Disclaimer: This is pointless. We all know that only one person could ever
deserve to own these people: j.k. rowling. Even though I'm thinking of
borrowing Ron for a few days…(
5th Year Love
Chapter 4
Realizations and Awakenings
The next morning Madame Pomfrey came down the stairs from her quarters and into the hospital wing and stared at the sight that greeted her. Hermione looked very relaxed as she slept with her head next to Ron's body, and her hand on top of his. Fred was now laying in Harry's lap and Harry on Fred's back, his glasses on the floor. George was curled in a fetal position, drooling on the hard floor; Ginny was nothing more than a lump under a blanket. If the situation hadn't been what it was, Madame Pomfrey would have laughed.
Instead she tapped Hermione on the shoulder, sending her into the air with a yell. This woke everyone else. As soon as Fred and Harry opened their eyes and realized they were in a somewhat compromising position, they jumped up and made sure no one had seen them.
Madame Pomfrey forced everyone out. They all just stood sleep-eyed out in the hallway still in the waking process. Hermione was the first to look at her watch and reminded them it was 8:30, nearly time for class. She let out a heavy sigh. How were they supposed to concentrate in their conditions? If only they could go back in there…
The five of them sat through their classes with a dazed look as the day crawled on. Most people were aware of some version of what had happened, so they left them alone. They didn't speak to hardly anyone. They stirred their food into mishmash at meals. They stayed in a circle in the common room getting their homework done so they could go back to see Ron. They would remain by his side making petty conversation until Madame Pomfrey kicked them out. She had made several abortive attempts at reviving Ron. Nothing worked. She didn't understand it and could only tell the worried group that he'd wake up on his own soon; there wasn't much she could do.
Days went by, the group was still floating through their schedule, not fully aware of everything that was going on. Ginny was constantly bumping into suits of armor, walking through ghosts, tripping up stairs. She even ran directly into Harry on her way back from transfiguration.
He caught her by the shoulders and her head snapped up; their eyes locked.
Wow, his eyes are amazing…
Blimey, she's adorable when she bites her lip like that…
They mumbled their apologies and continued on.
Everything was fine until Harry and Hermione went to potions, the last class on Friday. They always dreaded this class, but they especially wanted to avoid it today.
"So, I heard what happened to the weasel. It's such a shame," Malloy drawled in mock pity. He was grinning.
Ignore him. Ignore him. Ignore- "DON'T call him that." Hermione couldn't ignore him.
"Oh sorry Mudblood, did you say something? I was too distracted by you repulsive appearance to hear you." He smirked and turned away.
Harry clenched his fists, fighting the urge to beat Draco to a pulp. Hermione closed her eyes and took a deep breath. It was true. She had never really fretted over her looks before, but these past few days, she'd completely neglected them. Her hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail, the shorter hair falling out around her face. She had dark circles under her eyes, was extremely pale and looked very ill. Her robes were wrinkled and needed to be washed. But she really didn't really care.
Harry grabbed her wrist and led her to a back table. They remained silent for the lesson. They didn't even manage to lose any points for Griffindor.
When potions was over, Hermione headed back to the Gryffindor tower by herself. Harry caught up to her just as she reached the fat lady.
"Pumpernickel-Hermione, wait. Where are you going?"
She had dropped her bags by a big chair and continued walking. "I'm going upstairs to sleep. I need sleep."
Harry agreed with her so they headed to their respective dormitories to get some shut-eye. They didn't wake up till after everyone had gone to bed and the common room was deserted.
Hermione stopped at the bottom of the staircase and then looked at her watch. "Dammit! I slept too long. Now I can't go see Ron." She resignedly turned around to head upstairs, only to run into Harry.
"Hey."
"I slept too long," Harry mumbled.
"Me too."
"I'm wide awake".
"Me too".
Harry put his arm around Hermione and led her to the fireplace. They sat down facing one another, but looked at the floor. They hadn't been talking much to anyone lately. But they needed to talk to one another. It was time.
