Wishing on Stars

Harry tossed in his sleep. His brow was sweating like a roasted pig. He couldn't figure out what was wrong with him lately. You see, love was very complicated in Harry's eyes. Well love is complicated for all, but for Harry, it was even more complicated. Most of the time it made Harry cry. Sometimes it made him feel bad about himself. And sometimes Harry wished he had never been born. You may not realise how heavy the fate of the world is. But Harry of course, figured that out many years ago.
Harry was very confused about a lot of things. On the top of his list of things he was confused about was, Hermione, his feelings towards her, and of his sexuality. Harry was sixteen and going through a difficult time in his life, but more so than most sixteen year olds. Every night he had nightmares about Hermione never feeling the same feeling towards him that he felt towards her. Every night his mind mulled over if he was a homosexual or not. And every night he cuddled his pillow just wishing it was Hermione. The only thing he knew was that he got erections over males, but then sometimes he got them over Hermione. Every time he looked at her he got Goosebumps and his stomach jolted as it filled with what seemed like eagles. He shot out of his bed with a groan. He has just had a dream about Hermione turning into a man and him not being able to pick which one he wanted. "Why can't I just be normal" Harry thought. With a last puff and groan, he got out of bed lugubriously and put on his slippers. It was quite a cold morning so he got his scarf out of his trunk and wrapped it round him.
He decided that he wasn't going to get to sleep again so he might as well put on his uniform and get ready for the morning. It was after all 6:34, so he wouldn't have to wait that long. Silently but roughly, Harry got his uniform and went down to the common room. When he was down their he saw that Hermione was lead down peacefully on a comfortable couch she must have conjured. He smiled and led down next to her. He realised what he was doing and quickly got up. Hermione opened her eyes abruptly, but before she could get up, she heard Harry swear. "Damn" cursed Harry, after just stubbing his toe on the couch leg. Hermione was too nervous and embarrassed to get up and announce that she was awake to Harry. All of a sudden Harry began taking his pyjama top off. Hermione turned bright red. She very much wanted Harry to continue but she also wanted to jump up and interrupt him so he would know she was awake. Something was holding her back though.
"What on earth is Harry doing getting changed into his uniform for on a Saturday" she thought to herself. Because Harry had so many things on his mind and because it was so early, he was oblivious that it was Saturday and he just thought it was another school day. "Oh, I never knew he was this muscular" thought Hermione, rather liking the moment more and more. "Oh how I wish I could be in those arms, those muscular strong arms". She began to smile, it was one of the most erotic and fun moments she had ever experienced, but then the erotic, fun moment turned to a sad, unhappy one.
Tears formed in Hermione's eyes, because she realised that she never could actually be in those arms, or run her delicate fingers through his thick, black, wondrous hair. Everyday she wished she could, making her heart beat faster at the very thought, but then the fantasy always faded.
After five heart-stopping minutes, Harry was changed. He sat down in the curve Hermione had formed in the shape she was sleeping. Hermione dared not open her eyes for fear of being found out she was watching him while he was getting changed. She decided to risk it and opened her eyes to look at Harry.
He was looking out of the window intently. She tried to figure out what he was staring at. There were no owls in the trees or anything and realised that the only thing out that anyone could see was darkness and stars. "But why would Harry look at the stars so intently"? She thought Suddenly Harry spoke both gently and hopefully. "Star light, star bright, first star I see tonight, I wish I may, I wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight". He was making a wish on a star, how sweet. "I wish I could hold Hermione, touch her, kiss her, I wish Hermione loved me the same way I love her.
Hermione gasped. Harry loved her like she loved him. She couldn't believe it. Her heart was pounding. Inside her head it was like World War 3, voices were screaming "HARRY LOVES ME LIKE I LOVE HIM, FINALLY". Then it became clear that she had gasped too loud and that Harry had heard. "Hermione"? He asked worryingly. She got up with tears in her eyes from happiness but a very sad thought hit her in the head. "Harry I am so sorry" she sobbed, and with that ran upstairs to her dormitory.
Harry ran after her and reached the fifth step leading to the dormitories when the set of steps turned into a slide, like it did before two years previous, which he seemed to have forgotten in his rush to get Hermione. "You idiot Harry, you stupid, stupid idiot". He sat on the couch crying, nothing else mattered anymore, he just needed to talk to Hermione. He led down and cried himself to sleep.
"E-WAAHH" yelped Harry, as he awoke to find about fifteen people staring at him.
"Harry calm down" a voice giggled hideously which sounded very much like Romilda Vane. The last thing he needed was her. She sat down next to him and began rubbing his knee. "Tell me what's the matter baby" she said dreamily, battering her long black eyelashes.
