a/n: yeah, some of you are wondering how harry got to hermione's apartment
so quickly. and since he can't apparate because that's magic, i only have
one answer for you. i don't know. so just ignore taht and go with it.
somethings just can't be explained. like my bad typing mishaps.
"So how did it go?" Dumbledore asked. "What did he tell you?"
Hermione played with her fingers, a knowing smile played across her lips. Ever since she had apparated in, she had ignored Dumbledore's eyes and kept to her own. She knew that she was being very childish, but she didn't care.
"He wouldn't tell us anything," Hermione said. Dumbledore's face fell. "Not at first, anyway." Dumbledore's face lit back up and he leaned over his desk, waiting to hear more. "But he came to my apartment not long after and told me about everything."
"What did he say?" Dumbledore asked quizzically.
Hermione spent a few minutes telling Dumbledore about the pact, and about how the book was a portkey. Even she had not told this to Harry, but Dumbledore needed to know.
"Is that the only thing that happened?" Dumbledore asked. For the first time in their meeting of the day, Hermione met Dumbledore's eyes. Immediately she wished she hadn't, because a bright blush entered her cheeks and she turned her face away from him, looking out the window.
"Hermione?" Dumbledore asked playfully.
"Well, I uh," Hermione stumbled for words. "We..."
"I think I get the idea," Dumbledore said. His eyes twinkling. "Just couldn't keep your hand off of each other, could you?" Dumbledore asked.
"No, not really."
"Well, in any case, I'm glad that the both of you are happy. But don't forget that you have a task at hand. Harry -must- come back to the wizarding world."
"I know. And I'm trying to think of a way," Hermione said.
"And we are as well. You're not alone on this."
"It's good to know. But I must be getting back. I have work in the morning."
Dumbledore nodded and walked over to embrace Hermione in a crushing hug. She hugged him back and smiled at him as she disapparated.
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Hermione ended up not back her own apartment, but at Harry's home. She was about to come in when she heard some voices coming from around the back of the house. Curiosity getting to ehr, she walked stealthily to where she could listen better.
"...had beeter be keeping up with things," a man whose voice she did not recognize said. "Just one little spell and we're on her faster than you can get to her."
"You think I'd be stupid to not to know that?" This was Harry's voice.
"He's watching over you always."
"I know that."
"It's a good thing that you do. You wouldn't want your little girlfriend to get herself hurt, would you?"
"No, I wouldn't. That's why I made the pact, you stupid git."
Hermione winced as she heard the sound of someone geting hit. Hard. She assumed it was Harry from the way the other man was laughing. She had the sudden urge to go marching around to the back of the house, but she knew that wouldn't be a good idea for either her or Harry.
"I'll be seeing you again." Then she heard the familiar pop of someone apparating out.
Hermione walked softly to the front door of the house ad waited five minutes. Then she walked insdie to see Harry sitting in his favorite chair, his jaw swelling up from the hit that he had recieved.
"Oh, Harry," Hermione said as she ran over to him. "What happened?" She touched his jaw and he pulled his face back in pain.
"I tripped and my jaw hit the side of the counter ver there. You know how clumsy I am."
Hermione could visibly tell that he was lying, but she didn't say anythign about it. Instead, he pulled her up into his lap and cradled her in his arms. They stayed like that for a long time.
"Are you ever going to come back to the wizard world?" Hermione asked softly.
"I don't know if that's such a good idea."
"Why wouldn't it be? You don't have to do magic to come back."
"But it would still be so risky. I wouldn't want to come close to doing anything that would hurt you."
"But you just don't seem happy with your muggle life. I want to see you happy."
"I'm happy as long as I'm with you, Mione. But if you want me to come back, I will. But it won't be easy for me."
"I know it won't. But I'll help you with it."
Harry nodded and kissed the top of her head and then down to kiss her lipos, ignoring the pain that was radiating in his jaw. Hermione didn't, though and she pulled back.
