Harry and Hermione were sat in The Three Broomsticks sipping their
Butterbeer in silence. Even though they loved spending time together, Ron's
presence was sorely missed today. They'd had a great morning walking round
hand in hand, being a couple, but right now they were both missing their
best friend.
"Do you think we should apologise to him?" Hermione asked Harry quietly, she knew Harry would guess she was referring to Ron.
"Yeah, I suppose we've been a bit caught up in each other haven't we?" Harry replied sheepishly. At that moment, a noisy group of boys walked through the door and threw themselves down at a table in the corner opposite Harry and Hermione.
"I guess now is a good a time as any," Harry said as he got up and walked over to where the group was sat.
"Ron?" Harry asked, "Can we have a word?"
"Oh so now you want to talk to me?" Ron replied angrily. At the look on Harry's face as he said this, Ron was already sorry for speaking that way to Harry. He got up from the table and walked with Harry back to Hermione. He sat down next to her, as Harry sat down on the other side.
"Look, we wanted to say we're sorry for." Hermione began, but Ron held up his hand to silence her.
"I don't want you to be sorry for liking each other," Ron said genuinely, "I should be happy for you." Ron looked from Hermione to Harry as he said this, waiting for them to say something. Harry grabbed Ron around the shoulders and pulled him up to hug him.
"Arghh, get off me!" Ron said with a grin. No more was needed to be said; the three friends understood each other, and as Harry ordered 3 more Butterbeers Ron chatted to Hermione about their plans for the evening.
"I'm not sure where we're staying yet," Hermione was saying timidly. Ron didn't need to ask anymore, he knew what was on both their minds right now, hell; it was on his mind constantly! After an hour Ron left them to it, but not before arranging that they'd meet up in 'The Dragon's Diner' later for their evening meal. This was where most of the 5th years were staying, since there were plenty of rooms above the restaurant.
Harry walked with Hermione to the edge of the village, where he'd heard of a romantic spot by the lake where they could go to and sit. Hermione hasn't said much on their walk to the lake, and Harry guessed what was on her mind.
"Hermione." he began, looking at her as she sat next to him on the grass. She looked up at him, he eyes full of tears. Harry's heart felt it would break at the sight of the girl he loved in tears. 'He loved?' Was he truly in love with her?
"What's wrong?" Harry asked her, his voice full of concern. Hermione couldn't find the words to express how she was feeling: Scared? Excited? Nervous? Her eyes continued to well up with tears as Harry bent down to kiss them away.
"I'm sorry," she sobbed, "I don't even know why I'm crying..." she couldn't finish her sentence as more tears escaped her eyes and ran down her cheeks.
"I do," Harry replied, looking lovingly down at her, "and I don't want to think I'd expect you to do anything you didn't want to do," he added, seeing her face full of panic. Hermione reached up and pulled Harry's face down to hers; their foreheads were touching as Hermione whispered two simple words into Harry's ear,
"Thank you."
A group of about 20 smiling faces greeted Harry and Hermione as they sat down to dinner in the restaurant. Ron beamed at both of them as he made room for them next to him. Ron was feeling more cherry now that Lavender was paying him more attention. She seemed to have stopping giving him the silent treatment and was talking easily with him again. Maybe there was hope for them yet. The group of 5th years spent a lively few hours together, sharing jokes and stories about their day, and at last, as they clock was chiming midnight, the owner came to give them all they room keys. Harry had booked a room, but Hermione had no idea if she was included in it. As the owner handed Harry as key, Ron gave a sly grin to Harry as he made his way up to his own room. Harry and Hermione were the only two left at the table, and by this time Hermione's stomach was twisted up in knots. She remembered Harry's words from earlier, which gave her some comfort. She was only 15 and no way near ready for what she knew was on Harry's mind. Harry took her hand and led her up the two flights of stairs. He stopped outside room 11 and turned to look at Hermione.
"I hope you don't mind the room I chose," he said to her as he opened the door for her to see.
Two single beds were placed on one side of room, with a small dressing table on the other wall, accompanied by a large old-fashioned wardrobe.
"Oh Harry!" she cried and flung her arms round his neck, as he closed the door behind them.
