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Hey there!! Wow, well I was SO taken aback by the amount of reviews that I have received for the last two chapters, that I got overly excited, and ... Here is my next chapter!! I know this now makes my THIRD update in the same day, but as Isaid, I am overly excited now!
I know many are wondering how it is I am updating so fast, well... it is because I already have the chapters written up. Well not all, but up to chapters 19! Haha, that is alot, I know, but I hope you enjoy this story...
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Chapter Eleven : Getting to know the other...
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Harry stood there on the pathway to a great Palace. He was looking up at the Palace before him with great delight. Hermione could see the love he had for this place by the glint in his eyes. Harry turned to Hermione and smiled.
"Welcome Hermione," he said, "to Godric's Hollow!"
Hermione looked up at the magnificent Palace. It was indeed beautiful.
A large mass of people stood before them at the top of the large welcoming stairs, ready to greet the royals. One man stood in the center and as he saw Harry, he extended his arms widely and descended the staircase. He looked to be a man in his late fifties, though his hair was a wonderful shade of copper brown, with shining eyes and an air of playfulness about him.
"Welcome Your Highnesses! Welcome to Godric's Hollow! I pray your trip went well!" said the man in a cheery tone then bowed low before the two. He then glanced up at the carriage horses, smiled and nodded. The carriage pulled away softly and went down the long welcoming path, then turned toward the stables to the right.
"Yes, thank you Andrew, all is well." said Harry. He looked over at Hermione who had lowered her gaze. She was feeling awkward again, as if she didn't belong. She fiddled with her hands along her gown and gazed intently at the gravel below her. Hermione felt as if all eyes were upon her at that moment, questioning her presence and doubting her abilities. She wasn't in Ravenclaw anymore, she was an outsider now.
Harry smiled softly at her, sensing her uneasiness. He gently placed a reassuring hand upon her shoulder, causing her to look up in shock and appreciation.
"Come, you look tired. Let's go." Harry then led her forward and began ascending the stairs. Andrew followed closely behind. "I trust our rooms have been prepared." Harry spoke. Andrew nodded as he made his way up the stairs.
The horde of people gathered at the top of the staircase parted and bowed respectively at the two royals as they reached the top. Harry led Hermione past them and through he large double door that led to the Welcoming Hall of the Palace. Hermione gasped at the extravagance of the Palace. The Hall was beautiful to say the least.
She stood upon the threshold of the Palace, impressed at what she saw. Before her was a large open hall, and straight ahead a large grand staircase swept up in a beautiful array of golds and scarlets. On either side of the hall were grand arches that led into other smaller rooms and halls. The floors were made of the best cream marble, and the large floor-to-ceiling pillars were also made of marble. As Harry led her into the Welcoming Hall, Hermione looked around her in awe.
Behind the two royals, Andrew directed to the staff to go back to their chores before following the two, smiling.
"Andrew," called Harry. Andrew quickly went to the Prince's side.
"Yes, Sire?"
"Please show Princess Hermione to her chambers, she needs to rest." Harry then paused as Hermione looked away from him. "On second thought, tell me where she is to sleep, and I shall escort her myself." Andrew looked to Harry in question.
"Her chambers, Sire?" he asked. Harry turned to him and nodded, an eyebrow raised.
"Yes Andrew, her chambers. Where else is the Princess supposed to sleep?" he asked, a little annoyed. Andrew smiled politely as he battled for the best way to approach the situation.
"Well, Sire, concerning your sleeping arrangements, it was orders that we make up only one of the Royal suites. We had not prepared a separate room for the Princess, believing that the two of you would be sharing a bed tonight, seeing as you two are now wedded." Harry and Hermione felt their jaws drop to the floor at his news. Sharing a bed tonight?! thought Hermione wryly as a crimson blush painted its way across her cheeks. Harry stammered for a moment in shock, and Hermione couldn't help but feel this Andrew was enjoying their reactions just a tad.
"Wha- Andrew, what do you mean?! Sharing a bed tonight? For the love of God! What about my own chambers? Surely you had my chambers prepared!" Harry continued. Andrew shook his head.
"Actually, Your Highness, orders were that the Starlit suite be prepared for the two of you. Please, Sire, follow me. You and the Princess look awfully exhausted." Andrew began to ascend the grand staircase that occupied the majority of the hall . Harry stood rooted to the spot in slight shock, his cheeks rose in color. Hermione tugged at his sleeve gently, and was glad to see he responded by following behind Andrew.
"Andrew, are you sure there parent any rooms ready?" The man shook his head and glanced behind him. "Many of the rooms within this Palace haven't been used in years. Right now many are under remodeling, and although we regularly keep the others clean, they are in no condition to be slept in, seeing as the mattresseshaven't been fluffed and ready, nor have we-" he paused as he was interrupted.
"Fluffed?" asked Hermione in wonder. "Oh, you mean the wool? You still have wool-stuffed mattresses?"
"Why, yes Princess!" Andrew exclaimed. "Wool-stuffed mattresses feel like heaven when fluffed regularly! They are the only mattresses we own here. Why just ask young Harry here, parent they Harry?"
Harry nodded numbly, feeling awkward now. All this talk of beds and sleeping arrangements had his stomach churning uncomfortably. He could sense that Hermione too felt weird but she tried her best to mask it.
