Things Don't Always Go as Planned
Chapter Seven: Why You Out of All People?
AN: Here is another update! Sorry, it's taking a little long for this story to get moving. Please be patient with me, there is just some things I plan to add to the story, before the exciting parts.
"Don't worry. It would be our little secret." she whispered into his ear before she said her goodbyes and left skipping out of the door.
'Our little secret.' Harry repeated in his head.
Shortly, after Luna left many others began to follow her. They made sure that everyone got home safely and all agreed they should do this again in the future. Hermione and Harry (Ron too, but he passed out) helped Seamus to clean up before leaving to The Burrow.
After putting Ron in his bed, Harry laid in his bed thinking who would steal sweet, innocent, Luna's heart oblivious to the thought it was always been his ginger best friend knocked out asleep in the room next to his.
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Hermione woke up bright and early the very next day. She took a quick shower before making her bed. As Hermione was fixing her sheets she heard a tap on the window. Hermione rolled her eyes to herself and continued to fix her sheets. It must be Ginny coming back from Draco's. Then the tap on the window continued again.
"Ginny you know you could just apparate into the room." Hermione said irritated as she threw her sheets on her bed and turned around to open the window.
To her surprise it wasn't Ginny, it was Chane with a letter from her mum. "Oh Chane, I'm sorry I thought you were Ginny." Hermione apologized to her light brown burrow owl. Hermione detached the letter from his foot then started to pet his head as she began to read the letter.
Dear Hermione,
It's so good to hear from you, dear. I think it's so sweet Harry cooks breakfast for the both of you every morning. I think it's even sweeter you want to make breakfast for him in return. So here is the famous recipe for my homemade chocolate chip pancakes.
55g Tablespoon of unsalted butter
240mL Whole, 2%, or 1% fat milk
280g Flour
12g Sugar
16g Baking powder
3g Salt
2 Eggs
168g Semisweet chocolate chips
Butter for cooking
In a small saucepan, combine the butter and milk. Place over on low until warm and the butter is melted. Let cool slightly. In a bowl combine the flour, sugar, baking powder, and salt; mix well.
In a large bowl, whisk the eggs with a fork. Whisk in the milk mixture. Add the dry ingredients and mix just until barely blended. Add the chocolate chips and mix.
Heat a griddle or large skillet on medium. Add a little butter and melt until bubbly. Ladle the batter for each pancake onto hot surface and cook until bubbly on the top and golden brown on the bottom. Turn and cook until golden brown on the other side, about 30 seconds more. Repeat for the rest of the batter. Remember to serve while hot.
Oh sweetie I wish I could help you out, but your father and I are needed at the office. I can't wait to hear all about the breakfast. You should owl your father and I more often, we miss you dearly. We surely can't wait to see you at the wedding. Don't forget to stop by before the wedding.
Love always,
Mum
Hermione smiled after reading the letter. She quickly made her bed before bringing the letter with the recipe to try it out. On her way downstairs she bumped into someone causing her to fall on her butt.
"Ouch.", Hermione said as she rubbed her forehead with one hand and her bottom with the other as she got up. "George?"
"Hermione?" he replied rubbing his forehead and bottom as well.
"What are you doing here, yet alone at this hour?"
"Well, Angelina and I have some great news we want to share with all of you. But more importantly, I should be asking you the same question." George answered with a smirk.
"I‒I couldn't sleep." Hermione lied.
"Oh, if you don't have anything else to do, could you help Angelina in the kitchen and help whip up some eggs?"
"Eggs?" Hermione asked.
"Yes, is there a problem?" George asked as his smirk grew.
"No.", Hermione answered before heading to the kitchen.
"Good morning, Hermione. Why up so early?" Angelina greeted as she flipped her last batch of pancakes.
"Couldn't sleep." Hermione answered as she looked around for the eggs in the refrigerator. "And George sent me to help cook eggs."
"They're over there." Angelina said pointing to the top shelf in the refrigerator.
"Thanks.", Hermione said quietly as she took a dozen of eggs.
"No problem. I'll just be setting the table, if you need any help just call." Angelina said before heading toward the dining room.