"Harry, we ned to do something about your jaw."
"Maybe some ice?" he said as she got up and walked into the kitchen. He followed her every step, watching as she filled a small plastic bag with ice.
"I didn't know that you knew muggle healing," Harry said with a small smile.
"Harry, I'm a muggle pediatrician."
"Really? I would have thought that you'd be working in Hogwarts or something by now."
"Oh, I got offers. McGonagall offered me a spot teaching muggle studies, but I just wanted to feel useful."
"You're useful to me," Harry said as she put the bag of ice against his jaw. It felt good against the hot skin. Hermione just stood there with her arms crossed, looking at him.
"As much as I'd like to be useful to you, I'm afraid that I have work to attend to. I expect you at my house tomorrow afternoon, though. Just let yourself in," she said as she gave him a spare key. "And we'll go to Diagon Alley."
She reached up and gave him a kiss on his good cheek and disapparated from the room with a loud pop.
Harry smiled brightly and winced when the pain came back to his jaw. Hopefully the swelling would go down by the next day. He didn't want to go wandering around Diagon Alley with people staring at him for the first time in ten years with a jaw the size of an orange.
He laughed at the thought and walked out of his kitchen and back into the living room. He sat in his chair for a while just thinking about Hermione and how everything she did captivated him. That brought back one of his favorite memories from their seventh year at Hogwarts...
It was midnight on a Tuesday night at Hogwarts and Harry was laying on his bed not able to sleep. He tried everything he could possibly imagine, but nothing seemed to work. He needed to get up and do something.
Slowly and very quietly he opened and shut the door to his bedroom and walked down the hall of the boys' dorm and climbed down the stairs. His face was down toward the floor and he wasn't aware that he wasn't the only one awake.
Before he knew what was happening, he ran right into Hermione. She would have yelled out if she knew that it wouldn't wake anyone else. But instead, she jumped and fell backwards, grabbing the nearest thing to her. That happened to be the front of Harry's shirt. And so he fell with her.
They both landed on the floor together, him on top of her. The shock of having fallen was enough to take their breath away, and when Harry finally opened his eyes to see who he had hit, a smile crept onto his face. It was Hermione.
She had opened her eyes and was looking up at him, not speaking. A soft smile crept onto her face as well and she reached up to touch his face.
"You know, it's late," she said to him.
"Yeah, you should be in bed."
"I should be, but I'm not. Instead, I've found myself laying on top of a dashingly beautiful woman on the floor of our common room."
Hermione blushed and smiled, turning her head. Harry reached up and moved her head back to face him. She smiled again and laughed slightly. But was silenced by his kiss. It was their first kiss together.
They laid there that night enjoying the comfort of kissing on a cold floor until they heard the sound of a door creak open, and they quickly stood up, acting like nothing was wrong.
One of the first years came walking down from his dorm, looking down at the two.
"What are you two doing up?" the first year asked.
"Uh, nothing. Just go back to bed," Harry said. The first year shrugged and returned to his room.
Harry turned his attention back to Hermione. She still had a cheshire grin on her face, much like his own. They laughed lightly.
"It really is late, Harry. We should probably get back up to bed."
"You're right. We'll continue this some other time."
Harry gave Hermione a soft kiss and a quick embrace. They both returned to their dorms that night still not able to sleep. The memory of what had just happened kept them awake.
Harry smiled as he thought about that night. And then he looked outside to see that the horizon was getting dark and the sky was being covered up by heavy clouds. The wind was picking up. He felt it in his bones that something was coming.
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Ginny heard the familiar sound of footsteps that came walking down the hallway after having just entered the front door moments earlier. She put down her newspaper and turned around to look at him walking in the room.
"Hey, handsome," she said he layed down on the couch across from her. He grunted in reply and laid an arm across his eyes.
She frowned and noticed that his face was a bit paler than usual. Something had happened while he had gone out.