"Ah, here we are." said Andrew. Hermione looked up at a pair of two smooth mahogany doors. Deep intricate designs had been carved into the wood that looked astronomical. Andrew gently pushed the doors open to reveal one of the most beautiful rooms she had ever laid eyes on! Along the wall was a large bed draped in violet with a large silk canopy that hung above the bed attached to the wall. Diagnal from the bed was a massive hearth in the corner with a roaring fire and poufy armchairs and Ottoman. Paintings filled the walls along with sconces and candle holders. The decor was amazing! This Palace was quickly becoming a favorite of hers and she had only been there for less than a half-an-hour.
"It's beautiful." she muttered. Andrew smiled.
"Why, yes. It is among the favorites of Queen Lily, although I believe she prefers the Scarlet Room above all." Andrew commented off hand. He smiled as he watched Hermione look about. He stole a glance at Harry and sighed, shaking his head. Harry had entered the room unfazed. He had been in this room many times before. He removed his cape and tossed it aside atop one of the armchairs in the corner.
Hermione was now out on the balcony admiring the view. Harry plopped down into the armchair across from the fire. He sighed and massaged his temples as he attempted to relax.
"Sire, I just wanted to let you know that all of your belongings for the week have been made ready for the both of you. You will find your attire in that wardrobe there and Princess Hermione's is that one there." said Andrew as he pointed in two directions. "Breakfast will be at it's usual time at eight o'clock, and if you need anything else, Sire, I shall be but a call away." And with that, Andrew bowed respectively and exited the room, closing the doors behind him.
Harry sat there and stared into the warm fire. Oh man, this is going to be some night. he thought in annoyance. Deciding to worry about that later, Harry stood up and made his way towards his wardrobe as he began to undo his intricate robes. They are doing this to punish me, probably.Trying to get me back for all the pranks I pulled on them, heh. Harry thought as he recalled his childhood in this well-known palace. They could easily fix up another room if they wanted to! It wouldn't take anytime at all. Andrew is just using "orders" as an excuse! Harry thought angrily. I mean, we're married! They have gotten what they wanted, why did they have to go and do this? They were just making it harder on us. Plus, Hermione seems to be a little peeved. Can't say i blame her much. thought Harry as he remembered his confession to the princess. Harry closed his eyes and sighed, shaking his head. He didn't mean to hurt her, but he had to tell her the truth. She had to know that his heart lay somewhere else!
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Hermione stood solemnly upon the balcony. The view was gorgeous and above her the stars winked and twinkled with delight; she only wished she could join in with them! I mean, I should be happy, after all this is my wedding day! Hermione thought sarcastically. She sighed and leaned against the stone railing of the balcony with her arms. The mountains were darkly silhouetted against the navy sky, small lights illuminating them softly, showing the deep dips of valleys and high peaks the mountains each had. She stared out on the ocean before her. The sound of the waves breaking on the shore helped soothe her nerves a bit as she strained her eyes to see across the ocean. Could that be...? she wondered. She stood up and leaned her upper body over the railing, trying to enhance her sight. Is that... Ravenclaw? she thought in wonder. Is Ravenclaw that close? Just across the small bit of ocean? Hermione leaned back upon her heels and smiled. The closeness of her Kingdom made her relax a bit and calmed her. The familiarity warmed her. Hermione glanced softly behind her at the soft white curtains that were wafting between the balcony and the room. She sighed, her smile being replaced with a nervous expression! Might as well get this night over with. she thought.
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As Hermione stepped through the billowing white curtains, her breath caught when she caught sight of her newly-made husband. There, across the room, stood Harry in naught but his deep green pajama pants and bare chest. Hermione stood there quietly for a moment, frozen to the spot, as she watched Harry toss his cloak and robes into the wardrobe. She had to admit, whether it be training, quidditch, or just plain Gryffindorian air, whatever it was did him wonders!!! She felt her cheeks burn as she found it difficult to turn her gaze from him.
Sensing the gaze of sight upon him, Harry turned his head to see Hermione standing within the room, stock-still, gazing at him; her cheeks a deep crimson. Hermione quickly turned her her eyes away and blushed harder at being caught. She fiddled with her dress as she mumbled a soft 'sorry'.
Harry, too, blushed slightly, but couldn't help but find Hermione's obvious embarrassment adoring. He tried to think of something to say but thought hard, not wanting to say something stupid or embarrassing.
"It's ok, Hermione." he told her. She looked up at him quickly before throwing her gaze back to the floor, smiling in response. "They brought all of your belongings up,so if you want to change, your wardrobe is right over there." he said, gesturing with a toss of his head in the direction of her wardrobe.
"Thank you." she said as she smiled and made her way across the room. After she had pulled out her intended items, she glanced around the room nervously. Harry, who had seated himself by the fire, a quidditch book in his hand, chuckled at her expression.
"Just behind those doors over there is an adjoining bathroom, if that is what you were looking for." he said with a smile. Hermione smiled and made her way toward the bathroom doors. After she had the door closed, she began to get ready for bed. She was starting to feel really nervous now. The night was dwindling to a close and soon she and Harry would have to go to bed soon. The only problem with that was.... there was only one bed!!! What were they going to do? Where were they going to sleep??
