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The Light, The Heat
Again, Harry woke up screaming. It felt good to get the air into his lungs as he breathed heavily for a few minutes. He couldn't understand why he was having continual nightmares about drowning. He had learned how to swim after his fifth year when the Weasley's invited him for a family reunion on a beach for a week. He smiled at the memory, his first true smile in several days. He remembered the Weasley's with their flaming hair splashing in the cool blue water. He remembered that magical moment when he first felt his hands and feet gliding in the water and he felt that he could do anything. He decided that he wasn't going to sleep any more that night and again decided to work on his Divination project. As much as he despised Trelawny, she had made her third right prediction at the end of his sixth year. She had said to him that he would never know true terror until he looked into fire red eyes. His last encounter with You-Know-Who had been his closest call yet. He still did not remember exactly what happened to him, only Dumbledore really knew what Harry had gone through, the aged wizard had decided to spare Harry the gruesome details. Harry shivered at the thought that Albus who knew the depths of Harry's courage did not think that the boy turned man could handle the news. Harry was still slightly angry at him. Harry thought that Dumbledore would now longer hold anything back from him after the events at the end of the fifth year. Harry told himself that he would have to find out the truth by the end of the week, before he lost another loved one.
Harry entered the lounge to see Hermione studying, although it was early in the morning, she was pouring over books. "Hermione, what are you still doing up? You told me that you were going to try and get more sleep." Harry's voice was tender as he whispered in her ear.
She jumped at the intrusion, only to relax as she realized it was her Harry. "I know, but I was making a breakthrough in my independent study, I found this amazing chapter in Frida Underhill's Inventions of Muggle Mad Scientists, you would never believe how wizards believed that Edison invented the lightbulb. They thought that Ed.iiii."
Hermione was caught off by a large yawn. Harry noticed how tired she really was, and seized the opportunity to close the book after carefully placing a bookmark in between the pages, and gently lifting Hermione off the chair and sitting on one of the large couches, keeping her in his lap. "You need a break" Harry sighed, "We are always studying, we never just talk anymore. I miss the fact that we don't share everything like we used to, I don't even really talk to Ron anymore, unless it is about the Quidditch season."
Hermione knew that everything he said was true. She also missed talking to her two best friends. She wanted to tell Harry how much she missed him, she suddenly felt uncomfortable laying on top of Harry, she moved to the other end of the couch, missing his warmth as soon as she left. "I've missed you too Harry." Her voice surprised her, it was barely audible, usually she talked with so much more confidence.
Harry sensed that something was wrong, sat up and leaned toward her. As he was inches away from her face he noticed something. The fire was flickering in her eyes, giving them a reddish glow. He jumped off the couch, finally realizing that Trelawny's prediction was not about You-Know- Who, it was about Hermione. He was in love with her, and he was terrified.
Hermione had also pulled away at the same moment as Harry. She too had seen the glow in the firelight in Harry's eyes. The lack of sleep and her memories of her nightmares gave her a sharp headache. She felt like the space between her eyes was on fire, and all that she could see was burning red flames.
Harry realizing that he had been rude, turned around and started talking to her. "So, I heard Lupin's next assignment is going to be our best one ever. He told me he came across an old pamphlet that would really give us a whole new insight into defending ourselves against."
He stopped short as he looked at Hermione, rubbing her temples, seeming to be in pain. He picked her up for the second time that night and carried her up to bed. He didn't know why the stairs did not turn into a slide for him. Perhaps they could sense his good intentions, but he remembered how many female students had demanded to be treated as equals and to be trusted. He supposed that lifting the jinx on the steps was one way to remedy the old-fashioned idea of women not being able to protect themselves. He knew he still wasn't technically allowed in the Girl's rooms, but everyone else should be asleep, and even if they were awake he figured they would have the good sense to leave him alone. He placed in her bed, seeing her pristine trunk and Crookshanks curled on the foot of the bed. He gently placed her down in the bed. Drew the comforter around her, and gently kissed her forehead, the precise spot that she had felt that intense pain. She felt instantly relieved. He left without a word, and Hermione feel into a dreamless sleep. One lone Gryffindor girl saw Harry slip out of the room between a slit in her curtain, she also noticed the slight sway in the panels that hung from Hermione's bed. She giggled quietly to herself, and tried to sleep, but formulating a plan to finally get the man of her dreams.
