The Gryffindor Tower stood quiet, because there were only two people
inside. It was the start of Christmas break and nearly everyone had gone
and left Hogwarts, all except Harry Potter and Hermione Granger.
Because Harry didn't go home during the holidays, his two best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione always stayed with him. It was only in their first year that Hermione went home for the holidays, and now, in their seventh year, Ron went home for the holidays. He said there was some kind of emergency and his mum wanted him home.
"I hope everything's all right with Ron," Hermione said thoughtfully.
"Yeah, he never mentioned what the emergency was," Harry agreed.
They were quiet once more, each one with their own thoughts, staring at the fire dancing and crackling in the fireplace. It was almost midnight, having just gone up from their Christmas dinner with the teachers and some other students.
"What are you thinking?" Harry whispered to Hermione, taking his eyes off the fireplace and looking at Hermione.
She blushed and looked anywhere but at Harry. "Nothing. Just Ron," she mumbled softly. "I'm still worried. I sent an owl this morning asking him what the emergency was, and if he needed help," she explained. "But I guess it's still early to expect an answer."
Harry nodded. "He'll be all right," he said though unsure of himself.
"I think I'll go up to my room, Harry. I'm a bit tired," Hermione said slowly. She smiled at Harry and said almost in a whisper, "Happy Christmas, Harry. I hope all your wishes come true." Then she stood up.
Harry watched her, never taking his eyes off her, as she went up the stairs and went inside the girl's dormitory. She didn't look back at him or even stop for a while as she walked. Just kept on walking, she did.
Harry wasn't sure what this meant. It felt weird. Him and Hermione, all alone in this part of the castle. He sat by the fire, watching it as memories of his past seven years at Hogwarts came back to him.
Harry smiled.
He was so lucky to have met Ron and Hermione.
Once again, he stared at the brown oak door and the gray stonewalls that separated him and Hermione. He wondered what she was doing, wondered what she was thinking that had made her blush.
Harry stood up. He suddenly felt tired. He headed for the boys' dormitory but as he passed the door to the girl's dormitory, he stopped as stared at the door as if he had x-ray eyes. He wanted to know what was inside. Hermione was probably sleeping now because it had been a while already since she went inside. He wondered what she looked like, sleeping.
Harry shook his head. He had been wondering too much.
Because Harry didn't go home during the holidays, his two best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione always stayed with him. It was only in their first year that Hermione went home for the holidays, and now, in their seventh year, Ron went home for the holidays. He said there was some kind of emergency and his mum wanted him home.
"I hope everything's all right with Ron," Hermione said thoughtfully.
"Yeah, he never mentioned what the emergency was," Harry agreed.
They were quiet once more, each one with their own thoughts, staring at the fire dancing and crackling in the fireplace. It was almost midnight, having just gone up from their Christmas dinner with the teachers and some other students.
"What are you thinking?" Harry whispered to Hermione, taking his eyes off the fireplace and looking at Hermione.
She blushed and looked anywhere but at Harry. "Nothing. Just Ron," she mumbled softly. "I'm still worried. I sent an owl this morning asking him what the emergency was, and if he needed help," she explained. "But I guess it's still early to expect an answer."
Harry nodded. "He'll be all right," he said though unsure of himself.
"I think I'll go up to my room, Harry. I'm a bit tired," Hermione said slowly. She smiled at Harry and said almost in a whisper, "Happy Christmas, Harry. I hope all your wishes come true." Then she stood up.
Harry watched her, never taking his eyes off her, as she went up the stairs and went inside the girl's dormitory. She didn't look back at him or even stop for a while as she walked. Just kept on walking, she did.
Harry wasn't sure what this meant. It felt weird. Him and Hermione, all alone in this part of the castle. He sat by the fire, watching it as memories of his past seven years at Hogwarts came back to him.
Harry smiled.
He was so lucky to have met Ron and Hermione.
Once again, he stared at the brown oak door and the gray stonewalls that separated him and Hermione. He wondered what she was doing, wondered what she was thinking that had made her blush.
Harry stood up. He suddenly felt tired. He headed for the boys' dormitory but as he passed the door to the girl's dormitory, he stopped as stared at the door as if he had x-ray eyes. He wanted to know what was inside. Hermione was probably sleeping now because it had been a while already since she went inside. He wondered what she looked like, sleeping.
Harry shook his head. He had been wondering too much.