Moving On
Disclaimer: None of the characters or places in this story are mine or are associated with me in any way. They belong to the wonderful J.K Rowling.
Prologue: It is Christmas vacation and Harry, Ron, and Hermione are the only people left at Hogwarts besides Dumbledore. Harry and Ron are talking in the Gryffindor common room while Hermione is in the library. Just when Harry is about to tell Ron a "big secret", Dumbledore bursts in saying he needs to talk to Harry immediately. He takes Harry into his office and tells him that he has some bad news. Voldemort is very near Hogwarts and is after Hermione. Harry is devastated. Voldemort is more powerful than ever and Harry knows that there is no stopping him. It is at this point that Harry realizes how much he really loves Hermione. Thus, or story begins.
Harry leaves Dumbledore's office dumbfounded. He can't bear to tell Ron the news. Harry goes straight to the library. He wants to be with Hermione in her lasts hours. When Harry arrives, he finds her pouring over the latest copy of "Charms and Other Simple Spells". She notices the distressed look on Harry's face.
"What's wrong Harry?"
He can't possibly tell her the truth, but how can he not tell her?
"Oh, umm, it's nothing. I just…" Harry weighed his choices. "Hermione, there's something I have to tell you."
"Sure, Harry. You know you can tell me anything." There was a long pause as she waited for him to say something. "Are you sure you're okay? You look like your best friend just died."
This was too much for Harry. "Oh please don't say that. Hermione, I love you."
Both of them were in tears. They hugged each other and wiped their tears from their cheeks.
"Oh, Harry, I love you too. More than anything else in the whole world."
They both sat perfectly still for what seemed like forever. Then, slowly, they leaned towards each other and shared the most passionate kiss of their lives.
"Hermione?"
"Yes, Harry?"
"We can't tell Ron about this."
"I know."
Silently, as if by some unknown force, they walked hand in hand back to the common room.
When they got there, they hastily dropped their hands and mumbled "fiddlesticks". This was the new password. The portrait swung open to reveal an empty common room.
"That's odd", said Harry, "Ron was here when I left. I'll go check the dormitory."
Hermione sat down in front of the fire while Harry stomped up the stairs. She couldn't take her mind off of what happened in the library. That had been her first kiss. She never realized that she felt so strongly about Harry. Her thoughts were interrupted by a loud moan.
"N-o-o-o-o-o!"
"Harry!"
Hermione ran up the stairs to the dormitory. She stopped at the doorway and let out a gasp at what she saw. There lying on the bed, in a pool of blood, was Ron.
Disclaimer: None of the characters or places in this story are mine or are associated with me in any way. They belong to the wonderful J.K Rowling.
Prologue: It is Christmas vacation and Harry, Ron, and Hermione are the only people left at Hogwarts besides Dumbledore. Harry and Ron are talking in the Gryffindor common room while Hermione is in the library. Just when Harry is about to tell Ron a "big secret", Dumbledore bursts in saying he needs to talk to Harry immediately. He takes Harry into his office and tells him that he has some bad news. Voldemort is very near Hogwarts and is after Hermione. Harry is devastated. Voldemort is more powerful than ever and Harry knows that there is no stopping him. It is at this point that Harry realizes how much he really loves Hermione. Thus, or story begins.
Harry leaves Dumbledore's office dumbfounded. He can't bear to tell Ron the news. Harry goes straight to the library. He wants to be with Hermione in her lasts hours. When Harry arrives, he finds her pouring over the latest copy of "Charms and Other Simple Spells". She notices the distressed look on Harry's face.
"What's wrong Harry?"
He can't possibly tell her the truth, but how can he not tell her?
"Oh, umm, it's nothing. I just…" Harry weighed his choices. "Hermione, there's something I have to tell you."
"Sure, Harry. You know you can tell me anything." There was a long pause as she waited for him to say something. "Are you sure you're okay? You look like your best friend just died."
This was too much for Harry. "Oh please don't say that. Hermione, I love you."
Both of them were in tears. They hugged each other and wiped their tears from their cheeks.
"Oh, Harry, I love you too. More than anything else in the whole world."
They both sat perfectly still for what seemed like forever. Then, slowly, they leaned towards each other and shared the most passionate kiss of their lives.
"Hermione?"
"Yes, Harry?"
"We can't tell Ron about this."
"I know."
Silently, as if by some unknown force, they walked hand in hand back to the common room.
When they got there, they hastily dropped their hands and mumbled "fiddlesticks". This was the new password. The portrait swung open to reveal an empty common room.
"That's odd", said Harry, "Ron was here when I left. I'll go check the dormitory."
Hermione sat down in front of the fire while Harry stomped up the stairs. She couldn't take her mind off of what happened in the library. That had been her first kiss. She never realized that she felt so strongly about Harry. Her thoughts were interrupted by a loud moan.
"N-o-o-o-o-o!"
"Harry!"
Hermione ran up the stairs to the dormitory. She stopped at the doorway and let out a gasp at what she saw. There lying on the bed, in a pool of blood, was Ron.