One last time for Christmas
A/n: I really hated that last chapter, I just don't know why. Anyways, here's the ending.
Harry tried to swallow, but he couldn't. The love of his life stood motionless, in front of him, and the tension in the room was so thick, he could barely breathe. Harry couldn't stand it anymore. He took a step back, then another. He turned around and ran up to his room.
Why did I have to do that? He thought angrily. When he entered the room, he went to his trunk, and pulled out his broom. Recklessly he ran to the window, opened it, and flew out into the late afternoon sky. Like his feelings, the sky was turning dark and ominous gray clouds were rolling in. He zoomed through the air, diving towards the frozen lake. Harry glided atop the ice, letting his feet drag over its smooth surface. He couldn't think about anything. His mind was filled with the picture of Hermione in the staircase. He wanted to cry, but it was too cold to. His hands were swollen and red, and Harry was sure his ears had long since fallen off. He didn't know if he was numb from just the cold, or if his emotions were helping as well. He looked at his watch and it read five thirty. The sun was setting in the west, silhouetting the castle. Harry wanted to go inside, get some dinner, he hadn't eaten all day, and the hunger was gnawing his stomach away. He flew back to the castle, and looked through the window of the common room. He really didn't want to run into Hermione down there. He was sure there would be another awkward silence, and his heart really couldn't take that. He looked around carefully; there was a fire in the fireplace, blazing merrily. The Christmas tree still only had the few ornaments that Harry had put on earlier; a star lie on top of the box of ornaments Harry was using. No one was in there, he sighed heavily, and flew up to his open window. When he entered the room its warmth rushed over his freezing body, and he relaxed a bit. Harry closed the window, and latched shut, hoping that he might be able to lock the cold outside. It was completely dark outside now, and the small fire in the corner of his dorm crackled merrily. He walked over to his trunk, casting a large shadow over the door. He knelt down next to the trunk, and set his beloved broom inside it. Still cold, he shivered. Suddenly Harry felt a presence in the room. He turned around sharply, and out from the shadows of Ron's bed, Hermione walked into view, carrying Crookshanks. Harry stared at her, she looked more beautiful than ever, the fire's glow made her skin seem radiant. Harry tried to stop these thoughts. He knew it would never be, he looked at the fire. Hermione stopped only an arms length from Harry. She spoke softly,
"You'll be lucky if you don't catch a cold." Harry grimaced, he couldn't stand to be this close to her, to smell her, and not be able to touch her.
"Hermione, I- I wanted to say I'm sorry again." He sighed, and she shifted uncomfortably, but he continued. "I really should've known that you didn't feel the same for me, as I do for you. My dreams must've clouded my reality, and I-" he was interrupted by Hermione.
"Harry, stop explaining." She smiled slightly. "I know you're sorry, but, you really shouldn't be." She paused to let her words sink in. "Harry, I love you too." The words Harry wanted to hear more than ever were just spoken, and he couldn't react. He stared at her. Legs and arms gone stiff, mouth hanging slightly open. Hermione dropped Crookshanks, and stepped closer to him. Harry regained the use of his limbs, and hugged her tightly. She buried her head into his chest, pulling him into her. Harry had never felt warmth like that before in his entire life. His freezing body seemed to suck the heat from her, and make it his own. They stood there for a long time, just enjoying each other. Both careless and in love, their hearts beat as one. Just then, Harry's stomach growled loudly. Hermione pulled back slowly, their eyes met. Harry could see the love she had for him in her eyes. Burning, like the warmth inside her, the passion was bright. His stomach growled again, and they laughed.
"I didn't realize how hungry I really was." Harry said, grinning like a fool. Hermione took his hand and read his watch,
"Well, I think we missed dinner, but I bet we can get some food from Dobby. He was here earlier, did you know?" she smiled.
"Yeah, we were decorating the tree."
"Didn't do such a great job." She teased.
"I was interrupted, remember." He smiled. She hugged him again,
"I'm sorry, I should've done something then."
"Don't you worry about that now, I'm just glad that you were in here when I got back." He pulled her close and gripped her tightly. Looking down into the brown eyes he loved so much, slowly, he bent his head, and Hermione lifted hers. They stopped an inch apart, their gaze was unwavering. Hermione gently shut her eyes. Harry smiled and then kissed her. It wasn't a forceful kiss, but soft and tender. He tried to explain how he felt, all through his lips. When they stopped, Hermione's eyes were still shut, her lips still puckered. She grinned happily, and opened her eyes. Harry's stomach growled once again, and they laughed merrily. Hermione took Harry's hand, and lead him downstairs, and out of the common room. They walked quietly together, enjoying each other's presence. In and out of shadows, Hermione led the way. Harry was ecstatic about how quickly everything had changed for the best. As they entered the kitchen, Dobby greeted them.
"Harry Potter, sir! Where do you goes?" He squeaked curiously.
