Author's note: This is the first fanfic that I've written, so I'm a little unsure about if I like it or not. So I REALLY want feedback on this. Good or bad. Just please say it nicely. Thank you so much to everyone who has already reveiwed it. And I know that the ending of the chaper is way too typical, and there isn't any cliffhanger to make you come back... but, I couldn't think of anything better. Please let me know what you think and what needs changing!
Disclaimer: None of these people are mine, they are all J.K Rowling's. The title song belongs to Brad O'Donnell and is called Things I Cannot Say, it comes off of his wife's album, that I totally love, called A Scrapbook of Sorts. I'm just borrowing it all. The other songs aren't mine either. Everything that isn't theirs is mine, and I'd be happier if you didn't take it. Thanks.
A Scrapbook of Sorts Part 3
Upstairs Harry woke from his fitful sleep. He heard a noise, but couldn't quite make out what it was. Maybe it was Hermione's cat, Crookshanks, prowling around. As he listened longer, he realized it was someone crying, and knew it must be Hermione. Quietly he got up and walked quietly downstairs. He didn't know what he was going to say or do, but he had to go do something. He walked through the open door onto the porch. Hermione was standing with her back to him, her head in her hands, sobbing. Harry walked over and gently put his arm across her shoulder. "H-H-Harry?" she asked without looking up. "Who else could it be?" She thought.
"What are you doing?" Hermione's mind shouted at her. "You aren't talking to him, why are you letting him hold you this way? Why don't you push him away, tell him what you think of him, then leave, and let him sit feeling sorry for himself?" Hermione tried to make herself move, "I don't want to let him hold me like this, he hurt me too much." She told herself. But she couldn't move. His arm felt too safe. How could she pull away when he was holding her that way?
"Hermione," Harry broke the silence. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean that. I didn't want to hurt you, you know that. Please," he pleaded, turning her so that they faced each other. He put both arms around her and pulled her closer to his body, "Just forgive me, I'm more sorry then you will ever know."
Hermione stood letting him hold her. As she listened to him speak, she knew he really meant it. And she knew she couldn't just stand there like a wet rag. She lifted her arms up to his waist, she wrapped them around him. Then she looked up into his eyes. "I'm sorry Harry." She whispered. "I'm sorry." Hermione pulled Harry closer and laid her head against his shoulder.
Hermione stood leaning on Harry, she could hear his heart beating she could feel his hands gently moving up and down her back, playing with her hair and just holding her tightly. It felt so perfect, when Harry held her she knew, she knew that their years of friendship meant everything to him. His embrace wasn't just a friendly friends embrace, there was so much more.
Then Harry spoke, "I don't know what to say."
"Don't say anything," Hermione told him, "Just hold me." Harry held her, they stood together until Harry pulled away.
"Herm, sweetie, I think we need to talk." Hermione was still holding Harry tightly.
"Just hold me, it feels so right when I'm in your arms."
"Unless I miss my guess, you will have plenty more chances to be in my arms. Come sit with me." He led her over to the porch swing, and they sat down together.
"Oh Harry," Hermione said, "I was all wrong. I know that our friendship means a lot to you. If I had gotten over myself and thought straight, I would have realized that." Hermione put her hand on Harry's knee, he covered it with his own and started stroking her's. "I care so much about you," she continued, "When you said those things, I was too surprised to think straight. I just got so upset. I told myself that you are a cold hearted person and you would never care about me." Hermione had so many things that she wanted to tell Harry, it all came out in a rush.
"Oh Herm, I'm sorry,"
"Let me finish. I know that isn't true. You are one of the most wonderful people that I know, you were nice enough to let me stay here. And when you knew I was upset tonight you got out of your warm bed to comfort me, even though you were probably mad at me yourself. When you held me like that, I knew that you couldn't be the cold hearted man that I had made you. I knew that you are the wonderful caring and cute man that you are. And I knew that," Hermione lifted her head and looked into his green eyes, "I love you."
"You are so sweet." Harry said simply, "Not that I'm really all you say. I shouldn't have said any of the stuff I said earlier. Even as I was saying it, I knew that I'd regret it. When you walked away like that . . . I don't like it when you are so upset. We have been so close for so long. It is almost like we share the same feelings. When I knew that you were hurt and mad at me. I felt hurt, and very mad at myself. I'm so sorry for doing what I did."
