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Complicated Logic (Part 2)
Early morning sunshine flowed thru the windows of the prefects' bathroom. Hermione yawned and stretched her muscles. She looked around, taking in the view of the bubbling bath across from her. 'At least no one came to get me.' She snorted. Gathering herself together, Hermione exited the prefects' bathroom and marched down to breakfast. Saturday was lazy; no one was in the Great Hall. An annoyed groan escaped her throat. 'I must have missed breakfast. I wonder where everyone is.' She couldn't have been anymore uptight about the situation. Excusing herself from the silence in the empty Hall, Hermione made her way to the dormitories, hoping to find Ginny, Lavender, or Parvati.
She felt that she must have been having a bad day for neither of her roommates were anywhere in sight. This fact alone angered Hermione. She was feeling completely left out everything. As she made her way down the hallway, she caught a wisp of flaming red hair. She sprinted towards the corridor where person had disappeared which-she was unaware of it at that moment-was headed towards the dungeons. 'It has to have been Ginny.' When she turned the corner, Hermione ran smack into Professor Snape. Hermione blushed crimson and turned to walk away, but a hand grabbed her from behind. She faced her attacker, sure of whom it might be. She spoke calmly but with warning in her voice, "Have I done something wrong Professor Snape?"
He sneered at her. "Ms. Granger, I was wondering why you are still here? Didn't you know that the whole seventh year class left to Hogsmeade this morning?"
"No, Professor, I didn't have a clue." She admitted truthfully, her eyes searching for a way out of the hall and her predicament. "Um...if you'll excuse me, sir, I shall be going."
With that, Hermione wrenched her arm free and darted in the opposite direction. She brooded silently in her mind. 'Why did I do that? I should've known if it was Ginny, well, she would be looking for Draco.' No more could she think about that trivial matter. She began to think back to yesterday's events; she felt selfish and self-centered. She recalled the words she had spoken to Harry before she'd run off like a crybaby. Was she being selfish? Was she thinking only of her? Shaking the thoughts form her mind, she continued down the corridor, only stopping when she thought someone was following her. Footsteps echoed behind her; the noise reached her ears, which in turn caused Hermione to pause and slip into an empty classroom. 'Who would be looking for me right now?' She peeked outside and gasped. There, in the middle of the hallway, stood Harry. He looked distressed.
Though she felt like running away again, something pulled her out into the hallway. She stood there, her eyes meeting Harry's in a confused gaze. He quickly jogged over to her and grabbed her hand. "Herms, where have you been? McGonagall has been looking for you for the past hour."
She snatched her hand away. "No one tried the prefects' bathroom, obviously."
"Is anything the matter?" He asked with worry.
"No, there isn't," she lied in anger, "I'm just not interested in going to Hogsmeade; we went there yesterday."
"True, but McGonagall is giving us a free period today! When does she ever do that?" Harry argued.
"I said I'm not interested, Harry. I want to sleep more." She retorted.
"What's up with you? Why do you sound so annoyed right now?" He questioned.
"Oh, you barely noticed huh? Congratulations, Harry." She jerked away and began heading to the dormitories. "Just go away, please."
Ignoring her wish on this particular occasion, Harry chose to run after her. "Hermione!" He called out frantically; he desperately tried to catch her. "Hermione, stop! Where are you going?"
She quickened her pace, noticeably. "I'm going to go rest, Harry. Tell McGonagall that I wish to be excused for the day."
He grabbed her hand so that she could go no further. She whirled around, her facial expression furious; it was a look of demand. "Uh...sorry Herms." He let her go immediately. "I just...but I thought...I'm really sorry."
"What the hell was that?" She bellowed. "I ask you to leave me alone and you grab me? What's gotten into you, Harry?"
"I'm just...I'm worried about you, Herms. I really am beginning to think that all this stuff you're doing, all the work and being head girl and all...I think you're going to overload yourself." He looked down, a blush gracing his face, although it was hidden by his downward glance.
Hermione's look changed immediately. She laid a hand on his arm, hoping to gain his attention. "Harry, I apologize. I'm just tired, that's all. I have a lot on my mind, but not necessarily on my plate." She grinned happily. "Thank you for worrying Harry; thank you for caring."
