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Chapter 7
"Potter. Granger." Malfoy said his face screwing up as if it made him sick to his stomach just to say those two words. His eyes narrowed and his mouth curled into a sneer. A pure look of detest, that was closely mirrored by Harry and Hermione, appeared on his face.
One would think that it was a ridiculous scene the way they were just standing there glaring at each other and sending each other death threats silently in their minds. But if they had had that look of pure detest turned on them maybe they would think of it as a different matter. For after nearly five years of practice Harry, Hermione, Malfoy and Ron had perfected their death glares and looks of pure detest. You can see just how much Harry and Hermione liked Malfoy and how much Malfoy liked them. The chances of actually getting a compliment about each other were rarer then the chance of the dinosaurs coming back to life. And those chances are extremely slim to none sadly enough. Even in the wizarding world.
After getting over the shock of coming across each other Hermione finally made an observation that she should have made long before then. Malfoy was alone. Crabbe and Goyle were gone, yes gone meaning not with Malfoy in this case, and Malfoy was alone. Malfoy was bodyguard less.
Pity Ron wasn't here, thought Hermione wistfully, he would've liked to get the chance to beat the crap out of Malfoy.
"Oh Malfoy where are the boulders?" Hermione said in a sweet singsong voice, a smirk crossing her face.
Malfoy just continued glaring at her and Harry. His brain didn't seem to have registered what she had just said. Hermione always knew there was nothing but dust in his head. This was just even more proof that his brain was about the size of a grain of sand. It was probably buried beneath all that useless dust and those death threats that he would probably direct toward Harry and Hermione at any moment now.
"Hmm I seemed to have noticed that too. There's usually two big fat ugly boulders covering him halfway. But today I can see him fully. It's hurting my eyes to have to look at something so detesting. Thank god I have glasses. Perhaps they block a little bit of the ugliness." Harry said casually, glancing over at Hermione with a smirk.
"Harry I'm surprised the lenses of you're glasses haven't cracked having to look at something so horrible as him." Hermione said with mock surprise, meeting Harry's brilliant green eyes.
Oh god, why do I always have to drown in his eyes at a time like this, Hermione wondered. She reluctantly yanked her eyes away from his brilliant green ones trying to concentrate at the matter at hand.
Cold glaring gray blue eyes met hers. For the first time in a long time Hermione forced herself to look into those cold gray eyes. It made a shiver run down her spine, not in a pleasant way might I add, but a cold icy sort of way. They were full of darkness and coldness. It was almost like stepping into a ghost. You felt like you had just been submerged into icy cold water. There was no better way to put it.
Harry's eyes on the other hand were warm and a brilliant shade of emerald green. They were filled with warmth, concern, modesty, honesty and Hermione could go on forever and ever. Hermione had once wondered how a boy could grow up robbed of love and still come out to be a wonderful person like Harry. Maybe it was because Harry's parents had truly loved him as a little boy and had showered him with love, like a normal child should. Hermione on the other hand thought that she and Ron might have played a part. Perhaps she had played an even larger role.
Hermione blushed slightly at the thought of this. Imagine her, Hermione Granger, being able to reawaken and keep the love alive in the famous Harry Potter. It was quite absurd to think that but that's the way Hermione hoped it was.
"Just you and I Malfoy, one on one, right here." Harry's words reawakened Hermione out of her thoughts.
"You have Mudblood also." Malfoy sneered at her. He was trying to get out of it. He knew just as much as she did that Harry could do some damage to him. Hermione pulled out her wand and started toward him glaring. But Harry placed a gentle arm on her shoulder.
"It'll just be you and I Malfoy." He said not taking his eyes off Malfoy. Hermione reluctantly slipped her wand back into her pocket, though keeping her hand on it, just in case. She understood, just as Ron did, the need for Harry to defeat you-know-who and had let Harry go though she had desperately wanted to come with him. Each time Harry had come out fine, unconscious or beaten up badly, but fine.
Though Hermione didn't like the way Harry had come out the last time Harry had faced you-know-who. Harry had come out kind of in a trance. He hadn't defeated you-know-who, no it was far from that, if anything he had helped you-know-who come to power, though not on purpose. Hermione didn't know the whole story but being the clever person she was she had picked up pieces and clues and fitted them together to make a rough idea of what she thought might have happened. Harry had never told her what had happened that night when Cedric Diggory was killed and Harry nearly was also and you-know-who came back to power. But Hermione was sure that maybe one day the story would come out.