"Hey, steady on!" Harry laughed as he clung to Hermione, "Or I'll be wishing I'd have booked a double bed!" he grinned down at her, arching his eyebrow. She smiled shyly back at him as he bent down to kiss her.
"I'll give you some privacy for a minute," he whispered before going into the adjoining bathroom. Hermione guessed this was her cue to undress and get into bed. Slowly she unpacked her overnight bag, laying her essentials on the dressing table. She pulled off her skirt and tights and into her pyjama shorts. She'd decided her nightdress was a bit flimsy for this occasion, but her winter pyjamas would be too frumpy. She was just pulling on her pyjama vest top as she heard the bathroom door opening.
"Is it safe yet?" Harry said from behind the door.
"Wait!" Hermione called as she pulled on her top. "Ok" she replied. Harry looked round the door cautiously. Wow, he thought, she looked gorgeous even in pyjamas.
"Your turn," Hermione said as she headed past him. Harry watched her disappear into the bathroom as he sat down on one of the beds. He glanced towards the table and saw Hermione's things laid neatly side-by-side; he chuckled to himself at her idiosyncrasies, which he loved. Hermione returned to find Harry sitting up in one of the beds; his chest bare.
"Oh!" she exclaimed at the sight of his well-toned upper body.
"Don't worry," Harry said smiling, "I'm not completely naked under here." Harry couldn't believe what he'd just said! What must Hermione think of him? But Harry needn't have worried as Hermione just smiled and climbed into the other bed.
"Goodnight Harry" she called to him.
"Night," Harry called back.
Harry turned over onto his front and stared up to the ceiling. The thought of Hermione in the next bed was almost unbearable, but he knew he'd have to control himself; it was way to early in their relationship for anything more to happen between them. He was just drifting off to sleep when he heard Hermione move in her bed. Before he could register what was happening, she'd climbed into bed beside him.
"Hermione!" Harry whispered in a surprised voice.
"Shh," she responded sleepily, "I just want to fall asleep with you." She laid her head on his chest, her hair falling around her. Harry's arm went around her shoulder as he relaxed into the bed, feeling the warmth of her body press against him. His heart was beating so hard in his chest, and he knew Hermione would be able to tell this, but she didn't respond. After a while, Harry relaxed enough to fall asleep with the girl he loved in his arms, sleeping peacefully beside him.
"Do you think we should apologise to him?" Hermione asked Harry quietly, she knew Harry would guess she was referring to Ron.
"Yeah, I suppose we've been a bit caught up in each other haven't we?" Harry replied sheepishly. At that moment, a noisy group of boys walked through the door and threw themselves down at a table in the corner opposite Harry and Hermione.
"I guess now is a good a time as any," Harry said as he got up and walked over to where the group was sat.
"Ron?" Harry asked, "Can we have a word?"
"Oh so now you want to talk to me?" Ron replied angrily. At the look on Harry's face as he said this, Ron was already sorry for speaking that way to Harry. He got up from the table and walked with Harry back to Hermione. He sat down next to her, as Harry sat down on the other side.
"Look, we wanted to say we're sorry for." Hermione began, but Ron held up his hand to silence her.
"I don't want you to be sorry for liking each other," Ron said genuinely, "I should be happy for you." Ron looked from Hermione to Harry as he said this, waiting for them to say something. Harry grabbed Ron around the shoulders and pulled him up to hug him.
"Arghh, get off me!" Ron said with a grin. No more was needed to be said; the three friends understood each other, and as Harry ordered 3 more Butterbeers Ron chatted to Hermione about their plans for the evening.
"I'm not sure where we're staying yet," Hermione was saying timidly. Ron didn't need to ask anymore, he knew what was on both their minds right now, hell; it was on his mind constantly! After an hour Ron left them to it, but not before arranging that they'd meet up in 'The Dragon's Diner' later for their evening meal. This was where most of the 5th years were staying, since there were plenty of rooms above the restaurant.
Harry walked with Hermione to the edge of the village, where he'd heard of a romantic spot by the lake where they could go to and sit. Hermione hasn't said much on their walk to the lake, and Harry guessed what was on her mind.
"Hermione." he began, looking at her as she sat next to him on the grass. She looked up at him, he eyes full of tears. Harry's heart felt it would break at the sight of the girl he loved in tears. 'He loved?' Was he truly in love with her?