"It's ok. Harry, I forgive you. And you know, now that I think about it, there is a bright side to this all."
"What is that?"
"That I finally got a chance to say some of the things that I couldn't say. I would never have just come out and told you those things, some how it was easier because of this all."
"Well, I'm glad something good came out of me being such a pigheaded galoot."
"Oh Harry, don't put yourself down. You are a wonderful person, smart, thoughtful, brave, and charming." She looked up at him, "You have wonderful green eyes too."
Harry laughed, "Remember the poem Ginny sent me that Valentine's Day?"
"Yes," Hermione said, also laughing. "His eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad." She quoted.
"Boy, was I embarrassed about that."
"Well, your eyes may be as green, but a fresh pickled toad doesn't have quite the sparkle that your eyes do." Hermione snuggled closer to Harry, who was being unusually quiet. "Harry," she said, "I think I'm in love with you."
"Yeah, I think I've known that for a while. As much as I've tried to ignore it, I'm not blind, I've noticed how you act around me. I think it is pretty cute."
"What about you Harry?"
"What about me?"
"How do you feel about this?"
"I don't know. After Cho and I broke up, I told myself that I wasn't going to fall for anyone again." Harry had dated a fellow Hogwarts student, Cho Chang during his fifth and sixth years. At the beginning of their seventh year, Harry had found that Cho had been dating his arch enemy, Draco Malfoy. She thought it was a pretty good joke to be dating them both at once. Harry had immediately broken it off with Cho. Since then he had been very hesitant about getting involved with anybody. "I never really realized how much I love you," he continued. "I think that it has been there for a long time. I just snuffed it out after my experience with Cho, then when you were so upset I really realized what you meant to me. And to hear you say that you love me, that was what did it. Other then that, I don't know how I feel," a slow smile crept across his face. "Except that I love you! There! I said it. You don't know how many times I've wanted to say that, without even knowing it." Hermione looked into his sparkling eyes with her own shining ones. "I love you Hermione," Harry repeated, waiting for her to respond.
Hermione didn't say anything, but sat gazing at him with a wonderful smile on her face. "He said it!" she thought, "And he means it, he really loves me." Hermione tried to find the words to say, but her head was spinning too fast.
Harry sat looking at her, the woman that he loved. Oh, it was so nice to admit that to himself. He thought of the day that they had first met. Back then he never would have expected to end up like this. Sitting on the porch of a house they shared, snuggled together, telling her how much he loved her. "Did I really say that?" he asked him self, "Maybe I imagined it all."
"Hermione," he repeated, wondering if she had heard her the first time, "I love you."
"You told me that." she said, finally able to speak, "What are you going to do about it?" She asked in a bossy voice, still smiling.
Harry smiled too, "Does this work?" he asked.
Harry leaned over toward Hermione's face, which was already tilted toward his. He pressed his lips gently onto hers. He gave her a quick kiss, then leaned back so he could take a good look at her beautiful face.
Hermione had known what he was going to do, that is why she had said what she said. But even so, it seemed so unexpected. It wasn't like any other kiss. She had been kissed by lots of other boys. Neville Longbottom had kissed her, that wasn't a pleasant memory. And then there was Professor Lockhart. What a fool she had been too ever like him. Once during her second year, he had taken her into his office. He said he was going to help her with her homework. Once the door was shut, he had started kissing her and taking her clothes off. She had fled the room. She never did tell Dumbledore about it, but Lockhart was put in a mental hospital shortly after for other reasons, so she didn't need to now. Those kisses had been very unpleasant, but there had been many pleasant ones too. She and Dean Thomas had dated quite seriously during their fifth year. They had kissed quite frequently. She had kissed Harry before, but it had never been like this.
Her head was spinning, Harry pulled away and sat looking at her. "Yes," she said, in answer to his previous question, "That works splendidly." She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into another kiss. This kiss was altogether different from the first. It was much longer and more passionate. Hermione felt like she had never been kissed before; it was so fulfilling. She could feel Harry's hands on her back, rubbing it slowly. She was running her hands through his unruly black hair. After what seemed to Hermione a wonderful eternity, they both pulled away.
"Oh Harry," Hermione said quietly, "There is no doubt in my mind now."
"Doubt about what?"
"That you are the most wonderful person I've ever met."
"Nice of you to say so, even if it isn't true."
