AN: Sorry for my misspells I know that it's Avada Kedavra…sorry….sorry….



"When We Reached That Moment"



Chapter 2 "The Morning After"

When morning approached, and the sun showed it's first feeble rays through the dark and tempting Forbidden Forest, illuminating the raising Hogwart castle like a crystal empire over the white and sparkling snow hills, Harry opened his eyes, his gleaming emerald eyes blinking away the last few visions of his recently dream.

The Gryffindor common room was quiet and empty, only with a few furniture which threw long and sharp shadows over the dark, brown mahogany floor as the sun rose up over the morning sky. The fireplace had gone out a long time ago, so in spite of the strong light, the room felt cold.

Harry's eyes drifted over the objects in his surroundings, his conscious fully awake. He sat up, stifling a yawn, while his left hand went over the small cupboard next to him, searching for his glasses.

"Where is everybody", he mumbled, not noticing the person behind the green sofa where he sat "Have I..."

"Fallen asleep", finished another voice for him.

"Hermione", he said, putting his glasses on making his blurry sight become clearer, turning around and seeing her coming towards him. She looked pale, with wrinkled white night-gown on and messy hair, spread over the most part of her face.

" Good morning Harry", responded Hermione nervously.

As she took another step, he observed her, thinking why she was acting so strange towards him. When she raised her head, he met her eyes and reality over what had happened between them last night fell over him.

He felt a burning colour spread from his bare tiptoes to the back of his head as fast as a small Arubian dragon lay egg. His throat went dry as his mouth fell almost open.

"Wasn't it a dream?", he whispered, feeling the heat from his cheeks.

Her silence said everything. Harry couldn't define what she felt at that moment and even worse what he felt. It was as if his mind had betrayed him, his true self had somehow made him take a step he never should had done. He couldn't define the motive of his actions as he saw himself in his mind bend forward and break a bond that had built itself through all this years. He couldn't define the feeling why he felt so empty and lost and why he felt so… strange?

Breaking the distance between them, Hermione walked towards him and sat beside him with her hands unfolded on her lap. She only sat a two feet from him, but to him it felt like a pair of inches, making him move away from her, her bare presence making him feel strange and avoid her eyes.

" A dream we must forget Harry", she stated in a firm voice as her hands twisted themselves of nervousness.

Harry stood up while Hermione's gaze followed his every move, from the fireplace to the DoTEaTeAch (Don't tell a teacher) equipment( "A machine who gives you all rates and angles of the stars in then night sky by just pointing at one of them. Just pick and point! By Efradela Calatas), which Ron had

inherited from his two twin brothers when they finally reached their last month of their seventh year

at Hogwart school, and which stood across the longest board in the common room, beside the two staircases that led to the girls dormitory and respective boys dormitory.

Harry hadn't practically heard a single word of what she had said, his mind pounded of the now vague memory after the dreadful nightmare he had dreamt over and over this recently months. How can it be?, he asked himself, while tracing his fingers over the blanc and smooth DoTEaTeAch machine. It's unreal, it's…he stopped…I kissed Hermione….

"Harry?", repeated Hermione again after two times.

" Huh?", he snapped out from his thoughts, looking at her and feeling a big knot in his stomach,

his hand tracing through his black unruly hair.

" I said….if….you now…maybe we could…", she paused looking from her hands, her now red and puffy hands from squeezing them to hard, and met Harry's questionable bright green iris eyes,

blushing.

Harry stopped his thoughts, his hole body tensed, dreading and waiting for what she was about to say.

"…if we could…", continued Hermione" forget it ( Harry sighed of relief)…and maybe…keep it for

ourselves", her eyes traced towards the long, arced formed staircase that led to the boys dormitory where Ron was still much asleep, not knowing what was happening in the common room between his best friends.

Harry followed her gaze and saw that she dreadfully looked at the stairs as if she was afraid that "someone" would come down and hear their conversation.

"You mean Ron?", he snapped , before he could prevent the words from coming out.

Hermione jumped up squinting "Harry" and stiffed when suddenly hearing a load CRACK.

"It's Peeves again", snorted Harry, feeling a cold sensation towards Hermione who was still standing still, listen with sharp ears" He is upstairs trying to make Filch chase him with the new Pompilary torchevaccum, apparently he has become very fond of Filch's new Poltergeist weapon to chase away annoying poltergeist like him"

Hermione nodded, breathing out.

"So…you don't want Ron to know about…this?", Harry asked in a voice he couldn't recognise as his, bringing the subject back.

