Harry stared at the door to the girl's dormitory. Without hesitation,
he knocked on the door.
A second later, Hermione opened it. She raised her eyebrows, concern all over her face. "What's the matter, Harry? Are you all right?"
"Absolutely," he replied. "May I come in?"
His question sounded innocent enough, Hermione thought. Then she scolded herself. Of course, Harry no bad intentions whatsoever. He was probably just curious what the girl's dormitory looked like. She nodded and stepped aside to let him in, "All right. Come in."
Harry stepped over the threshold. He looked around. The girl's dormitory basically looked the same as the boy's. But that didn't matter. Turning back to Hermione, he pushed the door, closing it behind her. He was standing a step away from her and Hermione backed on the door.
"Harry?" she whispered, almost frightened.
And yet, not so.
Harry took that one last step toward her. She was so near him now. Very near that if he moved his hand, he would definitely touch hers. And he did move his hand. And as his hand moved up her arm, he just noticed her arms were bare. She was wearing a white cotton nightgown with trimmed laces. She looked beautiful.
Hermione only watched Harry as he did this.
Sliding his hand up her arm, Harry felt her smooth skin. Then he trailed a finger around her neck, then up her neck, to her face. With the back of his hand, he felt her cheek. With the tip of his finger, he touched her nose and then, his finger found what it was seeking for.
Her lips were moist, soft even. Harry wondered how it would feel kissing her. He looked at her intently as his fingers traveled all over her lips.
Hermione trembled at his touch.
Harry stopped at her lips. He looked into her eyes, and slowly, ever so slowly, bent his head toward her.
Hermione did a slow intake of breath. "Harry, no. Wait," she whispered.
Harry nodded, looking hurt and sad, and as he started to back away, Hermione reached for his hand. "No. I meant," she mumbled and then reaching up, she took his glasses and placed them on the table beside the door.
Harry grinned.
And then, once more, he bent his head. Their lips touched, and Hermione gasped. Harry caught her lips and then he was kissing her.
His hands cupped her face, gently deepening the kiss in the process, and then his hands went down to her hips, pulling her closer, kissing her again. And again.
Hermione kissed him back. Her hands came up behind his back, then up his neck where she clasped her hands together, also pulling him close to her. The kiss lasted for so long and Hermione didn't want it to end. Harry didn't want it to end.
And when they broke apart, they were both breathing hard. His hands rested on her hips, and her hands rested on his neck. They stared at each other, looking at each other's eyes.
"Oh, Harry," Hermione whispered pulling him close once more. And just as their lips met once more, the door exploded behind Hermione. A cloaked man stood behind, holding a wand.
"Avada Kedavra!" the man screamed pointing it at Hermione.
Hearing the words, Harry saw terror and sadness in Hermione's eyes before she suddenly crumpled against him. Shaking, Harry looked at the lifeless form of Hermione in his arms.
"Noooooooooooo!!!" Harry screamed.
The cloaked man was suddenly gone.
A second later, Hermione opened it. She raised her eyebrows, concern all over her face. "What's the matter, Harry? Are you all right?"
"Absolutely," he replied. "May I come in?"
His question sounded innocent enough, Hermione thought. Then she scolded herself. Of course, Harry no bad intentions whatsoever. He was probably just curious what the girl's dormitory looked like. She nodded and stepped aside to let him in, "All right. Come in."
Harry stepped over the threshold. He looked around. The girl's dormitory basically looked the same as the boy's. But that didn't matter. Turning back to Hermione, he pushed the door, closing it behind her. He was standing a step away from her and Hermione backed on the door.
"Harry?" she whispered, almost frightened.
And yet, not so.
Harry took that one last step toward her. She was so near him now. Very near that if he moved his hand, he would definitely touch hers. And he did move his hand. And as his hand moved up her arm, he just noticed her arms were bare. She was wearing a white cotton nightgown with trimmed laces. She looked beautiful.
Hermione only watched Harry as he did this.
Sliding his hand up her arm, Harry felt her smooth skin. Then he trailed a finger around her neck, then up her neck, to her face. With the back of his hand, he felt her cheek. With the tip of his finger, he touched her nose and then, his finger found what it was seeking for.
Her lips were moist, soft even. Harry wondered how it would feel kissing her. He looked at her intently as his fingers traveled all over her lips.
Hermione trembled at his touch.
Harry stopped at her lips. He looked into her eyes, and slowly, ever so slowly, bent his head toward her.
Hermione did a slow intake of breath. "Harry, no. Wait," she whispered.
Harry nodded, looking hurt and sad, and as he started to back away, Hermione reached for his hand. "No. I meant," she mumbled and then reaching up, she took his glasses and placed them on the table beside the door.
Harry grinned.
And then, once more, he bent his head. Their lips touched, and Hermione gasped. Harry caught her lips and then he was kissing her.
His hands cupped her face, gently deepening the kiss in the process, and then his hands went down to her hips, pulling her closer, kissing her again. And again.
Hermione kissed him back. Her hands came up behind his back, then up his neck where she clasped her hands together, also pulling him close to her. The kiss lasted for so long and Hermione didn't want it to end. Harry didn't want it to end.
And when they broke apart, they were both breathing hard. His hands rested on her hips, and her hands rested on his neck. They stared at each other, looking at each other's eyes.
"Oh, Harry," Hermione whispered pulling him close once more. And just as their lips met once more, the door exploded behind Hermione. A cloaked man stood behind, holding a wand.
"Avada Kedavra!" the man screamed pointing it at Hermione.
Hearing the words, Harry saw terror and sadness in Hermione's eyes before she suddenly crumpled against him. Shaking, Harry looked at the lifeless form of Hermione in his arms.
"Noooooooooooo!!!" Harry screamed.
The cloaked man was suddenly gone.