"Look, Harry, that shows exactly what I mean. You are amazing. I'm not talking about how you defeated Voldemort, I'm talking about YOU. Your modesty, the way you will risk your life for anybody, the confident way you carry yourself, they way you always have a cheerful word to encourage me, the way you are you, no matter what anyone thinks, and most importantly, the way you love me. Harry, you are amazing. And I love you." Tears started trickling down Hermione's face.
"What is wrong Hermione?" Harry gently asked.
"Nothing, you just made me happy. Happy tears."
"Girls," Harry said, in fake disgust. "Always crying, when they are happy, when they are sad. Silly old girls."
Hermione laughed through her tears, "You seemed to like me enough a few moments ago. Or were you just faking that kiss? It seemed real enough." Hermione scooted away from Harry, "I don't want to be next to no player."
By this time they were both laughing.
"Get back here." Harry told her.
"Why should I?"
"Because I asked you to."
"So what?" Hermione said, throughly enjoying the banter.
"Don't you think that is a good enough reason?"
"Oh maybe." Hermione got up then sat down on Harry's lap.
"Ug, you look a lot lighter then you really are?"
"Is that supposed to be a complement?"
"I'm not sure."
"You're never sure of anything."
"Oh yes I am." Harry disagreed.
"Like what?"
"I'm sure that I love you. And I'm sure that you are the most wonderful girl in my life."
"Ok, you win." Hermione laughed.
They sat silently looking out across the garden, Hermione was still on Harry's lap, and he had his arms around her. Harry started humming.
"What song is that?" Hermione asked him
"I'm trying to remember. I can't put my finger on what it is."
"It sounds really familiar. I know I've heard it before."
"All I can remember is the chorus."
"Go for it."
Harry started singing. His voice sounded strong and clear in the quiet night.
"She how it sparkles in my eyes,
I couldn't hide it if I tried,"
Then Hermione joined him, and they sang together in harmony.
"I don't love you much, do I,
Just more then anything else in this whole world."
Hermione turned toward Harry smiling. "Hey, we're pretty good!" She commented. "Ever think about preforming in a new duo?"
"I can't say I ever have, sounds like fun though. We really do sound pretty good together, lets sing something else."
Hermione started singing, "This is the song that never ends . . . "
"No! Anything but that!"
Hermione switched to singing, "Oops, I did it again, I played with your heart."
"Ok, not anything, I refuse to listen to Brittney Spears. Come on, lets sing a real song." Harry started singing an old folk song that he loved. He and Hermione both listened to a great deal of American folk music.
"I've fell in love for a lifetime,
I'm in it for the miles,
I'm gonna be here a lifetime,
And not just a little while.
I give myself completely,
And I know that it won't-"
His song was interrupted by Hermione who had turned to him and was kissing him. "Harry, I love you." She didn't think that she could say that enough.
"I love you too honey."
"Well, what are we going to do about it?"
"Well," Harry suggested with a smile, "We could kiss again."
"That sounds like a smashing idea; though it isn't quite what I had in mind."
"Well, then what do you mean?"
"Oh, you know. Do we tell everyone? Or are we even an official couple now? Is Ron going to be upset with us we because we split up the trio? Why are we even dating?"
"Slow down, one question at a time. You always have to be the practical one, don't you?" Harry wasn't ready to think about these things. But Hermione always had to have everything settled before anything else could happen. "To start at the beginning of the list, I don't think it is quite necessary to tell everyone. They are bound to figure it out pretty quickly. And it seems to me that we are an official couple. I don't think that Ron is going to be upset with us. I think that he will be happy to share our joy. Why are we dating? Because we love each other!" he paused, "Because we are going to share the rest of our lives with each other!" Harry planted a kiss on her forehead.
"Sounds like a smashing idea!"
They sat silently until Harry asked, "You want to go for a walk? We could go up to Hogsmeade Hill. I heard that there is supposed to be a meteor shower. It would be spectacular from up there."
"I'm game. Let me change my shoes and grab a jumper."
"I need to change clothes too."
Harry and Hermione got up and quietly walked up the stairs. They each went into their own rooms. Hermione took off her black heeled sandals, and changed into a pair of black sneakers. She grabbed a light jumper and walked out of the room, turning the light out behind her. She walked down the hall to Harry's room, and quietly tapped on the closed door.
