Disclaimer: I do not Harry Potter or any of its characters. I know the Durselys have a electric fireplace, but for the sake of the story, think of it as a regular fireplace. I do not own the song, as it is from the movie "Quest for Camelot". I also do not own the question "How many cups of sugar does it take to get to the moon?" or the answer, as it is off the movie "A Goofy Movie".
Chapter Three
A couple weeks later, Harry was released from St. Mungo's and went to live with the Weasley family for the rest of the summer. The cast had worked and Harry's leg was as good as new. Hermione stayed with Harry the whole time and helped him out. The hard part at first was explaining Harry's problem to the Weasley family.
The really hard part was Harry adjusting to his new, hopefully temporary, life. He was put into Ron's room because he was familiar with the routes of the house to and from that room. Also that Ron could help him if Harry wanted him to. At first Harry had trouble, but soon he got the hang of being blind. Over time Hermione got into the habit of getting up in the middle of the night and going to check on Harry.
One night she found him curled up on the window seat. He was just sitting there with his knees drawn to his chest, his arms wrapped around his knees, and his chin resting on top of his knees. As soon as she entered the room, his head came up and turned toward her. She saw a true, soft, smile creep onto his lips, which was rare anymore, as she stepped up next to him.
"Hello Hermione."
"How did you know it was me?"
"Your cinnamon scented shampoo gave you away. That and I was expecting you to come and check on me like you do every night."
"Oh, does it annoy you that I do?"
"No, no. In fact, I rather enjoy having you come in here. Your presence is soothing and it helps me sleep."
"Anything for a friend," she replied, smiling shyly.
The smile disappeared from his face and he turned away from her and towards the window.
"Friends, that's all we are, isn't it?"
"What do you mean?"
"Hermione, I have to come clean," he stated softly and turned to face her, " I have to tell you that I love you, not as a friend, but as a true love."
"Oh Harry," Hermione replied and wrapped her arms around him, "I love you too, not as a friend, but as a true love."
Harry gazed into her eyes, lost in their depths. Hermione looked into his emerald eyes, astounded by all the emotions running through them. Their faces inched closer and closer until finally their lips touched. It was pure magic and I don't mean their kind of magic either.
When the two seperated they were gasping for air. Hermione climbed up onto the window seat next to Harry. Harry promptly motioned for her to sit in his lap. She moved over into his lap and the two leaned back against the wall.
"Hermione?"
"Yes?"
"Look at the sky, tell me what do you see
Just close your eyes and describe it to me
The heavens are sparkling with starlight tonight
That's what I see through your eyes" he sung out to her while leaning his head back and closing his eyes.
Hermione smiled softly and almost started crying.
"I see the heavens each time that you smile
I hear your heartbeat just go on for miles
And suddenly I know why life is worthwhile
That's what I see through your eyes
That's what I see through your eyes" she sung gently, closing her eyes.
Harry was astounded by her voice. 'By Merlin! Not only is Hermione beautiful and smart, but she sings like an angel.'
"Here in the night, I see the sun
Here in the dark, our two hearts are one
Its out of our hands, we can't stop what we have begun
And love just took me by surprise, looking through your eyes" they both sung the verse together, their voices blending perfectly.
"I see a night I wish could last forever
I see a world we're meant to see together
And it is so much more than I remember
More than I remember
More than I have known" Harry sung gracefully while Hermione just waited.
"Here in the night, I see the sun
Here in the dark, our two hearts are one
Its out of our hands, we can't stop what we have begun
And love just took me by surprise, looking through your eyes
Looking through your eyes" they were both singing together once more.
Hermione was in tears when the song finished.
"That was a beautiful song," Hermione stated, "I never knew you could sing."
"I didn't know that you could sing either."
"Well now we're even."
The both burst out laughing at the comment and suddenly Harry stopped himself and hushed her.
"But ma, I don't wanna degnome the garden today..." Ron whimpered, talking in his sleep, and rolled over, pulling his blanket with him, "Make Perfect Percy or the Terror Twins do it..."
Both tried to supress their laughter without much luck and burst out laughing once again before Hermione slapped her hands over both of their mouths.
Hermione removed her hands with a smile after she was sure Ron was still soundly sleeping.
"Would want to wake up sleeping beauty now would we?" she asked him sarcastically.
Harry softly smiled. "Only if that sleeping beauty was you."
Hermione blushed. "A smooth talker are we now, Mr. Potter?" she asked him, immatating Snape.
"Yes, Professor," Harry replied and kissed Hermione before she could reply.
When they broke the kiss, Hermione was smiling.
"Professor Hermione Granger...I like the sound of that."
"Professor Hermione Potter sounds better."
Hermione blushed. "Why Harry!" she cried, embarrassed, "A little ahead of yourself aren't you?"
"Not far enough if you ask me," Harry replied with a smirk and kissed Hermione once more.
When the kiss ended, the both sighed and smiled once again. Ron suddenly shot up and turned to them, groggy, and the two froze.
"How many cups of sugar does it take to get to the moon?"
"Uh..." Harry stated and searched for an answer, "Three and a half?"
Ron nodded, fell backwards onto his pillow, and was soon back to asleep.
