Unspoken Whispers

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Summary: What could have happened after the attack of the flock of birds, at the end of chapter fourteen, if Harry had decided to go check on Hermione? Confessions would come out, and unspoken whispers would be the melody of a friendship that would forever exist. Harry/Hermione

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Please forgive the mistakes, but English is my second language. I know this doesn't seem to support Harry/Hermione pairing (which is my number one, despite of what JKR wrote), but it does. I just needed to keep on the line of the book since this like a cut-scene (if I can even say that) of what could have happened at the end of the chapter fourteen. I hope you guys forgive me for the errors.

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Don't read in case you haven't read the HP and the Half-Blood Prince yet!!! You have been warned!

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Unspoken Whispers

"Oppugno!" came a shriek from the doorway.

Harry spun around to see Hermione pointing her wand at Ron, her expression wild: the little flock of birds was speeding like a hail of fat golden bullets towards Ron, who yelped and covered his face with his hands, but the birds attacked, pecking and clawing at every bit of flesh they could reach.

"Gerremoffme!" he yelled, but with one last look of vindictive fury, Hermione wrenched open the door and disappeared through it. Harry thought he heard a sob before it slammed."

Without knowing what to do Harry continued to watch the birds attacking Ron who, in a moment of despair if not madness, throwed himself under a desk gesturing like a madman in attempt to protect himself.

Harry knew there was no point in trying to help his friend, since it had been Hermione who had used the spell, and as a matter-of-fact the black haired boy was not sure of which spell he could use. Thankfully, some moments later, the flock of birds stopped attacking Ron and flew towards the ceiling.

"What is wrong with her?!" Ron roared as he stood up, and stared at his hands where small pink dots could be seen probably where the birds pecked him "I could have died!"

"Ron, those are just birds." Harry reasoned with his friend, his mind going from staying with Ron or going after Hermione "Besides, it's not as if you didn't deserve it."

"Hey, whose side are you on?" Ron asked angrily, looking from his hands to his friend "Ah forget it, I don't care anymore! I'm going back to the common-room."

As he continued to battle with himself about what he should do, Harry followed Ron outside the classroom, but while the red haired Gryffindor turned right, Harry turned left.

"Hum...Harry, common-room is this way." Ron said as he noticed his friend taking the opposite direction, but Harry didn't reply, he just kept walking straight. With a shrug Ron continued his path while Harry, who was still wondering about what he should do, failed to see to where his feet where leading him.

"I'll probably just go check on Hermione." Harry mumbled to himself, a finger against his chin "Yeah, just to make sure she's all right."

"Mr Potter, will you please not speak loudly?" a voice shouted suddenly, and Harry jumped two feet in the air only to look around, and notice he was inside the library. How on earth he had got there the Boy-Who-Lived had no idea, but since he was in the best place to find his best female friend, Harry decided to give it a shoot while trying not to make much noise.

As usual Harry ended up finding Hermione sat right on the back of the library, with a huge and thick book in front of her, hiding her face from everyone who could go there. With a sad smile on his face, Harry made his way towards the girl's side, and sat down beside her.

"What do you want?" Hermione questioned in a whisper, her eyes still locked with the pages of the book, and Harry looked at what she was holding before staring at his friend's face again.

"Just wanted to make sure you're okay." he replied, and Hermione rolled her eyes, but still didn't turn to him "You know Ron didn't do it on purpose."

"I don't want to talk about Ronald." the bushy brown haired girl hissed, and silently Harry took the book off her hands before putting it over the table in front of them.

"Well, I just want to make sure you're okay with all that has been happening." Harry started as he rested his hand under Hermione's chin, and turn her face towards him so he could see her bloodshot eyes "Why are you crying?"

"I am not crying." Hermione hissed again without taking Harry's hand off her chin "Can't I just be a little mad? You know Ron always manages to get to my nerves."

"That's true, but I think both of you have been fighting more than usual." the black haired boy corrected, but Hermione didn't answer "Why don't you tell me what's wrong?"

"Why don't you tell me that you like Ginny?" Hermione asked back, and Harry looked at her dumbstruck "Honestly Harry Potter, I am not stupid; I noticed the way you look at her."

"I...I don't know what you're talking about." Harry stuttered, his emerald-green eyes now looking down while a soft pink colour appeared on his cheeks, but when he felt something warm over his hand, that was still holding his friend's chin, the boy looked up.