Hermione took one retreating step glaring at Malfoy. But if this was what she had to do to show Malfoy that he was nothing without his big boulders, then it would be worth it a thousand times over. She couldn't wait to see Malfoy's face after this little duel that was about to take place. Hermione was confident and had put her faith in Harry that he would wipe that stupid sneer and smirk off Malfoys face completely.
"Get him Harry." Hermione whispered ever so quietly.
The two started to circle each other. Their wands now were out. Hermione was glad to see that Malfoy's wand was shaking a little bit as a result of his slightly trembling hand. He was scared. Hermione would be scared too if she were Malfoy. The way Harry was looking at Malfoy was enough to scare the wits out of her. Harry was raging mad behind those green eyes. All he had to do was let it lose in his magic and then Malfoy would be done for.
Hermione's hand remained protectively on her wand in her pocket. One wrong move Draco Malfoy, one unfair play, and I'll be there in an instant with a thousand curses on my tongue, Hermione thought glaring at Malfoy who looked as if he might run for it. She wasn't going to let him sneak away. Not this time.
Harry raised his wand.
"Mr. Potter and Mr. Malfoy!" A stern voice cut through the angst that had built up in the corridor unknowingly. Malfoy had his wand back in his pocket in an instant. He was a stupid coward. Harry brought his wand down also, not taking his eyes off Malfoy. The raging anger was ceasing though in his eyes.
"I would think you two were much more mature then that." It was Professor McGonagall. Alleluia, Hermione was relieved it wasn't Snape. "Fifty points from Grifffendor, Potter. Ten points awarded to Slytherin." Snape would have probably said. At least McGonagall was fair, though she didn't favor Griffendor and she was very strict, but she was fair and that was good.
Hermione made her way into view walking over beside where Harry stood.
"You two boys should be ashamed of yourself. How immature you two are about to fire on one another. Don't even try me Mr. Malfoy I saw the way you two were circling each other and had your wands out. I've seen the beginnings of duels and fights before Mr. Malfoy. I know one when I see one."
That was certainly right on the money. Professor McGonagall could spot trouble faster then any teacher in Hogwarts.
"You had your wand raised Potter so I will have to take an extra ten points from Griffendor. That means twenty from Griffendor and ten from Slytherin. That should probably be enough to teach you two a lesson not to be so immature. If I ever catch you at it again, be warned Mr. Potter and Mr. Malfoy that I will take off at least fifty. Yes Mr. Potter and Ms. Granger from my very own house. Ms. Granger that goes for you too though I will not subtract any points since you were not involved, yet."
Hermione did not like the way Professor McGonagall had added the word "yet" At least she wasn't losing any points for Griffendor.
"Now be off." She said glaring at the three of them from behind her spectacles. Harry and Hermione took off without one last glance. Hermione caught a short glimpse of Malfoy walking away off into the other direction, thankfully.
The two comrades walked in silence down the corridor and out into another before Hermione thought they were perhaps finally out of earshot.
"It's a shame that McGonagall had to come in." Hermione said with a sly grin.
Harry chuckled at this and looked over at her with a twinkle in his eyes.
"Harry you don't have to be modest about it, I knew that you were about to do some damage to Malfoy."
Harry turned a little pink at this. He smiled brightly at her trying to hide the fact that he was blushing after such a compliment.
"Ron would've liked to see Malfoy beat up." Hermione said grinning at the thought of what Ron would've said. He would have been thrilled and perhaps if Hermione and Harry had told him right then and there, perhaps he wouldn't be so mad since they had just defeated Malfoy. But Professor McGonagall had come in and nothing had happened except for the fact that Malfoy had got away once more.
"Hermione I'm surprised at your behavior. You actually wanted to break the rules." Harry gasped in mock horror though the grin remained on his face.
"Sometimes it's worth it." She simply said. Harry nodded in agreement.
"Though there have been several occasions when…" Hermione began.
"Oh god, don't start now." Harry interrupted rolling his eyes jokingly.
Hermione looked a little hurt at this and Harry quickly was sorry he had said that, though he was in no mood for a lecture.
"Hey do you want to see the surprise or no." Harry said changing the subject.
"Surprise." Hermione said staring at Harry blankly for a moment before she realized what he was talking about.
"Oh right the surprise." Hermione said slapping herself on the forehead.
"How could I forget." Hermione said grinning up at him.
"Well it's right here."
