A.N: Okay, here is my Valentine's Day chapter. Hope you all enjoy it, even
if it is a bit much for V-day -- but then what girl wouldn't love this? I
know I would. Anyway, thanks to all my reviewers! Love ya all. To those who
haven't reviewed, please do so! Enjoy and Happy *Late* Valentine's Day!
Chapter 22 * Candy Hearts *
"HERMIONE! GET UP!" Ron shouted, bursting into the room Hermione shared with Harry.
Hermione jumped out of bed, scared to death. She turned wide eyes towards Ron and glared at him. "Ronald Weasley, if you ever do that again, I'll kill you!" she yelled at him, her heart still beating way too fast for it's own good.
The redhead just grinned at her before leaving the room as quickly as he had come.
She glared at the spot Ron was just standing at then sighed and plopped back down on the bed. "6:40!" Hermione groaned. Even she didn't want to wake up that early on a Saturday morning, even if it was Valentine's Day.
She was just drifting off when a loud noise came from the window. Hedwig was pecking furiously at the glass and flapping her large wings impatiently, trying to keep from being blown away from the wind. "I'm coming .. I'm coming. It seems like no one wants me to sleep in today!" she grumbled, shivering as a blast of cold air burst through the now open window.
She struggled to get the window shut again then untied the letter from the snowy owl's leg. She watched as Hedwig went inside her cage, apparently wanting to get some sleep. If only I could get some too, Hermione thought grumpily. She sat back on the bed and snuggled back into the warm covers before looking at the letter. It was probably for Harry, anyway.
"Where is Harry?" Hermione asked herself, just realizing that her fiance was no where in the small dorm. She shook her head sadly. It had been almost two months since Sirius' death and Harry didn't seem to be getting over it (though Hermione didn't expect him to). He was always quiet and seemed lost in thought. His bright green eyes no longer held that shine that she loved but seemed duller, sad.
Hermione shook her head again and finally glanced down at the letter. She was surprised to see her name written on the front in Harry's slanted scrawl.
Love,
Meet me outside at the Quidditch field at 7am sharp. Dress warmly.
Love you always, Harry
Hermione smiled down at the letter, confused. Outside? In this weather? What time was it anyway?
"Shoot!" Hermione jumped out of bed (again) and hurried to get dressed, wondering what in the world Harry had planned.
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It was five minutes later and Hermione was ready to go. She made the bed quickly (thank God for magic) and hurriedly opened the door.
"OOoooh! Candy hearts!" she squealed. In front of her door, in a long line, were those candies shaped like hearts with little phrases on them, that were so popular during Valentine's Day. They were enchanted to levitate and increase in size. She loved these candies, but the bite sized ones, of course. She glanced down at the first one, a yellow one, and instead of a sweet nothing phrase, it said:
Hermione,
Follow the trail of candy hearts and they will lead you to me.
Hermione shrugged and did as she was told. The trail led from their dorm to the Gryffindor Common Room to all the way down the halls. As she passed the common room and proceeded down the many hallways, her curiosity was heightened. "Where is everyone?" she asked herself, glancing around. There was no one in the common room and not even one student or teacher in the hallways. "They can't all be in the Great Hall. Breakfast doesn't start until eight and it's not even seven yet!" she said, realizing she was speaking to herself. Maybe they're all getting some sleep.
Hermione was enjoying the colorful trail of blue, purple, pink, yellow, orange, and white hearts, now and again reading a message or two. She was glad she was almost there because her mouth was watering.
She finally reached the great oak doors leading outside. She took a deep breath and pulled them open, pulling her cloak closer to her body to keep the cold out. The snow seemed thicker than ever, Hermione thought, as she sloshed through it on her way to the Quidditch field. She was about to kill Harry for making her come outside like this when she stopped in mid-step.
In front of her was the Quidditch field, magically covered to keep the cold away, and everybody in Hogwart's were sitting in the stands. Harry was whizzing around in the sky in the middle of the pitch, spelling out words in the sky. Though it wasn't raining, Hermione could see something falling from the sky. Were those rose petals? No .... they were miniature candy hearts! "Oh Harry ..." Hermione murmured, as she came closer.
Suddenly, everyone erupted into cheers as they saw her. Harry stopped and dived down to her (causing Hermione's heart to stop beating like it always did when she saw him dive like that), a huge smile on his face. "Hey, love," he said, casually, as if it were any other normal day.
