The last time I saw you, you turned away
I couldn't see with the sun shining in my eyes
I said hello but you kept on walking
I'm going deaf from the sound of the freeway
The last time I saw you, you turned away
I couldn't hear with your voice ringing in my ears
Do you remember where we used to sleep at night?
I couldn't feel you; you're always so far away
I don't, don't wanna take you home
Please don't, don't make me sleep alone
If I could, I'd only wanna make you smile
If you wanna stay with me a while
Make You Smile by +44
O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o.O
Hermione-
Hello dear. We're sorry we haven't been able to reply as quickly as normal. The office has been full up for the past three weeks. Your father has had to put in overtime in effort to finish up all of his patients. Apparently, late November to early December is when most people book their dentist appointments? It would seem so.
In response to your question, we would still love to have Harry come home with you for holiday break. Your father won't admit to this, but we're both extremely happy about your new relationship. Personally, I think Harry is a wonderful boy and he cares a lot about you. Don't let him go.
You two will be arriving at 10.00 on the fifteenth, right? Your father and I will both be there to pick you up. On the twentieth, we're heading to nana and papa's for Christmas there and then on the twenty-seventh, we'll be heading to grandma and grandpa's until New Year's.
So, how is school going? We hope your exams go well dear. Knowing you, you'll be studying for the next two weeks non-stop. Just remember to come up for air once in a while? It'll help clear your mind and prepare you more. Tell Harry we wish him luck as well.
We love you and miss you. See you soon.
Mum and Dad
"Harry?" Hermione called from the couch in the Heads' dorm. Harry stuck his head out of his bedroom door and looked at his girlfriend.
"What's up?" he answered.
"You're still up for coming home with me for Christmas, right?" Hermione asked. Harry nodded.
"Sure," he replied. He was hesitant for a second before continuing. "You told your parents about us, right?" She nodded.
"Your father isn't going to come at me with a cricket bat or anything, is he?" Harry asked. Hermione laughed.
"Heaven's no," she replied. "He likes you. He might be a little distant at first because you're dating me, but he'll come around again."
"So I won't have to sleep with my eyes open?" Harry asked.
"No," Hermione replied, laughing still. She patted the cushion beside her and Harry came down the stairs. "What are you doing up there anyway?"
"I was organizing my room," Harry said. "It was getting a little messy, even for me." Hermione smiled.
"I like that you have good cleaning habits," she said. "It makes you even more attractive." Harry grinned.
"You know what else makes me attractive?" he asked.
"Hm, no, what?" she replied, smiling at him. Harry leaned in but stopped just short of her lips.
"This," he said before he closed the distance between them. Hermione threaded her hand through his hair.
He was right. It did add to his attractiveness.
O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o.O
She was sitting in between his legs with a book open in her lap. He was leaning comfortably against the front of the couch. They were in front of the fire with their lounging clothes on.
Harry sighed. It had been three hours. Three hours of nothing but hearing pages turn in books he didn't understand. He had tried reading over her shoulder but stopped when he ran into questions like what are the quantum fluctuations of negative energy and why can't there be spontaneous symmetry breaking infinite volume?
What the hell was spontaneous symmetry, anyway? Could you even have negative energy?
Harry didn't know. But what he did know, was that his girlfriend wasn't paying any attention to him. And he didn't like it one bit.
"Harry," Hermione sighed. "What are you doing?"
"Distracting you," Harry mumbled. He put his lips back on her neck. Her body betrayed her thoughts and her head leaned back on its own accord to give him better access.
"Why?" she asked.
"Because it's been three hours since you started studying Arithmancy and three hours since you've said one word to me," Harry replied. "I miss you."
"I'm right here," she stated.
"Yeah, but you aren't here," Harry said. "You're off in equation and difficult material land."
"As I should be," Hermione replied. "My exam for Arithmancy is tomorrow afternoon. I need to study."