"Well…it's not that I DON'T want him to know…but it's emba…"she stopped, looking very tense and at the same time inquisitive "…I mean would you want anyone to know about this?"

Harry was trapped, of course that he didn't want anyone to know about this…especially Ron, as he thought about it. He could just imagine how Ron would react towards him…which he really didn't want to experience.

He shook his head, looking at the black dot as a painting that was hanging on one of the walls,

suddenly very interested of it…He glanced at Hermione who still looked at him but with now concerned face.

He sighed. "Hermione…don't worry I wont tell Ron if that's what you are worried of. It's just that", he paused searching for the right words"…you really confuse me sometimes."

"How?" said Hermione at once.

"Do you like Ron?" blurted Harry out instead. Hermione looked chocked at him, her mouth falling out, gawking at him.

"What makes you think that!", shrilled Hermione while taking a step backward tripping over Harry's trunk, almost falling on her back over the green comfortable sofa.

Harry just lifted his shoulders, his face hid from her as he bent down and caressed Crookshanks soft fur. The cat stroke his legs miaowing, leaving a few ginger cat hairs on his pyjamas pants.

"Harry! Why Do you think that!", she repeated, her voice hissing up again.

"Nothing" shrugged Harry off, going upwards the wooden staircase to get ready and wake Ron up.

"Harry. I demand you to respond me!" squealed Hermione again, with hands on her wrist, sounding a lot like Professor McGonagoll.

Harry turned around and walked down step by step, with a voice inside his head saying "NO! Up Potter, up. GO UP!". But of course as usual, he didn't listen.

" You are always so preoccupied of him, even when he makes fun of you. You get hurt when he looks at other girls and ignores him…you..you…it seems sometimes that you care much more for him than me!"

Too late, Harry thought, regretting every word that had come out from his big, big, BIG mouth. Hermione just stood still, with open mouth, her bright brown eyes seemed as if they by any minute would pup up from their sockets.

"Harry", she gasped looking stricken"…I…I…pardon my language now but…you are defiantly talking CRAP! I mean… Where have you got that from, this isn't you!"

Harry swallowed hard, grittering his yaw. She was right, he thought, this isn't me. He, himself, never knew that he felt like that until now. He knew of course that it was true, the way Hermione acted near Ron, it had been so from their second year at Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry, but he had never taken notice of it and most of all feeling bad about it.

"I…I…I didn't mean to Hermione…I don't know why I said it." Stammered Harry, his gaze gloved on the floor's pattern." I'm sorry."

Hermione didn't said anything and Harry didn't knew what she was thinking either, he just hoped that something would interrupt the awkward silent moment that had crept by.

"No Harry, It's me who should say that I'm sorry" Harry looked up, stunned over what she'd just said " I know why you said it. This hasn't anything to do with Ron or if I have a crush on him or not.", She took a deep breathe before continuing." It has to do with last night."

Harry was bewildered "Last night?", he asked, for a second forgetting what had happened a couple of hours ago.

" Yes, last night. You were vulnerable and I for an unexplainable reason took advantage of it" said Hermione very quickly, not breathing between the words.

"Advantage?", asked Harry with a feeling of laughing, but did not when seeing Hermione's serious face." No Hermione, it's your fault as well as mine. Don't blame you for what did happened, because nothing DID happen from now on. Ok?" he smiled, though his smile did for some reason not reach his eyes.

Hermione's face broke off into a huge grin, before she ran over, almost tripling again over Harry's unbelievable heavy trunk, and gave him a tight hug. The same feeling from yesterday developed Harry's inner soul, a feeling of a comfort he never before had felt and it made him feel afraid…never in his life had he felt such a fright ness, so instinctively he broke off, looking at Hermione with amazed eyes.

"What is it", she asked with a frown.

"Nothing" responded Harry, obviously lying to her and himself.

"Well, I'm however going to get ready. The train is leaving in about an hour, so you better wake up that lazy worm up there", said Hermione walking upwards the staircase that led to the girls dormitory.

Suddelny she stopped in a stepladder, turning to Harry. "I hope that nothing has changed between us Harry", she said hesitating" I really hope that". Turning around again she walked up and disappeared behind a corner that led further to the girls bathroom.

"So do I Hermione, so do I" whispered Harry to himself his eyes gloved on the spot on the staircase

where she had stopped." But the question now rather goes; that we hope that nothing will change.."

To be Continue….



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Claudia