Chapter 23 * Relaxation *
Harry steered his broom to the right then soared upwards. He stopped in front of the library window and balanced himself before looking inside. A soft smile came over his face as he saw Hermione sitting at the table right next to the window Harry was peeking in. There were piles and piles of books surrounding her and her nose was buried in a very large one. Harry shook his head lovingly and his smile grew bigger. That's my 'Mione, he thought. "Hmmm, My 'Mione. I like that." He said to himself before knocking softly on the window. No reason to alert Madame Pince.
Hermione's head snapped up, startled. When she saw Harry hovering near the window, her face went from startled, to shocked, to concerned. "Harry!" She cried, lowering her voice when a loud "sshh!" came from the other end of the library.
"Meet me outide." Harry mouthed, knowing Hermione wouldn't be able to hear him through the thick window pane.
She shook her head vigorously and pointed to all the books on the table. "Have to study." She mouthed back and then as an after thought, added, "you should too."
"Please? Just for a little while. You need a break." He said, amazed at how well Hermione could lip read. Lip reading was not one of his many talents and he was glad Hermione was using short sentences.
She shook her head again and sat back down, ready to bury herself back into the old rusty book she had been reading when Harry tapped on the window again. She looked up, annoyed and ready to yell at him. But all she could do was smile.
Harry had his bottom lip out and was giving her the puppy dog eyes. He cheered when he saw her say, "I hate that look!" before she packed up her bag and disappeared from his sight.
He whizzed down towards the ground where Ron and Lavender were snogging on the stands. The two lovebirds broke apart quickly when they felt the sudden rush of air above their heads. "Potter! I don't scare you half to death when you have your tongue down Hermione's throat!" Ron cried, causing Lavender to punch him on the arm. "Ow! What was that for?"
"Great description, Weasley! I'll be sure to tell 'Mione that." Harry called back, laughing as he watched Lavender scold him for his poetic way with words.
He saw Hermione coming towards them and flew over to her, landing a few feet in front of her. "Hey, sweetheart." He greeted, giving her a soft kiss. "Come on, let's go for a ride." He didn't wait for Hermione to answer before sitting her down on the broom and lifting off.
"Harry! We are supposed to be studying! The N.E.W.T.s are just a few weeks away!" She protested weakly, already enjoying the calming feeling of floating through the warm air in Harry's arm.
"You've been studying for months now, love. You need a break. Besides, everyone knows you're going to pass with flying colors, why torture yourself?" Harry asked.
Hermione leaned back, snuggling closer to him, but didn't answer. She knew everyone expected her to pass; that was the problem. Everyone had so much confidence in her that she was afraid of dissapointing them, her parents and herself, included. She knew Harry excepted her the way she was, but she was her toughest critic; one mistake and she would torment herself endlessly.
"'Mione?" Harry whispered her name, taking her out of thoughts that were beginning to worry her.
"Yeah?"
"Don't worry about it. No matter what score you get on those tests, no one will be dissapointed in you. Just because everyone expects you to be perfect in everything, you're still human and you're still wonderful." Harry told her.
Hermione smiled. He could always make her feel better and she was grateful he could read her thoughts because she didn't think she would have told him that. She leaned against him and shut her eyes, reveling in the comfortable silence that had settled between them.
"Harry?" Hermione said after a while, a thought popping into her head suddenly.
"Hmm?"
"What do you think happened to Anthony? I mean, since he's not ... dead, what do you think happened to him?" She was a bit hesitant to bring the subject of Anthony up, still not over the pain entirely, but she had to know. Besides, if she had to discuss him, she was only comfortable discussing him with Harry.
Harry didn't answer for a long while, making Hermione think he either didn't hear her or was upset that she had brought it up. But then he gave a deep sigh and she felt his arms tighten slightly around her. "I don't know, love. I know he's not dead and neither is Voldemort, but I still think their both too weak to do anything right now." Harry answered, chewing on his bottom lip. He had also thought of them often, afraid that they would pop out of nowhere. "But we can't be too sure. I'm afraid they'll pop out of nowhere and ruin everything great that's happening to me. Especially you. I seem to have a tendency of something bad happening to me or someone close to me right when things are going so great."
Hermione's lips curved into a small smile. Lifting Harry's hand where it rested near her waist, she kissed it softly and answered him with much more confidence than she felt. "Well, no matter what happens, we can get through it together, right?"
"Yeah. Together." Harry repeated, enjoying the way the word 'together' sounded. No matter what happened, he could get through it as long as Hermione was by his side, as he knew she would be. But what if something happened to her because of that something that everyone was afraid of? He unvoluntarily shivered, trying hard to dismiss the thought. He wouldn't think like that now. He was supposed to be relaxing with Hermione, enjoying the bright, sunny weather. Not losing himself in worry.
"So, Harry. Have you studied for the N.E.W.T.s or are you just going to wing them?"
So much for relaxing.
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Author's Note: I know this chapter isn't important -- at all -- but I thought it was necessary for them to have some free time of just relaxation, without all the sorrow I've given them in past chapters. I hope you all enjoyed it though it was pretty short. The next chapter will be their graduation, I hope that's all right with everyone, if not, let me know : ) Also, someone asked me where Anthony is. He is still a part of this story but he won't be showing up for a while. I actually don't quite know where he is either but he'll show up sooner or later -- promise. I have a question for all my readers and reviewers:
Will it be too weird if I write about them getting married and having a kid or something? Or should I just stop at when they get married? I don't want to make any part of this story awkward (or more than I already have ... ) so please please please let me know what you guys think. And when I talk about awkward I mean like Hermione getting pregnant and having the baby. I know there are *some* guys who are reading this! Well, please let me know. I would appreciate it!!
