I'll Always Be With You
Waking up even before Ron was not something new, but to Harry, the most disturbing thing was what dream he just woke up from. Hearing that voice calling his name, seeing that silhouette, all which were familiar, yet he could not figure whom it was. Must be some weird one if you are thinking about it now. For Harry Potter is no a stranger to odd dreams, rather it was strange to receive one in such a time of year. Lord Voldemort, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named for many, has been a constant reminder for Harry. The magical world was not prepared for his return, but in Harry's fifth year, Harry once again triumph over evil again, at a cost of near death. But Voldemort was still very much alive, though very weak. A body is something he still has. The events of Harry's fifth year still haunt him, even to this very day.
Last year was one heck of a fight for Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, having a strange dream, not about Voldemort is very strange indeed. Putting that thought and the dream aside, he slowly got out of bed and went through his morning routines. Finished with a shower, feeling very much awake, Harry trod down to the common room, where he finds Hermione already up, and reading her favorite book, Hogwarts, A History.
"Hermione, you must have read that book a billion times by now. Don't you ever get bored with it?" Harry teased as he walked towards her. She looks great in the morning. What in Merlin am I thinking?! This is Hermione!
"Good Morning, Harry, had a nice night?"
"Yeah. I don't think I'm even hungry yet. With all that food Ron and the team nicked from the kitchen, it's a wonder I haven't gained another 3 kilograms (around 10 pounds)!"
Hermione giggled at that remark. Seeing that her cute, best friend is having a really good morning. Wait a minute! Cute? Hermione had to quickly control herself from continuing that line of thought, although it was really hard for her. "Seeing that we both are wide awake at six-thirty in the morning, I have to wonder what were you up to this early in the morning. You, Harry doesn't usually wake up so early. Especially if it is an Hogsmeade weekend."
"What?" Harry mocked in surprised. "Am I not allowed to be awake and be with the most beautiful witch in Hogwarts?" As quickly as Harry said that, his mind went into light speed. Questions popped up into his mind. One in particular: Where did that come from?
Luckily, at that moment, the sun shined through the window, causing Harry to see a shadow of Hermione's face, or else, he would have saw the deep blush that came in full force as the words went through her mind. Thinking a quick comeback, although when she looks back into this time, Hermione would have felt very much like a fool, "No you can't, Harry. But you sure can tell me the real reason though."
"Oh all right then, Hermione," Harry said in mock defeat. "You aren't much fun in the morning though. To tell you the truth, I just woke up for no such reason. It seems like my internal body clock just says: Wake UP!"
"I shall fully accept that excuse. Is Ron awake?"
"Last time I checked, he was sleeping like an angel, though I don't we should tell him about it."
As if on cue, a voice cried out, "Tell me what?" A sleepy Ron said out loud.
"Nothing, Nothing." Harry said quickly.
"Ok, but I'm starving. What about you Hermy?"
" Ron, how could you be? You just ate barely seven hours ago!"
"Hey! I'm a growing boy. I need all that energy. Now c'mon. I'm starving. I could probably eat a Hippogriff."
"Ooh. You are impossible, Ron. C'mon Harry. Time to go to breakfast, because deep, bottom-less pit here is hungry. Harry?" A turn of her head, Hermione saw that Harry's eyes were gazed. He was off to dreamland.
Ron was leaving her behind, to fill up his own stomach with the food being served down in the Great Hall. Hermione just grabbed Harry's hand, dragging him off towards the entrance. That woke Harry up.
Walking towards the Great Hall, Harry felt tingling along his right arm, the arm that was holding onto Hermione. What's this feeling I got going up and down my arm? A glance. Jee-sus. Hermione sure has changed a lot. She's defiantly more beautiful then the other girls in any grade. Hang on. What the hell am I thinking? Trying to collect himself, Harry used every will power he has to stop the feeling from his hand. Trying to stop the tingling, and the warmth that's traveling from Hermione to him. No such luck. The tingling and warmth were still there. And there was nothing to do about it.
Hermione, on the other hand, had more self-control. Though the tingling and warmth seems to go both ways. But through every training she has, or hasn't have, she ignored that feeling. Saying to herself that its blood rushing back into her arm, after having to sit on it for quite a while. Getting towards the front door, and making sure that Harry's awake enough to handle himself. Namely, walk on his two feet; she released herself from Harry, instantly regretting it, no questions asked.
"Hiya Harry. What took you so long?" Ron said with loads of food around him
"Nothing. Just walking, unlike you." Harry answered as he sat down, and started to pile a bit of toast as a form of breakfast. Hermione was doing just the same.
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