He smiled warmly, "What are friends for?" He pulled her arm lightly. "Come one Herms, let's go to Hogsmeade."
She shook her head, "As much as I thank you for caring and such, I still don't feel well enough to go to Hogsmeade. I think I'll stick by my decision; I'm going to stay, ok, Harry?"
"I'll stay with you," He responded quickly; it was answered TOO quickly.
Suddenly she felt bad for mentioning her final decision. "No, Harry, I think you should go." She urged him on, pushing him slightly towards the other end of the hallway. "Go, Harry, it is better that you go with Ron or he won't have anyone to talk to."
"Ron will be fine without me. He has Lavender, remember?" Harry replied. He pulled Hermione into a hug, "Besides, I want to stay here, with you. Please Hermione, allow me to help you; allow me to be with you."
His voice was pleading with her; he really wanted to stay with her. Reluctantly, due to her discomfort of the situation, Hermione gave in and nodded into Harry's chest. "Fine, Harry, I cannot deny you that." Her answer was muffled, but Harry had heard it. He smiled at her; his lips were twitching like they always did when he was about to do something that she did not approve of. She began to feel worried. "Why are you looking at me like that? What have you got up your sleeve now?"
No reply left his mouth. Without warning, Harry grabbed her arm and started dragging her down the hallway. She cried out in protest but it was to no avail. It occurred to her that Harry was deliberately ignoring her requests of halting. This was fun for him; she should've known better. By the time they'd actually stopped, more like the time that Harry had stopped dragging her, Hermione found that they were in the kitchen. Puzzlement washed over her face. 'Why are we here?' He strutted over to a group of house elves and whispered something. A smirk had spread over his lips as he made his way over to her. He brushed aside a stray lock of her hair; his hand tucked it behind her ear, carefully and gently.
"Why are we down here?" She glanced around nervously. "Won't we get in trouble?"
"We've done it before, remember?" He shrugged. "Besides, whose here to catch us, Snape?"
She had to give it to him. He was right about that. The only people in the building were Snape, Filch, and Madame Pomfrey. Dumbledore was in his office as usual as shown on the Marauder's map, which Harry had brought along with him. "Wait a minute, where is Professor Lupin?" (A/N: I'm really sorry for not mentioning that Remus Lupin has become the teacher of the Defense against the Dark Arts class once again. Also, Sirius is free and cleared all right? Since this starts off with Harry being at Hogwarts, I won't have to mention that he hasn't stayed with the Dursleys''.)
"It says he is right here." He pointed at a black dot that was heading towards the Dumbledore's office. "He must be going to see Dumbledore."
Hermione looked on thoughtfully. "Yeah, I suppose so...but, Harry, I'm not really hungry, so why are we here?"
"We're going to take some snacks with us on our trip." Harry began packing the treats that elves had given him into his bag.
"Where might this trip be to, may I ask?" Hermione countered insistently. "I don't recall having given my consent."
Once again, Harry grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the kitchen exit. They made their way down to the Quidditch field and into an opening. On the floor, visible as they drew further, lay Harry's broom. It was waiting in the air; someone must have thought to ride it. The thought struck Hermione with a sudden irksome feeling, but she ignore. She tapped Harry's shoulder lightly; she needed to ask him something. He turned around, a sly grin on his face. His eyes twinkled and he held up a silvery cloak. "Do you remember, back in the kitchen, when I said we were going on a trip?" Hermione nodded. "Who said I was going to ask?" Thrusting the bag over his back, he swept Hermione off her feet. She squealed with surprise and clutched him as they he mounted the broom. He smiled at her; she knew he was going to keep her safe, but the fear of flying on a broom overrode that confidence that she had in Harry.
