A/n-OMG! I was surprised at how many people wanted the next chapter, and lucky for them, yesterday, and the day before I whipped this up. It's quite fluffy I think, and took me awhile to figure out this first part here, I just can't seem to do the "I hate you" type stuff. It's also really hard to right fluff in a guy's point of view. Ok, I found that VERY difficult! Ok, it's all in Harry's POV, k? Now onto the story.
Disclaimer-the character's aren't mine, and the mistletoe belongs to the school….don't ask, I just need sleep. Plots all mine!
The Lasting Year- Part Five: Christmas Night
I walked through
the portrait, to find Hermione twirling a piece of fallen mistletoe in her
hands. She looked up at me, and I noticed the tear stains on her cheeks. She
moved the mistletoe to her right hand, and lifted her arm, then chucked the
mistletoe at me.
It smacked me directly in the forehead, and she got a smug
look on her face, then turned back to face the fire.
I pulled her gift out from my robed and walked over to her,
placing the gift on the chair's armrest. Then I turned away from her
heartbreaking expression, and headed towards me dorm, rubbing my slightly
throbbing forehead.
"Harry?" I heard her cry out from behind me. I turned around,
and headed down the dorm steps, which I had barely gotten up in the first
place.
She stood, illuminated by the fire, and as I drew closer I
could tell that she had already opened her gift. She was holding in her hands
the little treasures that had taken me so long to find. They were small ruby
earring, shaped into the forms of roses, and they were special. I had found
them at a wizard shop, and the owner had told me that they were charmed so that
they would sparkle in any light.
I finally reached her, and she kept looking back and forth
from me to the earring, happy tears slipping down her cheeks.
"Thank you, Harry," she said, looking at me forgivingly.
I took one of her hands in mine, and took my other hand and
wiped the tears off of her cheeks.
"You're welcome," I said and leaned down to kiss her. After a
minute I broke the kiss, and looked into her eyes apologetically.
"Look Hermione, about what happened with Lavender," I began,
but she leaned up and kissed me, silencing me. She pulled back, smiling, and I
couldn't help but smile myself.
"Explain in the morning. Please. Don't ruin this," she said,
as she walked over to the chair she had been sitting in and picked a present up
off of the ground. She walked back over to me, placing it in my hands, and I
walked over to the chair and sat down.
Hermione stood over me as I began to open the gift, and I
reached up a hand, and pulled her into my lap. She giggled as she fell, and
steadied herself by putting her arms around my shoulders. I looked back at my
present, and proceeded to open it. When It was finally unwrapped, I threw the
paper aside and gaped at what I was holding in my hands.
It was a scrapbook of Muggle photos, every single one in black
and white.
I look through the book and took in the impact of each and
every photo. There were ones of Hermione and me together, whether in the common
room, the classrooms, or having fun at Hogsmeade. There were also photos from
every previous year at Hogwarts, each holding their own memories. The last
picture affected me the most though. It was a picture, much similar tone I had,
of my mother and my father, holding me for the first time. I stared at it for a
little while, then I looked at Hermione. Tears started to form in my eyes, and
she smiled.
"How…how did you get these?" I asked in amazement.
"Let's just say that I have my connections," she said, and
laughed.
I leaned down and captured her lips in a kiss, and we sat
together all night, falling asleep in each other's arms.
A/n-ok, I hoped you liked that, and I hope you don't expect a sixth part any time soon, cause I don't have a single idea for it. I have an idea for the last part though, which will either be part seven or eight. Trust me on that much. Well please review, don't make me beg!!!!!!!!!!!!