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As she slipped into her sleeping gown, Hermione suddenly found herself feeling very self-conscious. She studied her reflection in the large mirror before her. Her hands traced her flat stomach and her waist as she wondered what Harry thought of her. Surely I'm nothing compared to Cho! she thought sadly. Cho had what she thought was the perfect body - an ample chest, small thin waist, and long slender legs. She was a dark beauty with long eyelashes and deep red lips, which all contrasted against her pale skin.
Hermione stared emotionlessly at her own reflection - at her own bushy brown hair, dull brown eyes, and cream colored skin. She wouldn't tell herself she was ugly, for she didn't think she was that bad, but rather dull-looking. Yes, that was it, she was dull. Hermione smiled sadly at her thoughts. Harry will never see me as anything but a simple bookworm. she thought wryly. She didn't know why but she suddenly felt the need to impress Harry. She wanted to wow him tonight; to surprise him. She knew he didn't have feelings for her, that was a given, but she wanted to wow him nonetheless. I mean we're married, right? I'm his wife now, as he is my husband, and my life is his life regardless of past loves and dreams. This is my future now. She looked sadly over at the cosmetics upon the counter. But marriage shouldn't have to be like this! Hermione slammed her palms against the counter-top, frustrated.
Why am i thinking this way? she asked herself. What had ever happened to her out-spoken opinions? Her bold questionings? Her confident attitude? Perhaps, I never had it to begin with. she thought. She hated thinking like this. She never used to doubt herself in any way, but now...
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Harry sat quietly before the fire, his quidditch book lay forgotten atop the small table beside him as he stared into the dancing flames. Cho. All thought was bent on the foreign maiden. How he missed her. He had searched her out during the wedding, but unfortunately she left before he could talk to her.
Harry bent forward, leaning his arms upon his thighs as he stared deep into the fire. He didn't seem to hear the soft creaking of the bathroom door as he continued to stare into the embers. Suddenly, as he saw movement out of the corner of his eye, he turned his head to see a figure standing just outside the bathroom doors. For a moment Harry stared, frozen, as his mouth dropped a bit. There before him stood Hermione, in a silky scarlet nightgown, that gently kissed her knees, showing off her flattering legs. Her hair was still in its curls from the wedding, but her make up was washed and a lighter, more natural look had replaced it. Harry stared for a moment at her, amazed at what he saw. The gown seemed to hug her every curve and Harry couldn't help but wonder how she would feel in his arms. Quickly Harry shook his head, ridding him of these thoughts as he stood up.
Hermione hadn't noticed him at all as she emerged from the bathroom. She was intent on keeping her eyes plastered to the ground, embarrassed now that she had dressed up for him. Why did i do this anyways? What am i nuts? Hopefully he wont think anything of it! she thought. Oh, please, Hermione. screamed another voice in her head. He is a man! Of course he is going to notice!! Hermione cringed before looking up. A blush filled her cheeks as she noticed him looking interestingly at her. He was standing up, looking down upon her with shocked eyes. Hermione stood there as her hands played with the soft hem of her gown.
"Uh, umm," Harry stammered as he cleared his throat. Wow! was all that was running through his head at the moment. He noticed Hermione's obvious nervousness, and could only wonder what was running through her mind at the moment. "You look...."
Harry paused. Suddenly he couldn't speak. His throat caught and he was at a loss for words. Hermione looked up at him expectantly, awaiting the rest of his sentence.
".....ready for bed." he finished. Doh......you IDIOT!!! he thought as he mentally kicked himself! Hermione's expression dropped as she looked away from him.
"Oh yea, right. I... I am ... really tired." she said and turned, heading over to the massive bed. Harry took that moment to physically smack himself in the head, mortified at what he had just done! When Hermione reached the bed and began to pull down the comforter she looked over at Harry. "Oh, Harry, did you want to sleep here?"
Harry looked at her and shook his head. "Oh, no it is ok, you can take the bed." he told her. "I have the armchair right here, I'll be fine, don't worry."
Hermione raised an eyebrow and made to argue, but Harry stood firm. After a while, Hermione sighed and gave up, slipping herself tiredly beneath the heavy down-comforter. Andrew was right, these mattressesdo feel like heaven. she thought as she settled herself comfortably. She looked over at Harry who was lying in the armchair, reclined back, but looked awfully uncomfortable.
"Harry, are you sure-" she started.
"Yes. Hermione please, don't worry about me, now good night." he said softly, a chuckle ribboned throughout his words. Hermione sighed again and turned back on her side, her back facing Harry. She laid there for about twenty minutes, replaying all of the events of the day in her head. Boy what a day! As she laid there comfortably in the warmth of the bed, she began to hear struggling coming from behind her. Looking over her shoulder once again, she saw Harry tossing and turning, or at least attempting to do so, in his little armchair as he tried in vain to sleep. Sighing, Hermione gently threw the covers off of her and stood up. She walked over to where Harry slept and shook her head. Uncomfort was written all across his face, and Hermione felt a strong pang of guilt at seeing him curled oddly in his chair.
Smiling gently, Hermione bent down and placed a gentle hand upon his arm. She tried to shake him awake but failed, all she seemed to get from him were a few grunts. Hermione smiled and began to rub his upper arm. She couldn't resist, he looked so cute lying there. She was pleased to see him smile at this.
