,Chapter 5 ~ Bad Timing ~
Hermione's eyes fluttered open and she groaned. Why does my body feel on fire? Where am I? Who's holding my hand ...? All these thoughts came rushing into her mind, making her already pounding head, pound even more.
As her eyes adjusted to the thick darkness, she looked around. Why am I in a hospital? She thought and then remembered. Because Anthony tried to kill you and Harry came to your rescue just in time. But what happened after that? She asked herself. For some reason she couldn't remember what happened after Harry showed up.
Hermione looked down and gave a small smile. Harry was asleep in a chair next to her bed. His one arm was draped across her stomach and his other hand was holding on to hers, tightly. By the light of moon that drifted through the open window, she could see his face clearly. He looked pale and worried, his mouth set in a thin frown. Hermione ran her fingers through his soft, black hair, revealing the famous lightning bolt scar; it seemed to stand out as if by magic.
"Hermione ..." Harry murmured in his sleep.
She smiled for real now, a type of love she's never experienced before, flooded her heart. "Shh. I'm right here." She whispered in his ear, her fingers still intertwined into his hair.
Harry must have heard her because his eyes flew open. "Hermione!" He cried, seeing her awake. He jumped out of his chair and hugged her so tight, she could hardly breath. "You're all right!"
He seemed so relieved that Hermione wanted to reassure him that everything was all right. Instead she gave him a smile and said, "Yeah. I'm all right." She was still embraced in his hug, so she hugged him back, equally as tight.
They finally let go of each other and Harry sat at the edge of her bed. He gently tucked away some hair away from her face, his hand barely touching her forehead, but making her skin tingle nonetheless. "I was so worried." He whispered.
Hermione looked up into his eyes, the usually clear green was dark with genuine worry. "I'm sorry." She whispered back, looking away so he wouldn't see the tears that had gathered under her long lashes.
Harry placed his hand under her chin and turned her face towards him. "There's nothing to be sorry about."
Hermione nodded slowly, wiping away a tear that had escaped. Harry smiled at her, sending her heart fluttering, and pulled her onto his lap and wrapped his arms around her. She leaned against him and placed her head on his chest. It felt so right that she felt she had missed out on a lot while she was dating Anthony. That had never felt right, only painful.
She shut her eyes and listened to his steady heartbeat. She felt so safe and warm with Harry, as if this is what she was born to do, to be in his arms. They were best friends and closer than ever, but could they be something more? Hermione wanted him much more than just a best friend, just not so soon. She had to think about everything because Anthony had fed so much lies to her, had caused so much trouble, that she still had to pick up the shattered peices of her heart. And there was another question she needed to answer before she could go further with Harry. Does he love me, too? Or am I just hoping against all hope that he does? She thought as she continued to listen to his heart. It comforted her.
Harry looked down at the sleeping Hermione in his lap and smiled. This is how it should be. He thought, closing his eyes and burying his face in her soft hair. They were best friends but Harry wanted them to be so much more. He loved her more than life itself but only one question was left. Does she love me, too? Or am I hoping against all hope that she does?
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Bright sunlight streamed through the window and on the sleeping pair. Harry yawned and opened his eyes, smiling at the young lady next to him. Harry quietly got out of the hopsital bed, changed into new clothes in the small restroom, and tried to fix his unruly mob of hair. He slipped out of the room, careful not to wake Hermione.
Harry walked outside and breathed in the warm summer air. In only a week they would be going back to Hogwarts for their seventh and final year. "And then we're out of there." He breathed to himself. He couldn't believe how fast the years had gone. How much time he had wasted in telling Hermione how he felt about her. They had gone through so much together and if he ever lost Hermione or Ron, he didn't know what he would do.
Harry shuddered at the thought. "Voldemort is gone. That's it, he's not coming back." Harry reassured himself. "He's gone but not dead. He could come back." A nagging voice at the back of Harry's head said. Harry shook his head and pushed the thought in the back of his head, and headed back inside. He wouldn't think about dark wizards or a magical school of wizardry right now. All that mattered is that Hermione gets better and that he finally tells her how he feels. Who knows when it might be too late.
"Hey, sweetie!" Harry greeted her, relieved to see her looking much better.
