Our Secret

Hermione Granger

Rating: G
Genres: Romance
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 6
Published: 20/04/2006
Last Updated: 20/04/2006
Status: completed

One-Shot. Hermione’s POV. The secret of love; hidden from all. Always a secret, and no one knows.

Chapters

1. Our Secret

1. Our Secret

AN: this is a one-shot… it is very short and has no plot what so ever. It is written in Hermione's POV. Wonderful poetry and beta reading by Marissa Black, who is amazing and I would hug her if we were anywhere near each other! Thanks Rissa!

Our secret rose of love

The rose of love blossomed when we first touched

And grew into something beautiful as we watched

It grew and grew with only our knowing

And we continued to love each other without it showing

It was a secret between you and me

For we were always meant to be

You are the star that shines in my heart

And be sure that we will never part

Whatever people say, I am yours and you are mine

This rose of love is our symbol and sign

You are the pure light in my soul

And the fragrance that bathes my body whole

You are my shining moon at day

And the sun at night you will always stay

For you I will give my life, soul and heart

I dream of the day of our bondage and our start

But alas! This evil stands between us and our joy

We are young and we love each other; girl and boy

But why does it have to be between us only

Sometimes, without you, I feel so lonely

But that hope still remains in me

To see us together, blissful and happy

But when will that day dawn?

When will our first child be born?

I dream of this day, all day and night

I just want to finish and end this fight

So we can be together and tell everyone

That we were always the love birds under the sun

Will they accept us? You and me?

Will they understand our love and see?

I hope they will, for I cannot bear

To see our love torn open without any care

When I fall ill, you were my cure

When I think of you, I feel secure

When I see you smile

I sit and stare at you for a while

When you give me a gift or flower

I wish I could just kiss you on the hour

You don't know how much I care

How much pain for you I am willing to bear

For you are my guiding light when it was dark

And our love has pierced its eternal mark

You are my hope when I am down

For you, a million times I will drown

I just can't describe my feelings to you

Or my thoughts and my impressions too

I just want our love to last forever

And never see the day of parting. Never

I want everyone to be aware

That we love each and always care

And someday our secret rose of love will be revealed

I love you and you love me; our fate is sealed.

Marissa BlackBy:

Our Secret…

A kiss when no one was looking, a kiss in between classes, in a deserted corridor, up in the Astronomy Tower during our night patrols, it all happened.

Stolen kisses are what they were. They were sweet and they spoke more than our words. They spoke of promise, hope and of course, our love for each other.

An `accident' touch of the others' hand, secret smiles, `innocent' pecks on the cheek and disguised meaningful looks. All this happened in the preying eyes of the public.

Staying around late in the library and walking back together to the Common Room while holding hand, staying up late in the Common Room and meeting up in secret during night or day, it never mattered to us, as long as we saw each other.

And then there were those secret notes and letters written in invisible ink, which could only be read by the receiver. An elegant rose left in a random place in public or in private; they symbolized our secret love.

According to the hounding student-body I had a `secret admirer' and of course he played along. It was fun and all a secret, our secret and no one seemed to get it. Every time a gift or a rose or a note was delivered he was always there, along with every other person gathered around me, to see what my `secret admirer' had sent me this time. He was always smiling or laughing at my pleased shocked looks as I opened the lid to find yet another exquisite gift or another beautiful rose.

Once he even had a little green fairy deliver a rose to me. The fairy followed me around all day, always playing with my hair, which he said that he love because of its' unique wildness, even though it was a lot tamer than what it had once been.

The way that he would push the random strands of hair out of the way so he could get a better look at me; or play with the ideal strand that had some how gotten out of my bun. It was all little things, passed off even by the student-body, but it was the little things that showed the most affection and made the biggest impressions; these were the things that made us who we were and what we meant to each other.

He always laughed at the surprised look of pure bliss on my face at the sight of a gift, no matter how many times he gave me anything. No matter how many times I tried to tell him not to, he never stopped with the gifts and I never got over the pleasurable astonishment of receiving one. One of the best gifts I received was from him; he always knew what to get me.

One morning as I came into the Great Hall, to find him and Ron talking over breakfast, a little gray owl came flying in towards me. He flew a few circles around my head and then dropped a small box at my feet. A note attached to the front of the box read: `Surprise' and when I opened the box I found little red-jeweled key with another note, which read:

`You have the key to my heart and soul.

It is yours to do what you want with it,

As I surrender both of them to you.

I am forever yours.'

The girls at the table had seen the gray owl and had come running to me and begged me to read out the letter to them, as they couldn't read what it said because of the invisible ink it was written in. And when I read it out loud sounds of `awws' filled the air and got some of them a little teary, some with happiness and other with envy. All this time he had stayed sitting at the table and watched me, his breakfast and conversation with Ron long forgotten, smiling, always smiling. The innocent smile of love.

From that day on I wore the little red-jeweled key around my neck on a gold chain. For it gave me hope, confidence and made me feel comforted in a way, as if he was holding my hand and edging me on.

It was child's play fooling them all. They all thought I was in love with Ron, but Ron knew for a fact that I was in love with some else and also his heart already belonged to another, not me. I am happy for him, for he is like a brother to me, nothing more and nothing less. He knows that and he feels the same way.

We always found perfectly eligible reasons to be together: schoolwork, meetings to discuss our Head Boy and Girl duties, or just simply `innocent' friendly meets. It is quite easy to fool hundreds of people when you've been friends for what seems like forever.

No one noticed our secret meetings, as no one knew of them; but us, only us. And as we walked away from each other, the promise of tomorrow always hung in the air. No matter how many times we got away with it, we always pushed the limits, and though it was very inappropriate of us, we found more and more ways to push that limit; always meeting in broad day light, in a hall filled with people, coming out of strange rooms into corridors filled with people, but that was us: always the risk takers.

It was always our secret.

The quiet whispering didn't bother anyone; it was all innocent. Nobody knew and that's the way we wanted it to be. Nobody would know, until the time was right, until this war was over, and we could be together without evil breathing down our necks.

Some day it will be out in the open, for people to see us as one. Someday we will wed and I will bare him children, who I hope will come to know what they're father was. Someday people will accept us as more than just friends, but lovers. Someday we will be one, without anyone's objection, without evil to force us into hiding, without conflict.

I always dream of that day, that day when we don't have to steal our kisses or send each other anonymous gifts and notes. Someday all this will be out and we will be one.

But until that day, our growing love will be hidden, hidden until evil is destroyed and peace will reign.

But, until then, our secret rose of love will be ours and ours alone, no one has to known it exists and is growing by each passing second...

Ending A/N: for those of you reading my Reluctant Servant, I am on it, and I do apologise for the long delay. My original BETA Reader Amna, has been busy and written a very humorous piece of work and I hope you guys read it! You can read it here: http://wandering-legy.livejournal.com/4313.html#cutid1 . Thank You. And a huge thanks to Marissa again!

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