"Harry, Harry," she called softly. At first she received no response, but after calling his name once more, she watched as Harry slowly opened his eyes.
"Hmm?" he asked groggily and attempted to go back to sleep.
"Oh, no you don't." Hermione said. She grabbed hold of his arm and pulled him gently to a sitting position. "Come on Harry, stand up." Harry stood up with the help of Hermione as she held his waist to balance him. They slowly made their way toward the bed as Harry shuffled his feet sleepily. When they reached the bed, Hermione quickly pulled back the covers as Harry stood sleeping beside her, swaying slightly. Hermione giggled softly as she looked up at him. She helped him into the bed and pulled the covers over him as he smiled softly in his sleep. 'Heh, he looks justlike a little kid! ' She stood there for a moment looking at him, before she gently sat upon the bed beside him. She took that moment to look at him and take in all of his features - his hair, his square jaw, everything. As she sat there, Harry decided to move a little, knocking his glasses askew. Noticing them for the first time at that moment, Hermione gently removed the glasses and placed them upon the bed-side table. This may not be as bad as I had imagined, this marriage. she thought. She swept back a few of his bangs and was shocked at seeing his scar underneath her fingertips. She squinted her eyes as she traced the scar lightly. Never had she actually seen the scar, but she had heard of it many times before. Harry did a marvelous job at concealing it beneath his bangs, for she hadn't noticed it at all that night.
Yawning, Hermione decided it was time to sleep and gently stood from her spot next to Harry. She slowly got into bed, hoping not to disturb Harry, and settled comfortably once again within the beds warmth. She felt Harry fidget slightly as he turned in his sleep. He turned on his side, his chest facing Hermione's back, and stretched his arm across the width of the bed. Hermione blushed slightly as she felt his fingers lightly graze the small of her back.
'This is gonna be a long night!'
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Morning came sooner than Hermione had planned. She remained in bed, her eyes tightly shut to the sun's dancing glow. She felt warm and peaceful in her bed, her comforter wrapped tightly around her body as she tried to drift back to sleep. No such luck. Hermione groaned when the sound of joyous whistling filled the grand room. Hermione tried to muffle the sound with the comforter as she pulled it slightly above her ears and pressed her head down against the pillow, hoping to block the annoying sound from her ears. Again, her efforts were useless. Sighing, Hermione opened her eyes slowly and glanced toward the end of the bed. There, standing before a large table filled with trays of food, was the culprit. Andrew.
Andrew stood there whistling as two young servant maids readied what Hermione figured was their breakfast. She didn't move, not wanting him to notice her being awake, though she didn't know why she had gotten so shy all of a sudden. Andrew turned his gaze to the two royals asleep in the bed and smiled as a sweet whistle emmited from his lips.
"Yes, they shall be please indeed." he told the two girls softly. "But let us leave them now, let them sleep, for last night must have been a tiring night for them." said Andrew, Hermione knowing exactly what he was implying to. With that, Andrew and the servant girls departed the room, leaving behind a very scarlet-faced princess.
'Why that little....' Hermione was silently fuming - in an embarrassed kind of way. 'He honestly thinks that Harry andI.... wha-....what kind of person does he take me for?' thought Hermione. 'Umm... honey,' came the little voice in the back of Hermione's head again, 'I hate to break it to you, but the two of you are married, and it is only expected that you ...' 'Yea yea, i get it.' Hermione retorted.
Hermione stayed in bed for a moment, not bothering to move as she was content within the comfort of her bed. Her covers were pulled tightly around her and the warmth upon her back and abdomen was inviting. She felt warm air tickle her neck as it played with a few stray hairs of hers. She smiled sleepily but knew she should get up.
As she made to move, she stopped, surprised at the weight of the comforter. 'That's funny. Why is this comforter so heavy all of a sudden?' she thought, confused. She tried to sit up slightly but again she couldn't move. Suddenly, her eyes widened as she felt the bed move beneath her and felt something tighten around her waist. A soft moan came from just behind her and Hermione was suddenly wide-awake and aware of her exact position. The weight she was feeling wasn't the comforter at all, in fact, it was actually an arm.... Harry's arm! To make matters more interesting, the warmth she had been so relaxed in was none other than Harry's hard chest pressed tightly against her back, and his legs spooned against hersas well, his left leg actually placed atop her thigh! It had been his warm breath that had tickled her neck!
Hermione blushed ten shades of red at that moment. 'How did i not notice THIS?!?!' she thought in alarm. Hermione concluded that she had gotten so used to the feel of his body against hers during the night, that her body didn't seem to register what exactly she was feeling. ' So that explains Andrew!'
Suddenly, Harry moved in his sleep, as he tightened his grip around Hermione's waist. If it were possible, Hermione's face grew redder at what she noticed next. Apparently, throughout the night, her nightgown had hiked up a bit, because now Hermione was shyly, and slightly astoundingly, experiencing the feel of Harry's calloused fingers and palm press protectively against her soft abdominal skin. He held her tight to him, as his arm was wrapped completely around her waist. 'Good HEAVENS!!! her head screamed. What was worse, was that she was now left completely bare from her bellybutton down. Her skin tingled under his touch, and her stomach did somersaults repeatedly. Again Hermione felt the familiar feeling of a warm blossom blooming in her stomach as Harry's leg rubbed against hers as he snuggled into her more, digging his nose into the crook of her neck, and Hermione could feel the muscles in his legs and thighs through his pajama pants. Hermione could feel the heat rising in her cheeks to incredible numbers as he did this. 'Oh my God! What do i do?'