"Draco?" she asked softly. He moved his arm and looked over at her, not saying anything. "What's wrong?" She got up and sat down on the floor next to where he sat, her hand reaching up and brushing some stray hair off of his face.
"I love you," he said, his voice raspy.
"I love you too," she said. He leaned over and kissed her gently on the mouth and pulling away mere seconds later.
"I'd give up my world to be with you. Do you know that?" he said as she climbed on the couch and layed on top of him. He wrapped his arms around her as she laid her head on his chest, listening to his heart beat.
"I do now. What happened today" she asked, her voice filled with worry.
"Nothing that matters now. Nothing at all."
Draco noticed that Ginny had gotten quiet. But when he listened, he could hear her even breaths and feel her chest as it moved against his own. He knew that she had fallen asleep. And he was right behind her.
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The house was quiet and very dark when the clock in the living room struck midnight. Soft padded footsteps could be heard walking down the hallway, pausing twice to peek into the doors of sleeping children. The footsteps continued until they reached the study which was the last door on the right.
The door creaked open and the lights flicked on. An owl sat on a perch on the desk, with a letter attached to its foot. Ron took the letter and paid the owl. It fluttered off through the window the had been left open.
Ron walked over and shut the window as an icy gust of cold wind came hurrying through. He latched the lock and sat down at his desk. He read his name on the front of the envelope and smiled.
He opened it quickly and read what the paper had to say. He was about to throw it away when a brilliant blue flame ate the parchment, leaving nothing but a small pile of ashes in Ron's hand. They too disappeared and Ron was left with nothing more than a content smirk on his face.
He looked up as his wife entered the study. He smiled at her, his hands reaching out to her stomach when she came walking over to him. He let his palms rest just above her navel, feeling the way their child kicked inside.
"It won't be too long now," Moira said as she covered his hand.
Ron grinned almost evily and replied, "No it won't." But the words had more meaning than just a reply to her statement.
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END CHAP SEVEN
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a/n: please excuse the typos. i know that they're horrible. so how's this for an ending to the chap? i thought it was amusing. god, i just love pissing you guys off with open endings. if you hate it, then MESSAGE ME. or REVIEW and tell me what you think.
"So how did it go?" Dumbledore asked. "What did he tell you?"
Hermione played with her fingers, a knowing smile played across her lips. Ever since she had apparated in, she had ignored Dumbledore's eyes and kept to her own. She knew that she was being very childish, but she didn't care.
"He wouldn't tell us anything," Hermione said. Dumbledore's face fell. "Not at first, anyway." Dumbledore's face lit back up and he leaned over his desk, waiting to hear more. "But he came to my apartment not long after and told me about everything."
"What did he say?" Dumbledore asked quizzically.
Hermione spent a few minutes telling Dumbledore about the pact, and about how the book was a portkey. Even she had not told this to Harry, but Dumbledore needed to know.
"Is that the only thing that happened?" Dumbledore asked. For the first time in their meeting of the day, Hermione met Dumbledore's eyes. Immediately she wished she hadn't, because a bright blush entered her cheeks and she turned her face away from him, looking out the window.
"Hermione?" Dumbledore asked playfully.
"Well, I uh," Hermione stumbled for words. "We..."
"I think I get the idea," Dumbledore said. His eyes twinkling. "Just couldn't keep your hand off of each other, could you?" Dumbledore asked.
"No, not really."
"Well, in any case, I'm glad that the both of you are happy. But don't forget that you have a task at hand. Harry -must- come back to the wizarding world."
"I know. And I'm trying to think of a way," Hermione said.
"And we are as well. You're not alone on this."
"It's good to know. But I must be getting back. I have work in the morning."
Dumbledore nodded and walked over to embrace Hermione in a crushing hug. She hugged him back and smiled at him as she disapparated.
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Hermione ended up not back her own apartment, but at Harry's home. She was about to come in when she heard some voices coming from around the back of the house. Curiosity getting to ehr, she walked stealthily to where she could listen better.
