The Kiss
Hermione sighs. It's been days since they have seen Ron. Harry changes the radio from Potterwatch to another station. He does not want to hear the news of who died this day anymore. Most importantly, he does not want to hear Ron's name. Music plays. Fine enough for dancing, he thinks. He pulls Hermione up and starts to dance with her. He twirls her, and she smiles. Harry feels happy that he is able to make Hermione smile at least even just for a while. Hermione falls on the couch. Harry sits beside her. She is not smiling any more, she looks troubled. She mumbles something about Ron and she tears fall. Harry does not know what to do. What is a friend supposed to do? He leans in close and pats her on the back. He hugs her like a good
friend is supposed to. She stops crying for a minute, wipes her tears away and feels silly to have cried. She looks at Harry and puts her lips on his, only for a second though. Hermione's hand instinctively reaches for her wand and she mutters a spell. The lights go off. Harry thinks it through and he decided to get back to his bed. He waits for Hermione to call him back but she does not. He goes to sleep. Hours after, Hermione rises from her bed. She cannot sleep even if she tries to. Is she feeling guilty? Or simply ashamed. She slowly walks to Harry's bed, thinking things through. She finally murmurs,
"Obliviate." And Harry's memories go away. Harry squirms in his bed but he does not wake. His hands curls into fists. He must be dreaming again. Hermione walks back to her bed and sobs for awhile. Was it right? She makes a decision and again whispers, "Obliviate," her wand is pointed on her temple, the memories wist away and she falls back to the bed. Why am I awake? She wonders. She remembers she conducted a memory spell but what for? Whatever it is, it does not matter. She brushes off the feeling that is troubling her and sleeps soundly for tomorrow is a brand new day. A day when Ron would return. A day when she would smile once more not knowing she ever did what she would never think of doing. Her lips form steadily into a smile. She sighs.
AN: okay, I feel weird doing this. Is there like something wrong with
this? Just review!