A/N: This will by my next to last easy going chapter. Then this story is going to start earning it's NC-17 rating. Please review. I have a whole 8 reviews now. I need more. Now. Please?
Chapter 13
Hermoine decided that it was best to wait till morning to talk to Harry. Because she
knew he was tired, and because she wanted to work out what exactly she wanted to say.
She told Michelle her plan to wait till the next day, but then Michelle reminded her that the
match against Slytherin was tomorrow. Hermoine said she didn't care, that it couldn't wait
another day. Secretly she knew if she waited another day, she might lose her nerve. So
the plan was set. As soon as lunch break began the next day, Hermoine would find Harry
and take him somewhere and tell him.
Hermoine didn't sleep a wink that night. Around 4:30 in the morning, she finally gave up
trying to sleep and went down to the common room.
Little did she know, she wasn't the only one who couldn't sleep that night.
Ron laid awake in his bed, unable to sleep. Ironically it was the same reason that
Hermoine couldn't sleep, but with far different consequences.
You see the reason Ron couldn't sleep is because he had decided to tell Michelle that he liked her and wanted to go to the ball with her, and he was too anxious to sleep. So after tossing and turning till 4:30 in the morning, Ron finally decided he would go down to the common room.
Ron entered the common room and was suprised that he wasn't the only one with sleep
problems that night.
Hermoine was sitting in a chair by the fire. Just staring off into space.
"What are u doing up?" Ron asked, making Hermoine jump three feet in the air from
shock.
"Whoa, calm down Hermoine, it's just me." Ron said soothingly.
"Oh Ron. You scared me to death." Hermoine said breathing hard.
"Sorry about that." Ron said sitting down opposite of her.
"So why are u up?" Ron asked her again.
"Can't sleep. What about you?" Hermoine asked.
"Can't sleep either. Why can't you sleep?" Ron asked her.
"Why can't you?" Hermoine returned the question, hoping that she didn't have to answer.
"I asked first." Ron replied with a smile.
"Well I just have things on my mind." Hermoine said
"OK. So what about Harry?" Ron said knowingly.
"What makes you think it's Harry?" Hermoine asked.
"Come on now Hermoine. Let's just skip all the bullshit and get to the point. Why is Harry
making it where you can't sleep. And I don't mean that in a good way either." Ron said
with a smile.
"OK. OK. If you must know.........."
Hermoine preceded to tell Ron what had happened.
........And tomorrow I'm going to tell him how I feel." Hermoine told Ron.
Ron sat in silence for a minute, then said, "Well it's about damn time someone did
something between the two of you."
Hermoine just laughed. Then Ron joined in.
After a few minutes of a much needed laugh the two friends were quiet.
"So why can't you sleep?" Hermoine asked Ron suddenly.
"Umm no reason." Ron said clearly not wanting to answer the question.
"Oh come on Ron. you can tell me." Hermoine said
"Well if you must know IamplanningonaskingMichelletotheend-of-termdancetomorrow."
Ron said this rather rushed and his face was as red as his hair when he was done.
Hermoine just smiled and said, "Well it's about time Ron."
The two friends didn't realize that it was now 6:00, and once Hermoine looked at the
clock she suggested that it was time for both of them to get ready for school, and maybe
get an early breakfast.
The two friends parted ways and began to get ready for a big day for the both of them.
*******
Hermoine had never wanted time to go slower, yet go fast in her life. On one hand she
was really nervous and wished that there was another way to tell Harry, but on the other
hand, she was really looking forward to when this would be over.
of course since Hermoine didn't really want the time to go fast, it flew, and before she
knew it, the bell rang for lunch. This meant two things. First, she had to go tell Harry now.
And secondly, school was out the rest of the day for the Quidditch match.
(A/N: I don't know if they do this or not, but they are in my story.)
Hermoine found that finding Harry was harder than she thought it was going to be. She
looked everywhere. In the Great Hall. In the common room. In his dormitories. She even
checked in the library. She finally decided to give up and just hope to see him in the halls
or something, then she got a thought. She walked, no ran was more like it to the
Quidditch field. And sure enough there was Harry. Just sitting in the stands, staring at the
field.
Hermoine stopped and got her breath. Then worked up her courage.
Once she got up the nerve she marched herself straight up to Harry and sat down beside
him.
"What are u doing out here?" Hermoine asked him.
"Just thinking." Harry replied.
"About what?" Hermoine asked.
"You know I remember when one of the biggest things I had to worry about was
Quidditch. Now it really just doesn't matter anymore." Harry said
Hermoine wasn't really shocked by this statement. After all if she had been through the
things that Harry had been through, Quidditch probably wouldn't have mattered to her
either.