Without warning, Harry had lifted the broom. They were soaring above the ground at a good height. Hermione dared to look down, but when she did, she only tightened her grip around his chest. 'Is it just me or is he enjoying my fright?' He'd been looking at her, like he always did, in his very mysterious way. His eyes, shining a bright emerald green, were penetrating hers with such compassion that Hermione could only give a weak smile. She felt that if she spoke, her voice would crack and she'd fall of the broom from bliss. 'What am I thinking? I must be crazy!' She ignored her thoughts. All she wanted was to be Harry's arms-even if he didn't like her in the way she liked him. Content with her decision, Hermione relaxed in his grasp.
They had been flying for some while before Hermione was shaken awake. Raising a hand to her eyes, she rubbed them sleepily. "Where are we?" She croaked.
"We're in Hogsmeade." He looked apologetic. "I know you didn't want to come, but I really wanted you too. Besides, we don't have to meet up with the others. I'm sure Ron, Lavender, Dean, Seamus, and Parvati will be ok on their own. Plus, you know Draco and Ginny didn't come."
Hermione nodded. "Yes, I was aware of that." She wanted to throw herself out the window for that event. 'Yes, that is why I was caught by Snape in the first place.' She felt like bashing her head with a hammer. This caused her to laugh. It would be funny. Harry looked at her, a puzzled look etched on his face. 'Why is he staring at me like that?' Hermione began to feel a little uncomfortable, but Harry set her on her feet and began walking ahead of her. He waved her to follow, but Hermione stayed frozen in place. 'Are we doing what I think we're doing?'
It seemed to her that they would be spending the day together. Yes, this did make her a bit uncomfortable. Harry didn't appear to notice for a he gestured for her to follow him once more. She complied but with some unwillingness. She was nervous as hell. They entered the Three Broomsticks and spotted Ron, Lavender, Seamus, and Parvati in a booth. Harry pulled her arm as he ducked behind a nearby table. As if this wasn't baffling enough, a piece of heavy cloth was thrown over her. She gasped as the material touched her skin. 'Harry's invisibility cloak, I assume.' She reached over and pinched Harry's arm. He grunted lowly and told her to be quiet. She refused to do so. "Harry, why must I be quiet? Why are we under your cloak?"
"I don't want Ron to see us. I'm here to spend time with you." He whispered and continued to keep lookout.
This struck Hermione. 'He wanted to spend time with me? Can he possibly like me, more than a friend?' So many thoughts were spinning in her head that when Harry jerked her hand, she went flying off the booth. She almost cried out as someone brushed past her, barely missing her by a narrow inch. She glared at Harry even though he couldn't see her. He was at the counter ordering butterbeer. She picked herself up, gave an audible huff and sat back down. Never mind that Harry couldn't see her; she'd almost gotten trampled. When he returned, she kicked him from underneath the table. He growled and glared in her general direction. "What was that for, Hermione?"
"I just barely missed getting trampled, oh good friend." She said while stifling her laughter. "By the way, maybe we should drink our butterbeer somewhere else? I don't think people will fancy seeing a glass of butterbeer floating and disappearing in thin air, do you?"
He nodded and they proceeded to a bench outside. How she and Harry had managed no to be spotted by their friend was a complete mystery to Hermione. She was sure that Ron would've seen Harry, at least. Sighing with indifference, she raised the glass of the drink to her lips, making sure to stick it underneath the cloak, and too a sup. It was delicious. To her side, Harry was busy enjoying his. Hermione relished the peace that she received. With Harry not being able to see her, she thought a few tricks might do him well. Keeping the glass concealed under his cloak, Hermione filled it with water and made her way back to where Harry sat. He was oblivious to her leaving and returning. Without warning, Hermione dumped the glass of water over his head. Harry jumped up, his expression one of horror and wonder. She giggled; he couldn't see her. 'This is too much fun!' She exclaimed to him from her hidden state.
"No fair, Herms. I can't see you!" He bellowed to the air. To the people passing by, it sounded as if Harry was crazy. He was talking to thin air. One man asked him if he was all right to which he responded that he had an invisible friend. Hermione was rolling on the floor for that one. She was clutching her sides in anguish. Harry heard her and faced her direction. "I hope you're happy. People out here think I'm loony."
"You are, after al, talking to an INVISIBLE person!" She walked to a spot where there weren't many people. "Come here, over by the tree. I'm over here, Harry."