Hermione shook her head and sighed. Still looking at the floor she said, "What the hell happened out there? I mean, what did this to him?"
"I don't know, but whatever or WHOever it was is gonna pay!" Harry spat.
Hermione glanced at Harry. His face was full of anger and concern. He met her eyes and looked into them, frowning. She's not telling me something, "What is it Hermione?"
"Well this whole thing has gotten me thinking about everything. Hogwarts, my family, you, of course Ron…You know who. What if-what is this happened because of him? I mean, we all know he's back, and fortunately nothing serious has happened…yet. But what if this is the beginning? And well, it just made me think about - my best friends."
Harry was listening very intently and nodded understandingly for her to continue.
"And how I would feel- how I do feel - if something happened to one of you guys before I could tell you…(tears were now dripping down her face)…Harry, I love you. I mean, you're my best friend, the brother I never had. You mean the world to me and if I lost you, I'd be losing part of me as well. And I can't stand the thought of you not knowing that I love you". She looked into his tear filled emerald eyes.
He smiled and hugged her. "Hermione, I love you too. You are my family. You, Sirius, the Weasleys…you are all my family. And I feel that you and I have this, I dunno, a special bond of sorts. I'll never let anyone, anything ever hurt you. I love you so much."
They were both crying now, still in each other's arms. Deep in their hearts, they'd always known they loved one another, but now they'd said it; it brought them closer. Their relationship was at a new level. And Harry finally knew how Ron feels about his own sister- protective, loving. Nothing made him happier that to see her smile; nothing ruined his day more than to see her cry.
"Don't cry Hermione!" She smiled. He smiled back. They knew things were better now, that they'd get through this…together.
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Harry and Hermione sat in silence for what seemed like hours. Neither one was very sleepy and they were content with sitting next to each other, just thinking.
"Harry?"
"Unh huh."
"Oh, never mind." Harry could tell she wanted to say something, but didn't know how to say it.
"You wanna play a game of chess?" his eyes dared her to say no.
"Bring it on!"
After a few minutes of silent game play, Harry said, "Ya' gonna tell me or do I have to drag it out of you…again?"
She knew she would lose this battle. "Its just. Well, its- I can't stop thinking about Ron. Every time he walks in a room, I get nervous. Every time he looks at me, I blush. I try so hard NOT to embarrass myself, I end up doing it anyway. I love hearing his laugh, seeing his smiling, watching him harass Ginny in a way only brothers can. I love the way his ears go pink all the time ("yeah, whenever you're around, cough")- what did you just say?"
"Nothing. I was coughing." Harry suppressed a smile.
"Its all very frustrating. These feelings. And now- when I saw him lying there, a wave of panic shot through my body. What if I never hear him laugh again or see him smile? What if I never lose another game of chess to him again? ("Checkmate")-damn- what if I never got to hear his brothers call him Ickle Ronniekins. It scares me that maybe I lost my chance. My chance to tell him how I feel. That's all." God please let him be okay.
Harry put away the chess game and Hermione sat back on the couch with him.
"Trust me. He'll be fine. We'll check back in the morning ok. But now we need to sleep. Go to sleep!" She leaned her head against his chest and quickly fell into a dream world where life was perfect and everything made sense.
They didn't know it, but they slept through breakfast and probably would have slept through lunch had it not been for Ginny. Around 11 o'clock, she came bounding in the portrait hole.
"Harry! Hermione! There you are! Get up Get up!!!!!" She was gently smacking Harry's face.
"Wh-what? What is it?" Hermione sat up and rubbed her eyes. "What are you bouncing for?"
"Ron woke up! He's awake!"
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A/N: dun dun dun! What will happen? Will Ron remember what attacked him? Will we find out why he couldn't wake up? How many people saw Harry and Hermione sleeping together in the common room? What's up with Fred? Stay tuned for the next chapter of 5th Year Love. That's if I ever find time to write. Thank you for your reviews and thank you so much for bothering to read my stories. It means a lot.