Harry had stopped and Hermione did too. For a moment she thought that the surprise was he. But then she saw that Harry had bent down upon the ground and was taking something out of his cloak. He stood back up and Hermione saw that he had a folded up silvery blanket in his arms and his wand out.
"The invisibility cloak." Hermione said softly, recognizing the cloak that had got Harry, Hermione and Ron to several locations unseen. She remembered fondly the times when all three of them had piled under it closely together and walked through the halls or across the grounds at night.
Once she and Harry had even used it to go to the astronomy tower. That was way back in the first year and it was so very unromantic. They weren't exactly alone because they had a spitting, heavy, snarling, dragon in a large crate and they were lugging it up to the highest tower. But Hermione liked to think of it as a rare moment with just Harry. Even though Norbert had been extremely annoying and had done more then just get in the way.
"What are you planning on doing with that?" She asked sneakily.
Harry was looking at a statue that they had stopped at. He was trying to remember something and was rubbing his scar annoyingly.
"What was that again? Oh yeah." He muttered. Harry took his wand and said a string of syllables before the statue suddenly opened before her very eyes. Hermione's eyes widened, as a tunnel appeared; leading to somewhere into the darkness behind the wall and statue.
"I wasn't expecting that." Hermione whispered. Harry chuckled at her wide eyes and her surprised expression and grabbed her wrist. Before Hermione could protest Harry had pulled her into the tunnel that led to places unknown. There was a soft noise behind her and Hermione saw that the statue had closed, leaving them trapped in the tunnel.
"Harry." Hermione glanced around at her new surroundings and walked over to the cool stone walls of the tunnel, placing a hand on it letting the pleasant chill set through her.
"Yeah?" He was waiting for her reaction.
"It's very nice down here. But, uh, what exactly are we doing here?" Hermione said giving the wall of the tunnel one final examination before walking over to Harry.
"We're just here to look at the nice pretty walls of the tunnel." Harry said sarcastically.
"Oh."
"Hermione I'm not that dull." Harry said laughing a little bit.
"I wasn't too sure about that." Hermione laughed also.
"You know this leads to somewhere like all tunnels usually do." Harry said starting to walk down the shadowy tunnel his footsteps echoing slightly in the emptiness.
"So where does this one lead too?" Hermione asked softly. She came up quietly beside him looking up at him. You could hear Harry's noisy footsteps echoing and Hermione's delicate, quiet footsteps echoing very softly just a little bit after each of his steps.
There was a long pause before Harry finally answered.
"Where all of them lead too." Harry answered softly. His hand joined hers down by her side and Hermione felt warmth run through her fingertips and up through her hand and entire arm. She couldn't help but notice that this was rather romantic. Just her and Harry walking along in a dark tunnel, talking softly together, and holding hands.
Suddenly he stopped. Hermione jerked back and looked at him. She met his gaze and stepped in front of him.
"And that would be…" She whispered just loudly enough so Harry could hear.
"Right about here."
He leaned forward and took her face gently in his hands. He brought her lips to his and kissed her lightly. Their lips lingered together lightly for a second before Hermione reached up and placing her arms around him dragged him closer to her. Their lips pressed against each other fiercely.
Hermione smiled inwardly. This was how she had always imagined it, just she and Harry kissing fiercely in the shadowy halls of a tunnel. Well, maybe not in a tunnel.
Hermione reached up running her hand through his untidy raven colored hair. She could vaguely feel Harry stroking her hair very gently. Oh how she loved him. Nothing could be better then this, nothing. Her other hand stroked his cheek as she continued the connection between their lips.
No one was there. They had all the time in the world. There was no risk of anyone finding out about them. They were alone and were able to show each other how much they cared for each other without anyone knowing. Alone in a tunnel, that's the way Hermione wished they could stay.
She drew away for breath and let her head sidle down onto his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around her holding her close. She let herself rest there in Harry's arms not for the first time, content and happy in his presence. She heard him sigh and he rested his chin lightly upon her head. Perhaps he was just as happy as she. Hermione hoped so, because if he didn't he was going to have a hard time getting rid of her. She would not go easily. She grinned letting her eyes close.
"Never let go of me." She mumbled softly.
"I won't." He whispered into the darkness.
And there they stood together. Two young fifteen-year-olds discovering what love felt like for the first time.
