hermione up and down, and made a face of disgust, “not that athletic?” Hermione started up the stairs, with Cho following behind her. Cho said,

“You know I'm right.”

“You may be a seeker like him, but think about this, Cho. He sees you as competition. Someone he has to beat, to get the snitch from. I'm a Gryffindor like him. Who's he more likely to choose, the Ravenclaw, or the Gryffindor? You'll be the one he must out fly, and I'm the one who will be cheering him on, and will celebrate with him when he catches the snitch before you do.” With that, she turned and ran up the stairs, and to the common room. Harry and Ron were just leaving, broomsticks over their shoulders, and they met at the common room. Hermione smiled and said,

“Good luck you two, I'll be down in a little bit.” Ron already was heading towards the entrance hall, but Harry had stopped when Hermione was talking. He smiled and said,

“Thanks, we'll see you down there.” Hermione watched him leave, wishing that she was his.

If I could win your heart
If you'd let me in your heart
I'd be so happy, baby
Just for these arms to be
Holding you close to me
There's nothing in this world I won't try
No limit to what I'd do to make you mine, 'cause

When Harry had disappeared, Hermione turned to the Fat Lady to tell her the password. The Fat Lady said,

“You know, you should just suck it up and tell him that you love him.”

“And get turned down.”

“You don't know that. I'd hurry if I were you, otherwise that Chang girl might get him.” Figuring that the Fat Lady knew about the little feud going on between Cho and Hermione because she had spoken to the other portraits, didn't ask how she knew. Hermione sighed and said,

“Wronski Feint.” The Fat Lady raised an eyebrow and reluctantly let her in, and Hermione went up to her dorm, of course, thinking about Harry. She thought about what she loved about him. He was always a good friend, had always been there for her, and was so sweet and kind. He had one of the those smiles that would make any girl melt, and his eyes were hard not to get lost in when you looked at them. Hermione flopped down on her bed, thinking she'd give anything, or do anything just to hear him say that he loved her.

I'd climb right up to the sky
I'd take down the stars
Just to be in your arms, baby
I'd go and capture the moon
That's what I would do
Just to hear you say that you love me
Just to hear you say that you love me

The match was underway, Cho was trying to flirt with Harry, and look for the snitch at the same time. Harry, not noticing any of the flirting, was busy looking for the snitch. He did a couple Wronski Feints to throw Cho off, succeeding. Cho, taking her mind off of Quidditch, thought about Harry. In a way, she was still sort of mad at him for everything last year, but she still loved him. I mean, he's the famous Harry Potter, who wouldn't love him?

If I could taste your kiss
There'd be no sweeter gift
Heaven could offer baby
I want to be the one
Living to give you love
I'd walk across this world just to be
Close to you 'cause I want you close to me, yeah

Cho had lost her concentration for too long. Harry had spotted the snitch, and in seconds, it was in his hand. The crowd went wild, and the whole Gryffindor team landed on the ground, celebrating. Cho landed on the ground, and avoiding the angry glares from her team, went over to Harry and pulled him away from the mob. She gave him a hug and said,

“Good game, Harry.” Harry looked at her with a confused look on his face, but as soon as she walked away, he thought nothing of it and went back to the celebrating Gryffindors. Cho turned and looked at Harry again, and saw him hug Hermione. She thought that she'd give anything or do anything just to win Harry, and beat Hermione.

I'd climb right up to the sky
I'd take down the stars
Just to be in your arms, baby
I'd go and capture the moon
That's what I would do
Just to hear you say that you love me
Just to hear you say that you love me

With promises to the whole Gryffindor house that they'd be up to the common room as soon as possible to celebrate, the team went to the locker rooms to change. On the way back to the castle, Ron asked Harry,

“I have a question for you Harry.”

“What is it?”

“If you could choose between Cho and Hermione, which would you take to the seventh year Christmas Ball?” Harry looked at Ron suspiciously and said,

“Why?”

“Just curious. Hypothetically speaking, if you could take either one, who would you take?” Harry shrugged and said,

“I don't know. What difference does it make?”

“Take my word for it, it makes a world of difference.” Harry sighed, thought for a minute and said,

“Well, things didn't end so well with Cho last year, and I'm not sure that I really like her anymore, so, I'd probably have to say Hermione.” Ron nodded and said,

“Ok.”

“Why?”

“Just curious.”

“Trying to set me up or something?”

“No, no, just curious.”

“You're up to something, Ron. What is it?” Quoting his brother, Ron said,

“Ask me no questions and I'll tell you no lies, Mr. Potter.” Harry gave up, and they changed the subject, talking about Quidditch the rest of the way up to the castle. Before entering the common room, Ron said,

“You know that thing I asked you about earlier? Let's just say, you should consider it.”

“What, asking Hermione to the dance?” Ron didn't answer, just said the password and as soon as the portrait door opened, a burst of cheering met their ears. They both grinned and joined in on the festivities.

