This is my first fanfiction, and will have more chapters. I appreciate reviews, and accept requests. If there are any ideas for the plot line or other chapters, I'd really like for you to comment them for me to look at. I hope you will enjoy this story!
Harry had his eyes closed, enjoying the presence of another human being snuggled up against his arm. Crickets played their symphony of sounds as the brown-haired girl stirred.
"Harry, go to bed," the girl mumbled into Harry's sleeve. She held on to Harry's arm and shook him a little.
"Shh," Harry said gently. "It's fine. You go to bed."
"Why are you still up?"
"Why are you?" Harry said back.
She sat up. "It's late, but I woke up momentarily and realized you were still awake. Have you slept at all?"
"I'm enjoying this," Harry told her. "I like holding you in my arms, having you beside me. I can't enjoy that if I'm sleeping. Plus, my eyes were closed, so I'm still getting some rest."
"Harry, your brain won't properly function if you don't sleep," she scolded. "You won't be any good if Death Eaters march by and you can't remember how to stupefy them!"
"Death Eaters aren't going to be anywhere around here. They'll be lying low and waiting for an opportunity. Death Eaters might kill mercilessly but they don't go around killing Muggles in front of other Muggles and making their presence obvious." Harry pointed out.
"Hmph," she crossed her arms. "It's nearly time to wake, Harry. Do you think Ron'll come in?"
"Ginny's sleeping over there," Harry said. "Ron doesn't peep. He might be suspicious when I'm not in the room when he wakes, but he isn't a git. If I tell him that I went to get a drink of water or use the loo he won't push."
"Okay," she sighed.
It was another day at 12 Grimmauld Place, and another day gone before school would start up again. Harry would be in his sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He would return for a new year of adventures with his two best friends: Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. Well, Ron was his best mate. His relationship with Hermione was a little more complicated, and unknown to Ron. Harry looked down at Hermione as she dozed off again, another couple of hours left before Molly Weasley would get up to make breakfast.
Harry could almost imagine the butter on his toast and the smell bacon sizzling in a skillet. He sighed wistfully, trying to actually get some sleep. He knew that Hermione was right about getting some rest. Going nearly a whole night without sleep wasn't good. Harry felt his stomach rumble and Hermione twitched. Harry's eyelids began to droop, and he fell fast asleep.