(Okay so maybe that was gay. I know other people have probably had the very same idea as me. But first of all I never read it and well I just thought of this and well once I think of something. Usually I can't stop myself. Whatever is in my head I just type. Please Read and Review. Thanks HazelMist)
Chapter 7
"Potter. Granger." Malfoy said his face screwing up as if it made him sick to his stomach just to say those two words. His eyes narrowed and his mouth curled into a sneer. A pure look of detest, that was closely mirrored by Harry and Hermione, appeared on his face.
One would think that it was a ridiculous scene the way they were just standing there glaring at each other and sending each other death threats silently in their minds. But if they had had that look of pure detest turned on them maybe they would think of it as a different matter. For after nearly five years of practice Harry, Hermione, Malfoy and Ron had perfected their death glares and looks of pure detest. You can see just how much Harry and Hermione liked Malfoy and how much Malfoy liked them. The chances of actually getting a compliment about each other were rarer then the chance of the dinosaurs coming back to life. And those chances are extremely slim to none sadly enough. Even in the wizarding world.
After getting over the shock of coming across each other Hermione finally made an observation that she should have made long before then. Malfoy was alone. Crabbe and Goyle were gone, yes gone meaning not with Malfoy in this case, and Malfoy was alone. Malfoy was bodyguard less.
Pity Ron wasn't here, thought Hermione wistfully, he would've liked to get the chance to beat the crap out of Malfoy.
"Oh Malfoy where are the boulders?" Hermione said in a sweet singsong voice, a smirk crossing her face.
Malfoy just continued glaring at her and Harry. His brain didn't seem to have registered what she had just said. Hermione always knew there was nothing but dust in his head. This was just even more proof that his brain was about the size of a grain of sand. It was probably buried beneath all that useless dust and those death threats that he would probably direct toward Harry and Hermione at any moment now.
"Hmm I seemed to have noticed that too. There's usually two big fat ugly boulders covering him halfway. But today I can see him fully. It's hurting my eyes to have to look at something so detesting. Thank god I have glasses. Perhaps they block a little bit of the ugliness." Harry said casually, glancing over at Hermione with a smirk.
"Harry I'm surprised the lenses of you're glasses haven't cracked having to look at something so horrible as him." Hermione said with mock surprise, meeting Harry's brilliant green eyes.
Oh god, why do I always have to drown in his eyes at a time like this, Hermione wondered. She reluctantly yanked her eyes away from his brilliant green ones trying to concentrate at the matter at hand.
Cold glaring gray blue eyes met hers. For the first time in a long time Hermione forced herself to look into those cold gray eyes. It made a shiver run down her spine, not in a pleasant way might I add, but a cold icy sort of way. They were full of darkness and coldness. It was almost like stepping into a ghost. You felt like you had just been submerged into icy cold water. There was no better way to put it.
Harry's eyes on the other hand were warm and a brilliant shade of emerald green. They were filled with warmth, concern, modesty, honesty and Hermione could go on forever and ever. Hermione had once wondered how a boy could grow up robbed of love and still come out to be a wonderful person like Harry. Maybe it was because Harry's parents had truly loved him as a little boy and had showered him with love, like a normal child should. Hermione on the other hand thought that she and Ron might have played a part. Perhaps she had played an even larger role.
Hermione blushed slightly at the thought of this. Imagine her, Hermione Granger, being able to reawaken and keep the love alive in the famous Harry Potter. It was quite absurd to think that but that's the way Hermione hoped it was.
"Just you and I Malfoy, one on one, right here." Harry's words reawakened Hermione out of her thoughts.
"You have Mudblood also." Malfoy sneered at her. He was trying to get out of it. He knew just as much as she did that Harry could do some damage to him. Hermione pulled out her wand and started toward him glaring. But Harry placed a gentle arm on her shoulder.
"It'll just be you and I Malfoy." He said not taking his eyes off Malfoy. Hermione reluctantly slipped her wand back into her pocket, though keeping her hand on it, just in case. She understood, just as Ron did, the need for Harry to defeat you-know-who and had let Harry go though she had desperately wanted to come with him. Each time Harry had come out fine, unconscious or beaten up badly, but fine.
Though Hermione didn't like the way Harry had come out the last time Harry had faced you-know-who. Harry had come out kind of in a trance. He hadn't defeated you-know-who, no it was far from that, if anything he had helped you-know-who come to power, though not on purpose. Hermione didn't know the whole story but being the clever person she was she had picked up pieces and clues and fitted them together to make a rough idea of what she thought might have happened. Harry had never told her what had happened that night when Cedric Diggory was killed and Harry nearly was also and you-know-who came back to power. But Hermione was sure that maybe one day the story would come out.