"But you've been studying all week," Harry whined. "Every time I see you, you have your head stuck in a book. And anyway, you're at the top of that class. I think you can afford to not study for one night." Hermione set her book aside and then placed her hands on his knees so she could turn to face him. She didn't have time to reply before Harry's lips were on hers. She couldn't help it, she kissed him back.
She did like it when he kissed her. He was gentle and caring. He made her feel safe and warm. He was just a really good kisser.
But she needed to study. She had exams. And she couldn't afford to loose a point on them. This year was what would make her or break her if she wanted to become a Healer at St. Mungo's.
But he was a really good kisser…
And she would really loose points if she continued like this…
"Harry," she broke the kiss. "I can't, not now." She made the mistake of looking at him and almost said screw studying, but she stopped herself. She did have to hand it to her boyfriend though. He could put on a mean pout when he wanted to. She sighed.
"I'm sorry," she said. She brushed his short bangs from his forehead and laid a soft kiss there before standing up and grabbing her book.
"I'll be in my room," she said gently before going up the stairs. Her bedroom door closed behind her with a quiet click.
Harry sighed and leaned back against the couch once more. A sigh escaped his mouth. Sometimes it sucked that she worried about her grades that much.
O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o.O
Exam week was finally over. The morning of holiday break finally had come and the students couldn't have been more relieved.
"Good morning mate," Ron said as Harry joined the Gryffindors at the table in the Great Hall.
"Morning," he mumbled back. Ron looked at Hermione who sighed and rolled her eyes. He was still grumpy.
"He's mad at me," she said. Harry kept quiet and chose to stare at his eggs and bangers while he ate.
"Why?" Ron asked, looking between Harry and Hermione. Hermione sighed.
"I didn't pay attention to him this week at all because I was studying for exams," Hermione replied. Ron laughed and looked at Harry, who looked up from his plate and glared.
"Come on mate, its Hermione," he said. "Of course she's going to study more than anyone else in the school." Harry grumbled.
"Yeah, let's see what you would say if Luna ignored you for a week because she was too busy reading a book," he replied. Ron didn't answer and Harry nodded, satisfied with his `answer'.
"Harry, baby," Hermione said. "I'm sorry." Harry looked over at his girlfriend and stared at her. Hermione almost smiled. He was doing his pout again. She reached over and put a palm to his cheek and leaned in closer.
"I'm sorry. You know I missed you too," she said softly. Harry sighed and nodded. Hermione kissed him softly before going back to her breakfast.
"Did you finish packing?" Hermione asked Harry. Swallowing, Harry nodded and replied.
"Yeah, it's sitting by the back of the couch. What time is it?" he asked.
"Seven forty-five," Hermione replied. "We need to get going if we want a good seat on the train."
"We'll meet you there mate," Harry said. He stood from the table and waited for his girlfriend before grabbing her hand and exiting the hall.
"Bloody hell!" Ron breathed as he finally found the compartment that held his best friends. "I was about to give up and send out a search party."
"Apparently people had the same idea we did," Hermione replied. She pulled out a book and began reading. It wasn't long that the train started to leave Hogsmead Station and that Harry began to nuzzle Hermione's neck.
"Please don't read on the way there," he whispered. Hermione, without hesitation, closed her book and turned her attention to her boyfriend. He smiled at her, and she smiled back softly. He leaned in and kissed her softly.
"If you two are going to do that the entire ride, I'm out," Ron grumbled good-naturedly from across the compartment. They broke apart and rolled their eyes.
"I was giving my girlfriend a kiss," Harry said. "Relax." He pulled Hermione to his side and propped his feet up against the cushion across from his seat.
"I missed you," Harry whispered. Hermione smiled and let her head rest just to the right of her boyfriend's chin.
"I missed you too," she said, leaning up and pressing a quick kiss to the underside of Harry's jaw.
"So I'd like to think this isn't the last time we'll be able to do this in the next few weeks," Harry said, letting his head rest against the back of the seat.
"No, of course it isn't," Hermione replied.
"Because I'm pretty sure if your father catches me within a ten foot radius of you, he'll kill me," Harry said. Hermione laughed.