He acknowledged her and went. When they were out of sight, Hermione lifted the cloak over Harry. "Happy now, Mr. Potter? Now we are both invisible." He smirked and picked her up. "I am indeed pleased, Ms. Granger, but I fear we must return now." He chuckled. "To the broom!"
"Do we really have to get on that thing? You know I hate brooms and flying!" She whined. He didn't lift his choice and before she knew it, they were both back at Hogwarts.
It was late and the day had gone by rather joyfully. On her way up to her dorm, Hermione turned around and called Harry back. They met each other halfway in the hall. Hermione stood nervously, unsure of whether she should do what she had planned. Leaning on her tiptoes, she placed a small kiss on Harry's cheek. "Thanks for taking me out today; I think I really needed it."
"No problem, Hermione." He fidgeted with his fingers before speaking again. "Herms...there is something I need to tell you."
She listened intently. "Yes, Harry? I'm listening."
"Herms, I...what I'm trying to say is, well, we've been friends for seven years now, right?" He asked nervously.
'Is he going to say what I think he's going to say?' She nodded calmly. "Yes, but what does that have to do with anything, Harry?"
"Look, ever since first year, when we, Ron and I, saved you from that troll, well...I kind of had and have..." He stuttered. "I..."
"Who's up at this hour?" Came a grumpy whisper. "Hermione, is that you?"
"Just a minute, Ginny. I'll be just a minute." Hermione answered the red haired girl. She turned her attention back to Harry. "What is it that you were saying?"
"Um...yeah, it wasn't important, really. I'll tell you later." Harry mumbled. He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and headed to the boys dormitories.
Hermione gazed after him. 'What was he going to tell me? Damn Ginny! Well, it wasn't her fault.' She touched her cheek where Harry had kissed her. Her cheeks were burning and she knew she was blushing. She took one last look at his departing figure. 'What are you not telling me, Harry?"
(Well, that was ok, I guess. I thought it could've been better. Well that's the second chapter. I hope to have the next one out soon. Laterz people! Please R&R!) *Calima*
Complicated Logic (Part 2)
Early morning sunshine flowed thru the windows of the prefects' bathroom. Hermione yawned and stretched her muscles. She looked around, taking in the view of the bubbling bath across from her. 'At least no one came to get me.' She snorted. Gathering herself together, Hermione exited the prefects' bathroom and marched down to breakfast. Saturday was lazy; no one was in the Great Hall. An annoyed groan escaped her throat. 'I must have missed breakfast. I wonder where everyone is.' She couldn't have been anymore uptight about the situation. Excusing herself from the silence in the empty Hall, Hermione made her way to the dormitories, hoping to find Ginny, Lavender, or Parvati.
She felt that she must have been having a bad day for neither of her roommates were anywhere in sight. This fact alone angered Hermione. She was feeling completely left out everything. As she made her way down the hallway, she caught a wisp of flaming red hair. She sprinted towards the corridor where person had disappeared which-she was unaware of it at that moment-was headed towards the dungeons. 'It has to have been Ginny.' When she turned the corner, Hermione ran smack into Professor Snape. Hermione blushed crimson and turned to walk away, but a hand grabbed her from behind. She faced her attacker, sure of whom it might be. She spoke calmly but with warning in her voice, "Have I done something wrong Professor Snape?"
He sneered at her. "Ms. Granger, I was wondering why you are still here? Didn't you know that the whole seventh year class left to Hogsmeade this morning?"
"No, Professor, I didn't have a clue." She admitted truthfully, her eyes searching for a way out of the hall and her predicament. "Um...if you'll excuse me, sir, I shall be going."
With that, Hermione wrenched her arm free and darted in the opposite direction. She brooded silently in her mind. 'Why did I do that? I should've known if it was Ginny, well, she would be looking for Draco.' No more could she think about that trivial matter. She began to think back to yesterday's events; she felt selfish and self-centered. She recalled the words she had spoken to Harry before she'd run off like a crybaby. Was she being selfish? Was she thinking only of her? Shaking the thoughts form her mind, she continued down the corridor, only stopping when she thought someone was following her. Footsteps echoed behind her; the noise reached her ears, which in turn caused Hermione to pause and slip into an empty classroom. 'Who would be looking for me right now?' She peeked outside and gasped. There, in the middle of the hallway, stood Harry. He looked distressed.
