Goodnight, My Harry

Hon Rosie Woodsorrel

Rating: PG
Genres: Romance
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 4
Published: 16/12/2002
Last Updated: 16/12/2002
Status: completed

Harry had a nightmare, Hermione comforts him.

Chapters

1. Comfort in a Kiss

1. Comfort in a Kiss

Goodnight, My Harry

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the characters from Harry Potter. They belong to J.K. Rowling. However, I do own the plot for this fanfic.

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Hermione Granger sat down in the Gryffindor common room, reading in a comfy chair near the fire. It was Christmas at Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry. Hermione was one of the two girls who had stayed at Hogwarts for Christmas. Lavender Brown, Hermione’s best friend, was the other girl who stayed. Normally Hermione went home for Christmas holidays, however, this year, one of her best friends, Ron Weasley, was going to Romania to visit his brother Charlie. This meant that her other best friend, the famous boy-who-lived, Harry Potter, would be left on his own. She couldn’t let him stay by himself, so she decided to stay with him.

Hermione smiled as she read her favourite book of all time; Hogwarts A History. She pulled her blanket tighter around herself, as she shifted into a more comfortable position. Hermione was so intent on her book, that she didn’t hear the footsteps coming down from the boy’s dormitory stairs. In fact, she wasn’t aware of his presence until he said in a soft voice, “Hermione?”

She looked up at him. Her heart nearly leapt from her chest at the sight of him. His raven-black hair was more unruly than ever, and his green eyes shone out from under his wire-rimed glasses. “Y-yes Harry?” She had been so focused on how handsome he had looked, that she didn’t notice the look of fear, and sadness on his face.

He tried to answer her, but he couldn’t find the words to tell her just how he felt. He had another night-mare, and had to watch as Voldemort killed his mother and father. He had woken up in a cold sweat, and needed to talk to someone, but his best friend Ron wasn’t there, so he had come down to the common room, in hopes of finding his other best friend, Hermione.

She set her book aside, and looked into his eyes. As if reading his mind she said, “You had another nightmare, didn’t you Harry?” She heard him whimper slightly, and Hermione reached her hand up to gently move his sweat-soaked bangs out of his face.

Hermione smiled gently at him, and beaconed him to sit down on her lap. He nodded slightly, and sat down slowly. Hermione gently placed the blanket around him, and then wrapped her arms tightly around her friend. “Oh, Harry,” she whispered to him. “I’m so sorry, Harry.”

“I-I saw my mother.. and my father, and Voldemort.. I saw him kill them..” Harry trailed off, sobbing quietly. Hermione gently stroked his cheek, holding his head against her shoulder.

“Shh, everything’s ok now Harry,” she said softly to him, giving his hand a light squeeze. “I’m here Harry.”

She held him, as he buried his head into her shoulder. One thing Hermione had always found appealing in him, was his sensitivity. He was so brave, dealing with his parents’ death, and she had no idea how he coped with everything that happened to him.

Hermione gently kissed the top of Harry’s head, and he looked up at her. Neither of them were sure about exactly what happened next, or who made the first move, but the next minute, they had their lips pressed firmly against one another. Hermione found herself kissing him tenderly. I shouldn’t be doing this! Her mind screamed at her. Then a voice in her mind replied. But he needs you. Only you can help him. She pushed her thoughts away, as she felt Harry respond to her kiss.

Harry wrapped his arms tightly around Hermione, as he began to kiss her a little harder. “Hermione..” he moaned her name into her mouth. “Mmm.. Harry..” was her response. Both knew they shouldn’t, but it felt so good. Hermione felt Harry’s tongue sweep across her lips, and she opened her mouth for him, and slid her tongue along to meet his. As their kiss deepened, Hermione buried her hands in his messy hair.

She leaned him against the back of the chair, and shifted so she was sitting on his lap, straddling him. Harry slowly removed his mouth from hers, and lightly kissed her neck. She felt him suck lightly on a sensitive part of her neck, between her collarbone and neck. “Harry.. Oh, Harry..” she moaned.

Harry pulled back from her, and stared into her chocolate-brown eyes. Her hair was slightly messed up, and her lips were red from the hard kisses they shared, though that didn’t seem to bother her much. Slowly and gently, he raised his lips once more onto hers, this time gently touching them. Hermione leaned against him, and kissed back, just as gently. This kiss was slow, and passionate. Harry pulled back for a second, and then gave her another quick kiss.

“Hermione, I..,” Harry tried to get the words out. I love you. He thought, but he wasn’t able to tell her. “Thanks for uh,” he blushed slightly as he looked at her.

“No problem Harry,” Hermione smiled, the scared, sad look had now faded from his face, and was replaced with a look of peace. The sat for a long moment, just holding each other.

“Don’t tell Ron, Hermione,” Harry said softly in her ear. His best friend had a crush on her, and knew that Ron would be crushed if he knew that they had kissed.

“Why?” She asked, tilting her head to the side, looking into his green eyes. “Tell him what?”

“Don’t tell him that I kissed you, please don’t tell him Hermione,” Harry said in a voice, that was almost begging. A scared look re-appeared on his face.

“I won’t Harry, but.. why?” She looked confused, was Harry so embarrassed about kissing her, that he didn’t want her to tell anyone? Was she that bad of a kisser?

“He-he’ll get mad at me,” Harry replied. He looked into her eyes, confusion clear on her face.

“Why would Ron be mad about you kissing me?”

“Because he likes you,” Harry replied. “He’ll be mad if he finds out I gave you your first kiss.” Harry saw Hermione’s confusion, and anger fade, a soft smile on her face.

“Listen Harry, I won’t tell Ron, because I don’t want the two of you to be fighting, but I don’t care if Ron likes me Harry. If I want to kiss you, I will.” Harry looked kind of shocked and she added quickly, “That is if you want me to.”

“Of course I do, I like kissing you Hermione.” Hermione smiled at that, and hugged him, before she gave him a quick kiss on his lips.

“Come on now Harry, let’s get you back up to bed,” she said, as she got up, and offered a hand to him. He took her hand and she took him up the steps, into the empty 5th year dormitory. He lay down in bed, and Hermione pulled the covers over him. She sat down next to him on the bed, and gently stroked his forehead, until his breathing eased, and he fell asleep. She kissed him lightly on the cheek, and then she walked over to the door and whispered, “Goodnight, my Harry.”

She then left, and returned to her room, where she lay down, thoughts of her Harry Potter floating into her mind, as she slowly slipped into a deep sleep.