"I have to talk to you Harry." Hermoine said out of no where.
"About what?" Harry asked softly.
"About my this whole thing between you and me."
Harry started to say something, but she interrupted him, "No, just listen Harry."
Once she was satisfied Harry wasn't going to say anything. She began:
"Harry we have been friends for over 7 years. And in the time we have been friends, I have
gotten to know everything there is to know about you. I know your pains, I know your
loves. I know the things that bother you and the things that make you happy. I know how
you worry more for your friends than you do about yourself, and I have also learned that
in the end, you will always stand by your friends." Hermoine paused to work up the
courage for what she had to say next,
"Harry. The real reason I wanted to talk to you is to tell you one simple thing." She
paused again. "Harry, I Love You."
There was a long long pause after Hermoine said this in which it seemed as the entire
world held it's breath.
Then Harry finally had a reaction to what Hermoine had said, but it wasn't with words. He
began to cry. Silent tears were slowly streaming down his face.
Hermoine was more than confused by this.
"Why are you crying Harry?"
This was not the reaction she had expected.
Harry didn't say anything.
"Harry why are you crying?" Hermoine said a little more forceful.
Harry finally said something, "Because now I know that I'm screwed. Now that I know
you love me, there is nothing I can do to stop this. I can't hold myself back. I love you,
and I know that if you love me too I can't stop myself from wanting you."
Hermoine's heart leapt at this statement, but something was holding her back from just
grabbing Harry and kissing him, the tears that were still streaming down her face.
"Then why are you crying?" Hermoine asked again.
"Because now I know that all the fears I have about you are possible. All the fear I have of
losing you is true. I can lose you. Right now this instant. You could die. You could be
captured, you could be used against me. But I know that no matter what I do. I can't stop
myself from loving you."
Harry turned to face her then. He still had tears streaming down his face, but a slight smile
played on the ends of his lips. It wasn't a real smile, not yet, but it was a start.
Hermoine reached up and wiped his cheeks softly. Their eyes locked and like magnets
moved toward each other.
Their lips met in a glorious kiss.
Inside Hermoine it was an emotional release. It was like all the pain she had ever felt
in her life just disappeared and was replaced by extacy.
To Harry this was the most glorious feeling he had ever had. It was a mix of emotions. It
was the best thing that had even happened to him, but it was also the worst. Because he
knew now that no matter what happened, he would give his life for this girl.
The two pair of lips separated and stared into each other's eyes.
A voice suddenly split the silence, "Well it's about damned time."
Harry and Hermoine both looked to find James standing there. With Ron and Michelle
standing behind him holding hands.
Harry just smiled a small smile and turned back to Hermoine. Just as Hermoine was
turning back to him.
"Hey you two might wanna break this things up, because the whole school is coming. You
know, that big Quidditch match you have in about, oh say, 20 minutes?" James said.
"Oh yea, that." Harry said.
He looked back to Hermoine.
"I have to go get my broom, and then go to the locker room to change." Harry said.
"Allright." Hermoine said with a small smile.
Harry got up and left, just as it seemed the entire school was walking down the steps
toward him.
Once Harry had reached the school he found that most of the school had in fact been
going down to the Quidditch match. Because the halls were pretty much empty. Once
Harry got his broom from his dormitories, he walked back down to the Quidditch dressing
room.
He was almost there when he noticed something small running away from the little hut
where the Quidditch things were kept.
Even though the match was 15 minutes away, there was just something that made him stop and investigate.
He followed the small thing until he saw that it was a small rat.
Harry began running at this point. He knew that there was almost no chance that this rat
was the one he really wanted to find, but he just had to see.
He fired a curse at it, a freezing curse, and by some miracle, or it was pretty much just the
fact that Harry was just that good, it hit the small rat, stopping it dead.
He walked up and saw the greatest sight he had ever seen. The rat had a metallic paw.
Harry could have jumped for joy, but instead he picked up the rat and ran as fast as he
could to Dumbledore's office.
Harry practically screamed "Cockroach Cluster"
Once the door opened he ran in to find Dumbledore sitting at his desk reading a book.
"yes Harry" Dumbledore said with a smile.
"Look at what I found Albus." Harry said holding out the rat.
"Is that who I think it is?" Dumbledore said with a look of hopefulness in his eyes.
"Well there is only one way to know." Harry said.
He threw the rat to the floor and said, "on three Albus?"
Dumbledore nodded
"Allright, One, Two...THREE" Harry screamed.
A bright blue light erupted from both wands and hit the rat.