"Harry! Why ... how ..." she couldn't find the right words and she vaguely realized that everyone was quiet. "Oh Harry ..." was all she could say, tears gathered in her eyes. She threw her arms around him and hugged him tight.
Harry laughed and hugged her back. "Look up," he whispered in her ear.
Hermione let go of him and did as he told her. There in the sky was written "Happy Valentine's Day, 'Mione" in large cloud letters. All this for Valentine's Day. Boy, was she lucky. "It's beautiful, Harry."
"Hop on," he told her, helping her on as he got on behind her. They kicked off and the stands erupted in applause again. Harry took them so high, everyone looked like ants.
Hermione reached out a hand to grab some candy then popped them into her mouth. "Finally .." she sighed, causing Harry to laugh.
"Hope I didn't make you wait too long," he told her, nuzzling his face into her neck. "Happy Valentine's Day, sweetie," he said, wrapping his arms tighter around her, trying to keep her warm. "Oh and there's more."
"More?" Hermione asked, shocked.
"Yup," he pulled out something from his pocket, not even losing a beat on his broom, and handed it to Hermione.
She let go of the front of the broom, no longer scared with Harry's arms holding her. She opened it slowly and gasped. Inside was a heart pendant with tiny amethyst diamonds all around it. She turned it over and smiled at the wording.
"A beautiful necklace for a beautiful woman," Harry said, reading the writing.
"Wow, thank you so much. I .. I don't know what to say."
"There's still more," Harry repeated, but this time he didn't take anything out of his robes.
"What? Harry! Are you serious?" Hermione cried.
Harry chuckled. "Yes, I'm serious. I have dinner planned and there's a large teddy bear waiting for you." He had asked Dumbledore's permission for all of this and the kind headmaster had been more than happy to let Harry do it. He had even gotten all the students and teachers to participate, who didn't seem to mind, except for Snape, of course.
"Oh Harry! Why are you so wonderful?"
"Good genes, I guess," he joked. "I love you, baby girl," he whispered.
"I love you, too," Hermione whispered back, unable to stop smiling, everything seemed so wonderful. She had forgotten about all those people and about the cold. There was only her, Harry, the sky, and candy hearts.
Chapter 22 * Candy Hearts *
"HERMIONE! GET UP!" Ron shouted, bursting into the room Hermione shared with Harry.
Hermione jumped out of bed, scared to death. She turned wide eyes towards Ron and glared at him. "Ronald Weasley, if you ever do that again, I'll kill you!" she yelled at him, her heart still beating way too fast for it's own good.
The redhead just grinned at her before leaving the room as quickly as he had come.
She glared at the spot Ron was just standing at then sighed and plopped back down on the bed. "6:40!" Hermione groaned. Even she didn't want to wake up that early on a Saturday morning, even if it was Valentine's Day.
She was just drifting off when a loud noise came from the window. Hedwig was pecking furiously at the glass and flapping her large wings impatiently, trying to keep from being blown away from the wind. "I'm coming .. I'm coming. It seems like no one wants me to sleep in today!" she grumbled, shivering as a blast of cold air burst through the now open window.
She struggled to get the window shut again then untied the letter from the snowy owl's leg. She watched as Hedwig went inside her cage, apparently wanting to get some sleep. If only I could get some too, Hermione thought grumpily. She sat back on the bed and snuggled back into the warm covers before looking at the letter. It was probably for Harry, anyway.
"Where is Harry?" Hermione asked herself, just realizing that her fiance was no where in the small dorm. She shook her head sadly. It had been almost two months since Sirius' death and Harry didn't seem to be getting over it (though Hermione didn't expect him to). He was always quiet and seemed lost in thought. His bright green eyes no longer held that shine that she loved but seemed duller, sad.
Hermione shook her head again and finally glanced down at the letter. She was surprised to see her name written on the front in Harry's slanted scrawl.
Love,
Meet me outside at the Quidditch field at 7am sharp. Dress warmly.
Love you always, Harry
Hermione smiled down at the letter, confused. Outside? In this weather? What time was it anyway?
"Shoot!" Hermione jumped out of bed (again) and hurried to get dressed, wondering what in the world Harry had planned.