Hermione threw the comforter down to her waist and went to move his arm from around her. At first she tried to push it off of her gently, but that failed as he just tightened his hold. Next she tried to lift his arm, but again his arm proved a bother as it refused to depart with her warm skin. He had her completely wrapped under his arm and held tightly to his chest. Hermione couldn't help but feel like a stuffed animal in the arms of a frightened little child. Hermione stopped for a moment, sighing. A part of her couldn't help but enjoy the closeness and intimacy she was experiencing with the prince. 'Wait...What?!?!' her head screamed once more. 'What in the world am I thinking? This is Harry we're talking about! I barely knew him for 24 hours!!!'
Again Harry dug his nose deep within Hermione's neck, letting out a content moan of peace. 'That's it! Harry get off!' Hermione thought as she blushed at her body's reaction to him. 'He doesn't even know it is me he's snuggling, so it doesn't count' came a thought from the back of her head. Hermione turned her body so that she was now lying on her back, and Harry immediately turned so that his chest was leaning against her shoulder, his face still in the crook of her neck. Hermione 'eep'ed as she felt Harry press his knee between her thighs unconsciously. 'Oh my GOD!'
"Harry!" she cried out loud, slightly slapping his arm. He didn't budge. 'What the heck.... he sleeps like a ROCK!!' Hermione tried to get his leg to move by pressing her thighs together, but failed miserably once more. 'Oh, I am going to kill him...'
After what seemed like an eternity, Hermione finally was able to wriggle herself loose of his grip. The first thing she did was crawl over toward the edge of the bed and pull the rest of her nightgown down until it rested at her knees. Hermione had to admit for a moment she missed the warmth from Harry, but quickly shook it from her mind. 'That is the last time i sleep near him!'
Harry began to move, suddenly feeling chilled at the loss of warmth he was so enjoying a moment before. Harry slowly began to open his eyes as he groaned. The light of the sun hit his eyes strongly and Harry blinked a few times to relieve the spots. Finally his eyes focused upon Hermione, who was sitting at the far side of the bed glaring softly down at him. He pulled himself up to a sitting position as he rubbed his eyes a bit. He yawned and stretched, hearing his shoulders, elbows and back crack. He took a moment to look at his surroundings.
"Hey, wasn't I.... how did i get over here?" he asked Hermione. She continued to glare, though a furious blush decided to show itself again. She mumbled a low something about her moving him and how uncomfortable he looked. Harry smiled and nodded. "Thanks, but why? You didn't have to, I'm sure i would have been fine."
Hermione again mumbled under her breath, her embarrassment almost unbearable. Harry again stretched and let out a loud yawn.
"Ahh, that was some night's sleep! I feel great, how 'bout you Hermione?" Hermione just snuffed as she stood up and reached for the nearest silk bathrobe and tied it tightly around her small form.
"Yea...great..." she muttered. Harry looked at her, perplexed. 'What's wrong with her?' Harry watched as Hermione made her way over to the table where the two maids and Andrew had been at before. She looked at over at all the different types of breakfasts that had been laid out for them. She smiled and looked over at Harry who still hadn't gotten out of bed. "Hey, ya better get over here before all this gets cold."
Harry didn't need being told twice. He left the warm bed behind as he went to join his wife.
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Later on that day, Harry took Hermione out on a "Grand Tour" of the palace and town. He showed her all of his old favorite spots, including the roof of the Northern Tower, the Bay, and a few hidden pathways to and from the city and Palace. Hermione thoroughly enjoyed the the little town. The beaches weren't over populated at all, the shops were quaint and inviting and the little bustling ocean-town was full of life. Harry took her out to eat at a restaurant that over looked the harbor.
"And if you look over there, you can see Rowena's Lighthouse. See it?" Harry pointed out. Hermione nodded as she strained to see over the large ocean. "It is a lot more noticeable at night, after dusk, and is more of a sight at night."
"I had no idea you could see it from here!" she said truthfully. She and Harry were sitting at one of the best tables in the restaurant, as they admired the magnificent view. The sun was just beginning to set and the sky was a rainbow of colors - Blues, reds, oranges, and pinks. It was beautiful.
Harry looked over at Hermione and stole a quick glance. He was amazed at how pretty she looked in the setting light of the sun. He didn't understand why, but being around her was relaxing. She helped sooth his feelings towards Cho in an ironic sort of way. Though it was their marriages fault he and Cho were separated, it was Hermione that was helping to calm him. Harry smiled as he leaned back a bit in his chair and watched her admire the ocean view.
"Yes. And over there, is what is named 'The Gryffin's Peak'. Atop the peak is yet another lighthouse." Harry told her. "It is said that that is the very peak that Sir Liam leapt from in order to swim to the Princess Sera, whom he loved but was denied."
Hermione sat there in wonder. "Really? He leapt from that peak? Why?" Harry looked at her with an eyebrow raised.