And a second later, sure enough, there, laying on the floor, was Petter Pettigrew.
Chapter 13
Hermoine decided that it was best to wait till morning to talk to Harry. Because she
knew he was tired, and because she wanted to work out what exactly she wanted to say.
She told Michelle her plan to wait till the next day, but then Michelle reminded her that the
match against Slytherin was tomorrow. Hermoine said she didn't care, that it couldn't wait
another day. Secretly she knew if she waited another day, she might lose her nerve. So
the plan was set. As soon as lunch break began the next day, Hermoine would find Harry
and take him somewhere and tell him.
Hermoine didn't sleep a wink that night. Around 4:30 in the morning, she finally gave up
trying to sleep and went down to the common room.
Little did she know, she wasn't the only one who couldn't sleep that night.
Ron laid awake in his bed, unable to sleep. Ironically it was the same reason that
Hermoine couldn't sleep, but with far different consequences.
You see the reason Ron couldn't sleep is because he had decided to tell Michelle that he liked her and wanted to go to the ball with her, and he was too anxious to sleep. So after tossing and turning till 4:30 in the morning, Ron finally decided he would go down to the common room.
Ron entered the common room and was suprised that he wasn't the only one with sleep
problems that night.
Hermoine was sitting in a chair by the fire. Just staring off into space.
"What are u doing up?" Ron asked, making Hermoine jump three feet in the air from
shock.
"Whoa, calm down Hermoine, it's just me." Ron said soothingly.
"Oh Ron. You scared me to death." Hermoine said breathing hard.
"Sorry about that." Ron said sitting down opposite of her.
"So why are u up?" Ron asked her again.
"Can't sleep. What about you?" Hermoine asked.
"Can't sleep either. Why can't you sleep?" Ron asked her.
"Why can't you?" Hermoine returned the question, hoping that she didn't have to answer.
"I asked first." Ron replied with a smile.
"Well I just have things on my mind." Hermoine said
"OK. So what about Harry?" Ron said knowingly.
"What makes you think it's Harry?" Hermoine asked.
"Come on now Hermoine. Let's just skip all the bullshit and get to the point. Why is Harry
making it where you can't sleep. And I don't mean that in a good way either." Ron said
with a smile.
"OK. OK. If you must know.........."
Hermoine preceded to tell Ron what had happened.
........And tomorrow I'm going to tell him how I feel." Hermoine told Ron.
Ron sat in silence for a minute, then said, "Well it's about damn time someone did
something between the two of you."
Hermoine just laughed. Then Ron joined in.
After a few minutes of a much needed laugh the two friends were quiet.
"So why can't you sleep?" Hermoine asked Ron suddenly.
"Umm no reason." Ron said clearly not wanting to answer the question.
"Oh come on Ron. you can tell me." Hermoine said
"Well if you must know IamplanningonaskingMichelletotheend-of-termdancetomorrow."
Ron said this rather rushed and his face was as red as his hair when he was done.
Hermoine just smiled and said, "Well it's about time Ron."
The two friends didn't realize that it was now 6:00, and once Hermoine looked at the
clock she suggested that it was time for both of them to get ready for school, and maybe
get an early breakfast.
The two friends parted ways and began to get ready for a big day for the both of them.
*******
Hermoine had never wanted time to go slower, yet go fast in her life. On one hand she
was really nervous and wished that there was another way to tell Harry, but on the other
hand, she was really looking forward to when this would be over.
of course since Hermoine didn't really want the time to go fast, it flew, and before she
knew it, the bell rang for lunch. This meant two things. First, she had to go tell Harry now.
And secondly, school was out the rest of the day for the Quidditch match.
(A/N: I don't know if they do this or not, but they are in my story.)
Hermoine found that finding Harry was harder than she thought it was going to be. She
looked everywhere. In the Great Hall. In the common room. In his dormitories. She even
checked in the library. She finally decided to give up and just hope to see him in the halls
or something, then she got a thought. She walked, no ran was more like it to the
Quidditch field. And sure enough there was Harry. Just sitting in the stands, staring at the
field.
Hermoine stopped and got her breath. Then worked up her courage.
Once she got up the nerve she marched herself straight up to Harry and sat down beside
him.
"What are u doing out here?" Hermoine asked him.
"Just thinking." Harry replied.
"About what?" Hermoine asked.
"You know I remember when one of the biggest things I had to worry about was
Quidditch. Now it really just doesn't matter anymore." Harry said
Hermoine wasn't really shocked by this statement. After all if she had been through the
things that Harry had been through, Quidditch probably wouldn't have mattered to her
either.