"Where is Hermione"? He asked her half annoyed, half angry.
"Why do you want her"? Romilda said venomously. He knew immediately that talking to Romilda would get him no where, so he ignored her and pushed her off him. "Has anyone seen Hermione"? "I have, she went down to Hagrids" answered Lavender. Harry immediately got up and realised it was Saturday, how could anyone be so stupid? He pointed his wand at his uniform and they turned into casual day wear.
Romilda seized her chance. She got up and tried to kiss Harry mischievously trying to catch him off guard. Harry anticipated this and threw her off him. A mixture of anger, hatred, and disgust surged through his body. "Will you get it into your stupid, retarded skull that I hate you" he screamed disgustingly. "You are a stupid pile of skrewt slime, you-you evil, manipulative cow, the day I kiss you would be the day I would sink lower than dirt". He couldn't stop himself, all he wanted was happiness and a little bit of a normal life without this, it wasn't to much to ask but yet no one would give it him, so all he had bottled up inside of him for the past six years came pouring out. "If you ever try to make me like you again, I swear I will do something so horrible to you I can't even think of right now". With that he stormed out of the common room leaving the whole room amazed and Romilda Vane in tears.
He arrived at Hagrids minutes later gasping for breath, after his enormous, energy consuming run. He was about to knock on the door when he heard voices.
"How do I tell him Hagrid" Hermione sobbed. "I mean I love him and he loves me, but I don't know how to tell him.
"Hermione, stop beating yourself up" came Hagrid sympathetic voice. "If ye love 'im, an' he loves you, then what' is the problem?
"I don't know Hagrid, maybe we don't love each other as much as we think, and maybe it is just a teenage crush.
"Look 'ermione, if ye have got so worked up on Harry, an' he can't sleep because o' thinkin' about yer', it is love, but the only way ta find out if it is true love is ta be with 'im.
"I am just so confused Hagrid" Hermione sobbed. "I don't know what I would do without him, I need him to survive". This made Harry's heart leap. "I just think being with him will affect everything, like Ron, and the school, and Voldemort". Her voice was very shaky now. "I'm scared Hagrid.
"Ok first of all, if you think you're confused, what 'bout Harry, how do ya think 'e is feeling'. Harry hardly expected Hagrid to be this knowledgeable. "I've known Dumbledore for years now" he said proudly. "An 'e 'as always said the same thing". "Love is the most powerful thing 'n the world, an' if you scared o' that then yer a fool 'ermione, an' I know yer not.
"No I'm not scared of love Hagrid; I am just scared of the consequences it would cause". She sounded like she was crying now. Harry wanted her to cry into his chest so he could comfort her. "I mean, I have always known Ron has loved me, and how will he react if I and Harry are together. Not to mention what Voldemort would do to my parents if he found out me and Harry loved each other.
"Look 'ermione" Hagrid started "Ron is a good friend, he will understand if yer tell 'im 'ow yer feel about Harry, he can't blame yer for lovin' an' yer know it. An' as for Voldemort, Dumbledore will be able to protect yer parents before he could even think about harmin' 'em". "Hagrid what would I do without you"? Hermione said sounding slightly cheerier. "I need to go and tell Harry how I feel about him, I ran out as soon as he found out I was asleep". Just then she opened that door, Harry didn't have enough time to move so she walked straight into him. They both went toppling over each other until finally Harry landed on the grass with a thud, and Hermione landed on top of him with her hand on top of his.
Hermione lifted her head up and looked into Harry's beautiful, crystal green eyes. How she had longed to look into those eyes and feel his soul through them. Harry felt the same way. How he had longed to hold her close to his heart and feel her pressure on his body.
"Wait, how much of that did you hear"? Asked Hermione flushing so brightly that even the sun looked dim. "Um, all of it" guilty replied Harry. "Look Hermione, I don't care of the complications or the consequences, I just want to be with you. I know we are both confused about everything, but we will figure it out. If it is one thing you have taught me, is that destiny always gets its own way, and we are destined to be together, I know it.
More warm tears fell down the already tear soaked face of Hermione and fell onto Harry's face. "I love you Harry". Harry smiled, kissed her forehead and wiped the tears from her eyes and face.
She put her head on his chest while Hagrid looked at them beaming warmly. It seemed as thought the sun had rose, passed, and set ten times over. It was that moment that they both figured out they truly loved each other and that they were destined to spend the rest of their lives together. It looked like Harry's wish has come true after all, but this was hardly down to a wish, this was down to love.