Hermione's heart gave a small leap at the word 'sweetie' but she let it go as a friendly nickname. "Hey you. When did you get up?" Hermione asked, sitting up and smiling at him.
"I haven't been up that long." Harry answered, walking over to the bed. "How do you feel?" He asked, concern creasing his forehead.
"Much better." Hermione answered, truthfully. "Harry? What happened yesterday? How did I end up here?" She asked, she wanted to ask last night but she had forgotten all about it.
Harry looked down at her sadly, "You don't remember?" He asked, not wanting to recap everything for her.
She shook her head, looking at him expectantly. "I mean, I remember when you came in and saved me -" She blushed at this but continued, "but I don't remember what happened after that. Was I hurt that bad?"
Harry nodded, "You stood up and suddenly fainted. You were pretty beaten up, your face was bruised and your nose and lips were bleeding." Harry swallowed down a lump that was forming in his throat. He remembered her that night, all too well. "You're healing nicely." He finished with a forced smile.
Yeah, from the outside. Hermione thought, glumly. She didn't know how long it would take her to recover emotionally and mentally. "Yeah." She answered him.
Harry seemed to read her thoughts. "I'm sorry, 'Mione." Harry said, taking her hands in his. "I should have been there."
Hermione shook her head, "You didn't know."
"But I did. I heard you scream! I knew he was hurting you. I should have been there." He repeated.
Hermione lowered her head so he wouldn't see the rising color in her cheeks.
Harry took her hands in his, "Hermione, look at me. You didn't do anything wrong, it wasn't your fault."
"I know. But if I had only listened to you and Ron then this would have never happened. I feel so - so violated. So ashamed." She confided in him.
Harry pulled her into a warm hug, "I'm so sorry. But don't worry, he'll pay for this." He said, anger seeped into his voice.
Hermione pulled away and looked into his eyes, "Harry, don't. Please. Just let it go, okay?" She pleaded.
"But-" He went to protest.
"For me?"
Harry gave a heavy sigh, "For you." He whispered. But he will pay, somehow. He said to himself.
A thought popped into Hermione's heard, the look in Harry's eyes going unnoticed. "Harry? How is it possible that you heard me scream if we live miles apart? Only soul mates can tell if something's wrong." She said this quickly, trying to ignore the burning in her cheeks.
Harry gave a small smile but made sure Hermione didn't see him, "I wanted to ask you about that, too. I don't know how I heard you but I know I did." Because we're meant to be. His head screamed.
Hermione simply nodded, deep in thought. You're meant to be! Why are you so stubborn? She yelled at herself.
Harry sat on her bed and she leaned against his warm solid body. She loved the sound of his heartbeat.
"Hermione?"
His heartbeat quickened and Hermione smiled to herself. "Just tell me, Harry." She whispered.
Harry swallowed hard and licked his lips. He's been waiting for this moment, so why was it suddenly so hard? "Hermione, I lo-"
"Hermione, dear!" A female voice cut Harry off, startling both him and Hermione.
"Mom!" Hermione cried, not noticing the frustrated look on Harry's face.
It's just not the right time. He said to himself. But then when will it be the right time?
A/N : Hey! Sorry I took so long to post this chapter, I re-wrote it a million times until it fit my standards. I hope you liked it, it's not as good as I would have liked, but reviews can fix that!! Oh, and the next chapter won't be posted until a week and a half. I'm going to Mexico for a week so I won't have any writing time, but I'll make sure to fit some in. The reason this chapter is shorter than the rest is because I wanted to post it before I left (which is tonight). Anyway, please REVIEW!!!!! The more reviews the sooner the next chapter comes out!
Thank Yous:
St.CatherineEvangelineWoodsorel: Thanks so much! Don't worry Ron will be more involved in the story, besides, what's Harry without Ron??
marinekitty14: Thanks again!
goddessofvenus19: I know it seems really sad so far but don't worry it'll get happier! It it is a H/H shipper (that's what everyone calls H/H fics, so that's what I'll use), for sure! This last chapter proved that. That's a really good title (and yes, you spelled it right!) Thanks for your review!
Angelfire: Thanks! You will get MMMMMOOOOORRRRREEEEE!!!
Keep reviewing guys! Thanks again, and again, and again!!! Love you all!