Hermione set a bowl on the table and took an egg. She hit the egg lightly on the side of the bowl and not a single scratch was made on the egg. Hermione took a deep breath. Okay let's try this again. This time she hit the egg hard against the side of the bowl causing the egg to break and making a huge mess. Hermione panicked and tried to quickly remove the egg shells.
"I saw that." a familiar voice came behind Hermione, causing her to jump.
"Harry, don't scare me like that." Hermione said. "By the way, why are you up so early?"
"Sorry, I wanted to see if you needed help making breakfast for the two of us."
"Well, I wouldn't be making breakfast for the two of us, if you helped out wouldn't it?" Hermione said cheekily as she tried to lightly crack another egg and failed miserably.
Harry took the egg from her hand, "Hermione, the trick is to not hit the egg against the bowl too soft or too hard. You need to hit it with just the right amount of force to crack the egg, not mash it.", and demonstrated perfectly cracking the egg into the bowl.
Hermione took in what Harry said and finally cracked the egg flawlessly. "I did it, Harry!" she said as she smiled at him and he smiled back.
She continued to crack the rest of the eggs into the bowl. Then she began to stir the eggs and add salt and pepper.
"Hermione, do you really know how to cook eggs?" Harry asked as he watched her stir the eggs.
"Yes, I've been cooking myself eggs for years now. Why do you ask?" she said as she raised her eyebrows in curiosity.
"It's just that you whisk eggs not stir."
"Whisk, stir what's the difference?"
"Whisking is like stirring, but vertically and you whisk toward yourself. Here", Harry said as he stood behind her and took hold of her hand to show her how to whisk properly.
Hermione felt a jolt of electricity throughout her body at his touch. With that touch, her mind went blank all she could think about is Harry's toned body was touching hers. She could hear her heart beat hum loudly. She could feel the warm sensation of his breath on her side of her neck causing her to grow chicken skin all over.
"And there you go, it's done." Harry whispered into her ear, causing Hermione to melt into his arms.
"Harry!" Angelina called out as she entered the kitchen as Harry quickly removed himself from Hermione. "Oh, um George is calling for you." Angelina said as she eyed the two suspiciously.
"Okay, I'll be right there." Harry said.
It took Hermione a while to take in everything, before she realized that the wonderful sensation left her body. "Thanks.", Hermione said as she began to pour the egg mixture onto the pan.
"No problem." with that Harry left the kitchen and went to look for George.
"Do you need any help?" Angelina asked.
"No. I'm just about done." Hermione said as she moved the scrambled eggs onto a plate and headed for the dining room.
George was pounding a wooden spoon on some pots and pan going around the table.
Shortly afterwards, Mrs. Weasley came rushing down the stairs. "What in the name of Merlin is going on here?" she said while she scowled directly at George.
Mr. Weasley came shortly after his wife. "Good morning George." he said while trying to calm his wife down.
"What in the world is happening?" Ginny asked as she came behind from Mr. Weasley.
"Good morning, mum, dad, and Ginny." George said timidly . "I have some wonderful news and‒um look, I made breakfast." George said gesturing toward the dining table.
"That's very sweet of you George, but what is this wonderful news that you have to awfully wake up everybody?" Mrs. Weasley asked as she took a seat.
"I want to‒"
"BLOODY HELL!!! WHO IN THE RIGHT MIND‒ Oh breakfast.", Ron interrupted as he entered the dining room then taking a seat next to Hermione.
"Now, that everyone is here." George continued. "I just want to say expanding Weasley Wizard Wheeze is officially going to open in America!"
"Wonderful news, dear!" Mrs. Weasley got up from her seat to kiss her son on the cheek.
"Thanks mum, but Angelina, Ron, and I still need to do things before the grand opening."
"Me?" Ron asked surprised.
"Yes you! Angelina and I would like you to come to America and help out for a week about a month from now."
Hermione got up from her chair. "Did you just say about a month from now?"
George nodded his head.
"Ron, you can't go!" Hermione stated.
"And why not?" Ron said taken back at Hermione's comment.
Hermione turned to Ron. "Ron that is the same week we planned to attend my cousin Daisy's wedding. Can't you guys go to America a different week?"
"Sorry, Hermione but that was the earliest we could get an international portkey to America.", George apologized. "But if you really don't want to go by yourself, you should just bring Harry with you.", George suggested.