"I -er, had to go for a walk, sorry about that Dobby." He smiled. Hermione squeezed his hand gently. Harry looked at her and smiled with all his heart, he turned back to Dobby, and asked if they could have some sandwiches, or something for dinner. Dobby looked pleased with the request and told them that he'd bring something up to the common room for the two of them to enjoy right away. He winked at Harry, which made Hermione giggle beside him. They thanked Dobby and headed back to Gryffindor tower. Later that night, after a couple sandwiches and cups of soup, they decided to finish decorating the tree. Together they worked, until the tree was finished. It was fabulous, the colors of Gryffindor shined brightly throughout its many branches. They stood back and admired their work. Suddenly Harry remembered his gift for her.
"Wait here, please." He asked Hermione, as he headed for the stairs.
"Sure." She answered a little confused. Harry returned within seconds, grinning mischievously, he tried to hide the gift behind his back.
"Harry, what are you doing?" She asked cautiously. He walked up to her, and kissed her lightly on the nose.
"I want you to have this now." He said, softly, pulling the crimson wrapped package from behind his back. She looked at the present, then at Harry, smiling gratefully, as she took it. Carefully, she unwrapped it. A black velvety box sat, closed for the moment, in her hand. Harry was feeling a little anxious, as she opened it. Hermione gasped, and Harry smiled, she didn't have to say a word. Her face said it all.
"You shouldn't have." She choked. Harry carefully pulled the necklace out of the box. The jade and silver shined brightly, reflecting the light from the fire. Harry caught a glimpse of the engraving, as he stepped behind Hermione. She moved her hair, and he fastened it for her. She picked it up, and examined the smooth jade stone, rubbing her thumb and pointer finger over it. Then, she stopped and looked at it closer. She mouthed the words, 'heart and soul'.
"Harry, this is way too much!" She cried, and turned round to face him. Harry smiled and looked at the fire.
"Nothings too much for you, Hermione." He said, looking at her beautiful, happy face. She hugged him and kissed him softly on the lips. They walked to the couch and sat down, Harry put his arm around Hermione. She rested her head against his chest, and sighed happily. Harry stared at the tree. Its ornaments reflected the room around it. He could see Hermione and himself sitting on the couch together in a rather large red one.
"Hermione?" Harry asked barely above a whisper.
"Hmm?" She responded tiredly.
"I think this is the best Christmas I'll ever have." He proclaimed. Hermione hugged him tightly, which he returned graciously. Together they sat their, holding each other late into the night, and eventually falling asleep. A small smile played across their lips.
A/n: AND THAT'S ALL FOLKS. I like how that ended, tell me if you agree. MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!
A/n: I really hated that last chapter, I just don't know why. Anyways, here's the ending.
Harry tried to swallow, but he couldn't. The love of his life stood motionless, in front of him, and the tension in the room was so thick, he could barely breathe. Harry couldn't stand it anymore. He took a step back, then another. He turned around and ran up to his room.
Why did I have to do that? He thought angrily. When he entered the room, he went to his trunk, and pulled out his broom. Recklessly he ran to the window, opened it, and flew out into the late afternoon sky. Like his feelings, the sky was turning dark and ominous gray clouds were rolling in. He zoomed through the air, diving towards the frozen lake. Harry glided atop the ice, letting his feet drag over its smooth surface. He couldn't think about anything. His mind was filled with the picture of Hermione in the staircase. He wanted to cry, but it was too cold to. His hands were swollen and red, and Harry was sure his ears had long since fallen off. He didn't know if he was numb from just the cold, or if his emotions were helping as well. He looked at his watch and it read five thirty. The sun was setting in the west, silhouetting the castle. Harry wanted to go inside, get some dinner, he hadn't eaten all day, and the hunger was gnawing his stomach away. He flew back to the castle, and looked through the window of the common room. He really didn't want to run into Hermione down there. He was sure there would be another awkward silence, and his heart really couldn't take that. He looked around carefully; there was a fire in the fireplace, blazing merrily. The Christmas tree still only had the few ornaments that Harry had put on earlier; a star lie on top of the box of ornaments Harry was using. No one was in there, he sighed heavily, and flew up to his open window. When he entered the room its warmth rushed over his freezing body, and he relaxed a bit. Harry closed the window, and latched shut, hoping that he might be able to lock the cold outside. It was completely dark outside now, and the small fire in the corner of his dorm crackled merrily. He walked over to his trunk, casting a large shadow over the door. He knelt down next to the trunk, and set his beloved broom inside it. Still cold, he shivered. Suddenly Harry felt a presence in the room. He turned around sharply, and out from the shadows of Ron's bed, Hermione walked into view, carrying Crookshanks. Harry stared at her, she looked more beautiful than ever, the fire's glow made her skin seem radiant. Harry tried to stop these thoughts. He knew it would never be, he looked at the fire. Hermione stopped only an arms length from Harry. She spoke softly,
"You'll be lucky if you don't catch a cold." Harry grimaced, he couldn't stand to be this close to her, to smell her, and not be able to touch her.