*A billion thanks to all my reviewers, luv ya all*
Sweetie
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Harry steered his broom to the right then soared upwards. He stopped in front of the library window and balanced himself before looking inside. A soft smile came over his face as he saw Hermione sitting at the table right next to the window Harry was peeking in. There were piles and piles of books surrounding her and her nose was buried in a very large one. Harry shook his head lovingly and his smile grew bigger. That's my 'Mione, he thought. "Hmmm, My 'Mione. I like that." He said to himself before knocking softly on the window. No reason to alert Madame Pince.
Hermione's head snapped up, startled. When she saw Harry hovering near the window, her face went from startled, to shocked, to concerned. "Harry!" She cried, lowering her voice when a loud "sshh!" came from the other end of the library.
"Meet me outide." Harry mouthed, knowing Hermione wouldn't be able to hear him through the thick window pane.
She shook her head vigorously and pointed to all the books on the table. "Have to study." She mouthed back and then as an after thought, added, "you should too."
"Please? Just for a little while. You need a break." He said, amazed at how well Hermione could lip read. Lip reading was not one of his many talents and he was glad Hermione was using short sentences.
She shook her head again and sat back down, ready to bury herself back into the old rusty book she had been reading when Harry tapped on the window again. She looked up, annoyed and ready to yell at him. But all she could do was smile.
Harry had his bottom lip out and was giving her the puppy dog eyes. He cheered when he saw her say, "I hate that look!" before she packed up her bag and disappeared from his sight.
He whizzed down towards the ground where Ron and Lavender were snogging on the stands. The two lovebirds broke apart quickly when they felt the sudden rush of air above their heads. "Potter! I don't scare you half to death when you have your tongue down Hermione's throat!" Ron cried, causing Lavender to punch him on the arm. "Ow! What was that for?"
"Great description, Weasley! I'll be sure to tell 'Mione that." Harry called back, laughing as he watched Lavender scold him for his poetic way with words.
He saw Hermione coming towards them and flew over to her, landing a few feet in front of her. "Hey, sweetheart." He greeted, giving her a soft kiss. "Come on, let's go for a ride." He didn't wait for Hermione to answer before sitting her down on the broom and lifting off.
"Harry! We are supposed to be studying! The N.E.W.T.s are just a few weeks away!" She protested weakly, already enjoying the calming feeling of floating through the warm air in Harry's arm.
"You've been studying for months now, love. You need a break. Besides, everyone knows you're going to pass with flying colors, why torture yourself?" Harry asked.
Hermione leaned back, snuggling closer to him, but didn't answer. She knew everyone expected her to pass; that was the problem. Everyone had so much confidence in her that she was afraid of dissapointing them, her parents and herself, included. She knew Harry excepted her the way she was, but she was her toughest critic; one mistake and she would torment herself endlessly.
"'Mione?" Harry whispered her name, taking her out of thoughts that were beginning to worry her.
"Yeah?"
"Don't worry about it. No matter what score you get on those tests, no one will be dissapointed in you. Just because everyone expects you to be perfect in everything, you're still human and you're still wonderful." Harry told her.
Hermione smiled. He could always make her feel better and she was grateful he could read her thoughts because she didn't think she would have told him that. She leaned against him and shut her eyes, reveling in the comfortable silence that had settled between them.
"Harry?" Hermione said after a while, a thought popping into her head suddenly.
"Hmm?"
"What do you think happened to Anthony? I mean, since he's not ... dead, what do you think happened to him?" She was a bit hesitant to bring the subject of Anthony up, still not over the pain entirely, but she had to know. Besides, if she had to discuss him, she was only comfortable discussing him with Harry.
Harry didn't answer for a long while, making Hermione think he either didn't hear her or was upset that she had brought it up. But then he gave a deep sigh and she felt his arms tighten slightly around her. "I don't know, love. I know he's not dead and neither is Voldemort, but I still think their both too weak to do anything right now." Harry answered, chewing on his bottom lip. He had also thought of them often, afraid that they would pop out of nowhere. "But we can't be too sure. I'm afraid they'll pop out of nowhere and ruin everything great that's happening to me. Especially you. I seem to have a tendency of something bad happening to me or someone close to me right when things are going so great."
Hermione's lips curved into a small smile. Lifting Harry's hand where it rested near her waist, she kissed it softly and answered him with much more confidence than she felt. "Well, no matter what happens, we can get through it together, right?"
"Yeah. Together." Harry repeated, enjoying the way the word 'together' sounded. No matter what happened, he could get through it as long as Hermione was by his side, as he knew she would be. But what if something happened to her because of that something that everyone was afraid of? He unvoluntarily shivered, trying hard to dismiss the thought. He wouldn't think like that now. He was supposed to be relaxing with Hermione, enjoying the bright, sunny weather. Not losing himself in worry.
"So, Harry. Have you studied for the N.E.W.T.s or are you just going to wing them?"
So much for relaxing.
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Author's Note: I know this chapter isn't important -- at all -- but I thought it was necessary for them to have some free time of just relaxation, without all the sorrow I've given them in past chapters. I hope you all enjoyed it though it was pretty short. The next chapter will be their graduation, I hope that's all right with everyone, if not, let me know : ) Also, someone asked me where Anthony is. He is still a part of this story but he won't be showing up for a while. I actually don't quite know where he is either but he'll show up sooner or later -- promise. I have a question for all my readers and reviewers:
Will it be too weird if I write about them getting married and having a kid or something? Or should I just stop at when they get married? I don't want to make any part of this story awkward (or more than I already have ... ) so please please please let me know what you guys think. And when I talk about awkward I mean like Hermione getting pregnant and having the baby. I know there are *some* guys who are reading this! Well, please let me know. I would appreciate it!!
*A billion thanks to all my reviewers, luv ya all*
Sweetie
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