The months passed, and the Christmas Ball kept getting closer and closer. Harry had taken Ron's words to heart, and found himself debating about taking Hermione or Cho to the dance. The more he thought about it, or maybe he was just imagining it, but it seemed though both girls were flirting with him, though Hermione seemed more subtle about it than Cho. Everyone was in the Christmas spirit, the castle had been decorated, and every room had some sort of festive decoration in it. Most people kept hurrying through the corridors, because in every doorway was a cluster of mistletoe. But some people, like Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas came to kissing every member of the opposite sex every time they stepped under the mistletoe, whether they be friend or foe. Pretty soon girls would walk behind them giggling, hoping to be the next victims for a kiss. Once, both Dean and Seamus caught Hermione in a corridor when the trio was on the way back from Transfiguration. She refused to let them give her a kiss, but laughing and blushing, she finally gave in. They both kissed her at the same time, one on one side kissing one cheek, and the other on the other side kissing the other. Harry didn't know why, but he felt a pang of jealousy when that happened. Though he wasn't the only one jealous by all the mistletoe. Cho had followed Harry, Ron and Hermione one day and caught Harry under the mistletoe, to Hermione's much discontentment. The kiss caught Harry off guard and he had a sort of dazed look on his face as they went to the next class. That evening, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were doing their homework on the day before the holidays started, so as to get it out of the way. Harry still hadn't asked anyone to the dance, and it was four days away. While Harry was writing, Hermione watched his eyes move across the parchment, following his quill. Ron noticed the tension and said,

“So, Harry, who are you taking to the ball?”

“Nobody yet.”

“Well, I'd get a move on if I were you, all the good ones'll be taken.”

“Is this coming from someone who has a date?” Harry said in disbelief.

“Yep.”

“Who are you going with?”

“Lavender.”

“Really? When did you ask her?”

“A long time ago. I've fancied her for a while.”

“I'm thinking about going stag.”

“Oh c'mon, there's plenty of girls left that'll go with you.”

“No, they want to go with the Boy Who Lived, not Harry Potter.”

“Like who?” Hermione coughed and through her cough you could hear,

“Cho Chang.” Both Harry and Ron looked at Hermione, who tried to look innocent, but to no luck. Ron said,

“Well, that explains a lot.” Harry was still looking at Hermione, who was looking back at him, trying not to blush under the stare of those bright green eyes.

For the rest of your life
Love me for the rest of all time
Just say the word
And I'll give you my world
There's nothing I won't do
Baby, just to be with you

Ron was looking at Harry as though saying, `Ask her, ask Hermione'. Harry got up, and said he was going to bed. As soon as he disappeared into his dorm room, Hermione leaned forward and thumped her head on the table. She sighed, head still on the table, saying,

“I give up.”

“You give up? Why?” Hermione sat up and said,

“He's never going to fall in love with me. I'm just his friend, always have, always will be. Cho is going to win.” Tears of defeat filled Hermione's eyes and she went up to her room. Ron figured things must be pretty bad because he knew Hermione didn't accept defeat easily.

“You shouldn't give up just yet, Hermione.”

“Well, what else am I supposed to do?”

“Want me to talk to him?” Hermione shook her head.

“No, I told you I didn't want you to say anything. Remember me saying I'd curse you to next Tuesday?” Ron nodded and stood up from his chair. He smiled encouragingly and said,

“Don't give up yet, Hermione. Defeat doesn't suit you.” Hermione smiled thanks, and Ron went up to the dorm room and yanked back the hangings on Harry's bed. He said,

“You idiot.”

“What?”

“Why didn't you ask her?”

“What makes you think she'd say yes?”

“She loves you, mate. And you're being too thick to see it. And she doesn't love you for the Boy Who Lived, she loves you for the real Harry Potter, the friend she's had for six years, the one who's been there for her, who she knows better than anyone else. She knows the real you, unlike almost every girl in this school. Have you noticed that there's always a glaring match going on between her and Cho at almost every meal? They both love you, but Cho is for the wrong reasons. Do the right thing, Harry, and ask Hermione to the dance.” Ron went to his bed, leaving Harry alone in his thoughts, pondering about whether to go downstairs and talk to Hermione, or to wait till morning. In the midst of his thoughts, he drifted off to sleep.

Hermione cried herself to sleep that night; depression of defeat filled her emotions. She felt she lost and that Cho would get Harry. Sadness had overcome her, and all she could think about was how miserable she felt, and of course, Harry.

I'd climb right up to the sky
I'd take down the stars
Just to be in your arms, baby
I'd go and capture the moon
That's what I would do
Just to hear you say that you love me

The day of the dance had finally arrived. Harry was going stag; he was in his dorm room in his emerald green dress robes, staring at his reflection in the mirror. Ron stood leaning against the mirror, and tried to stifle a laugh as Harry eyed his hair. Harry lifted a hand as though to straighten it, but did like his father and ran his hand through it a few times making it even messier than it usually was. Ron laughed, and Harry grinned. Ron nodded his approval, and they left for the Great Hall, though not before stopping at the girls' staircase to wait for Lavender. While they were waiting, Hermione came down the stairs. She was wearing her periwinkle robes, with her hair straight and flowing down to her shoulders. She reluctantly had let Lavender and Parvati put make up on her, foundation, eye liner, eye shadow, lipstick, mascara, the works. Hermione had learned a spell to permanently straighten her hair before the ball, and applied it to her hair when she was getting ready. Her hair flowed like silk, and when Harry and Ron saw her, their jaws dropped. Harry said,

“Hermione, is that you?” She smiled and said,

“See, I can look beautiful, too.”