5th Year Love
Chapter 4
Realizations and Awakenings
The next morning Madame Pomfrey came down the stairs from her quarters and into the hospital wing and stared at the sight that greeted her. Hermione looked very relaxed as she slept with her head next to Ron's body, and her hand on top of his. Fred was now laying in Harry's lap and Harry on Fred's back, his glasses on the floor. George was curled in a fetal position, drooling on the hard floor; Ginny was nothing more than a lump under a blanket. If the situation hadn't been what it was, Madame Pomfrey would have laughed.
Instead she tapped Hermione on the shoulder, sending her into the air with a yell. This woke everyone else. As soon as Fred and Harry opened their eyes and realized they were in a somewhat compromising position, they jumped up and made sure no one had seen them.
Madame Pomfrey forced everyone out. They all just stood sleep-eyed out in the hallway still in the waking process. Hermione was the first to look at her watch and reminded them it was 8:30, nearly time for class. She let out a heavy sigh. How were they supposed to concentrate in their conditions? If only they could go back in there…
The five of them sat through their classes with a dazed look as the day crawled on. Most people were aware of some version of what had happened, so they left them alone. They didn't speak to hardly anyone. They stirred their food into mishmash at meals. They stayed in a circle in the common room getting their homework done so they could go back to see Ron. They would remain by his side making petty conversation until Madame Pomfrey kicked them out. She had made several abortive attempts at reviving Ron. Nothing worked. She didn't understand it and could only tell the worried group that he'd wake up on his own soon; there wasn't much she could do.
Days went by, the group was still floating through their schedule, not fully aware of everything that was going on. Ginny was constantly bumping into suits of armor, walking through ghosts, tripping up stairs. She even ran directly into Harry on her way back from transfiguration.
He caught her by the shoulders and her head snapped up; their eyes locked.
Wow, his eyes are amazing…
Blimey, she's adorable when she bites her lip like that…
They mumbled their apologies and continued on.
Everything was fine until Harry and Hermione went to potions, the last class on Friday. They always dreaded this class, but they especially wanted to avoid it today.
"So, I heard what happened to the weasel. It's such a shame," Malloy drawled in mock pity. He was grinning.
Ignore him. Ignore him. Ignore- "DON'T call him that." Hermione couldn't ignore him.
"Oh sorry Mudblood, did you say something? I was too distracted by you repulsive appearance to hear you." He smirked and turned away.
Harry clenched his fists, fighting the urge to beat Draco to a pulp. Hermione closed her eyes and took a deep breath. It was true. She had never really fretted over her looks before, but these past few days, she'd completely neglected them. Her hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail, the shorter hair falling out around her face. She had dark circles under her eyes, was extremely pale and looked very ill. Her robes were wrinkled and needed to be washed. But she really didn't really care.
Harry grabbed her wrist and led her to a back table. They remained silent for the lesson. They didn't even manage to lose any points for Griffindor.
When potions was over, Hermione headed back to the Gryffindor tower by herself. Harry caught up to her just as she reached the fat lady.
"Pumpernickel-Hermione, wait. Where are you going?"
She had dropped her bags by a big chair and continued walking. "I'm going upstairs to sleep. I need sleep."
Harry agreed with her so they headed to their respective dormitories to get some shut-eye. They didn't wake up till after everyone had gone to bed and the common room was deserted.
Hermione stopped at the bottom of the staircase and then looked at her watch. "Dammit! I slept too long. Now I can't go see Ron." She resignedly turned around to head upstairs, only to run into Harry.
"Hey."
"I slept too long," Harry mumbled.
"Me too."
"I'm wide awake".
"Me too".
Harry put his arm around Hermione and led her to the fireplace. They sat down facing one another, but looked at the floor. They hadn't been talking much to anyone lately. But they needed to talk to one another. It was time.