"Just a second," Harry answered quietly. Moments later he appeared, wearing a pair of blue jeans, and a navy blue jumper that Hermione especially liked. "Ready?"
"Yeah, lets go."
The silently left the house and walked off in the Hogsmeade night.
Disclaimer: None of these people are mine, they are all J.K Rowling's. The title song belongs to Brad O'Donnell and is called Things I Cannot Say, it comes off of his wife's album, that I totally love, called A Scrapbook of Sorts. I'm just borrowing it all. The other songs aren't mine either. Everything that isn't theirs is mine, and I'd be happier if you didn't take it. Thanks.
A Scrapbook of Sorts Part 3
Upstairs Harry woke from his fitful sleep. He heard a noise, but couldn't quite make out what it was. Maybe it was Hermione's cat, Crookshanks, prowling around. As he listened longer, he realized it was someone crying, and knew it must be Hermione. Quietly he got up and walked quietly downstairs. He didn't know what he was going to say or do, but he had to go do something. He walked through the open door onto the porch. Hermione was standing with her back to him, her head in her hands, sobbing. Harry walked over and gently put his arm across her shoulder. "H-H-Harry?" she asked without looking up. "Who else could it be?" She thought.
"What are you doing?" Hermione's mind shouted at her. "You aren't talking to him, why are you letting him hold you this way? Why don't you push him away, tell him what you think of him, then leave, and let him sit feeling sorry for himself?" Hermione tried to make herself move, "I don't want to let him hold me like this, he hurt me too much." She told herself. But she couldn't move. His arm felt too safe. How could she pull away when he was holding her that way?
"Hermione," Harry broke the silence. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean that. I didn't want to hurt you, you know that. Please," he pleaded, turning her so that they faced each other. He put both arms around her and pulled her closer to his body, "Just forgive me, I'm more sorry then you will ever know."
Hermione stood letting him hold her. As she listened to him speak, she knew he really meant it. And she knew she couldn't just stand there like a wet rag. She lifted her arms up to his waist, she wrapped them around him. Then she looked up into his eyes. "I'm sorry Harry." She whispered. "I'm sorry." Hermione pulled Harry closer and laid her head against his shoulder.
Hermione stood leaning on Harry, she could hear his heart beating she could feel his hands gently moving up and down her back, playing with her hair and just holding her tightly. It felt so perfect, when Harry held her she knew, she knew that their years of friendship meant everything to him. His embrace wasn't just a friendly friends embrace, there was so much more.
Then Harry spoke, "I don't know what to say."
"Don't say anything," Hermione told him, "Just hold me." Harry held her, they stood together until Harry pulled away.
"Herm, sweetie, I think we need to talk." Hermione was still holding Harry tightly.
"Just hold me, it feels so right when I'm in your arms."
"Unless I miss my guess, you will have plenty more chances to be in my arms. Come sit with me." He led her over to the porch swing, and they sat down together.
"Oh Harry," Hermione said, "I was all wrong. I know that our friendship means a lot to you. If I had gotten over myself and thought straight, I would have realized that." Hermione put her hand on Harry's knee, he covered it with his own and started stroking her's. "I care so much about you," she continued, "When you said those things, I was too surprised to think straight. I just got so upset. I told myself that you are a cold hearted person and you would never care about me." Hermione had so many things that she wanted to tell Harry, it all came out in a rush.
"Oh Herm, I'm sorry,"
"Let me finish. I know that isn't true. You are one of the most wonderful people that I know, you were nice enough to let me stay here. And when you knew I was upset tonight you got out of your warm bed to comfort me, even though you were probably mad at me yourself. When you held me like that, I knew that you couldn't be the cold hearted man that I had made you. I knew that you are the wonderful caring and cute man that you are. And I knew that," Hermione lifted her head and looked into his green eyes, "I love you."
"You are so sweet." Harry said simply, "Not that I'm really all you say. I shouldn't have said any of the stuff I said earlier. Even as I was saying it, I knew that I'd regret it. When you walked away like that . . . I don't like it when you are so upset. We have been so close for so long. It is almost like we share the same feelings. When I knew that you were hurt and mad at me. I felt hurt, and very mad at myself. I'm so sorry for doing what I did."
"It's ok. Harry, I forgive you. And you know, now that I think about it, there is a bright side to this all."
"What is that?"
"That I finally got a chance to say some of the things that I couldn't say. I would never have just come out and told you those things, some how it was easier because of this all."