Why hadn't I thought about that before? Hermione face just lit up. "What a brilliant idea! Harry, would you accompany me?", Hermione asked Harry with a pleading look.
"Um, ugh…", Harry cleared his throat before continuing, "I don't think it's a good idea."
Hermione opened her mouth, quickly close it, and then opening it again. "Why not?", Hermione asked.
"I have to agree with, Harry.", Ron said.
Hermione was just about to yell at Ron, but then thought of a better idea to get both Harry and Ron to agree with her. "Fine, I guess I just have to dance with a random bloke at the wedding. I think Marc, from primary school is attending.", Hermione said with a dramatic sigh in the end.
"You know what, I think it's a great idea that Harry should accompany you at the wedding.", Ron said.
Hermione smiled that her plan worked on Ron. Hermione looked at Harry with hopeful eyes.
"Will you Harry, for me?", Ron asked.
"I don't know."
Hermione tilted her head to the side and look at Harry with pleading eyes, "Please Harry, for me?"
Harry sighed to himself, "Okay, I'll go.".
With that answer Hermione couldn't help but hug her two best friends and rushed upstairs to send a letter to her mum of the change of plans.
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Dear Angelo,
How have you been doing? I know I haven't been writing lately, it's just I've been so busy lately. I hope you understand. As for me, things aren't going too well. How can things get anymore worst for me? It's getting harder and harder to watch Ron and Hermione. Knowing that their wedding is coming very soon isn't helping at all. Spending time with her alone is just giving me false hope.
Today, I helped her make breakfast. I held her in my arms while I was teaching her how to whisk properly. Angelo, having her in my arms felt so right. I didn't have the heart to let her go. It was like she was meant to be in my arms. Not to mention, I'm going to spend a whole week alone with her when we go to her cousin's wedding in about a month. How can I keep up with this, Angelo? The more I spend time with her, the more I get hurt. But I can't live without her either.
Needing your advice,
Harry
Harry reread his letter to Angelo before setting it aside. Harry lay on his bed and recalled the morning events. He smiled to himself as he replayed the events in mind. That moment never felt more perfect than when she was in my arms. I knew it was a risky move, but I'm just glad she didn't pull away.
While thinking about Hermione, Harry couldn't help his mind wonder how he got himself into this situation. It's harder enough being in the same house with her, yet alone spending a whole week just the two of us. But then again, how could I say no to her when she gives me that cute look when she wants something from me.
Harry turned over on his side causing him to face a picture of Harry and Hermione back in Hogwarts. Harry opened his mouth to speak to Hermione in the picture, "Why out of all the girls in this world, it is you who has my heart? You out of all people. You, Hermione Jean Granger, engaged to my best friend but my heart still lingers for you. Even trying to get over you for five years, my heart refuses to listen and beats harder at the sight of you."
Before Harry could take in what he just said, he answered his question himself. "It's because you're my best friend. You knew, you believed, you accepted me, the real me, before anybody else did or would. You know be better than anyone else. You inspire me to become a better person. I will carry with you forever in my heart, no matter what happens I will always love you, Hermione Jean Granger, and nothing will ever change that."
With that said Harry remembered the day he knew he finally fell for Hermione.
It was when they were hunting for horcruxes and the day after Ron left. After cooling down a bit, Harry finally understood why Ron left. If he had a family, he would want to go home and make sure they were safe instead of going nowhere trying to find the horcruxes they had no clue where to find. That was the whole reason why he didn't want Ron or Hermione to come with him in the first place, but being Hermione she refused for him to go alone.
It was Harry turn to take watch of the tent; he was sitting outside lost in his thoughts while Hermione was making tea and doing more research about possible locations where the horcruxes might be. He knew people were dying in this war, for him. He didn't ask for those people to risk their lives for him. Then, he thought of the one person with no doubt would die for him‒Hermione. He couldn't even bear the thought of her being dead. Harry remembered when Hermione almost died back in fifth year in the Ministry. He shuddered at the thought.
And then there was Ginny, he didn't know how he would feel if she was dead. He didn't even know if his feelings for her still remained. But there was no doubt in his mind; he wouldn't be able to live without Hermione.
That very night, Harry woke up in the middle of the night screaming Hermione's name over and over again. The scene of Hermione getting hit by Antonin Dolohov's cruse played again and again in his nightmare.