"It seems to me we're both doomed." Hermione whispered, her hand squeezing Harry's softly, but the boy continued to look at her confused "Everyone expects me to do something I don't want to do, and you..."

"What about me?" Harry inquired raising an eyebrow, but when he felt another squeeze he stared down at his and Hermione's hands "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh, but I think you do." Hermione corrected in a whisper, a small smile on her face "You see Harry, if you ask anyone in this school, well...maybe with the exception of Lavender," Harry noticed a hint of anger in his friend's voice "they'll probably tell you how perfect Ron is for me, and that Ginny is the best girl for you."

"I don-"

"Yes, of course you don't like Ginny." Hermione interrupted, but it was obvious she didn't buy it "Anyway, I...this is going to be embarassing, but I admit that I do have a soft spot for Ron, but..."

"But what?" Harry asked still not understanding what was going on "If you like him, why don't you tell him that? Frankly I always thought you two would end up together."

"Harry!" Hermione hissed blushing "Don't say that, that's not true!"

"How come? I see the way you two stare at each other." Harry replied, a smirk on his face "I mean, I think you two should give it a try."

"You don't understand." the brunette started shaking her head, before glancing around making sure no one was around "If Ron and I got together, we would ruin everything. I mean, have you noticed how jealous he is? I wouldn't be able to be close to a boy without having him think something wrong about the situation."

"So, you're saying you don't want to be with Ron?" Harry questioned, and Hermione bent forward so their noses were almost touching.

"What I'm saying is if Ron and I got together, we would bite each other heads off." the brown eyed girl answered shortly, before meeting Harry's gaze "Do you understand it now, Harry? Look a Fleur and Bill for instant, they may be different, but they're perfect for each other because they accept how the other is, but Ron...Ron wants beautiful girls...he wants something I'm not."

"But I always thought you would alwa-"

"Yes, I cannot say Ron and I will not end up giving a chance to us, but..." Hermione trailed off for a second, and Harry could feel her warm breathe on his face "I hardly think we will work; Ron's beauty patterns are not like mine, and I know that he will try to change me."

"Ron would never do that." Harry whispered, and slowly Hermione straightened up "Ron likes you no matter what he can do to try to show otherwise. I don't think he would try to change you."

"Then tell me something," the brunette started grabbing Harry's hand harder "if one day you start dating Ginny, are you positive you will stay with her?"

At that question Harry's mouth dropped; what on earth was Hermione trying to say? He didn't understand, and why...why Ginny? She's Ron's sister...out of his league...out of his life...

Slowly Hermione stood up, without releasing Harry's hand, and the black haired boy snapped from his thoughts only to find his friend staring at him with a look of admiration and caring.

"I need to admit Ron is very special to me," Hermione started in a whisper "but I say that, even though I would give my life for him, I would do anything for you."

Harry's eyes widened in surprise, and he watched as Hermione's lips curled into a small smile, her eyes strangely darker but sparkling with something unknown to the Boy-Who-Lived.

"I think we need to grow up by doing mistakes, even when we do everything not to slamm into a wall." the brunette continued looking down at their joined hands "I don't know what the future has prepared for us, Harry, but I promise I'll never leave you. I don't care about what happens with Ron, I don't care if you start going out with Ginny; I only hope the two of us will stick together just like we always did."

"I would never forget you, Hermione." Harry whispered unsure of what to say, and slowly he stood up feeling a strange tingle in the hand that was holding the girl's "You're one of the most important people in my life, and I would never do something to hurt you."

"I know." the brunette said before letting go of Harry's hand, and hug him closely "I love you Harry, you better keep that in mind for the rest of your life. You're my best friend."

"I love you too." Harry whispered into the girl's ear feeling her shudder softly against him "I hardly think I would be here if it wasn't for you...and Ron. You guys are the best."

Sowly the two friends stepped backwards, but kept their hands joined for a second, while their eyes continued locked: they knew what they had just whispered was true, that they're friendship would survive to anything that could come, and that even if one of them walked right into a wall, the other would be right there to give a hand.

Still smiling Hermione grabbed the book, and after one last glance to her friend she walked out of the library not knowing Harry had watched her go. In silence Harry sat on the chair again, and unconsciously smiled: if there was someone he knew he could count with that was Hermione Granger, the best friend he could have without counting with Ron, and deep down the Boy-Who-Lived hoped that his female friend could stay at his side for the rest of their lives.

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