Eliminating Evidence Chapter 1: Reflections, a harry potter fanfic

Eliminating evidence

Chapter 1 Reflections

Hermione's POV

I was sitting in the common room reading because I couldn't sleep, all was calm and I heard a noise from behind me, it was Harry.

"Can't sleep?" he asks.

"No and you?"

"Nope."

"Come sit with me Harry."

"Actually I was planning on going for a walk, do you want to come?"

"This late at night are you crazy? You'll get us both into trouble."

"But you're forgetting that I have my invisibility cloak." He said holding up what I guessed was the cloak, but to me all I saw was air.

"I don't know"

"Aw come on 'Mione it'll be fun."

Why does he call me that? Doesn't he know that every time he calls me that I feel like I'm going to melt? He probably does because he only uses it when he wants me to do something for him.

"But what if we get caught?"

"Who's gonna see us?"

"OK but if we get caught I am so going to kill you."

"Here get under" Harry said pulling the cloak over us.

Amazingly we made it to the quiditch field undetected. Harry lead me up to the top of one of the stands where we sat, the stars illuminated the field casting reassuring shadows on the familiar quiditch goalpost and the mighty whomping willow that had resided there for the better part of five generations. The cool night air brushed the hair out of my eyes and made me shiver; Harry saw and asked if I was cold. I nodded and Harry scooted closer to me and put his arm around my shoulders, I was amazed at how warm he was and how our bodies seemed to mold together to form one. The only sound that could be heard was the sound of our breathing. Harry broke the silence. "Do you ever think how different things would be if just one moment of your life had gone another way?"

"All the time, like if I didn't go running off into the girls bathroom the day the troll was let in, you and Ron wouldn't have come to find me, and where would I be now? Probably with my nose permanently stuck in a book."

"I wonder if things are meant to be somehow, or if there is any pattern or direction to what we do?"

"I don't really know."

The silence between us continued until Harry spoke again.

"What do you think love is?" Harry asked

"I think it's the way the night is always there, but somehow gets over powered by the sun. Maybe it's the way you hear music or feel it, and it becomes the best way you describe yourself. The stars, the ocean, the sunset- is that what love is?"

I didn't have an answer yet so I took his hand and was surprised at its warmth. His fingernails were short and a little rough at the corners. I traced my finger over one absently mindedly, until it got caught on my skin, and I pulled my hand away. I realized quietly that love is giving up a part of yourself and allowing that part to be filled by someone else. It's when your heart feels bigger than your whole body, because it's filled with trust and confidence and appreciation of one other special person. It's being able to communicate without a word and forgive unconditionally. I didn't have to tell him what I thought love was; we already knew.

I brushed his jet black hair back and let my eyes fall on the ivory colored scar on his forehead, the very one that made him famous. Perhaps it was imperfection that made him perfect. My eyes locked with his, and then, we kissed, it felt like the world was going to end right then and there, everything stopped, it was just me and Harry, nothing else in the whole entire world mattered. I put my hands around his neck and he pulled me tighter against him. I could feel Harry run his tongue lightly over my lips; I parted them to let him in, he gently caressed my tongue with his. I wanted this moment to last forever but I knew it couldn't. Harry pulled away slowly.

"We better head back." Harry whispered.

"Yeah I think we should."

Together Harry and I walked back to the common room, hand in hand with a new appreciation for one another, maybe something more.

Harry's POV

I looked at my watch, a broken hand me down from "Dudders" of course, but nothing Hermione couldn't fix, it was 3:32in the morning. I don't really know why I couldn't sleep tonight, I feel like something is keeping me awake, or maybe I'm just paranoid. I think I'll go for a walk. Better get the invisibility cloak. I started walking down the stairs and I saw Hermione, she looked angelic sitting there with a book in her hand and the fire casting a light glow on her face, she must have heard me because she turned around looking in my direction.

"Can't sleep?" I asked.

"No and you?"

"Nope."

"Come sit with me Harry."

"Actually I was planning on going for a walk, do you want to come?"

"This late at night are you crazy? You'll get us both into trouble."

"But you're forgetting that I have my invisibility cloak." I said holding up my cloak.

"I don't know"

"Aw come on 'Mione it'll be fun."

I love the way Hermione looks when I use that nickname, I should use it more often.

"But what if we get caught?"

"Who's gonna see us?"

"OK but if we get caught I am so going to kill you."

"Here get under" I said pulling the cloak over us.

I took Hermione to the Quiditch field. We made it to the top of one of the stands, I sat down and Hermione sat down next to me, I couldn't help but stare at Hermione, she's so beautiful, a few loose strands of hair fell over her face, I was going to brush them away but the wind beat me to it. Hermione must be cold she's shivering.

"You cold?" I asked. She nodded. I scooted closer to her and put my arm around her so she wouldn't be so cold. She seemed to fit perfectly in me, I wanted to pull her closer to me but it might scare her away. We were quiet for a while until I decided to talk.

"Do you ever think how different things would be if just one moment of your life had gone another way?"

"I wonder if things are meant to be somehow, or if there is any pattern or direction to what we do?"

"I don't really know."

We were silent again.

"What do you think love is?" I asked not really hoping for an answer.

Hermione grabbed my hand, I wasn't expecting her to do that, but I didn't really mind it either. Hermione started playing with my hand, and then she pulled away. She was staring at me; I could see in her eyes that she and I had an understanding. She brushed some loose hair away from my eyes, and ran a finger over my scar, our eyes locked, now seemed like the perfect time and place for me to kiss her, so I did, her lips were soft and sweet but I wanted more, ran my tongue over the bottom of her lip and she opened up for me, I deepened the kiss, and she put her arms around my neck. I had to stop this before I lose control slowly I pulled away from her.

"We better head back." I whispered.

"Yeah I think we should."

I grabbed her hand and together we walked back to the common room.

The next day great hall

I watch her eat from across the great hall; everything about her is so... perfect. I wish I could run my fingers through her hair, hold her, kiss her, but I can't, She is forbidden to me for more reasons than I can think of, I'm not allowed to have these kinds of feelings' it's against human nature, I don't even know why I have these feelings, I hate myself for having them, and I want them to just Go Away! I didn't ask for this so why is it happening to me?

It's funny, I've only known Hermione for a few years but it seems like I've known her my whole life. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like if I didn't like her, then I could be normal, have a normal life, be happy, no wait, without her I can't be happy, she is my life, my everything.

I watch as Hermione leaves the great hall, she's probably going to the library. I think I will follow her. I get up and head straight to the library, and yes there she is, her head buried in a book. Should I go talk to her? This is the chance of a life time for me; I can actually make my move and try to make us something. Should I go? Yes, no, yes, no, ugh! I don't know! Ok I've made up my mind I'm going to do it, I'm going to talk to her, and that's that, but wait, what if by some lucky chance we do become an us? What would other people think? I mean me and her together. Maybe we could keep it a secret, but then what will she think about me, because I'm, well... me. I guess there's only one way to find out, here goes nothing.