"...had beeter be keeping up with things," a man whose voice she did not recognize said. "Just one little spell and we're on her faster than you can get to her."
"You think I'd be stupid to not to know that?" This was Harry's voice.
"He's watching over you always."
"I know that."
"It's a good thing that you do. You wouldn't want your little girlfriend to get herself hurt, would you?"
"No, I wouldn't. That's why I made the pact, you stupid git."
Hermione winced as she heard the sound of someone geting hit. Hard. She assumed it was Harry from the way the other man was laughing. She had the sudden urge to go marching around to the back of the house, but she knew that wouldn't be a good idea for either her or Harry.
"I'll be seeing you again." Then she heard the familiar pop of someone apparating out.
Hermione walked softly to the front door of the house ad waited five minutes. Then she walked insdie to see Harry sitting in his favorite chair, his jaw swelling up from the hit that he had recieved.
"Oh, Harry," Hermione said as she ran over to him. "What happened?" She touched his jaw and he pulled his face back in pain.
"I tripped and my jaw hit the side of the counter ver there. You know how clumsy I am."
Hermione could visibly tell that he was lying, but she didn't say anythign about it. Instead, he pulled her up into his lap and cradled her in his arms. They stayed like that for a long time.
"Are you ever going to come back to the wizard world?" Hermione asked softly.
"I don't know if that's such a good idea."
"Why wouldn't it be? You don't have to do magic to come back."
"But it would still be so risky. I wouldn't want to come close to doing anything that would hurt you."
"But you just don't seem happy with your muggle life. I want to see you happy."
"I'm happy as long as I'm with you, Mione. But if you want me to come back, I will. But it won't be easy for me."
"I know it won't. But I'll help you with it."
Harry nodded and kissed the top of her head and then down to kiss her lipos, ignoring the pain that was radiating in his jaw. Hermione didn't, though and she pulled back.
"Harry, we ned to do something about your jaw."
"Maybe some ice?" he said as she got up and walked into the kitchen. He followed her every step, watching as she filled a small plastic bag with ice.
"I didn't know that you knew muggle healing," Harry said with a small smile.
"Harry, I'm a muggle pediatrician."
"Really? I would have thought that you'd be working in Hogwarts or something by now."
"Oh, I got offers. McGonagall offered me a spot teaching muggle studies, but I just wanted to feel useful."
"You're useful to me," Harry said as she put the bag of ice against his jaw. It felt good against the hot skin. Hermione just stood there with her arms crossed, looking at him.
"As much as I'd like to be useful to you, I'm afraid that I have work to attend to. I expect you at my house tomorrow afternoon, though. Just let yourself in," she said as she gave him a spare key. "And we'll go to Diagon Alley."
She reached up and gave him a kiss on his good cheek and disapparated from the room with a loud pop.
Harry smiled brightly and winced when the pain came back to his jaw. Hopefully the swelling would go down by the next day. He didn't want to go wandering around Diagon Alley with people staring at him for the first time in ten years with a jaw the size of an orange.
He laughed at the thought and walked out of his kitchen and back into the living room. He sat in his chair for a while just thinking about Hermione and how everything she did captivated him. That brought back one of his favorite memories from their seventh year at Hogwarts...
It was midnight on a Tuesday night at Hogwarts and Harry was laying on his bed not able to sleep. He tried everything he could possibly imagine, but nothing seemed to work. He needed to get up and do something.
Slowly and very quietly he opened and shut the door to his bedroom and walked down the hall of the boys' dorm and climbed down the stairs. His face was down toward the floor and he wasn't aware that he wasn't the only one awake.
Before he knew what was happening, he ran right into Hermione. She would have yelled out if she knew that it wouldn't wake anyone else. But instead, she jumped and fell backwards, grabbing the nearest thing to her. That happened to be the front of Harry's shirt. And so he fell with her.
They both landed on the floor together, him on top of her. The shock of having fallen was enough to take their breath away, and when Harry finally opened his eyes to see who he had hit, a smile crept onto his face. It was Hermione.
