The Gift
The funeral was over. The teachers aloud Hermione a few days away from classes so she could recover. Harry cut a few classes to be with her.
"Harry, you don't have to do this, I mean, you could go to class." Hermione whispered.
"No it's ok I'd rather be here with you." He said smiling a little.
"Harry, I miss him so much. His jokes, even if they were bad, His cooking, his laugh, but he was just so perfect. And I never realized it until now, now that its to late." Hermione started.
"Its ok, you don't have to worry about it. I'm sure understands." Harry said.
"I want to go to the muggle world, I want to look at the streetlight, where it happened."
"Hermione you know were not aloud to do that." Harry said.
"But neither of us have class, come on Harry Potter just this once, for me??"
He thought of how happy he wanted to make her.
"Ok, just this once. But first, you have to open this."
He pulled out a gift from his drawer.
"What's this for?"
"Just open it."
Hermione opened up the box. Inside was a picture of her and her father. He was waving at her with a big smile on his face.
"He gave that to me, he took it when I went to your house last summer." Harry said.
"Harry Potter, you know how much I hate to cry."
He toke her face in his hand, wiped the tears with his thumbs.
"It's ok."
"Ron can't walk in on us you know, he's in class."
She closed her eyes and leaned in for a kiss. It was a short one and each pulled away.
She opened her eyes and said "Maybe the muggle world can wait."
The next kiss was more passionate, and longer.
Half an hour later after a lot of kissing and whispering and making out Hermione pulled away.
"Ron will be back soon." She said.
"Alright."
1 "He ruins everything" She thought.
"I wish it never had to end." He thought..
"Tomorrow is another day of free and cut classes. I'll see you here tomorrow?"
"Sounds great" she said.
.
"Finally, I got what I've been waiting for." She said out loud after he left. She smiled to herself and got ready for bed.
The funeral was over. The teachers aloud Hermione a few days away from classes so she could recover. Harry cut a few classes to be with her.
"Harry, you don't have to do this, I mean, you could go to class." Hermione whispered.
"No it's ok I'd rather be here with you." He said smiling a little.
"Harry, I miss him so much. His jokes, even if they were bad, His cooking, his laugh, but he was just so perfect. And I never realized it until now, now that its to late." Hermione started.
"Its ok, you don't have to worry about it. I'm sure understands." Harry said.
"I want to go to the muggle world, I want to look at the streetlight, where it happened."
"Hermione you know were not aloud to do that." Harry said.
"But neither of us have class, come on Harry Potter just this once, for me??"
He thought of how happy he wanted to make her.
"Ok, just this once. But first, you have to open this."
He pulled out a gift from his drawer.
"What's this for?"
"Just open it."
Hermione opened up the box. Inside was a picture of her and her father. He was waving at her with a big smile on his face.
"He gave that to me, he took it when I went to your house last summer." Harry said.
"Harry Potter, you know how much I hate to cry."
He toke her face in his hand, wiped the tears with his thumbs.
"It's ok."
"Ron can't walk in on us you know, he's in class."
She closed her eyes and leaned in for a kiss. It was a short one and each pulled away.
She opened her eyes and said "Maybe the muggle world can wait."
The next kiss was more passionate, and longer.
Half an hour later after a lot of kissing and whispering and making out Hermione pulled away.
"Ron will be back soon." She said.
"Alright."
1 "He ruins everything" She thought.
"I wish it never had to end." He thought..
"Tomorrow is another day of free and cut classes. I'll see you here tomorrow?"
"Sounds great" she said.
.
"Finally, I got what I've been waiting for." She said out loud after he left. She smiled to herself and got ready for bed.