Chapter Seven: A Kiss in the Moonlight
At exactly midnight, Hermione's alarm rang. She crept out of her bed, got dressed, packed a sack, and tiptoed up to the top floor of the Weasley's house. She gently knocked on Ron's door, waited a minute, and then finally opened the door when there was no answer from inside the room.
She opened the door to find a very, very messy room with clothes, robes, books, and quills spilled all over the room. She was very puzzled at this, but tried to find Harry and Ron under all of the mess. Hermione spotted one bed and pushed some books off of it to find a snoring Ron under the blankets.
"Ron! Ron! Get up!" Hermione hissed very quietly, shaking Ron gently.
"Whassa matter?" Ron answered groggily.
"It's time to go! Hurry!" Hermione hissed in reply. "Where's Harry?"
"Over there somewhere," Ron said, struggling to get out of the bed covered with robes and books.
"Do you really enjoy sleeping under books and robes?" Hermione said quietly.
Ron stretched, got up from his bed, dunked his head in a water pitcher, and began to pull some robes over top of his clothes. "I don't mind it," Ron said more harshly than he meant. He was still angry about last night's incident.
"Where's Harry?" Hermione asked again, searching Ron's other bed frantically.
"Dunno," Ron said, still struggling to dress. "Maybe he's rolled out of bed. Check the floor over there."
Hermione nudged a pile of blankets with her foot, and heard an "What's going on?" from under them. She had found Harry.
"Hurry Harry! We've got to get going!" Hermione said more loudly than she intended. She clapped a hand over her mouth, and Harry, struggling to get out the tangle of blankets, said:
"Shhhhhhh Hermione! You're going to get us found out!"
"Sorry," She said softly, gazing into the pale light from outside. Ron was now furiously trying to open his trunk and broke the lock. Ron swore angrily, which made Hermione say, "Ron!"
Harry hurried to dress in a corner where Hermione couldn't see him. He pulled on his robes, packed his sack, and set Hedwig on top of it.
"Hang on," Ron said, looking angry. "I have to use the toilet."
That left Hermione and Harry alone. Hermione gazed at Harry as he checked to make sure he had everything packed. Oh, Harry is SO gorgeous. His green eyes, his silky black hair…oh he's so handsome. She smiled to herself, glad to know Harry couldn't know what she was thinking.
"Are you done?" asked Hermione.
Harry nodded. He felt very awkward to think that he and Hermione were alone, especially since Ron thought she liked him.
"Doesn't the night sky look beautiful?" Hermione said dreamily.
"Yeah," Harry said. He sat on the bed.
Hermione sat next to him, edging nearer and nearer to him. One kiss, she thought dreamily, one kiss is all I ask of you, Harry. Oh Harry, if only you knew how much I love you. Hermione suddenly found herself very close to Harry, smelling his sweet shampoo from last night. She smiled so widely she thought her face would break.
Harry looked at Hermione. He truly did like her more than Ginny, but if Ron ever knew…surely they wouldn't be friends much longer. Hermione was a lot prettier now that she was older, and she smiled sweetly at Harry.
Before Harry knew what he was doing, he gently took up Hermione's hand in his hand. There they were, holding hands in the moonlight. Hermione was about to faint, she was so pleased.
The next thing Hermione knew was the taste of a sweet kiss. Hermione and Harry were sitting there, in Ron's bedroom, kissing under the moonlight. It was so breathtaking; Hermione started breathing deeply when it was all over. Hermione should have known it was all too good to last.
"Oh, Harry," Hermione said, her eyes full of tears. Those were the tears of happiness. But Hermione never got to say what she wanted to, for she heard footsteps on the stairs.
"Quick! Harry, pretend you're fixing your bag. Harry, Ron must never know," Hermione said, wiping the tears from her face quickly.
Harry rushed over to his sack, smiling as Ron came in the room looking harassed. "Ready to go?" Harry said, trying not to look as happy as he felt.
"Yeah," Ron mumbled. "Percy saw me come out of the bathroom, wondering what I was doing in the middle of the night! He wasn't suspicious, though." Ron paused, and then said, "Let's go."