Hermione shook Harry awake, "Harry, Harry! I'm here. I'm fine."
Harry sat up covered in cold sweat, "Sorry, Hermione." he apologized.
"There is no need to apologize. What happen? Was it another dream about Voldemort?" she asked as she holds a candle between them. Harry could see her eyes red and puffy due to her crying about Ron.
"No, it was you getting hit by Dolohov's cruse back at the Ministry in fifth year."
"It's okay, Harry. I'm here. I'm safe. Now go back to sleep." she said as she took a hold of Harry's hand to reassure him she was okay.
In that moment seeing Hermione's eyes red and puffy because of Ron made Harry angry at Ron for making Hermione cry, but it also make him want Ron to return so he could see Hermione smile again. Right there and then, Harry knew he is truly in love with Hermione because all what mattered to him was her happiness, even if it meant that Ron was her happiness, not him. There was a special place in his heart that will and always will be Hermione, that no one, not even Ginny would change that.
Harry got up from his bed, and decided to ask Hermione if he could borrow Chane to send the letter to Angelo. Judging by how long he was lost in his thoughts about Hermione, that Chane would be back from sending that letter to Hermione's parents.
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Hermione was sitting on her bed trying to read one of the books she received from Harry while she was still waiting for Chane to come back from her mum's. Hermione had to read the same page for the fifth time because her mind would drift back to the feeling of being in Harry's arms. She couldn't help but smile at the thought. Wait, stop! You shouldn't be thinking about this. When she heard a knock on her door, "Come in.", she called out.
She was surprised to see a certain black hair bloke to enter the room with a piece of parchment in his hand. "Harry, what are you doing here?"
"I was wondering if I could borrow Chane to send this letter to Angelo." Harry asked.
"Oh, that's perfectly fine with me, but Chane hasn't came back from my mum's but as soon as he comes back you're welcome to use him anytime.", she said while getting up from her bed and putting the book away in the shelf.
"Okay, thanks Hermione."
"No problem, Harry. I just want to thank you for accompanying me at my cousin's wedding." Hermione said sincerely getting lost into his dreamy beautiful green eyes.
"There is no need to thank me.", Harry said.
"No, really Harry thank you." Hermione said as she took a gray coat from the closet and put it on.
"Where are you going?" Harry asked.
"I was planning to go for a walk."
"Do you mind if I join you?" Harry asked as he waited for answer. "You know, if you want to be alone I understand."
"No. I would love for you to join me.", Hermione said as she smiled at Harry.
Hermione waited for Harry outside the burrow, as he went to retrieve his coat from his room. Shortly, after Harry joined her outside and they begin to walk together around the burrow.
"Harry, did it ever snow in America like it does here?" Hermione asked trying to start a conservation as they walk around in the snow.
"Yes, it does snow, but where I was living, no. It would just get really cold."
Hermione nodded her head. "Harry, I told you about my plans when everything is settled. What are your plans?"
"I'm not so sure. I plan moving out of the Burrow and find a place for myself. I know I said I didn't want to step foot at Grimmauld Place again after Sirius died, but I've been thinking of renovating it. Anyways, Sirius did give it to me I think it would hurt his feelings if I didn't accept his request." Harry answered looking at Hermione as he spoke.
Hermione understood what he meant. "That's good to hear, Harry. What do you plan on doing after that is done?"
"I haven't really thought what I plan doing after finally coming home. I think I would like to work at the Ministry as well, maybe as an auror." Harry said really giving his future some thought.
Hermione smiled to herself. "I couldn't think of anyone better for the job than you." she said as she watched a smile appear on his face as well.
They continue to walk together in silence, when a snowball out of nowhere hit Harry right in the face. Hermione tried to hold a laugh, but failed miserably.
"And why are you laughing?" Harry asked while wiping some snow off his face.
"You should have seen your face Harry." Hermione tried to answered through her fit of laugher.
"What is like that?" Harry asked before throwing a snowball at Hermione face and burst out laughing as well.
"Harry! You did not just hit me!" Hermione said shocked as she wiped the snow off her face.
"Oh, I think I just did." he said cheekily.
"You will pay for that Potter!" Hermione said as she grab a hand full of snow and began to make a snowball.