“I never said you didn't.”

“Well, you look good yourself, Harry.” She looked up at Harry's hair, and like Ron, tried to stifle a laugh. Harry saw her looking at it and said,

“What?”

“Nothing, it's just your hair looks messier than usual.”

“I know.” He smiled and Hermione laughed. Lavender came down the stairs and the trio, plus Lavender went down to the Great Hall. Hermione tried to get over Harry, but it was hard. She glanced at him every so often, they were both silent. Ron and Lavender were doing all the talking. Hermione opened her mouth to say something, but closed it, when she realized the only thing she could think about to say to Harry was that she loved him.

The dance was under way, Hermione sat most of it out, occasionally dancing with a guy when he asked her, but sat on the side, legs crossed, and without realizing it, had gotten a glaring match going on with Cho a few chairs down. Hermione finally gave up the match and looked away from Cho. Cho got up and moved down next to Hermione. Hermione sighed and said,

“What do you want?”

“So, he didn't ask you.”

“Nor did he ask you.”

“I'm biding my time, mark my words, Miss Granger, I will be the luckiest girl in school for having the most wanted guy in school.”

“Just because he's famous.”

“No.”

“Then why?”

“He's a hell of a good Quidditch player too.”

“You know, there's more to Harry than just Quidditch and fame.”

“I know, but I don't know that side of him, that's not what I fell in love with.”

“Very few people know that side of him.”

“And I suppose you're thinking you're one of those people?”

“I am one of those people. Even if Harry wasn't famous, or wasn't a “hell of a good Quidditch player” I still would love him.”

“Awwww, isn't that sweet?” Cho mocked. Hermione chose to ignore her, rolling her eyes, and looked for Harry. She found him standing next to Ron and Lavender talking and looking over Hermione and Cho's way.

Just to hear you say that you love me

Cho looked over at Harry too, wishing that he would just ask her out, so she could win and put Hermione in her place. Who was she to say that she was better than Cho because she knew the other side of Harry? She kept looking at Harry, thinking in her head, `Ask me out, ask me out', almost like if she said it enough, and he would come over and ask her out.

Just to hear you say that you love me, baby

Harry started to make his way over to Cho and Hermione. They both watched him come over; Hermione's heart was in her throat, for some reason she didn't know. She started to get nervous, not knowing what he was going to say when he reached them.

Just to hear you say you that love me

`He's coming, he's coming, here it comes, he's gonna ask me,' Cho thought to herself.

Oh, I need to hear you say that you love me, baby

`What's he going to say, who's he going to talk to? God, I love him so much.' Hermione thought to herself.

Just to hear you say you love me

`Oh my God, here it comes, he's here, and he's going to say…' Cho thought, starting to get anxious.

Just say you love me

“Hermione, do you want to dance?” Hermione looked up at Harry and said,

“Sure.” Harry offered her his hand and she took it and they went out onto the dance floor, neither one giving Cho another glance. A slow song had started up, and while they were dancing, Harry worked up the courage and said,

“Hermione, I've been thinking…” Taking a stab at humor, Hermione smiled and said,

“You shouldn't do that, you might get hurt.” Harry smiled and like a chain reaction, so did Hermione. Harry said,

“Ron told me.”

“Told you what?”

“About your…um…feelings…for me.” Hermione's jaw dropped, and she got ready to pull away from Harry and get her wand out. She said,

“Where is that little blabbermouth, I promised to curse him to next Tuesday, and I'm gonna do it.” She started to leave, but Harry's hands tightened around her waist, keeping her with him. He said,

“No, wait, listen to me. I've been giving it some thought, and thinking about you and your competition with Cho.”

“Damnit, he told you that too?” Harry nodded, and Hermione muttered,

“Cursed friend of mine.”

“And I was comparing you two. I realized that she probably loves me because I'm the famous Harry Potter. But you love me for who I am.”

Just say you need me

“And I think that you are more than a friend to me, and always will. I guess what I'm eventually getting around to saying is…” He placed his hands on both sides of Hermione's face and kissed her lightly. It was a sweet, light and fluffy kiss, one that when it was over, Hermione begged for it to go on.

Just to hear you say that you love me

“…I love you.”

A/N: Well, what do you think?? Hope you liked this songfic. I know these characters are really out of character, but only J.K. Rowling knows how exactly to write these characters. By the way, I don't own any of these characters or any Harry Potter rights, or the song. So, I hope you review; I wanna hear what you think about this songfic.

Husker_fan_2006

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