Though she felt like running away again, something pulled her out into the hallway. She stood there, her eyes meeting Harry's in a confused gaze. He quickly jogged over to her and grabbed her hand. "Herms, where have you been? McGonagall has been looking for you for the past hour."
She snatched her hand away. "No one tried the prefects' bathroom, obviously."
"Is anything the matter?" He asked with worry.
"No, there isn't," she lied in anger, "I'm just not interested in going to Hogsmeade; we went there yesterday."
"True, but McGonagall is giving us a free period today! When does she ever do that?" Harry argued.
"I said I'm not interested, Harry. I want to sleep more." She retorted.
"What's up with you? Why do you sound so annoyed right now?" He questioned.
"Oh, you barely noticed huh? Congratulations, Harry." She jerked away and began heading to the dormitories. "Just go away, please."
Ignoring her wish on this particular occasion, Harry chose to run after her. "Hermione!" He called out frantically; he desperately tried to catch her. "Hermione, stop! Where are you going?"
She quickened her pace, noticeably. "I'm going to go rest, Harry. Tell McGonagall that I wish to be excused for the day."
He grabbed her hand so that she could go no further. She whirled around, her facial expression furious; it was a look of demand. "Uh...sorry Herms." He let her go immediately. "I just...but I thought...I'm really sorry."
"What the hell was that?" She bellowed. "I ask you to leave me alone and you grab me? What's gotten into you, Harry?"
"I'm just...I'm worried about you, Herms. I really am beginning to think that all this stuff you're doing, all the work and being head girl and all...I think you're going to overload yourself." He looked down, a blush gracing his face, although it was hidden by his downward glance.
Hermione's look changed immediately. She laid a hand on his arm, hoping to gain his attention. "Harry, I apologize. I'm just tired, that's all. I have a lot on my mind, but not necessarily on my plate." She grinned happily. "Thank you for worrying Harry; thank you for caring."
He smiled warmly, "What are friends for?" He pulled her arm lightly. "Come one Herms, let's go to Hogsmeade."
She shook her head, "As much as I thank you for caring and such, I still don't feel well enough to go to Hogsmeade. I think I'll stick by my decision; I'm going to stay, ok, Harry?"
"I'll stay with you," He responded quickly; it was answered TOO quickly.
Suddenly she felt bad for mentioning her final decision. "No, Harry, I think you should go." She urged him on, pushing him slightly towards the other end of the hallway. "Go, Harry, it is better that you go with Ron or he won't have anyone to talk to."
"Ron will be fine without me. He has Lavender, remember?" Harry replied. He pulled Hermione into a hug, "Besides, I want to stay here, with you. Please Hermione, allow me to help you; allow me to be with you."
His voice was pleading with her; he really wanted to stay with her. Reluctantly, due to her discomfort of the situation, Hermione gave in and nodded into Harry's chest. "Fine, Harry, I cannot deny you that." Her answer was muffled, but Harry had heard it. He smiled at her; his lips were twitching like they always did when he was about to do something that she did not approve of. She began to feel worried. "Why are you looking at me like that? What have you got up your sleeve now?"
No reply left his mouth. Without warning, Harry grabbed her arm and started dragging her down the hallway. She cried out in protest but it was to no avail. It occurred to her that Harry was deliberately ignoring her requests of halting. This was fun for him; she should've known better. By the time they'd actually stopped, more like the time that Harry had stopped dragging her, Hermione found that they were in the kitchen. Puzzlement washed over her face. 'Why are we here?' He strutted over to a group of house elves and whispered something. A smirk had spread over his lips as he made his way over to her. He brushed aside a stray lock of her hair; his hand tucked it behind her ear, carefully and gently.
"Why are we down here?" She glanced around nervously. "Won't we get in trouble?"
"We've done it before, remember?" He shrugged. "Besides, whose here to catch us, Snape?"