* * *
Harry got up early the next morning, finding an hour's respite on a Gryffindor couch after staring into the fire for twenty minutes. He snuck down to the kitchens, where the elves were more than happy to give him a large basket of muffins and fruit, Hermione's favorite breakfast. He had turned off her alarm the night before, so she could get a little extra sleep before double DADA lessons that morning. He also went out to the Hogwart's grounds and picked some lovely flowers, the last few that Professor Sprout had enchanted to stay fresh until the first snowfall. As he returned to the common room, he saw Lavender Brown laden with makeup starting to head to breakfast. "Oh Harry, could you wake up Hermione for us. She didn't set her alarm, and none of us had the heart to wake her, she finally looks a little rested. Thanks, LOVE." She ran out of the room, and Harry almost swore that he heard a giggle escape her mouth. His plan had worked. He quickly ran up the stairs and entered the Seventh Year's room. He gently shook her awake. She suddenly sat up, crying, "Oh no, I missed all my classes. I am going to fail!"
"Shh, Hermione, you are not late at all. We let you sleep in. But I brought you breakfast, so you can dress fast and eat here, and still have plenty of time to get to class." Hermione noticed the flowers in the basket, and sighed quietly. She knew that she should feel very awkward about the night before and the fact that he had kissed her the night before, but she instead she just felt content. She ate quickly, ignoring his intent gaze, and got dressed in the bathroom. They walked to class and Harry carried her books, and Hermione surprised herself even more when she held out her hand for him to hold as they went to learn about Lupin's next big idea.
End of Chapter three
- I promise that the action will start to pick up in the next chapters You will find out what Harry saw at the end of his last year You will find out who the mystery girl is and who is her dream guy You will get a few surprises I hope that you like this chapter, I know I haven't updated in forever, so let me know if you want me to continue. I do have some ideas, just not much time . Review if you want. I never realized how important reviews were until I attempted fan fic myself.
The Light, The Heat
Again, Harry woke up screaming. It felt good to get the air into his lungs as he breathed heavily for a few minutes. He couldn't understand why he was having continual nightmares about drowning. He had learned how to swim after his fifth year when the Weasley's invited him for a family reunion on a beach for a week. He smiled at the memory, his first true smile in several days. He remembered the Weasley's with their flaming hair splashing in the cool blue water. He remembered that magical moment when he first felt his hands and feet gliding in the water and he felt that he could do anything. He decided that he wasn't going to sleep any more that night and again decided to work on his Divination project. As much as he despised Trelawny, she had made her third right prediction at the end of his sixth year. She had said to him that he would never know true terror until he looked into fire red eyes. His last encounter with You-Know-Who had been his closest call yet. He still did not remember exactly what happened to him, only Dumbledore really knew what Harry had gone through, the aged wizard had decided to spare Harry the gruesome details. Harry shivered at the thought that Albus who knew the depths of Harry's courage did not think that the boy turned man could handle the news. Harry was still slightly angry at him. Harry thought that Dumbledore would now longer hold anything back from him after the events at the end of the fifth year. Harry told himself that he would have to find out the truth by the end of the week, before he lost another loved one.
Harry entered the lounge to see Hermione studying, although it was early in the morning, she was pouring over books. "Hermione, what are you still doing up? You told me that you were going to try and get more sleep." Harry's voice was tender as he whispered in her ear.
She jumped at the intrusion, only to relax as she realized it was her Harry. "I know, but I was making a breakthrough in my independent study, I found this amazing chapter in Frida Underhill's Inventions of Muggle Mad Scientists, you would never believe how wizards believed that Edison invented the lightbulb. They thought that Ed.iiii."
Hermione was caught off by a large yawn. Harry noticed how tired she really was, and seized the opportunity to close the book after carefully placing a bookmark in between the pages, and gently lifting Hermione off the chair and sitting on one of the large couches, keeping her in his lap. "You need a break" Harry sighed, "We are always studying, we never just talk anymore. I miss the fact that we don't share everything like we used to, I don't even really talk to Ron anymore, unless it is about the Quidditch season."
