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A/N: Thank you so much, Ms. Potter, for your too kind review! This chapter is dedicated to you. Enjoy...
"Hello..." said Hermione when Sirius suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Hermione supposed he had Apparated into the house.
"Hey Harry, you've changed alot since the last time I saw you!!"
"Very funny, Sirius!" Hermione laughed.
"Nice to see you again, Hermione! Have you come to visit Harry?" asked Sirius.
"...Yes, I have. I'll go get Harry...he's just upstairs." Hermione stopped at the bottom of the stairs. "By the way, do you always finish work this early?"
"No, afraid not. I usually come home around midnight, thanks to Cornelius Fudge, who orders people to do loads of work instead of actually doing any himself. I wonder why he's still Minister for Magic, when I could be a better one..." said Sirius, and Hermione raised her eyebrows. "Only joking, Hermione-just joking!"
"Well, actually, I think you'd make a fair Minister for Magic."
"Yeah, I think so, too," Harry, who had came downstairs, agreed with Hermione.
"Hey...I came to tell you-uh-I'll be coming home a bit later than usual tonight...but it probably wouldn't matter too much since you have your girlfriend to keep you company, huh?" Sirius said to Harry.
"Nope, not too much..." Harry said. "But why'd you Apparate here instead of just sending an owl?"
"If you had looked out the window about three minutes ago, which was when I got the news that I had to stay a bit longer at work, you would have noticed that it was raining like crazy! You didn't expect me to let my new owl get soaking wet, did you?"
"...I guess not. But I never knew it was raining...the weather was fine this morning!" Harry told Sirius, then remembered that Hermione was still standing beside him. "Oh! Hermione's staying for the summer."
"OK. Hmm...it isn't raining now. So...I'd best get back to the Ministry of Magic. Have fun, you two!" With that, Sirius Apparated back to work.
"What are we going to do today?" Harry asked Hermione.
"...I don't know...Maybe we could go over to Ron's."
"Er-Ron?" Harry briefly considered it, and thought it was a good idea to go visit Ron, but there was a few things wrong with it. Harry remembered that Ron hadn't gotten over Hermione yet, and just for that, Harry could say he was a bit mad with Ron. But even if he weren't mad at Ron for possibly being in love with his girlfriend, Harry wanted to spend time alone with Hermione. He wanted this day to be just him and Hermione-not him, Hermione, and Ron, the famous trio that always spent time together. "How about we don't go visit Ron so that we can be an actual couple...just the two of us?"
"Wow, you're being awfully romantic...did I do something wrong?" joked Hermione, and Harry sighed. Hermione could tell that he was going to say something serious next.
"It's Ron."
"What about Ron?"
"He wrote to me and he said...he said that he might still be in love with you," Harry explained. Hermione gaped at him.
"W-what? Ron...love me...? You're kidding, right?" she said. Harry shook his head.
"No...sorry. You know what, Hermione? Let's just...forget about him for now. I really don't want him to ruin our day."
"You're right. So, we could go to...a Muggle park I've been to! It's beautiful, you've got to see it!" said Hermione excitedly, Harry agreed, and they left.
When they arrived, Harry realized one thing-Hermione definitely wasn't lying after all. It was, infact, beautiful. It was covered in green grass and loads of bushes and tall deciduous trees. Harry and Hermione decided to sit under a cool shade made by a particularly huge tree. They were watching most of the people have picnics with their families, play with their dogs, and read or listen to music on the grass when suddenly, rain started to pour down. After nearly everyone, in panic, had put food back in their picnic baskets, commanded their dogs to come back to them, or ran into their cars, then hurriedly left. But since Harry and Hermione had brought an umbrella, they stayed.
They stood up and leaned against the tree, observing the green blurrs which were mostly grass and trees getting soaked by the heavy rain. They didn't know how the sight of rain at a park looked so pretty, but it somehow just...did. No fewer than two minutes later, a strong wind came and blew away their umbrella, which went flying into the sky, and then disappeared with another swish of wind. Hermione, who happened to be in a rather bad mood, sighed. Harry turned to her and looked at her, hoping to find the reason why Hermione looked so sad and mad at the same time. 'It's hopeless,' he thought. 'I wish I could read people's minds, especially Hermione's...' So Harry decided to use the old fashioned way of finding out what Hermione was thinking.