She had to give it to him. He was right about that. The only people in the building were Snape, Filch, and Madame Pomfrey. Dumbledore was in his office as usual as shown on the Marauder's map, which Harry had brought along with him. "Wait a minute, where is Professor Lupin?" (A/N: I'm really sorry for not mentioning that Remus Lupin has become the teacher of the Defense against the Dark Arts class once again. Also, Sirius is free and cleared all right? Since this starts off with Harry being at Hogwarts, I won't have to mention that he hasn't stayed with the Dursleys''.)
"It says he is right here." He pointed at a black dot that was heading towards the Dumbledore's office. "He must be going to see Dumbledore."
Hermione looked on thoughtfully. "Yeah, I suppose so...but, Harry, I'm not really hungry, so why are we here?"
"We're going to take some snacks with us on our trip." Harry began packing the treats that elves had given him into his bag.
"Where might this trip be to, may I ask?" Hermione countered insistently. "I don't recall having given my consent."
Once again, Harry grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the kitchen exit. They made their way down to the Quidditch field and into an opening. On the floor, visible as they drew further, lay Harry's broom. It was waiting in the air; someone must have thought to ride it. The thought struck Hermione with a sudden irksome feeling, but she ignore. She tapped Harry's shoulder lightly; she needed to ask him something. He turned around, a sly grin on his face. His eyes twinkled and he held up a silvery cloak. "Do you remember, back in the kitchen, when I said we were going on a trip?" Hermione nodded. "Who said I was going to ask?" Thrusting the bag over his back, he swept Hermione off her feet. She squealed with surprise and clutched him as they he mounted the broom. He smiled at her; she knew he was going to keep her safe, but the fear of flying on a broom overrode that confidence that she had in Harry.
Without warning, Harry had lifted the broom. They were soaring above the ground at a good height. Hermione dared to look down, but when she did, she only tightened her grip around his chest. 'Is it just me or is he enjoying my fright?' He'd been looking at her, like he always did, in his very mysterious way. His eyes, shining a bright emerald green, were penetrating hers with such compassion that Hermione could only give a weak smile. She felt that if she spoke, her voice would crack and she'd fall of the broom from bliss. 'What am I thinking? I must be crazy!' She ignored her thoughts. All she wanted was to be Harry's arms-even if he didn't like her in the way she liked him. Content with her decision, Hermione relaxed in his grasp.
They had been flying for some while before Hermione was shaken awake. Raising a hand to her eyes, she rubbed them sleepily. "Where are we?" She croaked.
"We're in Hogsmeade." He looked apologetic. "I know you didn't want to come, but I really wanted you too. Besides, we don't have to meet up with the others. I'm sure Ron, Lavender, Dean, Seamus, and Parvati will be ok on their own. Plus, you know Draco and Ginny didn't come."
Hermione nodded. "Yes, I was aware of that." She wanted to throw herself out the window for that event. 'Yes, that is why I was caught by Snape in the first place.' She felt like bashing her head with a hammer. This caused her to laugh. It would be funny. Harry looked at her, a puzzled look etched on his face. 'Why is he staring at me like that?' Hermione began to feel a little uncomfortable, but Harry set her on her feet and began walking ahead of her. He waved her to follow, but Hermione stayed frozen in place. 'Are we doing what I think we're doing?'
It seemed to her that they would be spending the day together. Yes, this did make her a bit uncomfortable. Harry didn't appear to notice for a he gestured for her to follow him once more. She complied but with some unwillingness. She was nervous as hell. They entered the Three Broomsticks and spotted Ron, Lavender, Seamus, and Parvati in a booth. Harry pulled her arm as he ducked behind a nearby table. As if this wasn't baffling enough, a piece of heavy cloth was thrown over her. She gasped as the material touched her skin. 'Harry's invisibility cloak, I assume.' She reached over and pinched Harry's arm. He grunted lowly and told her to be quiet. She refused to do so. "Harry, why must I be quiet? Why are we under your cloak?"
"I don't want Ron to see us. I'm here to spend time with you." He whispered and continued to keep lookout.