"Well, I'm glad something good came out of me being such a pigheaded galoot."
"Oh Harry, don't put yourself down. You are a wonderful person, smart, thoughtful, brave, and charming." She looked up at him, "You have wonderful green eyes too."
Harry laughed, "Remember the poem Ginny sent me that Valentine's Day?"
"Yes," Hermione said, also laughing. "His eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad." She quoted.
"Boy, was I embarrassed about that."
"Well, your eyes may be as green, but a fresh pickled toad doesn't have quite the sparkle that your eyes do." Hermione snuggled closer to Harry, who was being unusually quiet. "Harry," she said, "I think I'm in love with you."
"Yeah, I think I've known that for a while. As much as I've tried to ignore it, I'm not blind, I've noticed how you act around me. I think it is pretty cute."
"What about you Harry?"
"What about me?"
"How do you feel about this?"
"I don't know. After Cho and I broke up, I told myself that I wasn't going to fall for anyone again." Harry had dated a fellow Hogwarts student, Cho Chang during his fifth and sixth years. At the beginning of their seventh year, Harry had found that Cho had been dating his arch enemy, Draco Malfoy. She thought it was a pretty good joke to be dating them both at once. Harry had immediately broken it off with Cho. Since then he had been very hesitant about getting involved with anybody. "I never really realized how much I love you," he continued. "I think that it has been there for a long time. I just snuffed it out after my experience with Cho, then when you were so upset I really realized what you meant to me. And to hear you say that you love me, that was what did it. Other then that, I don't know how I feel," a slow smile crept across his face. "Except that I love you! There! I said it. You don't know how many times I've wanted to say that, without even knowing it." Hermione looked into his sparkling eyes with her own shining ones. "I love you Hermione," Harry repeated, waiting for her to respond.
Hermione didn't say anything, but sat gazing at him with a wonderful smile on her face. "He said it!" she thought, "And he means it, he really loves me." Hermione tried to find the words to say, but her head was spinning too fast.
Harry sat looking at her, the woman that he loved. Oh, it was so nice to admit that to himself. He thought of the day that they had first met. Back then he never would have expected to end up like this. Sitting on the porch of a house they shared, snuggled together, telling her how much he loved her. "Did I really say that?" he asked him self, "Maybe I imagined it all."
"Hermione," he repeated, wondering if she had heard her the first time, "I love you."
"You told me that." she said, finally able to speak, "What are you going to do about it?" She asked in a bossy voice, still smiling.
Harry smiled too, "Does this work?" he asked.
Harry leaned over toward Hermione's face, which was already tilted toward his. He pressed his lips gently onto hers. He gave her a quick kiss, then leaned back so he could take a good look at her beautiful face.
Hermione had known what he was going to do, that is why she had said what she said. But even so, it seemed so unexpected. It wasn't like any other kiss. She had been kissed by lots of other boys. Neville Longbottom had kissed her, that wasn't a pleasant memory. And then there was Professor Lockhart. What a fool she had been too ever like him. Once during her second year, he had taken her into his office. He said he was going to help her with her homework. Once the door was shut, he had started kissing her and taking her clothes off. She had fled the room. She never did tell Dumbledore about it, but Lockhart was put in a mental hospital shortly after for other reasons, so she didn't need to now. Those kisses had been very unpleasant, but there had been many pleasant ones too. She and Dean Thomas had dated quite seriously during their fifth year. They had kissed quite frequently. She had kissed Harry before, but it had never been like this.
Her head was spinning, Harry pulled away and sat looking at her. "Yes," she said, in answer to his previous question, "That works splendidly." She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into another kiss. This kiss was altogether different from the first. It was much longer and more passionate. Hermione felt like she had never been kissed before; it was so fulfilling. She could feel Harry's hands on her back, rubbing it slowly. She was running her hands through his unruly black hair. After what seemed to Hermione a wonderful eternity, they both pulled away.
"Oh Harry," Hermione said quietly, "There is no doubt in my mind now."
"Doubt about what?"
"That you are the most wonderful person I've ever met."
"Nice of you to say so, even if it isn't true."
"Look, Harry, that shows exactly what I mean. You are amazing. I'm not talking about how you defeated Voldemort, I'm talking about YOU. Your modesty, the way you will risk your life for anybody, the confident way you carry yourself, they way you always have a cheerful word to encourage me, the way you are you, no matter what anyone thinks, and most importantly, the way you love me. Harry, you are amazing. And I love you." Tears started trickling down Hermione's face.