Until next time,
~ AnGeLeYeS ~
Hermione's eyes fluttered open and she groaned. Why does my body feel on fire? Where am I? Who's holding my hand ...? All these thoughts came rushing into her mind, making her already pounding head, pound even more.
As her eyes adjusted to the thick darkness, she looked around. Why am I in a hospital? She thought and then remembered. Because Anthony tried to kill you and Harry came to your rescue just in time. But what happened after that? She asked herself. For some reason she couldn't remember what happened after Harry showed up.
Hermione looked down and gave a small smile. Harry was asleep in a chair next to her bed. His one arm was draped across her stomach and his other hand was holding on to hers, tightly. By the light of moon that drifted through the open window, she could see his face clearly. He looked pale and worried, his mouth set in a thin frown. Hermione ran her fingers through his soft, black hair, revealing the famous lightning bolt scar; it seemed to stand out as if by magic.
"Hermione ..." Harry murmured in his sleep.
She smiled for real now, a type of love she's never experienced before, flooded her heart. "Shh. I'm right here." She whispered in his ear, her fingers still intertwined into his hair.
Harry must have heard her because his eyes flew open. "Hermione!" He cried, seeing her awake. He jumped out of his chair and hugged her so tight, she could hardly breath. "You're all right!"
He seemed so relieved that Hermione wanted to reassure him that everything was all right. Instead she gave him a smile and said, "Yeah. I'm all right." She was still embraced in his hug, so she hugged him back, equally as tight.
They finally let go of each other and Harry sat at the edge of her bed. He gently tucked away some hair away from her face, his hand barely touching her forehead, but making her skin tingle nonetheless. "I was so worried." He whispered.
Hermione looked up into his eyes, the usually clear green was dark with genuine worry. "I'm sorry." She whispered back, looking away so he wouldn't see the tears that had gathered under her long lashes.
Harry placed his hand under her chin and turned her face towards him. "There's nothing to be sorry about."
Hermione nodded slowly, wiping away a tear that had escaped. Harry smiled at her, sending her heart fluttering, and pulled her onto his lap and wrapped his arms around her. She leaned against him and placed her head on his chest. It felt so right that she felt she had missed out on a lot while she was dating Anthony. That had never felt right, only painful.
She shut her eyes and listened to his steady heartbeat. She felt so safe and warm with Harry, as if this is what she was born to do, to be in his arms. They were best friends and closer than ever, but could they be something more? Hermione wanted him much more than just a best friend, just not so soon. She had to think about everything because Anthony had fed so much lies to her, had caused so much trouble, that she still had to pick up the shattered peices of her heart. And there was another question she needed to answer before she could go further with Harry. Does he love me, too? Or am I just hoping against all hope that he does? She thought as she continued to listen to his heart. It comforted her.
Harry looked down at the sleeping Hermione in his lap and smiled. This is how it should be. He thought, closing his eyes and burying his face in her soft hair. They were best friends but Harry wanted them to be so much more. He loved her more than life itself but only one question was left. Does she love me, too? Or am I hoping against all hope that she does?
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Bright sunlight streamed through the window and on the sleeping pair. Harry yawned and opened his eyes, smiling at the young lady next to him. Harry quietly got out of the hopsital bed, changed into new clothes in the small restroom, and tried to fix his unruly mob of hair. He slipped out of the room, careful not to wake Hermione.
Harry walked outside and breathed in the warm summer air. In only a week they would be going back to Hogwarts for their seventh and final year. "And then we're out of there." He breathed to himself. He couldn't believe how fast the years had gone. How much time he had wasted in telling Hermione how he felt about her. They had gone through so much together and if he ever lost Hermione or Ron, he didn't know what he would do.
Harry shuddered at the thought. "Voldemort is gone. That's it, he's not coming back." Harry reassured himself. "He's gone but not dead. He could come back." A nagging voice at the back of Harry's head said. Harry shook his head and pushed the thought in the back of his head, and headed back inside. He wouldn't think about dark wizards or a magical school of wizardry right now. All that mattered is that Hermione gets better and that he finally tells her how he feels. Who knows when it might be too late.
"Hey, sweetie!" Harry greeted her, relieved to see her looking much better.