"Harry, it's okay. He likes you. He'll have some adjusting to do, but you'll be fine," Hermione said. "Plus, mum won't let him be obnoxious. She's thrilled we're together."
Harry looked at his girlfriend as if to say `well, if it helps you sleep at night'. He sighed and let his fall back against the seat again. At least he could curl up with her for the next few hours.
"Okay, so mum said they would be over toward the left of the parking lot," Hermione said as she and Harry crossed into muggle London. Both of them had their trunks dragging behind them in one hand while their other hand was intertwined with each others'. "And there they are!"
"Mum, Dad!" Hermione said as the two teenagers reached her parents. She dropped Harry's hand and her trunk and flung herself at her parents. Harry waited patiently as the Grangers greeted their daughter. Once Hermione separated herself from her parents, she stepped back and gave him a slight shove forward.
"Er…Merry Christmas," Harry said awkwardly. He gave them a sheepish smile and rubbed the back of his neck. Hermione bit her lip in effort to stop from smiling at her boyfriend.
"Merry Christmas dear," Hermione's mother said. She stepped forward and enveloped him in a gentle hug, which he returned. He smiled at her and then looked at Hermione's father. A lump formed in his throat.
"Merry Christmas…sir," Harry said. He extended his hand and looked at David. Immediately he wished he hadn't. The glare on her father's face wasn't exactly welcoming. Harry's eyes widened. Imperceptibly, Elizabeth elbowed her husband.
"Merry Christmas, Harry," David said, shaking the boy's hand. Harry blanched. He didn't remember David having such a strong grip. With the greetings taken care of, David took his daughter's trunk and hoisted it into the car.
"I told you your father hates me!" Harry hissed to his girlfriend. Hermione rolled her eyes.
"He does not hate you," Hermione replied.
"Yes, yes he does! Did you see the look he gave me? It didn't exactly say welcome to the family son," Harry whispered.
"Harry, you're fine. I promise," Hermione said to him.
"You're going to think that all the way until one morning when you find me dead in my bed because he killed me! No, you won't even find me. I'll just be gone!" Harry raved. It wasn't hard to hear their exchange, and Elizabeth couldn't help but giggle to herself slightly. David had an oddly satisfied smile on his face as he made room in the back of his car.
"Get in the car Harry. You will be fine. Now stop worrying," Hermione said, rolling her eyes. She gave him a soft kiss on his lips and then went around to get into the car. Harry thanked God that David had his back to them, because he had the feeling that if David had seen that, he would no longer be standing. Shaking his head and muttering under his breath, Harry went around the other side of the car after he added his trunk to the boot of the car.
As David closed the trunk, Elizabeth looked at her husband with a raised eyebrow.
"What?" he asked.
"You could be a little nicer, you know," Elizabeth said. David shrugged.
"I'm not being mean," he replied.
"You aren't being welcoming either," his wife said in turn. David rolled his eyes.
"Honey, I need to put the fear of God in that boy. If he so much as touches a hair on our daughter's head, he will be gone without a trace," David said. Elizabeth had to laugh.
"David, sweetheart, this is Harry we're talking about. Do you honestly think he'd do anything to Hermione that she wouldn't want?" Elizabeth asked.
"And she's not going to want anything, so he's not going to do anything. And I'm going to make sure he understands that," David replied. "I still like him, don't get me wrong. I think he's a very nice, intelligent, respectful young man but that doesn't mean anything right now. As of now, he is my daughter's boyfriend. He is a boy with raging hormones, and he will be in close quarters with her for the next two and a half weeks."
"David, they're in a lot closer quarters at school so anything they've done has already been done. Get over it and get in the car," Elizabeth said, rolling her eyes. "Now!" She went around to her side of the car as David went to his.
As the car was put into motion, David adjusted the rear view mirror. Harry happened to look up and catch his eye. There was minimal eye contact, but it was enough to certainly put the fear of God in Harry. Harry shifted more toward the door of the car and looked out the window. Satisfied, David put on a happy smile and continued driving.
(TBC)
Don't kill me…please? :)
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