"I have to talk to you Harry." Hermoine said out of no where.
"About what?" Harry asked softly.
"About my this whole thing between you and me."
Harry started to say something, but she interrupted him, "No, just listen Harry."
Once she was satisfied Harry wasn't going to say anything. She began:
"Harry we have been friends for over 7 years. And in the time we have been friends, I have
gotten to know everything there is to know about you. I know your pains, I know your
loves. I know the things that bother you and the things that make you happy. I know how
you worry more for your friends than you do about yourself, and I have also learned that
in the end, you will always stand by your friends." Hermoine paused to work up the
courage for what she had to say next,
"Harry. The real reason I wanted to talk to you is to tell you one simple thing." She
paused again. "Harry, I Love You."
There was a long long pause after Hermoine said this in which it seemed as the entire
world held it's breath.
Then Harry finally had a reaction to what Hermoine had said, but it wasn't with words. He
began to cry. Silent tears were slowly streaming down his face.
Hermoine was more than confused by this.
"Why are you crying Harry?"
This was not the reaction she had expected.
Harry didn't say anything.
"Harry why are you crying?" Hermoine said a little more forceful.
Harry finally said something, "Because now I know that I'm screwed. Now that I know
you love me, there is nothing I can do to stop this. I can't hold myself back. I love you,
and I know that if you love me too I can't stop myself from wanting you."
Hermoine's heart leapt at this statement, but something was holding her back from just
grabbing Harry and kissing him, the tears that were still streaming down her face.
"Then why are you crying?" Hermoine asked again.
"Because now I know that all the fears I have about you are possible. All the fear I have of
losing you is true. I can lose you. Right now this instant. You could die. You could be
captured, you could be used against me. But I know that no matter what I do. I can't stop
myself from loving you."
Harry turned to face her then. He still had tears streaming down his face, but a slight smile
played on the ends of his lips. It wasn't a real smile, not yet, but it was a start.
Hermoine reached up and wiped his cheeks softly. Their eyes locked and like magnets
moved toward each other.
Their lips met in a glorious kiss.
Inside Hermoine it was an emotional release. It was like all the pain she had ever felt
in her life just disappeared and was replaced by extacy.
To Harry this was the most glorious feeling he had ever had. It was a mix of emotions. It
was the best thing that had even happened to him, but it was also the worst. Because he
knew now that no matter what happened, he would give his life for this girl.
The two pair of lips separated and stared into each other's eyes.
A voice suddenly split the silence, "Well it's about damned time."
Harry and Hermoine both looked to find James standing there. With Ron and Michelle
standing behind him holding hands.
Harry just smiled a small smile and turned back to Hermoine. Just as Hermoine was
turning back to him.
"Hey you two might wanna break this things up, because the whole school is coming. You
know, that big Quidditch match you have in about, oh say, 20 minutes?" James said.
"Oh yea, that." Harry said.
He looked back to Hermoine.
"I have to go get my broom, and then go to the locker room to change." Harry said.
"Allright." Hermoine said with a small smile.
Harry got up and left, just as it seemed the entire school was walking down the steps
toward him.
Once Harry had reached the school he found that most of the school had in fact been
going down to the Quidditch match. Because the halls were pretty much empty. Once
Harry got his broom from his dormitories, he walked back down to the Quidditch dressing
room.
He was almost there when he noticed something small running away from the little hut
where the Quidditch things were kept.
Even though the match was 15 minutes away, there was just something that made him stop and investigate.
He followed the small thing until he saw that it was a small rat.
Harry began running at this point. He knew that there was almost no chance that this rat
was the one he really wanted to find, but he just had to see.
He fired a curse at it, a freezing curse, and by some miracle, or it was pretty much just the
fact that Harry was just that good, it hit the small rat, stopping it dead.
He walked up and saw the greatest sight he had ever seen. The rat had a metallic paw.
Harry could have jumped for joy, but instead he picked up the rat and ran as fast as he
could to Dumbledore's office.
Harry practically screamed "Cockroach Cluster"
Once the door opened he ran in to find Dumbledore sitting at his desk reading a book.
"yes Harry" Dumbledore said with a smile.
"Look at what I found Albus." Harry said holding out the rat.
"Is that who I think it is?" Dumbledore said with a look of hopefulness in his eyes.
"Well there is only one way to know." Harry said.
He threw the rat to the floor and said, "on three Albus?"
Dumbledore nodded
"Allright, One, Two...THREE" Harry screamed.
A bright blue light erupted from both wands and hit the rat.
And a second later, sure enough, there, laying on the floor, was Petter Pettigrew.