Hermione knew that everything he said was true. She also missed talking to her two best friends. She wanted to tell Harry how much she missed him, she suddenly felt uncomfortable laying on top of Harry, she moved to the other end of the couch, missing his warmth as soon as she left. "I've missed you too Harry." Her voice surprised her, it was barely audible, usually she talked with so much more confidence.
Harry sensed that something was wrong, sat up and leaned toward her. As he was inches away from her face he noticed something. The fire was flickering in her eyes, giving them a reddish glow. He jumped off the couch, finally realizing that Trelawny's prediction was not about You-Know- Who, it was about Hermione. He was in love with her, and he was terrified.
Hermione had also pulled away at the same moment as Harry. She too had seen the glow in the firelight in Harry's eyes. The lack of sleep and her memories of her nightmares gave her a sharp headache. She felt like the space between her eyes was on fire, and all that she could see was burning red flames.
Harry realizing that he had been rude, turned around and started talking to her. "So, I heard Lupin's next assignment is going to be our best one ever. He told me he came across an old pamphlet that would really give us a whole new insight into defending ourselves against."
He stopped short as he looked at Hermione, rubbing her temples, seeming to be in pain. He picked her up for the second time that night and carried her up to bed. He didn't know why the stairs did not turn into a slide for him. Perhaps they could sense his good intentions, but he remembered how many female students had demanded to be treated as equals and to be trusted. He supposed that lifting the jinx on the steps was one way to remedy the old-fashioned idea of women not being able to protect themselves. He knew he still wasn't technically allowed in the Girl's rooms, but everyone else should be asleep, and even if they were awake he figured they would have the good sense to leave him alone. He placed in her bed, seeing her pristine trunk and Crookshanks curled on the foot of the bed. He gently placed her down in the bed. Drew the comforter around her, and gently kissed her forehead, the precise spot that she had felt that intense pain. She felt instantly relieved. He left without a word, and Hermione feel into a dreamless sleep. One lone Gryffindor girl saw Harry slip out of the room between a slit in her curtain, she also noticed the slight sway in the panels that hung from Hermione's bed. She giggled quietly to herself, and tried to sleep, but formulating a plan to finally get the man of her dreams.
* * *
Harry got up early the next morning, finding an hour's respite on a Gryffindor couch after staring into the fire for twenty minutes. He snuck down to the kitchens, where the elves were more than happy to give him a large basket of muffins and fruit, Hermione's favorite breakfast. He had turned off her alarm the night before, so she could get a little extra sleep before double DADA lessons that morning. He also went out to the Hogwart's grounds and picked some lovely flowers, the last few that Professor Sprout had enchanted to stay fresh until the first snowfall. As he returned to the common room, he saw Lavender Brown laden with makeup starting to head to breakfast. "Oh Harry, could you wake up Hermione for us. She didn't set her alarm, and none of us had the heart to wake her, she finally looks a little rested. Thanks, LOVE." She ran out of the room, and Harry almost swore that he heard a giggle escape her mouth. His plan had worked. He quickly ran up the stairs and entered the Seventh Year's room. He gently shook her awake. She suddenly sat up, crying, "Oh no, I missed all my classes. I am going to fail!"
"Shh, Hermione, you are not late at all. We let you sleep in. But I brought you breakfast, so you can dress fast and eat here, and still have plenty of time to get to class." Hermione noticed the flowers in the basket, and sighed quietly. She knew that she should feel very awkward about the night before and the fact that he had kissed her the night before, but she instead she just felt content. She ate quickly, ignoring his intent gaze, and got dressed in the bathroom. They walked to class and Harry carried her books, and Hermione surprised herself even more when she held out her hand for him to hold as they went to learn about Lupin's next big idea.
End of Chapter three
- I promise that the action will start to pick up in the next chapters You will find out what Harry saw at the end of his last year You will find out who the mystery girl is and who is her dream guy You will get a few surprises I hope that you like this chapter, I know I haven't updated in forever, so let me know if you want me to continue. I do have some ideas, just not much time . Review if you want. I never realized how important reviews were until I attempted fan fic myself.