This struck Hermione. 'He wanted to spend time with me? Can he possibly like me, more than a friend?' So many thoughts were spinning in her head that when Harry jerked her hand, she went flying off the booth. She almost cried out as someone brushed past her, barely missing her by a narrow inch. She glared at Harry even though he couldn't see her. He was at the counter ordering butterbeer. She picked herself up, gave an audible huff and sat back down. Never mind that Harry couldn't see her; she'd almost gotten trampled. When he returned, she kicked him from underneath the table. He growled and glared in her general direction. "What was that for, Hermione?"
"I just barely missed getting trampled, oh good friend." She said while stifling her laughter. "By the way, maybe we should drink our butterbeer somewhere else? I don't think people will fancy seeing a glass of butterbeer floating and disappearing in thin air, do you?"
He nodded and they proceeded to a bench outside. How she and Harry had managed no to be spotted by their friend was a complete mystery to Hermione. She was sure that Ron would've seen Harry, at least. Sighing with indifference, she raised the glass of the drink to her lips, making sure to stick it underneath the cloak, and too a sup. It was delicious. To her side, Harry was busy enjoying his. Hermione relished the peace that she received. With Harry not being able to see her, she thought a few tricks might do him well. Keeping the glass concealed under his cloak, Hermione filled it with water and made her way back to where Harry sat. He was oblivious to her leaving and returning. Without warning, Hermione dumped the glass of water over his head. Harry jumped up, his expression one of horror and wonder. She giggled; he couldn't see her. 'This is too much fun!' She exclaimed to him from her hidden state.
"No fair, Herms. I can't see you!" He bellowed to the air. To the people passing by, it sounded as if Harry was crazy. He was talking to thin air. One man asked him if he was all right to which he responded that he had an invisible friend. Hermione was rolling on the floor for that one. She was clutching her sides in anguish. Harry heard her and faced her direction. "I hope you're happy. People out here think I'm loony."
"You are, after al, talking to an INVISIBLE person!" She walked to a spot where there weren't many people. "Come here, over by the tree. I'm over here, Harry."
He acknowledged her and went. When they were out of sight, Hermione lifted the cloak over Harry. "Happy now, Mr. Potter? Now we are both invisible." He smirked and picked her up. "I am indeed pleased, Ms. Granger, but I fear we must return now." He chuckled. "To the broom!"
"Do we really have to get on that thing? You know I hate brooms and flying!" She whined. He didn't lift his choice and before she knew it, they were both back at Hogwarts.
It was late and the day had gone by rather joyfully. On her way up to her dorm, Hermione turned around and called Harry back. They met each other halfway in the hall. Hermione stood nervously, unsure of whether she should do what she had planned. Leaning on her tiptoes, she placed a small kiss on Harry's cheek. "Thanks for taking me out today; I think I really needed it."
"No problem, Hermione." He fidgeted with his fingers before speaking again. "Herms...there is something I need to tell you."
She listened intently. "Yes, Harry? I'm listening."
"Herms, I...what I'm trying to say is, well, we've been friends for seven years now, right?" He asked nervously.
'Is he going to say what I think he's going to say?' She nodded calmly. "Yes, but what does that have to do with anything, Harry?"
"Look, ever since first year, when we, Ron and I, saved you from that troll, well...I kind of had and have..." He stuttered. "I..."
"Who's up at this hour?" Came a grumpy whisper. "Hermione, is that you?"
"Just a minute, Ginny. I'll be just a minute." Hermione answered the red haired girl. She turned her attention back to Harry. "What is it that you were saying?"
"Um...yeah, it wasn't important, really. I'll tell you later." Harry mumbled. He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and headed to the boys dormitories.
Hermione gazed after him. 'What was he going to tell me? Damn Ginny! Well, it wasn't her fault.' She touched her cheek where Harry had kissed her. Her cheeks were burning and she knew she was blushing. She took one last look at his departing figure. 'What are you not telling me, Harry?"
(Well, that was ok, I guess. I thought it could've been better. Well that's the second chapter. I hope to have the next one out soon. Laterz people! Please R&R!) *Calima*