Hermione awoke with a start, what was that noise? She sat up, now able to
use her left arm, and looked around the room. The shockingly purple boy was
gone. Nothing stirred in the room, and it was getting dark, she called out
for Madame Pomfrey who was usually ready for students to wake, but nothing
moved and there was no answer. It didn't feel right.
Something had to be wrong, what was going on!? She could hear a heavy breeze blowing outside. She pulled the sheets back and slipped on her slippers. She walked to the large double doors, and pulled one of them open. She tiptoed out to the hall noticing that it wasn't lit. She kept walking down the stairs (keeping especially careful to not fall down another staircase), until she reached the Great Hall. It was empty, where was everyone? She headed toward the Gryffindor common room. Still not seeing anyone. Finally she ran into a dark hooded figure. It lowered it's hood to reveal Professor McGonagal.
"What are you doing walking around in the dark when we are having a lock down!?" she demanded. "I didn't know, I was in the Hospital Wing and I just woke up. What was that noise that I heard not five minutes ago?" "That was the sound of a very powerful spell being performed." "But professor, aren't all powerful spells disabled on the grounds?" she asked, totally bewildered (this had taken place after a boy was killed in her fifth year by Voldemort). "Yes, we have never seen this spell before. Please follow me to your common room Mrs. Granger, your fellow Gryffindors are waiting there." "Yes ma'am." "But Professor-" "Please Mrs. Granger, let us walk in silence."
When they reached the common room everyone jumped up to see her. They were very happy to see her well. They had been informed that she might not be well for another week or so just this late afternoon. Madame Pomfrey said that her injuries had gotten infected (her head had at least), and the skele-grow had done some very odd things to her arm.
But now, when she was standing in front of them, she looked fine. Hermione couldn't tell why they were so excited to see her, she had never received the information that they had, she had been in too deep of a sleep. The last person she'd talked to was Harry when she'd lied about not being the one writing the letters (it just wasn't the time to tell him). Across the room she saw Harry trying to shove his way toward her. She didn't see Ron anywhere, he was probably just behind everyone else next to Harry or something.
~*~*~
When Hermione walked in, Harry couldn't take his eyes off of her. She was so beautiful even with the bandages on her arm and head she was simply beautiful. He was worried now, she had said that she hadn't written the letters, and he had believed her, but he began to realize that he cared about her. A lot.
He tried to shove toward her when Professor McGonagal turned to leave almost two minutes after she'd walked in. Harry didn't know why there had been the lock down so he decided to ask,
"Professor?" "Yes Mr. Potter?" "Why was the lock down called?" "I believe your friend can tell you that."
And with that she turned to leave and a most amazed look crossed Hermione's face. Harry then jumped over the few people in front of him, grabbed Hermione and dragged him up to his room, locking the door behind them.
"What did she tell you?" "You don't even want to know how I am?" she said jokingly "Ok, how are you?" "Just kidding, all she said that a very powerful, new spell was just performed and that caused the lock down." "Wow, but I thought all powerful spells were disabled after the first year boy's incident two years ago?"
Hermione then continued to explain that the spell was a new one they had never seen before, and even more powerful. As she explained Harry got a look on his face that showed he was in deep thought. Finally he half shouted over the pounding on the door,
"Voldemort is back." "Yes, that's what I believe too. But how?" "I don't know. But Dumbledore will stop him." "Yes, he will."
He walked over to her and hugged her; it was the type of hug a couple would share. And a long kiss followed. Pulling apart she looked into his eyes.
"You may not be the one writing those letters to me, but I still believe that I care about you Hermione. I have for so long, I just don't think I was able to realize it until now."
~*~*~
She couldn't believe he'd just said that, it was the first time they had ever shared their feelings for each other, and she'd been feeling them for a long time. With that she smiled and walked out the door just as a confused look crossed his face, one that she did not see. Outside a large group of people had crowded around the door and as she opened it the one's that had had their ears pressed against it fell on top of her, pushing them off she continued to her room and didn't stop until she'd closed the door.
It was so quiet here, she could think now. She quietly changed into her nightclothes and slipped into the covers. Harry's kiss stayed on her lips, in her heart, and within her very soul for the rest of the night. All she could think of was her hope that it would not be the last. It was not yet eight o'clock and soon her fellow seventh year girls came into the room. Each one came over to her bed, taking their own seats around her. Soon she had told her story of the kiss to all of them at least four times.
They were ecstatic. "It's about time you two fessed up your feelings!" Parvati practically shouted. She was so happy, she couldn't stop talking about how Ron and her were going out and now Hermione and harry may also be too! When they'd all cleared off of her bed to go get ready to go to sleep she started writing in a small diary she'd been keeping since she started liking Harry, basically about first year. All she wrote about in it was Harry.
Some people may think she was obsessed, but to her, it was love. Soon they were all asleep so she crept out of her bed and walked (carefully of course) down the stairs to the common room. She stopped dead in her tracks at the end of the stairs and caught her breath, Harry was writing in the book! It was good she'd been going so carefully, if she hadn't, he would have heard her.
But she had thought that thought too soon, right then Harry turned and looked straight at her. "I never got a reply from her. I wrote her a very long letter last night and she never wrote back, usually she answers very late at night. I know that because I check every morning and if there isn't a reply then, I check at lunch, then again that evening. Why didn't she reply you ask? Because she was in the hospital wing, she hurt herself by falling down the stairs last night. I know it's you Hermione it has to be. It all that fits. And I want it to be you."