Hermione took one retreating step glaring at Malfoy. But if this was what she had to do to show Malfoy that he was nothing without his big boulders, then it would be worth it a thousand times over. She couldn't wait to see Malfoy's face after this little duel that was about to take place. Hermione was confident and had put her faith in Harry that he would wipe that stupid sneer and smirk off Malfoys face completely.
"Get him Harry." Hermione whispered ever so quietly.
The two started to circle each other. Their wands now were out. Hermione was glad to see that Malfoy's wand was shaking a little bit as a result of his slightly trembling hand. He was scared. Hermione would be scared too if she were Malfoy. The way Harry was looking at Malfoy was enough to scare the wits out of her. Harry was raging mad behind those green eyes. All he had to do was let it lose in his magic and then Malfoy would be done for.
Hermione's hand remained protectively on her wand in her pocket. One wrong move Draco Malfoy, one unfair play, and I'll be there in an instant with a thousand curses on my tongue, Hermione thought glaring at Malfoy who looked as if he might run for it. She wasn't going to let him sneak away. Not this time.
Harry raised his wand.
"Mr. Potter and Mr. Malfoy!" A stern voice cut through the angst that had built up in the corridor unknowingly. Malfoy had his wand back in his pocket in an instant. He was a stupid coward. Harry brought his wand down also, not taking his eyes off Malfoy. The raging anger was ceasing though in his eyes.
"I would think you two were much more mature then that." It was Professor McGonagall. Alleluia, Hermione was relieved it wasn't Snape. "Fifty points from Grifffendor, Potter. Ten points awarded to Slytherin." Snape would have probably said. At least McGonagall was fair, though she didn't favor Griffendor and she was very strict, but she was fair and that was good.
Hermione made her way into view walking over beside where Harry stood.
"You two boys should be ashamed of yourself. How immature you two are about to fire on one another. Don't even try me Mr. Malfoy I saw the way you two were circling each other and had your wands out. I've seen the beginnings of duels and fights before Mr. Malfoy. I know one when I see one."
That was certainly right on the money. Professor McGonagall could spot trouble faster then any teacher in Hogwarts.
"You had your wand raised Potter so I will have to take an extra ten points from Griffendor. That means twenty from Griffendor and ten from Slytherin. That should probably be enough to teach you two a lesson not to be so immature. If I ever catch you at it again, be warned Mr. Potter and Mr. Malfoy that I will take off at least fifty. Yes Mr. Potter and Ms. Granger from my very own house. Ms. Granger that goes for you too though I will not subtract any points since you were not involved, yet."
Hermione did not like the way Professor McGonagall had added the word "yet" At least she wasn't losing any points for Griffendor.
"Now be off." She said glaring at the three of them from behind her spectacles. Harry and Hermione took off without one last glance. Hermione caught a short glimpse of Malfoy walking away off into the other direction, thankfully.
The two comrades walked in silence down the corridor and out into another before Hermione thought they were perhaps finally out of earshot.
"It's a shame that McGonagall had to come in." Hermione said with a sly grin.
Harry chuckled at this and looked over at her with a twinkle in his eyes.
"Harry you don't have to be modest about it, I knew that you were about to do some damage to Malfoy."
Harry turned a little pink at this. He smiled brightly at her trying to hide the fact that he was blushing after such a compliment.
"Ron would've liked to see Malfoy beat up." Hermione said grinning at the thought of what Ron would've said. He would have been thrilled and perhaps if Hermione and Harry had told him right then and there, perhaps he wouldn't be so mad since they had just defeated Malfoy. But Professor McGonagall had come in and nothing had happened except for the fact that Malfoy had got away once more.
"Hermione I'm surprised at your behavior. You actually wanted to break the rules." Harry gasped in mock horror though the grin remained on his face.
"Sometimes it's worth it." She simply said. Harry nodded in agreement.
"Though there have been several occasions when…" Hermione began.
"Oh god, don't start now." Harry interrupted rolling his eyes jokingly.
Hermione looked a little hurt at this and Harry quickly was sorry he had said that, though he was in no mood for a lecture.
"Hey do you want to see the surprise or no." Harry said changing the subject.
"Surprise." Hermione said staring at Harry blankly for a moment before she realized what he was talking about.
"Oh right the surprise." Hermione said slapping herself on the forehead.
"How could I forget." Hermione said grinning up at him.
"Well it's right here."