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It was five minutes later and Hermione was ready to go. She made the bed quickly (thank God for magic) and hurriedly opened the door.
"OOoooh! Candy hearts!" she squealed. In front of her door, in a long line, were those candies shaped like hearts with little phrases on them, that were so popular during Valentine's Day. They were enchanted to levitate and increase in size. She loved these candies, but the bite sized ones, of course. She glanced down at the first one, a yellow one, and instead of a sweet nothing phrase, it said:
Hermione,
Follow the trail of candy hearts and they will lead you to me.
Hermione shrugged and did as she was told. The trail led from their dorm to the Gryffindor Common Room to all the way down the halls. As she passed the common room and proceeded down the many hallways, her curiosity was heightened. "Where is everyone?" she asked herself, glancing around. There was no one in the common room and not even one student or teacher in the hallways. "They can't all be in the Great Hall. Breakfast doesn't start until eight and it's not even seven yet!" she said, realizing she was speaking to herself. Maybe they're all getting some sleep.
Hermione was enjoying the colorful trail of blue, purple, pink, yellow, orange, and white hearts, now and again reading a message or two. She was glad she was almost there because her mouth was watering.
She finally reached the great oak doors leading outside. She took a deep breath and pulled them open, pulling her cloak closer to her body to keep the cold out. The snow seemed thicker than ever, Hermione thought, as she sloshed through it on her way to the Quidditch field. She was about to kill Harry for making her come outside like this when she stopped in mid-step.
In front of her was the Quidditch field, magically covered to keep the cold away, and everybody in Hogwart's were sitting in the stands. Harry was whizzing around in the sky in the middle of the pitch, spelling out words in the sky. Though it wasn't raining, Hermione could see something falling from the sky. Were those rose petals? No .... they were miniature candy hearts! "Oh Harry ..." Hermione murmured, as she came closer.
Suddenly, everyone erupted into cheers as they saw her. Harry stopped and dived down to her (causing Hermione's heart to stop beating like it always did when she saw him dive like that), a huge smile on his face. "Hey, love," he said, casually, as if it were any other normal day.
"Harry! Why ... how ..." she couldn't find the right words and she vaguely realized that everyone was quiet. "Oh Harry ..." was all she could say, tears gathered in her eyes. She threw her arms around him and hugged him tight.
Harry laughed and hugged her back. "Look up," he whispered in her ear.
Hermione let go of him and did as he told her. There in the sky was written "Happy Valentine's Day, 'Mione" in large cloud letters. All this for Valentine's Day. Boy, was she lucky. "It's beautiful, Harry."
"Hop on," he told her, helping her on as he got on behind her. They kicked off and the stands erupted in applause again. Harry took them so high, everyone looked like ants.
Hermione reached out a hand to grab some candy then popped them into her mouth. "Finally .." she sighed, causing Harry to laugh.
"Hope I didn't make you wait too long," he told her, nuzzling his face into her neck. "Happy Valentine's Day, sweetie," he said, wrapping his arms tighter around her, trying to keep her warm. "Oh and there's more."
"More?" Hermione asked, shocked.
"Yup," he pulled out something from his pocket, not even losing a beat on his broom, and handed it to Hermione.
She let go of the front of the broom, no longer scared with Harry's arms holding her. She opened it slowly and gasped. Inside was a heart pendant with tiny amethyst diamonds all around it. She turned it over and smiled at the wording.
"A beautiful necklace for a beautiful woman," Harry said, reading the writing.
"Wow, thank you so much. I .. I don't know what to say."
"There's still more," Harry repeated, but this time he didn't take anything out of his robes.
"What? Harry! Are you serious?" Hermione cried.
Harry chuckled. "Yes, I'm serious. I have dinner planned and there's a large teddy bear waiting for you." He had asked Dumbledore's permission for all of this and the kind headmaster had been more than happy to let Harry do it. He had even gotten all the students and teachers to participate, who didn't seem to mind, except for Snape, of course.
"Oh Harry! Why are you so wonderful?"
"Good genes, I guess," he joked. "I love you, baby girl," he whispered.
"I love you, too," Hermione whispered back, unable to stop smiling, everything seemed so wonderful. She had forgotten about all those people and about the cold. There was only her, Harry, the sky, and candy hearts.