A/N: Hey faithful readers, this was written in, literally, a half an hour, I hope it's good, I just got an idea and HAD to run with it! PLEASE REVIEW!!!
Something had to be wrong, what was going on!? She could hear a heavy breeze blowing outside. She pulled the sheets back and slipped on her slippers. She walked to the large double doors, and pulled one of them open. She tiptoed out to the hall noticing that it wasn't lit. She kept walking down the stairs (keeping especially careful to not fall down another staircase), until she reached the Great Hall. It was empty, where was everyone? She headed toward the Gryffindor common room. Still not seeing anyone. Finally she ran into a dark hooded figure. It lowered it's hood to reveal Professor McGonagal.
"What are you doing walking around in the dark when we are having a lock down!?" she demanded. "I didn't know, I was in the Hospital Wing and I just woke up. What was that noise that I heard not five minutes ago?" "That was the sound of a very powerful spell being performed." "But professor, aren't all powerful spells disabled on the grounds?" she asked, totally bewildered (this had taken place after a boy was killed in her fifth year by Voldemort). "Yes, we have never seen this spell before. Please follow me to your common room Mrs. Granger, your fellow Gryffindors are waiting there." "Yes ma'am." "But Professor-" "Please Mrs. Granger, let us walk in silence."
When they reached the common room everyone jumped up to see her. They were very happy to see her well. They had been informed that she might not be well for another week or so just this late afternoon. Madame Pomfrey said that her injuries had gotten infected (her head had at least), and the skele-grow had done some very odd things to her arm.
But now, when she was standing in front of them, she looked fine. Hermione couldn't tell why they were so excited to see her, she had never received the information that they had, she had been in too deep of a sleep. The last person she'd talked to was Harry when she'd lied about not being the one writing the letters (it just wasn't the time to tell him). Across the room she saw Harry trying to shove his way toward her. She didn't see Ron anywhere, he was probably just behind everyone else next to Harry or something.
~*~*~
When Hermione walked in, Harry couldn't take his eyes off of her. She was so beautiful even with the bandages on her arm and head she was simply beautiful. He was worried now, she had said that she hadn't written the letters, and he had believed her, but he began to realize that he cared about her. A lot.
He tried to shove toward her when Professor McGonagal turned to leave almost two minutes after she'd walked in. Harry didn't know why there had been the lock down so he decided to ask,
"Professor?" "Yes Mr. Potter?" "Why was the lock down called?" "I believe your friend can tell you that."
And with that she turned to leave and a most amazed look crossed Hermione's face. Harry then jumped over the few people in front of him, grabbed Hermione and dragged him up to his room, locking the door behind them.
"What did she tell you?" "You don't even want to know how I am?" she said jokingly "Ok, how are you?" "Just kidding, all she said that a very powerful, new spell was just performed and that caused the lock down." "Wow, but I thought all powerful spells were disabled after the first year boy's incident two years ago?"
Hermione then continued to explain that the spell was a new one they had never seen before, and even more powerful. As she explained Harry got a look on his face that showed he was in deep thought. Finally he half shouted over the pounding on the door,
"Voldemort is back." "Yes, that's what I believe too. But how?" "I don't know. But Dumbledore will stop him." "Yes, he will."
He walked over to her and hugged her; it was the type of hug a couple would share. And a long kiss followed. Pulling apart she looked into his eyes.
"You may not be the one writing those letters to me, but I still believe that I care about you Hermione. I have for so long, I just don't think I was able to realize it until now."
~*~*~
She couldn't believe he'd just said that, it was the first time they had ever shared their feelings for each other, and she'd been feeling them for a long time. With that she smiled and walked out the door just as a confused look crossed his face, one that she did not see. Outside a large group of people had crowded around the door and as she opened it the one's that had had their ears pressed against it fell on top of her, pushing them off she continued to her room and didn't stop until she'd closed the door.
It was so quiet here, she could think now. She quietly changed into her nightclothes and slipped into the covers. Harry's kiss stayed on her lips, in her heart, and within her very soul for the rest of the night. All she could think of was her hope that it would not be the last. It was not yet eight o'clock and soon her fellow seventh year girls came into the room. Each one came over to her bed, taking their own seats around her. Soon she had told her story of the kiss to all of them at least four times.
They were ecstatic. "It's about time you two fessed up your feelings!" Parvati practically shouted. She was so happy, she couldn't stop talking about how Ron and her were going out and now Hermione and harry may also be too! When they'd all cleared off of her bed to go get ready to go to sleep she started writing in a small diary she'd been keeping since she started liking Harry, basically about first year. All she wrote about in it was Harry.
Some people may think she was obsessed, but to her, it was love. Soon they were all asleep so she crept out of her bed and walked (carefully of course) down the stairs to the common room. She stopped dead in her tracks at the end of the stairs and caught her breath, Harry was writing in the book! It was good she'd been going so carefully, if she hadn't, he would have heard her.
But she had thought that thought too soon, right then Harry turned and looked straight at her. "I never got a reply from her. I wrote her a very long letter last night and she never wrote back, usually she answers very late at night. I know that because I check every morning and if there isn't a reply then, I check at lunch, then again that evening. Why didn't she reply you ask? Because she was in the hospital wing, she hurt herself by falling down the stairs last night. I know it's you Hermione it has to be. It all that fits. And I want it to be you."
A/N: Hey faithful readers, this was written in, literally, a half an hour, I hope it's good, I just got an idea and HAD to run with it! PLEASE REVIEW!!!