(A/N - This is the second installment in loooooong story about Harry and Hermione. Please
R/R!)
Summary: Harry and Hermione try to figure out their feelings for one another.
The next weeks passed in a blur. The romance between Ron and Heather grew, while the whatever between Harry and Hermione sort of stayed where it was.
On Christmas morning, Harry and Hermione sat alone in the common room, opening gifts. Harry handed Hermione her present, and Hermione handed Harry his (A/N - Tongue twister, isn't it??) . When they opened them, laughter filled the air. They had given each other the same exact thing, a silver picture frame with a picture of the two of them sitting on a bench in the Weasley's garden.
Hermione hugged him.
"I'll treasure it forever," she whispered in Harry's ear.
A few minutes later, Katie and Heather came down. The four friends talked until McGonagall walked in.
"You two, prefect meeting," she said, pointing to Harry and
Hermione.
She led them down long, winding corridors. Neither one of them noticed, but they held hands the whole way.
Finally, they walked into a tiny room. Most of the prefects were there already. They waited a few minutes for the rest, and then McGonagall turned to face them. Hermione noticed that she had tears in her eyes.
"I'm afraid I have some bad news. Cornelius Fudge has been kidnapped by Death Eaters," she told them.
Everyone gasped. A few started crying.
"Until he is rescued, Dumbledore will take over as Minister of Magic. So therefore, I am the temporary headmistress of Hogwarts," McGonagall have whispered.
Then she dismissed them. Harry and Hermione decided to go for a walk. They talked about everything, school, vacation, presents, you name it, they talked about it. Hermione went strangely silent.
"Is something bothering you?" Harry asked.
She shrugged. Harry pulled her into a corner. "What's the matter?" he murmered.
"I"m so scared, Harry!" she whispered.
"If they can kidnap Fudge, they could kill anyone," she went on.
At this point, Hermione started crying. Harry scooped her into a hug. She looked into his eyes. They both leaned forward… both knowing what was going to happen…Harry felt as if nothing could stop this kiss…
"All right, all right, break up the love fest," hissed a cold voice.
Harry and Hermione turned so fast that they bonked heads. Snape was standing right in front of them.
"I expect better behavior from prefects," he went on.
"Fifty points from Gryffindor! Now go to bed!" he yelled.
Harry and Hermione ran all the way to their tower. They quickly said goodnight, and went to bed.
***
A week later, everything was back to normal. Ron was back and classes started up again. Harry and Hermione walked slowly to potions, their las class. They knew they would be late, but they didn't care. Their hate for Snape had reached and all time high. They slipped in unnoticed and started making the sleeping draught.
"Why were you two late?" Snape whispered so only Harry and Hermione could hear.
"It'll never happe again, sir," Hermione assured him nervously, spilling some ingredients on her black skirt.
"I hope you two weren't making out in the hallway again," Sanpe said, only louder this time.
"I have no idea what you're talking about," Harry muttered.
"Oh, stop it, Potter. Everyone knows that you and Hermione aren't 'just friends' anymore!"
Somehow, Harry and Hermione made it through potions. Neither said much as they walked to the common room.
Suddenly, Harry grabbed the sleeve of Hermione's red blouse. "We need to talk," he muttered, pulling her into an empty classroom.
They sat behind a desk, so they wouldn't be seen. Harry fiddled with the zipper on his bag nervously.
"Snape got me thinking about… us. What is our relationship, a friendship, or a romance?" Harry asked.
Hermione shook her head. "I really don't know. I am so confused right now."
Harry smiled and whispered , " Well, what do you want it to be?"
Hermione leaned closer to Harry. "Romance," she breathed.
They both moved forward again… this would be it… the kiss they had been waiting for since Christmas…their lips touched….it was so different from any of the kisses they had before…so soft…so meaningful…
Harry pulled away gently. "Hermione, will you be my girlfriend?" he asked.
She laughed. "Of course."
Later that night, as Harry lay awake listening to Neville's snores, he realized that he had never been happier in is whole entire life.