Harry did the same, "So, what are you going to do about it, Granger?" he challenged her.
"This." She said as she threw a snow ball at Harry and hit his shoulder.
The two got into a snowball fight until things got out of control and they started tackling each other in the snow laughing.
Hermione finally pinned Harry down on the ground, "Somebody all the Daily Prophet Harry Potter lost to a girl." Hermione teased happily. Catching her off guard, Harry swiftly in one motion pinned Hermione on the ground, "I don't think so.", he said cheekily.
Neither of them said anything after that. Hermione looked at Harry's green gorgeous eyes, and Harry was doing the same. Hermione could feel his warm breath on her face; she couldn't help but feel this warm sensation beginning to grow in her stomach. Hermione's eyes followed glance down at his lips then back into his dark emerald eyes. When Hermione looked back up at Harry as their eyes locked. Everything slipped out of Hermione's mind about Ron, the engagement, the wedding coming up, all Hermione knew was she wanted Harry lips on hers. Hermione just prepared herself as she watched Harry slowly beginning to close the gap between them. Just before their lips could brush, they both heard little pair of legs coming toward them.
Harry quickly got up from Hermione and offered a hand to help her up. Hermione and Harry dust some snow off them when a little blonde Victoire Weasley began to run towards them. "Don't worry, Harry. It's just Bill's and Fleur's daughter Victoire." Hermione said.
"Aunty Mia! I'm so sorry for hitting that man.", the little four years old apologized and a little scared of Harry.
"Oh, Vicky. It's alright, this man is your Uncle Harry.", Hermione reassured Victoire as she introduced Harry.
"Hello, I'm Uncle Harry. It's alright I'm okay." Harry reassured the little blonde girl.
"Hi, I'm Vicky." Victoire introduced herself while shaking Harry's hand smiling.
"Vicky, is your parents here with your little sister Dominique?" Hermione asked.
"Yes. I guess I'll see you later Aunty Mia.", Victoire answered before running back to the Burrow.
When Victoire was finally a good distance Harry rubbed the back of his neck, "About what just hap‒", Harry tried to explain.
"Harry, I think we should be heading back. I think Chane is back so you can send that letter to Angelo." Hermione quickly changed the subject not wanting to talk about what just happened.
"Yeah.", Harry said before the two of them walked together back to the Burrow in awkward silence.
After saying their hellos and lunch, Hermione quickly excused herself and went into her room. Hermione started to pace around in her room. What the bloody hell just happened? I think I'm going completely mental. There has to be a logical explanation of what just happened.
Hermione just sat at the edge of her bed. I know, we were just caught up in the moment. After trying to convince herself what happened, Hermione tried to continue reading.
After reading the same page for the tenth time, Hermione decided to put the book away and think of something else to do. As Hermione was brainstorming what she should do, then her brain would vividly replay her and Harry's almost kiss. Hermione caught herself smiling so she bit her lip to keep her from smiling. This isn't right! I'm engage! Hermione began to think of Harry again, this time Hermione noticed if she bit her lip any harder she would create a hole right through her lip.
Hermione finally gave up and plopped on to her bed and screamed into her pillow. Hermione stayed in this position till it was time to eat dinner. After eating, and avoiding Harry's eye contact she quickly went back into her room and lied flat on her flat staring at the ceiling. Why does Harry make me feel this way? Out of all the people who could possibly make me feel this way, it had to be Harry Bloody Potter. And why now?
Hermione got up from her bed and quickly got ready for bed, trying to avoid Harry as much as possible for now. She got into her bed. "Maybe it's just go away. Just like how these feeling appeared out of nowhere, hopefully, no these feelings they will disappear.", Hermione said trying to convince herself before falling into a restless night sleep with dream full of a jet-black hair, emerald eyed wizard.
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Talk about being in denial! Finally, Hermione is starting to feel something!! I'm hoping you enjoyed some of the H/Hr moments, and hopfully those would make up for taking so long to get this story moving. I hoped you guys liked this update. I'm so sorry I didn't update sooner, last week was mid-terms, so yeah. I literally locked myself in my room and wrote more than half of this today instead of doing my homework, but that isn't due till Tuesday anyways. Don't forget to REVIEW! Until next time…