"What is wrong Hermione?" Harry gently asked.
"Nothing, you just made me happy. Happy tears."
"Girls," Harry said, in fake disgust. "Always crying, when they are happy, when they are sad. Silly old girls."
Hermione laughed through her tears, "You seemed to like me enough a few moments ago. Or were you just faking that kiss? It seemed real enough." Hermione scooted away from Harry, "I don't want to be next to no player."
By this time they were both laughing.
"Get back here." Harry told her.
"Why should I?"
"Because I asked you to."
"So what?" Hermione said, throughly enjoying the banter.
"Don't you think that is a good enough reason?"
"Oh maybe." Hermione got up then sat down on Harry's lap.
"Ug, you look a lot lighter then you really are?"
"Is that supposed to be a complement?"
"I'm not sure."
"You're never sure of anything."
"Oh yes I am." Harry disagreed.
"Like what?"
"I'm sure that I love you. And I'm sure that you are the most wonderful girl in my life."
"Ok, you win." Hermione laughed.
They sat silently looking out across the garden, Hermione was still on Harry's lap, and he had his arms around her. Harry started humming.
"What song is that?" Hermione asked him
"I'm trying to remember. I can't put my finger on what it is."
"It sounds really familiar. I know I've heard it before."
"All I can remember is the chorus."
"Go for it."
Harry started singing. His voice sounded strong and clear in the quiet night.
"She how it sparkles in my eyes,
I couldn't hide it if I tried,"
Then Hermione joined him, and they sang together in harmony.
"I don't love you much, do I,
Just more then anything else in this whole world."
Hermione turned toward Harry smiling. "Hey, we're pretty good!" She commented. "Ever think about preforming in a new duo?"
"I can't say I ever have, sounds like fun though. We really do sound pretty good together, lets sing something else."
Hermione started singing, "This is the song that never ends . . . "
"No! Anything but that!"
Hermione switched to singing, "Oops, I did it again, I played with your heart."
"Ok, not anything, I refuse to listen to Brittney Spears. Come on, lets sing a real song." Harry started singing an old folk song that he loved. He and Hermione both listened to a great deal of American folk music.
"I've fell in love for a lifetime,
I'm in it for the miles,
I'm gonna be here a lifetime,
And not just a little while.
I give myself completely,
And I know that it won't-"
His song was interrupted by Hermione who had turned to him and was kissing him. "Harry, I love you." She didn't think that she could say that enough.
"I love you too honey."
"Well, what are we going to do about it?"
"Well," Harry suggested with a smile, "We could kiss again."
"That sounds like a smashing idea; though it isn't quite what I had in mind."
"Well, then what do you mean?"
"Oh, you know. Do we tell everyone? Or are we even an official couple now? Is Ron going to be upset with us we because we split up the trio? Why are we even dating?"
"Slow down, one question at a time. You always have to be the practical one, don't you?" Harry wasn't ready to think about these things. But Hermione always had to have everything settled before anything else could happen. "To start at the beginning of the list, I don't think it is quite necessary to tell everyone. They are bound to figure it out pretty quickly. And it seems to me that we are an official couple. I don't think that Ron is going to be upset with us. I think that he will be happy to share our joy. Why are we dating? Because we love each other!" he paused, "Because we are going to share the rest of our lives with each other!" Harry planted a kiss on her forehead.
"Sounds like a smashing idea!"
They sat silently until Harry asked, "You want to go for a walk? We could go up to Hogsmeade Hill. I heard that there is supposed to be a meteor shower. It would be spectacular from up there."
"I'm game. Let me change my shoes and grab a jumper."
"I need to change clothes too."
Harry and Hermione got up and quietly walked up the stairs. They each went into their own rooms. Hermione took off her black heeled sandals, and changed into a pair of black sneakers. She grabbed a light jumper and walked out of the room, turning the light out behind her. She walked down the hall to Harry's room, and quietly tapped on the closed door.
"Just a second," Harry answered quietly. Moments later he appeared, wearing a pair of blue jeans, and a navy blue jumper that Hermione especially liked. "Ready?"
"Yeah, lets go."
The silently left the house and walked off in the Hogsmeade night.