"Something wrong, Hermione?" Harry asked, and Hermione chuckled, leaning against the tree as if it was a pillow. Her hair was all wet now from the rain, and Harry supposed his was, too, since water was dripping down from it.
"Isn't it funny?" she said, sounding a little tired. "How life treats you? Everything was going right...and then...Ron..." Hermione emphasized the word 'Ron' with a tiny bit of disgust.
"Oh, you're thinking of what I said...before?" Harry said, looking down at the ground, remembering what he had said to Hermione before they came to the park, in a split second. Just thinking of it was as if someone had poured cold water all over him. "You don't...still have feelings for him, do you?" Hermione quickly pushed herself off the tree and turned to Harry, shaking her head furiously.
"No, of course not!" she said. Harry faced Hermione once again, and put on a lopsided grin. "Don't you ever forget, Harry, that I'll always love you, and only you. I can never be sure what Ron thinks, and I don't care-but me and him are through." Hermione moved closer to Harry and kissed him. "Don't forget."
"Don't worry...I won't, not after that," Harry assured her. "So...do you feel like going back to my house now? I mean, unless you want to stay out here, in this rainy weather..."
"Alright, let's go back," said Hermione, and they walked back to Harry and Sirius's house.
"Harry, Hermione, will you two be alright until I get back from work?" Sirius asked the next morning, pulling out thermometers out of Harry and Hermione's mouthes.
"Yes, Sirius. We'll be fi-" Hermione started, but sneezed loudly into a tissue. Then she blew her nose on it.
"Hermione meant to say we'll be fine...and she's damn ri-" Harry had also sneezed.
"Whatever you say." Sirius chuckled, then looked down at the thermometers and frowned. "But you're both pretty warm. Just...don't go outside today, it's still raining for some reason. Terrible weather we've been having lately, raining in the summer and all...Well anyway, bye. I'm kind of late, actually..."
"Bye, Sirius."
"Thanks..."
"Oh, no problem. Bye!" Then Sirius hurriedly disappeared to work.
A/N: Late. Terribly. Sorry.
A/N: Thank you so much, Ms. Potter, for your too kind review! This chapter is dedicated to you. Enjoy...
"Hello..." said Hermione when Sirius suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Hermione supposed he had Apparated into the house.
"Hey Harry, you've changed alot since the last time I saw you!!"
"Very funny, Sirius!" Hermione laughed.
"Nice to see you again, Hermione! Have you come to visit Harry?" asked Sirius.
"...Yes, I have. I'll go get Harry...he's just upstairs." Hermione stopped at the bottom of the stairs. "By the way, do you always finish work this early?"
"No, afraid not. I usually come home around midnight, thanks to Cornelius Fudge, who orders people to do loads of work instead of actually doing any himself. I wonder why he's still Minister for Magic, when I could be a better one..." said Sirius, and Hermione raised her eyebrows. "Only joking, Hermione-just joking!"
"Well, actually, I think you'd make a fair Minister for Magic."
"Yeah, I think so, too," Harry, who had came downstairs, agreed with Hermione.
"Hey...I came to tell you-uh-I'll be coming home a bit later than usual tonight...but it probably wouldn't matter too much since you have your girlfriend to keep you company, huh?" Sirius said to Harry.
"Nope, not too much..." Harry said. "But why'd you Apparate here instead of just sending an owl?"
"If you had looked out the window about three minutes ago, which was when I got the news that I had to stay a bit longer at work, you would have noticed that it was raining like crazy! You didn't expect me to let my new owl get soaking wet, did you?"
"...I guess not. But I never knew it was raining...the weather was fine this morning!" Harry told Sirius, then remembered that Hermione was still standing beside him. "Oh! Hermione's staying for the summer."
"OK. Hmm...it isn't raining now. So...I'd best get back to the Ministry of Magic. Have fun, you two!" With that, Sirius Apparated back to work.
"What are we going to do today?" Harry asked Hermione.
"...I don't know...Maybe we could go over to Ron's."