"Hermione, I- I wanted to say I'm sorry again." He sighed, and she shifted uncomfortably, but he continued. "I really should've known that you didn't feel the same for me, as I do for you. My dreams must've clouded my reality, and I-" he was interrupted by Hermione.
"Harry, stop explaining." She smiled slightly. "I know you're sorry, but, you really shouldn't be." She paused to let her words sink in. "Harry, I love you too." The words Harry wanted to hear more than ever were just spoken, and he couldn't react. He stared at her. Legs and arms gone stiff, mouth hanging slightly open. Hermione dropped Crookshanks, and stepped closer to him. Harry regained the use of his limbs, and hugged her tightly. She buried her head into his chest, pulling him into her. Harry had never felt warmth like that before in his entire life. His freezing body seemed to suck the heat from her, and make it his own. They stood there for a long time, just enjoying each other. Both careless and in love, their hearts beat as one. Just then, Harry's stomach growled loudly. Hermione pulled back slowly, their eyes met. Harry could see the love she had for him in her eyes. Burning, like the warmth inside her, the passion was bright. His stomach growled again, and they laughed.
"I didn't realize how hungry I really was." Harry said, grinning like a fool. Hermione took his hand and read his watch,
"Well, I think we missed dinner, but I bet we can get some food from Dobby. He was here earlier, did you know?" she smiled.
"Yeah, we were decorating the tree."
"Didn't do such a great job." She teased.
"I was interrupted, remember." He smiled. She hugged him again,
"I'm sorry, I should've done something then."
"Don't you worry about that now, I'm just glad that you were in here when I got back." He pulled her close and gripped her tightly. Looking down into the brown eyes he loved so much, slowly, he bent his head, and Hermione lifted hers. They stopped an inch apart, their gaze was unwavering. Hermione gently shut her eyes. Harry smiled and then kissed her. It wasn't a forceful kiss, but soft and tender. He tried to explain how he felt, all through his lips. When they stopped, Hermione's eyes were still shut, her lips still puckered. She grinned happily, and opened her eyes. Harry's stomach growled once again, and they laughed merrily. Hermione took Harry's hand, and lead him downstairs, and out of the common room. They walked quietly together, enjoying each other's presence. In and out of shadows, Hermione led the way. Harry was ecstatic about how quickly everything had changed for the best. As they entered the kitchen, Dobby greeted them.
"Harry Potter, sir! Where do you goes?" He squeaked curiously.
"I -er, had to go for a walk, sorry about that Dobby." He smiled. Hermione squeezed his hand gently. Harry looked at her and smiled with all his heart, he turned back to Dobby, and asked if they could have some sandwiches, or something for dinner. Dobby looked pleased with the request and told them that he'd bring something up to the common room for the two of them to enjoy right away. He winked at Harry, which made Hermione giggle beside him. They thanked Dobby and headed back to Gryffindor tower. Later that night, after a couple sandwiches and cups of soup, they decided to finish decorating the tree. Together they worked, until the tree was finished. It was fabulous, the colors of Gryffindor shined brightly throughout its many branches. They stood back and admired their work. Suddenly Harry remembered his gift for her.
"Wait here, please." He asked Hermione, as he headed for the stairs.
"Sure." She answered a little confused. Harry returned within seconds, grinning mischievously, he tried to hide the gift behind his back.
"Harry, what are you doing?" She asked cautiously. He walked up to her, and kissed her lightly on the nose.
"I want you to have this now." He said, softly, pulling the crimson wrapped package from behind his back. She looked at the present, then at Harry, smiling gratefully, as she took it. Carefully, she unwrapped it. A black velvety box sat, closed for the moment, in her hand. Harry was feeling a little anxious, as she opened it. Hermione gasped, and Harry smiled, she didn't have to say a word. Her face said it all.
"You shouldn't have." She choked. Harry carefully pulled the necklace out of the box. The jade and silver shined brightly, reflecting the light from the fire. Harry caught a glimpse of the engraving, as he stepped behind Hermione. She moved her hair, and he fastened it for her. She picked it up, and examined the smooth jade stone, rubbing her thumb and pointer finger over it. Then, she stopped and looked at it closer. She mouthed the words, 'heart and soul'.
"Harry, this is way too much!" She cried, and turned round to face him. Harry smiled and looked at the fire.
"Nothings too much for you, Hermione." He said, looking at her beautiful, happy face. She hugged him and kissed him softly on the lips. They walked to the couch and sat down, Harry put his arm around Hermione. She rested her head against his chest, and sighed happily. Harry stared at the tree. Its ornaments reflected the room around it. He could see Hermione and himself sitting on the couch together in a rather large red one.
"Hermione?" Harry asked barely above a whisper.
"Hmm?" She responded tiredly.
"I think this is the best Christmas I'll ever have." He proclaimed. Hermione hugged him tightly, which he returned graciously. Together they sat their, holding each other late into the night, and eventually falling asleep. A small smile played across their lips.
A/n: AND THAT'S ALL FOLKS. I like how that ended, tell me if you agree. MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!