"You mean to tell me you haven't heard the tale of The Lion and the Eagle?" Hermione shook her head and Harry smiled.
"Well," started Hermione. "Aren't you going to tell me?" Harry smiled at her and nodded.
"Yes, but first, let me just sit here and enjoy this while it last, please." he said. Hermione furrowed her eyebrows.
"Enjoy what?"
"Enjoy knowing something you don't know! It really feels great... is this how you feel all the time?" he asked. Hermione laughed and slapped his arm playfully. Harry just grinned.
"So.... come on, tell me the story!" Harry nodded.
"Well, it is said that about 1500 years ago, there lived two dominating wizarding tribes upon this island - the people of the Lions and the people of the Eagles. They were bitter enemies and fought constantly for total domination of the island. Amongst these two tribes were two royals - Sir Liam, Prince of the Lions and Princess Sera of the eagles. It had been during a major battle between the two tribes that these two met. Princess Sera had been captured by the Prince's forces, though unknowing to them she was the princess, and was brought back to his stronghold. She was feisty, strong-willed and witty. Not to mention very intelligent. At first she and the Prince, who was confident, playful and slightly arrogant, fought non-stop. They were constantly at each other's throats fighting and bickering but then something happened. The Prince had been attacked by outside enemies and the first life he was determined to protect... was the Princesses.
"He fought with his life to protect her, who had been injured during the escape. She watched helplessly as Sir Liam fought, out-numbered and weakening. Finally, he was able to escape and carried the princess to safety. It was then that the two realized their feelings for the other. Princess Sera nursed Sir Liam back to health as he swore to protect her always. After that, a secret romance bloomed between the two and they fell into a deeper love than they could have ever imagined; but that was about to end!
"Soon after the attack of the others, Sir Liam was then attacked by the Eagle's strongest legion of men. The Prince was badly hurt and eventually knocked unconscious while the Princess was taken back to her land; across the ocean. When the Prince finally came to his senses, his heart broke at learning he was not able to keep the Princess. He tried to get her back, proclaiming his love for her to all that would listen, but he was denied her and banned to ever see her again. He fought; he fought with his own tribe and with hers, trying in vain to have them see what kind of love he felt for her. Still he was denied her. As time grew longer, the two couldn't stay parted any longer. Sir Liam would then climb to that peak and call out her name. He'd sit there, day and night calling for her, and she would answer while standing at that very spot Rowena's Lighthouse sits, in a beautiful song. This went on until finally the Prince leapt into the ocean and began to swim to her. She too leapt and swam to meet him.
"It is said that two met in the middle weak and tired, but driven by power of their love for each other. I do not know how it was that either survived the swim or how they got out, but when they did, the two were married, despite their parents wishes, and united the feuding tribes. That became the first united Lion and Eagle and their children - the first Gryffins. They say that that is how the first of the Gryffins in this world came to be.
"Sir Godric of Gryffindor chose the symbol of a lion and the name of a Gryffin because of this tale. He said that this tale expressed a great deal of love, determination and strength, which were the foundations he wanted for his mighty Kingdom. He said that they weren't afraid to fight, that they weren't afraid to show their feelings - feelings that went against their entire beliefs! He said that brought courage, and for a Kingdom to flourish healthily you must harbor courage and strength, regardless of what others thought or believed - that you must follow your beliefs and fight with honor to retrieve them. That is the foundation of Gryffindor - that is what each of us are taught from a young age. And this tale is a reminder to all Gryffindorians, that you can do anything if you put your heart and soul into it - with determination and strength, you can fight any battle or swim across any ocean!"
Harry finished and smiled at the look of wonder on Hermione's face. She stared interestingly at the man before her, totally captivated by the story he just told.
"Wow," was all she muttered for a moment. Finally she looked over to where Harry had pointed before - The Gryffin's Peak. "So that is where he leapt from? Why is it called the Gryffin's Peak - wasn't he a Lion?" Harry laughed and rubbed his neck.
"Yes well, it is named after the Gryffin, primarily because that was where the first Gryffin born to Sir Liam and Princess Sera was both conceived and born." Harry smiled slightly as Hermione let out a simple "Oh."
She continued to look between the two lighthouses. 'What a long swim!' she thought. 'The must have really loved each other!'
"So how did they meet? I mean in the middle of the ocean... what did they do when they reached each other?" she asked.
"Well, if you look over there, you'll see that right directly in the center of the lighthouses is a shallow sandbar. Funny isn't it. We don't know how it got there but..." Harry trailed off as he looked out into the ocean. Hermione smiled. She enjoyed the little story a lot. She continued to think about it. 'How romantic. They swam across a long length of ocean just to be together! The Lion and the Eagle...' Then Hermione began to laugh softly. Harry looked over at her, perplexed.
"What?" he asked in an amused tone. Hermione just waved her hand as she willed herself to stop laughing.
"It's just that... its ironic. The Lion and the Eagle.... kind of symbolic of Gryffindor and Ravenclaw, huh?" Harry looked at her and smiled. 'Yea, she's right'.
"You know i never thought of it that way. Their symbols are a Lion and an Eagle too, huh?" Hermione nodded and Harry smiled. "Kinda similar to us, forced together and all."
