The Boy who Lived as a Muggle
A World Regained is a Hope Renewed
She reached up and wiped the tear from my face. "Harry?"
"Yeah?" I said.
"We could stay in contact, you know," she said softly into my neck. I wrapped my arms around her tighter.
"But Hermione," I started. I couldn't think of anything else to express how I felt. I didn't want to be selfish, taking her to myself when she couldn't physically be with me. What if she wanted to be with somebody physically… most teenagers do. "I want to be able to see you."
"I want to see you too. You have no idea how long I have been putting off telling you how I feel because of fear of messing up our friendship, including Ron's." Ron, how could I forget about Ron?
At the mention of his name he snorted in his sleep; and mumbled, "Who's there?" Hermione's body went stiff inside my arms. We didn't move, we hardly breathed, until we were sure he was asleep.
"I'm too tired to think about this," she said quieter.
"Alright," I started, "Chances are we will see each other in the morning. We can talk about it when we wake up." I kissed her forehead gently.
I awoke with a start, and looked at the clock before I moved. It was 4:37. I wasn't exactly sure what had caused it, but an audible click somewhere in the room had taken place. A moment later, another click light up the room.
There stood Ron, and I wasn't quite sure if he had seen Hermione or not yet. He was simply shielding his eyes as I was from the blaring light. He took two steps toward us.
"Bloody Hell!" he said loudly, dropping his hand and running up to the bed.
"Keep it down, will ya?" I hissed quietly. In one quick move, he yanked the covers off the bed. There she was, still snuggled up to me with her head just above my chest. He dropped the covers and stumbled backwards. Hermione didn't wake up.
I jumped up and pulled him to his feet. "What're you trying to do wake the whole damn house up?" I regretted these words the second they left my mouth. I didn't want to fight with Ron; I wanted him to accept that Hermione and I had feelings for each other.
He just stared at me, his face showing nothing but pure shock. I raised one of my eyebrows, indicating that I wanted an answer. He brought his lips together, as though trying to hold in an unpleasant belch. But slowly, the corners of his lips curled upward. At last, he couldn't stand it and burst out laughing. Loudly. I clapped a hand over his mouth.
"If you don't mind we are trying to not get caught!" I said in a slightly louder tone so that he could hear me over his hysterical laughter. He sat down on the bed to avoid falling over. Finally, he stopped wiping a tear from his eyes.
"Well," he started with a hint of accusation in his voice, "look who's finally hooking up!"
"We aren't hooking up!" I said. "We're just…"
"Just what?" he said with another laugh. "Sleeping together?" This seemed to deeply amuse him, and it through him into another fit of laughter. He seemed to be growing louder with each laugh. It wasn't long until he woke somebody up.
Quietus! I thought instinctively in my head. To my utter surprise, although I had no wand nor had ever practiced inverbal spells, it worked. Ron's laughter immediately dropped to a whisper level, before he stopped laughing altogether to find out the cause of his volume drop. He glanced at Hermione, still sleeping, to see if she had been the cause of this sudden jinx upon him. Then, he looked to me. Our mouths were both dropped in shock.
"Did you?" he asked, barely audible. A wide grin crept across my face. I nodded and began laughing. I feel backwards, onto Hermione, who woke with a start.
"Wasgoinon?" she said, half asleep. As her eyes adjusted to the light, and she saw Ron and I laughing together, she relaxed. But Ron's level of volume hadn't changed, and this fact didn't go unnoticed.
"Ron?" she asked, "What's wrong with your voice?"
"Ask Harry!" he said, pointing at me. She scooted to the edge of the bed, her eyes wide and on me.
"Harry? Did you.." she started. Her mouth was still open, but she seemed to be at a loss for words. She shut her mouth, and then opened it again. Finally, she was able to say, "Can I speak to you in private?"
I nodded, and we both got up and left the room.