"Er-Ron?" Harry briefly considered it, and thought it was a good idea to go visit Ron, but there was a few things wrong with it. Harry remembered that Ron hadn't gotten over Hermione yet, and just for that, Harry could say he was a bit mad with Ron. But even if he weren't mad at Ron for possibly being in love with his girlfriend, Harry wanted to spend time alone with Hermione. He wanted this day to be just him and Hermione-not him, Hermione, and Ron, the famous trio that always spent time together. "How about we don't go visit Ron so that we can be an actual couple...just the two of us?"
"Wow, you're being awfully romantic...did I do something wrong?" joked Hermione, and Harry sighed. Hermione could tell that he was going to say something serious next.
"It's Ron."
"What about Ron?"
"He wrote to me and he said...he said that he might still be in love with you," Harry explained. Hermione gaped at him.
"W-what? Ron...love me...? You're kidding, right?" she said. Harry shook his head.
"No...sorry. You know what, Hermione? Let's just...forget about him for now. I really don't want him to ruin our day."
"You're right. So, we could go to...a Muggle park I've been to! It's beautiful, you've got to see it!" said Hermione excitedly, Harry agreed, and they left.
When they arrived, Harry realized one thing-Hermione definitely wasn't lying after all. It was, infact, beautiful. It was covered in green grass and loads of bushes and tall deciduous trees. Harry and Hermione decided to sit under a cool shade made by a particularly huge tree. They were watching most of the people have picnics with their families, play with their dogs, and read or listen to music on the grass when suddenly, rain started to pour down. After nearly everyone, in panic, had put food back in their picnic baskets, commanded their dogs to come back to them, or ran into their cars, then hurriedly left. But since Harry and Hermione had brought an umbrella, they stayed.
They stood up and leaned against the tree, observing the green blurrs which were mostly grass and trees getting soaked by the heavy rain. They didn't know how the sight of rain at a park looked so pretty, but it somehow just...did. No fewer than two minutes later, a strong wind came and blew away their umbrella, which went flying into the sky, and then disappeared with another swish of wind. Hermione, who happened to be in a rather bad mood, sighed. Harry turned to her and looked at her, hoping to find the reason why Hermione looked so sad and mad at the same time. 'It's hopeless,' he thought. 'I wish I could read people's minds, especially Hermione's...' So Harry decided to use the old fashioned way of finding out what Hermione was thinking.
"Something wrong, Hermione?" Harry asked, and Hermione chuckled, leaning against the tree as if it was a pillow. Her hair was all wet now from the rain, and Harry supposed his was, too, since water was dripping down from it.
"Isn't it funny?" she said, sounding a little tired. "How life treats you? Everything was going right...and then...Ron..." Hermione emphasized the word 'Ron' with a tiny bit of disgust.
"Oh, you're thinking of what I said...before?" Harry said, looking down at the ground, remembering what he had said to Hermione before they came to the park, in a split second. Just thinking of it was as if someone had poured cold water all over him. "You don't...still have feelings for him, do you?" Hermione quickly pushed herself off the tree and turned to Harry, shaking her head furiously.
"No, of course not!" she said. Harry faced Hermione once again, and put on a lopsided grin. "Don't you ever forget, Harry, that I'll always love you, and only you. I can never be sure what Ron thinks, and I don't care-but me and him are through." Hermione moved closer to Harry and kissed him. "Don't forget."
"Don't worry...I won't, not after that," Harry assured her. "So...do you feel like going back to my house now? I mean, unless you want to stay out here, in this rainy weather..."
"Alright, let's go back," said Hermione, and they walked back to Harry and Sirius's house.
"Harry, Hermione, will you two be alright until I get back from work?" Sirius asked the next morning, pulling out thermometers out of Harry and Hermione's mouthes.
"Yes, Sirius. We'll be fi-" Hermione started, but sneezed loudly into a tissue. Then she blew her nose on it.
"Hermione meant to say we'll be fine...and she's damn ri-" Harry had also sneezed.
"Whatever you say." Sirius chuckled, then looked down at the thermometers and frowned. "But you're both pretty warm. Just...don't go outside today, it's still raining for some reason. Terrible weather we've been having lately, raining in the summer and all...Well anyway, bye. I'm kind of late, actually..."
"Bye, Sirius."
"Thanks..."
"Oh, no problem. Bye!" Then Sirius hurriedly disappeared to work.
A/N: Late. Terribly. Sorry.