Hey everyone! So just letting you know that I adore fanfics and most especially have enjoyed reading ones about Harry and Hermione. Which to me, and sadly few others is, Harmony! 3 Hope you all enjoy my very first posting of those two!
It was warm and relaxing sitting before the crackling common room fire and Harry was glad of it- glad that the grueling day was over, and hopeful that he would never have to speak to that Rita Skeeter woman again. To add to his happy feelings of the moment, he was relieved that he had finally spoken to Sirius. That was a tiny load off his chest anyway.
Though he felt warm and comfortable, he did wish that he hadn't spoken the way he did to Ron just a few minutes ago… but how could Ron think he would do such a silly thing as to practice for his next interview! An interview was the very last thing Harry wanted just now, and he could do without all the publicity about being one of the four champions.
As he thought of his old best friend he really regretted where they now stood in there friendship. It wasn't right- he knew he should say something- anything- to make up. But he couldn't; not when Ron actually believed that he would do something as ridiculous as put his name in the Goblet. No, Ron would have to come to him, in this matter.
"What are you doing in here, Harry? It's late! You should be getting to sleep." Hermione sat down beside him.
Just what I need.
"Thanks. Yeah, I think I'm old enough to decide when I should go to bed, Hermione." Harry responded emphatically. "Sorry," He muttered afterward.
He figured she too believed him to be a fake cheat and an arrogant swine who had put his name in the cup several weeks ago. After all- she hadn't said otherwise. She'd also been spending most of her time with Ron ever since, which really irritated Harry.
"It's fine. I can't imagine how you must be feeling, since everyone…" She began.
"…Since everyone who I thought I knew turned on me and called me a cad." I finished her sentence. Hermione sighed.
"Just so you know I'm on your side." She said firmly.
"Oh, really? Well, that's nice considering you agree with all of them."
"Harry, don't be silly, of course I don't agree." Harry frowned at her response, he actually did not expect it. She continued. "What, you thought I would believe you would do such a thing? First off- it HAD to have been someone with extremely advanced magical powers- and I mean extremely. Secondly, I know you too well, and you are definitely not the type who would crave all the attention. You've been trying to escape it ever since you found out you were famous. That's one of the things a respect the most about you…" Her tone was such a matter-of-fact one that Harry almost blushed. Had she really, all this time, believed in him? He didn't know what to say.
"Err, thanks." He gave a small smile. It was such an understatement; frankly he could have hugged her. Until now he thought that he was alone at the school, that even Dumbledore did not have complete faith in him. But now he found someone who did. And that someone was Hermione, one of his very best friend- actually, at the moment, she was his only best friend.
"I also don't think it's your fault, you know.." She said. What's she talking about? For some reason she seemed to have read his mind for she continued, "Your fight with Ron. I mean from what I understand, he was overwhelmed with the attention you got and he was blinded by jealousy, so he even dared to believe that you yourself stuck your name in that cup. I've tried to persuade him otherwise, but it's just one of those things, you know."
"Funny," Harry said silently.
"What is?" She asked, cocking her head.
"That he'd be jealous. It's not like it's good attention that I'm receiving…" Hermione laughed.
"True." She said smiling. There was a brief silence in which they both gazed at the fire. Harry was very gratified to have Hermione here with him. Someone, who cared and genuinely wished to help him through this, and he would take up that offer, for there was no one else. He glanced at Hermione, she had such a serene look on her face he almost didn't want to leave the couch at all and just sit there all night beside her, staring at the fire, but he knew this wasn't an option- someone had to break the lovely moment. He beamed softly, and sighed. He then corrected his slightly askew glasses.
"Well, you're right; I should be getting to bed." When he looked at her now her old expression vanished to reveal a transfixed sort of look and almost a want in her eyes; what she wanted though, was a mystery indeed to Harry. Then she shook herself out of this dreamy state and smiled tiredly.
"Right." She said.