Hermione shook her head and sighed. Still looking at the floor she said, "What the hell happened out there? I mean, what did this to him?"
"I don't know, but whatever or WHOever it was is gonna pay!" Harry spat.
Hermione glanced at Harry. His face was full of anger and concern. He met her eyes and looked into them, frowning. She's not telling me something, "What is it Hermione?"
"Well this whole thing has gotten me thinking about everything. Hogwarts, my family, you, of course Ron…You know who. What if-what is this happened because of him? I mean, we all know he's back, and fortunately nothing serious has happened…yet. But what if this is the beginning? And well, it just made me think about - my best friends."
Harry was listening very intently and nodded understandingly for her to continue.
"And how I would feel- how I do feel - if something happened to one of you guys before I could tell you…(tears were now dripping down her face)…Harry, I love you. I mean, you're my best friend, the brother I never had. You mean the world to me and if I lost you, I'd be losing part of me as well. And I can't stand the thought of you not knowing that I love you". She looked into his tear filled emerald eyes.
He smiled and hugged her. "Hermione, I love you too. You are my family. You, Sirius, the Weasleys…you are all my family. And I feel that you and I have this, I dunno, a special bond of sorts. I'll never let anyone, anything ever hurt you. I love you so much."
They were both crying now, still in each other's arms. Deep in their hearts, they'd always known they loved one another, but now they'd said it; it brought them closer. Their relationship was at a new level. And Harry finally knew how Ron feels about his own sister- protective, loving. Nothing made him happier that to see her smile; nothing ruined his day more than to see her cry.
"Don't cry Hermione!" She smiled. He smiled back. They knew things were better now, that they'd get through this…together.
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Harry and Hermione sat in silence for what seemed like hours. Neither one was very sleepy and they were content with sitting next to each other, just thinking.
"Harry?"
"Unh huh."
"Oh, never mind." Harry could tell she wanted to say something, but didn't know how to say it.
"You wanna play a game of chess?" his eyes dared her to say no.
"Bring it on!"
After a few minutes of silent game play, Harry said, "Ya' gonna tell me or do I have to drag it out of you…again?"
She knew she would lose this battle. "Its just. Well, its- I can't stop thinking about Ron. Every time he walks in a room, I get nervous. Every time he looks at me, I blush. I try so hard NOT to embarrass myself, I end up doing it anyway. I love hearing his laugh, seeing his smiling, watching him harass Ginny in a way only brothers can. I love the way his ears go pink all the time ("yeah, whenever you're around, cough")- what did you just say?"
"Nothing. I was coughing." Harry suppressed a smile.
"Its all very frustrating. These feelings. And now- when I saw him lying there, a wave of panic shot through my body. What if I never hear him laugh again or see him smile? What if I never lose another game of chess to him again? ("Checkmate")-damn- what if I never got to hear his brothers call him Ickle Ronniekins. It scares me that maybe I lost my chance. My chance to tell him how I feel. That's all." God please let him be okay.
Harry put away the chess game and Hermione sat back on the couch with him.
"Trust me. He'll be fine. We'll check back in the morning ok. But now we need to sleep. Go to sleep!" She leaned her head against his chest and quickly fell into a dream world where life was perfect and everything made sense.
They didn't know it, but they slept through breakfast and probably would have slept through lunch had it not been for Ginny. Around 11 o'clock, she came bounding in the portrait hole.
"Harry! Hermione! There you are! Get up Get up!!!!!" She was gently smacking Harry's face.
"Wh-what? What is it?" Hermione sat up and rubbed her eyes. "What are you bouncing for?"
"Ron woke up! He's awake!"
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A/N: dun dun dun! What will happen? Will Ron remember what attacked him? Will we find out why he couldn't wake up? How many people saw Harry and Hermione sleeping together in the common room? What's up with Fred? Stay tuned for the next chapter of 5th Year Love. That's if I ever find time to write. Thank you for your reviews and thank you so much for bothering to read my stories. It means a lot.