She had opened her eyes and was looking up at him, not speaking. A soft smile crept onto her face as well and she reached up to touch his face.
"You know, it's late," she said to him.
"Yeah, you should be in bed."
"I should be, but I'm not. Instead, I've found myself laying on top of a dashingly beautiful woman on the floor of our common room."
Hermione blushed and smiled, turning her head. Harry reached up and moved her head back to face him. She smiled again and laughed slightly. But was silenced by his kiss. It was their first kiss together.
They laid there that night enjoying the comfort of kissing on a cold floor until they heard the sound of a door creak open, and they quickly stood up, acting like nothing was wrong.
One of the first years came walking down from his dorm, looking down at the two.
"What are you two doing up?" the first year asked.
"Uh, nothing. Just go back to bed," Harry said. The first year shrugged and returned to his room.
Harry turned his attention back to Hermione. She still had a cheshire grin on her face, much like his own. They laughed lightly.
"It really is late, Harry. We should probably get back up to bed."
"You're right. We'll continue this some other time."
Harry gave Hermione a soft kiss and a quick embrace. They both returned to their dorms that night still not able to sleep. The memory of what had just happened kept them awake.
Harry smiled as he thought about that night. And then he looked outside to see that the horizon was getting dark and the sky was being covered up by heavy clouds. The wind was picking up. He felt it in his bones that something was coming.
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Ginny heard the familiar sound of footsteps that came walking down the hallway after having just entered the front door moments earlier. She put down her newspaper and turned around to look at him walking in the room.
"Hey, handsome," she said he layed down on the couch across from her. He grunted in reply and laid an arm across his eyes.
She frowned and noticed that his face was a bit paler than usual. Something had happened while he had gone out.
"Draco?" she asked softly. He moved his arm and looked over at her, not saying anything. "What's wrong?" She got up and sat down on the floor next to where he sat, her hand reaching up and brushing some stray hair off of his face.
"I love you," he said, his voice raspy.
"I love you too," she said. He leaned over and kissed her gently on the mouth and pulling away mere seconds later.
"I'd give up my world to be with you. Do you know that?" he said as she climbed on the couch and layed on top of him. He wrapped his arms around her as she laid her head on his chest, listening to his heart beat.
"I do now. What happened today" she asked, her voice filled with worry.
"Nothing that matters now. Nothing at all."
Draco noticed that Ginny had gotten quiet. But when he listened, he could hear her even breaths and feel her chest as it moved against his own. He knew that she had fallen asleep. And he was right behind her.
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The house was quiet and very dark when the clock in the living room struck midnight. Soft padded footsteps could be heard walking down the hallway, pausing twice to peek into the doors of sleeping children. The footsteps continued until they reached the study which was the last door on the right.
The door creaked open and the lights flicked on. An owl sat on a perch on the desk, with a letter attached to its foot. Ron took the letter and paid the owl. It fluttered off through the window the had been left open.
Ron walked over and shut the window as an icy gust of cold wind came hurrying through. He latched the lock and sat down at his desk. He read his name on the front of the envelope and smiled.
He opened it quickly and read what the paper had to say. He was about to throw it away when a brilliant blue flame ate the parchment, leaving nothing but a small pile of ashes in Ron's hand. They too disappeared and Ron was left with nothing more than a content smirk on his face.
He looked up as his wife entered the study. He smiled at her, his hands reaching out to her stomach when she came walking over to him. He let his palms rest just above her navel, feeling the way their child kicked inside.
"It won't be too long now," Moira said as she covered his hand.
Ron grinned almost evily and replied, "No it won't." But the words had more meaning than just a reply to her statement.
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END CHAP SEVEN
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a/n: please excuse the typos. i know that they're horrible. so how's this for an ending to the chap? i thought it was amusing. god, i just love pissing you guys off with open endings. if you hate it, then MESSAGE ME. or REVIEW and tell me what you think.