"I think that you should head back before we're caught. That was too close for comfort," Harry instructed Hermione.
Hermione reluctantly got up and started toward the door.
"Goodnight Harry."
"Night Mione."
Chapter Three
A couple weeks later, Harry was released from St. Mungo's and went to live with the Weasley family for the rest of the summer. The cast had worked and Harry's leg was as good as new. Hermione stayed with Harry the whole time and helped him out. The hard part at first was explaining Harry's problem to the Weasley family.
The really hard part was Harry adjusting to his new, hopefully temporary, life. He was put into Ron's room because he was familiar with the routes of the house to and from that room. Also that Ron could help him if Harry wanted him to. At first Harry had trouble, but soon he got the hang of being blind. Over time Hermione got into the habit of getting up in the middle of the night and going to check on Harry.
One night she found him curled up on the window seat. He was just sitting there with his knees drawn to his chest, his arms wrapped around his knees, and his chin resting on top of his knees. As soon as she entered the room, his head came up and turned toward her. She saw a true, soft, smile creep onto his lips, which was rare anymore, as she stepped up next to him.
"Hello Hermione."
"How did you know it was me?"
"Your cinnamon scented shampoo gave you away. That and I was expecting you to come and check on me like you do every night."
"Oh, does it annoy you that I do?"
"No, no. In fact, I rather enjoy having you come in here. Your presence is soothing and it helps me sleep."
"Anything for a friend," she replied, smiling shyly.
The smile disappeared from his face and he turned away from her and towards the window.
"Friends, that's all we are, isn't it?"
"What do you mean?"
"Hermione, I have to come clean," he stated softly and turned to face her, " I have to tell you that I love you, not as a friend, but as a true love."
"Oh Harry," Hermione replied and wrapped her arms around him, "I love you too, not as a friend, but as a true love."
Harry gazed into her eyes, lost in their depths. Hermione looked into his emerald eyes, astounded by all the emotions running through them. Their faces inched closer and closer until finally their lips touched. It was pure magic and I don't mean their kind of magic either.
When the two seperated they were gasping for air. Hermione climbed up onto the window seat next to Harry. Harry promptly motioned for her to sit in his lap. She moved over into his lap and the two leaned back against the wall.
"Hermione?"
"Yes?"
"Look at the sky, tell me what do you see
Just close your eyes and describe it to me
The heavens are sparkling with starlight tonight
That's what I see through your eyes" he sung out to her while leaning his head back and closing his eyes.
Hermione smiled softly and almost started crying.
"I see the heavens each time that you smile
I hear your heartbeat just go on for miles
And suddenly I know why life is worthwhile
That's what I see through your eyes
That's what I see through your eyes" she sung gently, closing her eyes.
Harry was astounded by her voice. 'By Merlin! Not only is Hermione beautiful and smart, but she sings like an angel.'
"Here in the night, I see the sun
Here in the dark, our two hearts are one
Its out of our hands, we can't stop what we have begun
And love just took me by surprise, looking through your eyes" they both sung the verse together, their voices blending perfectly.
"I see a night I wish could last forever
I see a world we're meant to see together
And it is so much more than I remember
More than I remember
More than I have known" Harry sung gracefully while Hermione just waited.
"Here in the night, I see the sun
Here in the dark, our two hearts are one
Its out of our hands, we can't stop what we have begun
And love just took me by surprise, looking through your eyes
Looking through your eyes" they were both singing together once more.
Hermione was in tears when the song finished.
"That was a beautiful song," Hermione stated, "I never knew you could sing."
"I didn't know that you could sing either."
"Well now we're even."
The both burst out laughing at the comment and suddenly Harry stopped himself and hushed her.
"But ma, I don't wanna degnome the garden today..." Ron whimpered, talking in his sleep, and rolled over, pulling his blanket with him, "Make Perfect Percy or the Terror Twins do it..."
Both tried to supress their laughter without much luck and burst out laughing once again before Hermione slapped her hands over both of their mouths.
Hermione removed her hands with a smile after she was sure Ron was still soundly sleeping.
"Would want to wake up sleeping beauty now would we?" she asked him sarcastically.
Harry softly smiled. "Only if that sleeping beauty was you."
Hermione blushed. "A smooth talker are we now, Mr. Potter?" she asked him, immatating Snape.
"Yes, Professor," Harry replied and kissed Hermione before she could reply.
When they broke the kiss, Hermione was smiling.
"Professor Hermione Granger...I like the sound of that."
"Professor Hermione Potter sounds better."
Hermione blushed. "Why Harry!" she cried, embarrassed, "A little ahead of yourself aren't you?"
"Not far enough if you ask me," Harry replied with a smirk and kissed Hermione once more.
When the kiss ended, the both sighed and smiled once again. Ron suddenly shot up and turned to them, groggy, and the two froze.
"How many cups of sugar does it take to get to the moon?"
"Uh..." Harry stated and searched for an answer, "Three and a half?"
Ron nodded, fell backwards onto his pillow, and was soon back to asleep.
"I think that you should head back before we're caught. That was too close for comfort," Harry instructed Hermione.
Hermione reluctantly got up and started toward the door.
"Goodnight Harry."
"Night Mione."