Chapter 4
"Hermione, why didn't you tell us it was you?" said Harry, in his soft, calm voice that he used when comforting someone.
"Well, for a while I didn't know, but I worked it out when I tried to find out about my past."
"You could have told us once you knew, you know we'd understand." said Ron - their childhood squabbles were behind him now.
"But I didn't understand, so I couldn't tell you."
"That's okay Hermi, I understand" said Harry, softly. She secretly liked it when he called her Hermi.
Ron then announced that he was tired and went up to the dorm to sleep, which left Harry alone with Hermione in the common room. Hermione was beginning to doubt whether she could really do this. And what if she couldn't? There'd be noone left to protect against Voldemort. Softly, she started to cry. Harry moved closer to her and put his arm around her waist. She rested her head on his shoulder, tears still pouring down her cheeks. He tightened his grip on her and it was then she knew she was going to be okay.
"Harry?"
"Yea?"
"Thank you"
"That's okay"
The portrait hole opened and in came Professor McGonagall. She looked down at the two snuggled together by the fire, and knew now, the one who could give the gift. But she knew she would have to let him work that out for himself. She was followed shortly by Dumbledore, who said
"He's on his was Hermione. Do you know what you have to do?"
"Yes."
"Then go."
Hermione got up and began to walk to her dorm, but then turned round on instinct, and gazing helplessly into Harry's deep green eyes, she kissed him lightly on the lips, much to his amazement. She turned, and went to seal the destiny of an entire world.
"Hermione, why didn't you tell us it was you?" said Harry, in his soft, calm voice that he used when comforting someone.
"Well, for a while I didn't know, but I worked it out when I tried to find out about my past."
"You could have told us once you knew, you know we'd understand." said Ron - their childhood squabbles were behind him now.
"But I didn't understand, so I couldn't tell you."
"That's okay Hermi, I understand" said Harry, softly. She secretly liked it when he called her Hermi.
Ron then announced that he was tired and went up to the dorm to sleep, which left Harry alone with Hermione in the common room. Hermione was beginning to doubt whether she could really do this. And what if she couldn't? There'd be noone left to protect against Voldemort. Softly, she started to cry. Harry moved closer to her and put his arm around her waist. She rested her head on his shoulder, tears still pouring down her cheeks. He tightened his grip on her and it was then she knew she was going to be okay.
"Harry?"
"Yea?"
"Thank you"
"That's okay"
The portrait hole opened and in came Professor McGonagall. She looked down at the two snuggled together by the fire, and knew now, the one who could give the gift. But she knew she would have to let him work that out for himself. She was followed shortly by Dumbledore, who said
"He's on his was Hermione. Do you know what you have to do?"
"Yes."
"Then go."
Hermione got up and began to walk to her dorm, but then turned round on instinct, and gazing helplessly into Harry's deep green eyes, she kissed him lightly on the lips, much to his amazement. She turned, and went to seal the destiny of an entire world.