"Yes but we don't hate each other." Hermione pointed out.
"Yet." said Harry playfully. The two laughed for a moment. 'The only way to go from here is...' both royals thought. They both blushed and turned their attention to the ocean as the same thoughts were running through their minds. '...falling in love.'
'I shouldn't be thinking like this!! He's in love with someone else!!' Hermione scolded herself.
'I shouldn't be thinking like this!! I'm in love with someone else!!' Harry yelled. The two of them shot a quick glance at each other before turning and blushing again. Finally, Harry cleared his throat and called for the check.
"How about I show you the rest of the town?" he said as he stood up and offered his hand. Hermione smiled and graciously took it.
The rest of the night went smoothly enough and the two headed home in good spirits. 'Harry isn't so bad.' Hermione thought. 'He's a gentleman, and he's funny and .... totally unavailable emotionally.' she concluded. She sighed heavily as they walked up the main staircase of the Palace.
"Hey, you ok?" Harry looked down at her. She just smiled and nodded her head.
"Yes, I'm fine, just a bit tired i guess." she said. "All I wanna do is sleep!" Then she remembered this morning and her face filled with a deep blush. "Oh, and by the way Harry, there is a little matter of personal space that I have been meaning to talk to you about!!!"
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It seemed as their lives progressed, their relationship did not. At first, all throughout their "honeymoon" they seemed to get along quite well. She and Harry would laugh or talk or just hang around, content with the other, but soon after their arrival back to the Gryffindor castle their relationship seemed to go downhill. Now a month later, they really began to see the other's selves. Harry would slack a bit on his royal duties to go and play with Ron and the twins, or Sirius - which bothered Hermione to no end! She couldn't understand why it was so difficult for him to attend the few meetings he was required to attend, as she always did!! He always arrived late, disrupting the flow of the meeting, and would ask countless questions.
Hermione on the other hand, was just as a bother to Harry now as he was to her. She constantly buried herself deep within a pile of books every morning, noon, and night! She reprimanded him constantly for being late to meetings and not caring in the least what was happening to his Kingdom. And all she did was nag, nag, nag, nag, nag, nag and nag! It was driving him crazy!!
"I mean, what happened to the 'fun-loving curious girl' that i had spent the week with? I mean, this girl is like ... Dr. Jeckyl and Mr. Hide!!!" screamed Harry, frustrated, as he threw yet another dart horribly off course, which seemed to land frightfully near the face of a portrait man and his card buddies. What was wrong with him? He never misses at darts? Ron, Seamus, Serenity and the twins were all in Harry's common room - or more like a game room - listening to Harry vent out his frustration of his wife to the poor unsuspecting dart board and wall, which he repeatedly seemed to miss! "Dammit!"
"Dr. Jeckyl and Mr. Hide, huh?" asked an amused Ron as he pulled three darts out of the wall and portrait and began to throw them himself. Harry nodded as he ran a hand through his hair.
"Yea, it is like... the second she gets a taste of responsibility...POOF! She becomes this ... monster with a sole purpose to.... to annoy the hell out of me!!" yelled Harry. The others just laughed at their Prince.
"Listen, mate. I'll tell you what to do!" said George. But as he was about to coach his friend in the matters of marriage and women, a knock was heard at the doors. "You may enter." he said regally.
"Good Evening Harry." came the voice of his father. Harry looked up tiredly. There in the doorway stood his parents. "May we speak to you for a moment?"
Harry nodded and made his way out of the room and into the hallway with his parents. Serenity got up too, and left the common room.
"I'll be back Harry, I just want to see how Hermione is doing." With that she left down the hall. Harry turned to his parents.
"Yes?"
"Harry, we wanted to tell you that we have decided to take a trip up to Godric's Hollow once more, as a family, for Halloween tomorrow. Seeing as Sirius, Lady Sapphire and Serenity are leaving back to their Kingdom tomorrow, we might also depart for a trip after they are seen off." said King James. Harry looked at his father.
"Yea, ok. Sure." he said. "When are we leaving?
"Tomorrow afternoon."
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By the next morning everything had been ready for the trip. Harry was now standing at the bottom of the entrance staircase along with his parents and half the staff to see Sirius and his family off.
"Are you sure you have to go?" asked Hermione. Serenity nodded and hugged her friend.
"Yes, I have vacationed here long enough, it is time I go back and continue with my duties as a Princess. I am still going to try and win the approval of my people to help aid the 3 Kingdoms in this war. I have a lot of work ahead of me! Keep in touch ok!" said Serenity. She smiled and hugged Hermione once more. Serenity turned to Harry then. She smiled sadly as she was sad to have to leave.
"Listen Harry, take care of Hermione ok." Harry looked at her, and nodded numbly. She smiled at him and shook her head. "I'll miss you." she said as she hugged him.
"I'll miss you too!" he told her. She pulled away and touched his cheek.
"Try and be nice to Hermione, alright. She needs some support here, she is alone in a new kingdom without her usual family and friends. Please, cut her some slack." said Serenity softly in a whisper. Harry nodded and shot a quick glance at Hermione who was saying good-bye to Serenity's parents. Suddenly he felt kind of bad for her.
"Ok, Serenity, I'll try." Serenity smiled and hugged him once more before saying good-bye to the rest.