"What's wrong?" Harry asked her, his voice full of concern. Hermione couldn't find the words to express how she was feeling: Scared? Excited? Nervous? Her eyes continued to well up with tears as Harry bent down to kiss them away.
"I'm sorry," she sobbed, "I don't even know why I'm crying..." she couldn't finish her sentence as more tears escaped her eyes and ran down her cheeks.
"I do," Harry replied, looking lovingly down at her, "and I don't want to think I'd expect you to do anything you didn't want to do," he added, seeing her face full of panic. Hermione reached up and pulled Harry's face down to hers; their foreheads were touching as Hermione whispered two simple words into Harry's ear,
"Thank you."
A group of about 20 smiling faces greeted Harry and Hermione as they sat down to dinner in the restaurant. Ron beamed at both of them as he made room for them next to him. Ron was feeling more cherry now that Lavender was paying him more attention. She seemed to have stopping giving him the silent treatment and was talking easily with him again. Maybe there was hope for them yet. The group of 5th years spent a lively few hours together, sharing jokes and stories about their day, and at last, as they clock was chiming midnight, the owner came to give them all they room keys. Harry had booked a room, but Hermione had no idea if she was included in it. As the owner handed Harry as key, Ron gave a sly grin to Harry as he made his way up to his own room. Harry and Hermione were the only two left at the table, and by this time Hermione's stomach was twisted up in knots. She remembered Harry's words from earlier, which gave her some comfort. She was only 15 and no way near ready for what she knew was on Harry's mind. Harry took her hand and led her up the two flights of stairs. He stopped outside room 11 and turned to look at Hermione.
"I hope you don't mind the room I chose," he said to her as he opened the door for her to see.
Two single beds were placed on one side of room, with a small dressing table on the other wall, accompanied by a large old-fashioned wardrobe.
"Oh Harry!" she cried and flung her arms round his neck, as he closed the door behind them.
"Hey, steady on!" Harry laughed as he clung to Hermione, "Or I'll be wishing I'd have booked a double bed!" he grinned down at her, arching his eyebrow. She smiled shyly back at him as he bent down to kiss her.
"I'll give you some privacy for a minute," he whispered before going into the adjoining bathroom. Hermione guessed this was her cue to undress and get into bed. Slowly she unpacked her overnight bag, laying her essentials on the dressing table. She pulled off her skirt and tights and into her pyjama shorts. She'd decided her nightdress was a bit flimsy for this occasion, but her winter pyjamas would be too frumpy. She was just pulling on her pyjama vest top as she heard the bathroom door opening.
"Is it safe yet?" Harry said from behind the door.
"Wait!" Hermione called as she pulled on her top. "Ok" she replied. Harry looked round the door cautiously. Wow, he thought, she looked gorgeous even in pyjamas.
"Your turn," Hermione said as she headed past him. Harry watched her disappear into the bathroom as he sat down on one of the beds. He glanced towards the table and saw Hermione's things laid neatly side-by-side; he chuckled to himself at her idiosyncrasies, which he loved. Hermione returned to find Harry sitting up in one of the beds; his chest bare.
"Oh!" she exclaimed at the sight of his well-toned upper body.
"Don't worry," Harry said smiling, "I'm not completely naked under here." Harry couldn't believe what he'd just said! What must Hermione think of him? But Harry needn't have worried as Hermione just smiled and climbed into the other bed.
"Goodnight Harry" she called to him.
"Night," Harry called back.
Harry turned over onto his front and stared up to the ceiling. The thought of Hermione in the next bed was almost unbearable, but he knew he'd have to control himself; it was way to early in their relationship for anything more to happen between them. He was just drifting off to sleep when he heard Hermione move in her bed. Before he could register what was happening, she'd climbed into bed beside him.
"Hermione!" Harry whispered in a surprised voice.
"Shh," she responded sleepily, "I just want to fall asleep with you." She laid her head on his chest, her hair falling around her. Harry's arm went around her shoulder as he relaxed into the bed, feeling the warmth of her body press against him. His heart was beating so hard in his chest, and he knew Hermione would be able to tell this, but she didn't respond. After a while, Harry relaxed enough to fall asleep with the girl he loved in his arms, sleeping peacefully beside him.