Looking Up
Chapter 7
It was dark outside the Burrow, not even the stars were bright enough to illuminate the night. Two people were sitting in the grass, their hands locked. One of them, the girl, was whispering, and the other nodded, a small smile gracing his lips. He turned to his companion, and said something in her ear. She laughed, and rested her head on his shoulder, taking a deep breath, and burying her face in his shirt.
"Hermione, do you think we're going to be okay?" The girl looked up and met her companions eyes.
"Yes, Harry. I know we are," She murmured, and touched his face. He was scared, she could feel it. He looked at her, pleading with her to tell him stories. Of when things weren't so dark. Of when he wasn't frightened, when he was younger, and naïve.
"Don't be afraid Harry, we're all going to be okay. Better than we've ever been, actually. Remember the first time we met, Ron, you, and I? On the train? I was such a little brat then, wasn't I? But I fixed you're glasses for you, do you remember that?" He nodded, smiling.
"I do. The moment you fixed my glasses, I thought to myself 'I think she's going to be my friend.' I guess I was right," He laughed. Hermione smiled at him, and squeezed his hand.
"Do you remember the Troll? You were so brave, to come and save me like that. That was when I knew we would be friends, when you and Ron stuck a wand up his nose!" She laughed, falling into his lap. They stayed like that for a long time, remembering the years before. They laughed at all the screw ups, the ones that used to seem so important, and finally, they remembered the first night they'd met up.
"I remember in Second Year…the first time we ever met outside. You dragged me out of the Common Room in the middle of the night, just to look at the stars. That was one of the best nights of my life, you know," Hermione said, looking up at Harry's face.
"Really? Me too. I don't even know why I wanted you to see the night sky so much…all I know is that I just needed to share it with someone…and I knew you'd understand…" Harry chuckled lightly. Hermione blushed, and smiled up at him.
"Do you know when you're lessons with Dumbledore are going to start?" She asked, running a hand through her hair. Harry shook his head, and she sighed.
"Doesn't it ever bother you that he never tells you anything?" She sat up, still in his lap.
"I just assume he'll tell me when he needs to…" Harry said, pushing his glasses up his nose. Hermione sighed again, and got to her feet. Harry followed, taking her hand as they walked back to the Burrow. Before they opened the door, he kissed her lightly on the lips, and then they retreated inside, letting the old door of the Burrow swing shut behind them.
It's coming to a close everyone...stay tuned for the last few chapters! New question everybody...when will Ron discover that his two best friends are in love? And how? Review!
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