Hermione's heart gave a small leap at the word 'sweetie' but she let it go as a friendly nickname. "Hey you. When did you get up?" Hermione asked, sitting up and smiling at him.
"I haven't been up that long." Harry answered, walking over to the bed. "How do you feel?" He asked, concern creasing his forehead.
"Much better." Hermione answered, truthfully. "Harry? What happened yesterday? How did I end up here?" She asked, she wanted to ask last night but she had forgotten all about it.
Harry looked down at her sadly, "You don't remember?" He asked, not wanting to recap everything for her.
She shook her head, looking at him expectantly. "I mean, I remember when you came in and saved me -" She blushed at this but continued, "but I don't remember what happened after that. Was I hurt that bad?"
Harry nodded, "You stood up and suddenly fainted. You were pretty beaten up, your face was bruised and your nose and lips were bleeding." Harry swallowed down a lump that was forming in his throat. He remembered her that night, all too well. "You're healing nicely." He finished with a forced smile.
Yeah, from the outside. Hermione thought, glumly. She didn't know how long it would take her to recover emotionally and mentally. "Yeah." She answered him.
Harry seemed to read her thoughts. "I'm sorry, 'Mione." Harry said, taking her hands in his. "I should have been there."
Hermione shook her head, "You didn't know."
"But I did. I heard you scream! I knew he was hurting you. I should have been there." He repeated.
Hermione lowered her head so he wouldn't see the rising color in her cheeks.
Harry took her hands in his, "Hermione, look at me. You didn't do anything wrong, it wasn't your fault."
"I know. But if I had only listened to you and Ron then this would have never happened. I feel so - so violated. So ashamed." She confided in him.
Harry pulled her into a warm hug, "I'm so sorry. But don't worry, he'll pay for this." He said, anger seeped into his voice.
Hermione pulled away and looked into his eyes, "Harry, don't. Please. Just let it go, okay?" She pleaded.
"But-" He went to protest.
"For me?"
Harry gave a heavy sigh, "For you." He whispered. But he will pay, somehow. He said to himself.
A thought popped into Hermione's heard, the look in Harry's eyes going unnoticed. "Harry? How is it possible that you heard me scream if we live miles apart? Only soul mates can tell if something's wrong." She said this quickly, trying to ignore the burning in her cheeks.
Harry gave a small smile but made sure Hermione didn't see him, "I wanted to ask you about that, too. I don't know how I heard you but I know I did." Because we're meant to be. His head screamed.
Hermione simply nodded, deep in thought. You're meant to be! Why are you so stubborn? She yelled at herself.
Harry sat on her bed and she leaned against his warm solid body. She loved the sound of his heartbeat.
"Hermione?"
His heartbeat quickened and Hermione smiled to herself. "Just tell me, Harry." She whispered.
Harry swallowed hard and licked his lips. He's been waiting for this moment, so why was it suddenly so hard? "Hermione, I lo-"
"Hermione, dear!" A female voice cut Harry off, startling both him and Hermione.
"Mom!" Hermione cried, not noticing the frustrated look on Harry's face.
It's just not the right time. He said to himself. But then when will it be the right time?
A/N : Hey! Sorry I took so long to post this chapter, I re-wrote it a million times until it fit my standards. I hope you liked it, it's not as good as I would have liked, but reviews can fix that!! Oh, and the next chapter won't be posted until a week and a half. I'm going to Mexico for a week so I won't have any writing time, but I'll make sure to fit some in. The reason this chapter is shorter than the rest is because I wanted to post it before I left (which is tonight). Anyway, please REVIEW!!!!! The more reviews the sooner the next chapter comes out!
Thank Yous:
St.CatherineEvangelineWoodsorel: Thanks so much! Don't worry Ron will be more involved in the story, besides, what's Harry without Ron??
marinekitty14: Thanks again!
goddessofvenus19: I know it seems really sad so far but don't worry it'll get happier! It it is a H/H shipper (that's what everyone calls H/H fics, so that's what I'll use), for sure! This last chapter proved that. That's a really good title (and yes, you spelled it right!) Thanks for your review!
Angelfire: Thanks! You will get MMMMMOOOOORRRRREEEEE!!!
Keep reviewing guys! Thanks again, and again, and again!!! Love you all!
Until next time,
~ AnGeLeYeS ~