Harry and the others watched as Sirius and his family pulled out. Li rode a brilliant stallion behind the carriage as guardian, along with other guardians over the family.
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It was nearing evening now when the Gryffindor Royal family exited their carriage. The Weasleys had come as well as Hermione's parents. Hermione was glad to see her parents and embraced them tightly. Harry frowned as he felt another pang of guilt hit his stomach. He would treat her better.... he had to!
While they ate, they were surprised to see Albus Dumbledore entered the dining hall. He was dressed in his usual purple robes but he wore a traveling cloak and hat as well. Harry suppressed a chuckle as he regarded his dress. Hermione too seemed to be battling herself as well for her face was a slight reddish and her eyes cast down, a large smile plastered across her face.
The Professor ate dinner with the Royals, but afterwards called for a meeting with the Gryffindors, saying it was urgent. When the King and Queen rose to discuss matters with the Headmaster, Hermione too rose to leave. She then turned back to Harry.
"Harry aren't you coming?" she asked. Harry looked up at her and nodded. He stood up and walked out of the hall. He then turned to Ron and the twins who were following them.
"Yes, just a moment Hermione." he told her. "Ron, Fred and George, come with me for a moment there's something I want to-"
"But, Harry! Professor Dumbledore said that it was urgent." she interrupted, her voice in a scolding tone. Harry turned to her, slightly annoyed.
"Yes, Hermione, I am aware of that. But there is something i need to do first." he told her. She huffed and looked at him with an eye raised.
"Well, is it more important than this meeting? I have a feeling it isn't!" she said. She folded her arms across her chest as she said this. Harry could feel the heat rise in his face as he fought the urge to scream at her.
"Listen Hermione, I'll be there in a minute. I don't know why you are so upset? Why don't you just leave me be for a moment?!" said Harry in a frustrated tone. Hermione stared at him incredulously.
"What do you mean? You don't know why I am so upset? Harry, this is your Kingdom! You have a duty to it and you must be there when meetings like these are called!" she retorted. "You seem to have no care for Gryffindor at all! You put things before your Kingdom that are in no way above Gryffindor! How do you expect to be a great ruler if you know nothing of how it is run or-"
"Hermione!" screamed Harry, now seething. "Will you just shut-up! How dare you accuse me of such things? I know where my duties lie, no thanks to you! And I do care about Gryffindor, more than you know! What I can't stand at the moment is you! You're always harping at me!! Always nagging! Why can't you just leave me be, for once!!"
Harry then stopped, realizing what he had just said. He was breathing laborously as he stared at Hermione. 'Oh God, what did i just do?' He could see the tears welling up in her eyes and suddenly felt his heart tearing. Her lower lip quivered but he could see she was trying to stop it, trying not to show her tears. Harry felt horrible. He stepped closer to try and soothe her, his face showing his remorse, but Hermione pushed him away. She shoved at his chest and ran passed him and down the hall heading for the western wing.
Harry stared after her, unknowing of what to do. He wanted to chase after her and apologize, but something inside of him told him it was best to let her be. He turned back to Ron and the others.
"Listen guys, I've got to go to that meeting. I'll see you guys later." The others nodded and watched Harry leave.
When he got to the meeting he found that Hermione was not there. He sighed and frowned. His mother could sense something was wrong but didn't say anything. The meeting went on, but Harry couldn't seem to get Hermione's face out of his mind. 'She had looked so hurt! Oh, man, why did I say that?' He continued to ponder on ways to make it up to her.
Suddenly, about an hour into the meeting, a small servant boy ran into the office room, panting and pale. He apologized to the royals.
"Forgive me, Your Majesties, but there has been a break in!" he yelled. King James stood up quickly, along with Dumbledore and Harry.
"What?"
"A break in Sire, a Troll!!"
"Where? How did he get in?" asked the King. The little boy shook his head.
"I'm not sure Sire, but it was roaming the lower dungeons. It's destroyed the lower part of the moat on the western wall!" Suddenly Harry's insides churned unpleasantly. 'Western Wall?....... Hermione.....'
Harry leapt from his spot next to his father and darted past the servant, ignoring his mother's calls. 'Oh my God! What have I done? Hermione could be in serious danger!' Harry's mind was reeling. He had a foreboding sense of dread in the pit of his stomach as he raced in the direction he last saw his wife go. All of a sudden, Ron came bounding up beside him. Apparently he too had heard the news of the Troll.
His heart pounded in his chest as he reached the lower floor to where Hermione had always loved to go - she said that the view of the courtyard there was beautiful. As he raced to get there, he suddenly froze in his tracks, his heart skipping a beat. A blood-curtling scream came ringing from down the hall as Harry saw the shadow of the beast walking straight towards Hermione's spot.
"Hermione!"
~Fhew!! Finally!!! It is done!!!
Now i know for the wedding night, many were expecting something a little different..... but i felt the approach i took was the best for what i have in mind! Sorry to all those who may be disappointed!
Also, i wanted to add that the line Harry uses -- "Enjoy knowing something you don't know! It really feels great... is this how you feel all the time?" -- that is from National Treasure. I just wanted to point it out that i used it... i couldn't help it... it fit perfectly in there and sorta put itself there...hehe....well just wanted to add that in!