Chapter Seven

One Piece of Paper

"Oh, come on, Harry, you gotta stop this. You know you miss her," Ron said as he sat in between Harry and Hermione on the couch as a barrier.

Harry shook his head. "Nope, don't miss her and I don't care either. I'm not going to stop this until she apologizes." 'I do miss her. The way she would laugh. The way her frizzy hair would break into little strands as the wind blew. '

"Me- apologize? You're the one who is the sexist player!" Luckily there were no first years in the room to hear this. 'I miss you so much. You're not a sexist player. You're Harry; my Harry. Oh, if only I could run over there and just stay in his arms forever…'

"That's it- I can't take it any more! You two can solve your own problems. I'm going to bed!" Ron stood up from the couch and began to climb up the stairs, revealing Harry writing hastily on a small piece of paper on the other side of the couch. He looked up to see Hermione trying to get a glimpse of the paper. He quickly crumpled it up and threw it at her. It bounced of her shoulder and rolled off on to the cushion next to her. Harry stood up, "I'm going to bed too. Good night." Harry walked away up to the boys' dorm.

            Hermione sat there alone on the couch. All the sounds of the night seemed to be louder than usual. The fire was crackling, crickets that had some how gotten in chirping. She could even hear some of the owls in the background. The portrait door opened and closed, though she didn't notice anyone else in the room. She just continued to sit there. Suddenly she realized she should look at what Harry threw at her. She remembered him writing something on it. She picked it up and began to unfold it. It read:

Hermione:

Meet me tonight at 10:35 on top of the Astronomy Tower. I want to speak to you with alone, without Ron. Thanks.

Harry.

She glanced at her watch. It was 10:34. Not knowing what else to do, she got up and walked outside into the halls of the school. There were still a few kids around because the curfew was for 10:45. She quickly walked up the long set of stairs until she reached the roof of the Astronomy Tower. A cool autumn breeze blew in her face. 'What did Harry want to talk with me about? Oh there he is…' Hermione walked closer to Harry who stood at the edge of the tower roof.

"Hi. Sorry I'm late."

He gave a slight smile, the first since the night of the Halloween dance. "I wanna show you something. Here, get on." He was holding out his broomstick to her.

"No, Harry, I can't. You know I'm afraid of heights."

"Come on. I'll be right with you." Hermione could feel her heart thumping hard in her chest.

"Ok" He got on the broom and held his hand out to her. She gently grabbed it and got on the back of the broom. As it rose into the air, she tightly gripped her arms around Harry's waist.

            They flew up about 300 feet into the sky. Harry let go of the broom and it remained perfectly parallel to the ground below. Hermione still was clutching Harry's stomach with fear.

"Come on. It's ok. Just don't look down; just up"

She slowly let go of his gut and looked up. "Wow, the stars are so close. You can almost touch them." She raised her arm and lifted it into the sky. 'Wow, I must look like a dork.'

She turned back to Harry, blushing.

Harry looked down. "I had wanted to tell you something. When I was at your house, I had walked pass your room. A page landed by my foot when Crookshanks jumped. It was from your diary. I didn't know until after I read it," Harry quickly added imagining Hermione's expression. "So I read it. You talked about this guy you liked, but you didn't write his name. He sounded so perfect. Who is he?"

Hermione was in total shock. She almost fell off the broom. "You…you read my diary?"

Harry nodded, still looking down. "Just that one page, though…so who's the guy?"

"It's you. You're the one I love, Harry."

Harry looked up at her. She was blushing

"I…I love you too. I guess I was just afraid that you wouldn't love me back…" Slowly they leaned in towards each other to seal their love with a long, deep, passionate kiss.

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[ a/n This is funny:]

Meanwhile, back in the castle, Ron was getting up from bed. 'Hmm. I have to go to the bathroom. It must be 10:40.' He got up and stretched. As usual, he walked past the open window, where the letters were usually dropped. Casually he looked outside, for no particular reason and was immediately stunned. There, in the moonlight, he saw two figures kissing passionately on a broomstick. He soon identified the one with frizzy hair to be Hermione, but he couldn't tell who the guy was. Ron shrugged and continued to walk to the bathroom.

On the way back he noticed they were still on the broomstick. Ron shook his head. 'I gotta tell Harry about this. He's probably sleeping. I'll tell him tomorrow.' Ron climbed back into his bed not noticing the absence of Harry's snores…

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"Hey, Harry- wake up!" Ron shouted as he shook him violently.

"Huh…wha?" Harry opened his eyes to see Ron over him. "Ron, it Sunday. No classes…let me sleep."

"I know, but there's something you need to know. It's about Hermione…"

Harry's eyes popped wide open. "What about her?"

"Well, last night, when I was taking my usual10: 40 stroll to the can, I looked out the window. I then I see these two people on this broomstick and they were kissing. And I mean like kissing. So I take a closer look and it turns out the girl was Hermione! And she must really like this guy a lot because she's totally afraid of heights. I don't know who the guy is but if you want her back, you gotta get to her soon or she'll be with that guy forever!"

"Uh…Ron…"

"Yea, Harry. Got any leads on who the guy is or something?"

"Well kinda…"

"So who is it????"

"Um…me," Harry said softly, as his face began to turn crimson.

Ron stayed quiet for a second trying to comprehend what his friend just said. "Oh…so I see you solved the problem…" [ a/n A real boy probably would have said SCORE but I decided to make them polite] Harry nodded, his face still red. "You okay, Ron? I mean what about you?"

'I guess I have to tell him' Ron thought. "Well, remember at the dance when I said I had 'punch' on my beard. Well, Hermione was right it was lipstick…"

"So- who's the girl and how long has it been going on?" Harry said, the true color now returning to his face.

"Um. It's Lavendar. Ever since last year we been seeing each other now and then…" Harry shook his head. "Well, I guess were even."

"Yea. I guess so…" Ron said, glad that Harry wasn't mad at him.

They stepped out onto the landing and walked down the stairs. Hermione was sitting on the couch, reading a book. She turned around at the sound of the footsteps behind her. She smiled at Harry and turned back to reading her book.

"Um, Hermione. He knows…" She turned back around, abruptly, the color drained from her face. "You told him!"

"No. No…he saw."

Hermione's face turned from the pale white to a scarlet color before their eyes. "Oh"

"I didn't mean to look or anything. I just happened to need to go to the bathroom, and I just happened to look out the window and I just happened to see what I saw. Sorry."

"No, it's okay, Ron. I mean eventually we would have to tell you." Hermione said, trying to smile. "But what are you gonna do now, Ron. Now that me and Harry are…" She didn't finish her sentence.

"Nah- it's alright. I have Lavendar. Been seeing her for a while…"

"Lavendar?" Hermione said, starting to laugh. "No wonder she stopped coming to the study secessions we were having." Ron blushed.

The end

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