R/R!)
Summary: Harry and Hermione try to figure out their feelings for one another.
The next weeks passed in a blur. The romance between Ron and Heather grew, while the whatever between Harry and Hermione sort of stayed where it was.
On Christmas morning, Harry and Hermione sat alone in the common room, opening gifts. Harry handed Hermione her present, and Hermione handed Harry his (A/N - Tongue twister, isn't it??) . When they opened them, laughter filled the air. They had given each other the same exact thing, a silver picture frame with a picture of the two of them sitting on a bench in the Weasley's garden.
Hermione hugged him.
"I'll treasure it forever," she whispered in Harry's ear.
A few minutes later, Katie and Heather came down. The four friends talked until McGonagall walked in.
"You two, prefect meeting," she said, pointing to Harry and
Hermione.
She led them down long, winding corridors. Neither one of them noticed, but they held hands the whole way.
Finally, they walked into a tiny room. Most of the prefects were there already. They waited a few minutes for the rest, and then McGonagall turned to face them. Hermione noticed that she had tears in her eyes.
"I'm afraid I have some bad news. Cornelius Fudge has been kidnapped by Death Eaters," she told them.
Everyone gasped. A few started crying.
"Until he is rescued, Dumbledore will take over as Minister of Magic. So therefore, I am the temporary headmistress of Hogwarts," McGonagall have whispered.
Then she dismissed them. Harry and Hermione decided to go for a walk. They talked about everything, school, vacation, presents, you name it, they talked about it. Hermione went strangely silent.
"Is something bothering you?" Harry asked.
She shrugged. Harry pulled her into a corner. "What's the matter?" he murmered.
"I"m so scared, Harry!" she whispered.
"If they can kidnap Fudge, they could kill anyone," she went on.
At this point, Hermione started crying. Harry scooped her into a hug. She looked into his eyes. They both leaned forward… both knowing what was going to happen…Harry felt as if nothing could stop this kiss…
"All right, all right, break up the love fest," hissed a cold voice.
Harry and Hermione turned so fast that they bonked heads. Snape was standing right in front of them.
"I expect better behavior from prefects," he went on.
"Fifty points from Gryffindor! Now go to bed!" he yelled.
Harry and Hermione ran all the way to their tower. They quickly said goodnight, and went to bed.
***
A week later, everything was back to normal. Ron was back and classes started up again. Harry and Hermione walked slowly to potions, their las class. They knew they would be late, but they didn't care. Their hate for Snape had reached and all time high. They slipped in unnoticed and started making the sleeping draught.
"Why were you two late?" Snape whispered so only Harry and Hermione could hear.
"It'll never happe again, sir," Hermione assured him nervously, spilling some ingredients on her black skirt.
"I hope you two weren't making out in the hallway again," Sanpe said, only louder this time.
"I have no idea what you're talking about," Harry muttered.
"Oh, stop it, Potter. Everyone knows that you and Hermione aren't 'just friends' anymore!"
Somehow, Harry and Hermione made it through potions. Neither said much as they walked to the common room.
Suddenly, Harry grabbed the sleeve of Hermione's red blouse. "We need to talk," he muttered, pulling her into an empty classroom.
They sat behind a desk, so they wouldn't be seen. Harry fiddled with the zipper on his bag nervously.
"Snape got me thinking about… us. What is our relationship, a friendship, or a romance?" Harry asked.
Hermione shook her head. "I really don't know. I am so confused right now."
Harry smiled and whispered , " Well, what do you want it to be?"
Hermione leaned closer to Harry. "Romance," she breathed.
They both moved forward again… this would be it… the kiss they had been waiting for since Christmas…their lips touched….it was so different from any of the kisses they had before…so soft…so meaningful…
Harry pulled away gently. "Hermione, will you be my girlfriend?" he asked.
She laughed. "Of course."
Later that night, as Harry lay awake listening to Neville's snores, he realized that he had never been happier in is whole entire life.