Harry had stopped and Hermione did too. For a moment she thought that the surprise was he. But then she saw that Harry had bent down upon the ground and was taking something out of his cloak. He stood back up and Hermione saw that he had a folded up silvery blanket in his arms and his wand out.
"The invisibility cloak." Hermione said softly, recognizing the cloak that had got Harry, Hermione and Ron to several locations unseen. She remembered fondly the times when all three of them had piled under it closely together and walked through the halls or across the grounds at night.
Once she and Harry had even used it to go to the astronomy tower. That was way back in the first year and it was so very unromantic. They weren't exactly alone because they had a spitting, heavy, snarling, dragon in a large crate and they were lugging it up to the highest tower. But Hermione liked to think of it as a rare moment with just Harry. Even though Norbert had been extremely annoying and had done more then just get in the way.
"What are you planning on doing with that?" She asked sneakily.
Harry was looking at a statue that they had stopped at. He was trying to remember something and was rubbing his scar annoyingly.
"What was that again? Oh yeah." He muttered. Harry took his wand and said a string of syllables before the statue suddenly opened before her very eyes. Hermione's eyes widened, as a tunnel appeared; leading to somewhere into the darkness behind the wall and statue.
"I wasn't expecting that." Hermione whispered. Harry chuckled at her wide eyes and her surprised expression and grabbed her wrist. Before Hermione could protest Harry had pulled her into the tunnel that led to places unknown. There was a soft noise behind her and Hermione saw that the statue had closed, leaving them trapped in the tunnel.
"Harry." Hermione glanced around at her new surroundings and walked over to the cool stone walls of the tunnel, placing a hand on it letting the pleasant chill set through her.
"Yeah?" He was waiting for her reaction.
"It's very nice down here. But, uh, what exactly are we doing here?" Hermione said giving the wall of the tunnel one final examination before walking over to Harry.
"We're just here to look at the nice pretty walls of the tunnel." Harry said sarcastically.
"Oh."
"Hermione I'm not that dull." Harry said laughing a little bit.
"I wasn't too sure about that." Hermione laughed also.
"You know this leads to somewhere like all tunnels usually do." Harry said starting to walk down the shadowy tunnel his footsteps echoing slightly in the emptiness.
"So where does this one lead too?" Hermione asked softly. She came up quietly beside him looking up at him. You could hear Harry's noisy footsteps echoing and Hermione's delicate, quiet footsteps echoing very softly just a little bit after each of his steps.
There was a long pause before Harry finally answered.
"Where all of them lead too." Harry answered softly. His hand joined hers down by her side and Hermione felt warmth run through her fingertips and up through her hand and entire arm. She couldn't help but notice that this was rather romantic. Just her and Harry walking along in a dark tunnel, talking softly together, and holding hands.
Suddenly he stopped. Hermione jerked back and looked at him. She met his gaze and stepped in front of him.
"And that would be…" She whispered just loudly enough so Harry could hear.
"Right about here."
He leaned forward and took her face gently in his hands. He brought her lips to his and kissed her lightly. Their lips lingered together lightly for a second before Hermione reached up and placing her arms around him dragged him closer to her. Their lips pressed against each other fiercely.
Hermione smiled inwardly. This was how she had always imagined it, just she and Harry kissing fiercely in the shadowy halls of a tunnel. Well, maybe not in a tunnel.
Hermione reached up running her hand through his untidy raven colored hair. She could vaguely feel Harry stroking her hair very gently. Oh how she loved him. Nothing could be better then this, nothing. Her other hand stroked his cheek as she continued the connection between their lips.
No one was there. They had all the time in the world. There was no risk of anyone finding out about them. They were alone and were able to show each other how much they cared for each other without anyone knowing. Alone in a tunnel, that's the way Hermione wished they could stay.
She drew away for breath and let her head sidle down onto his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around her holding her close. She let herself rest there in Harry's arms not for the first time, content and happy in his presence. She heard him sigh and he rested his chin lightly upon her head. Perhaps he was just as happy as she. Hermione hoped so, because if he didn't he was going to have a hard time getting rid of her. She would not go easily. She grinned letting her eyes close.
"Never let go of me." She mumbled softly.
"I won't." He whispered into the darkness.
And there they stood together. Two young fifteen-year-olds discovering what love felt like for the first time.
(Okay so maybe that was gay. I know other people have probably had the very same idea as me. But first of all I never read it and well I just thought of this and well once I think of something. Usually I can't stop myself. Whatever is in my head I just type. Please Read and Review. Thanks HazelMist)