Harry woke up, wondering where he was. His back hurt, and it felt
like his whole body was paralyzed. He tried to shift his arms but realized
he couldn't. Not without waking.then he realized someone was leaning
against him.
Hermione. And then everything came back to him. The dream. The dreams they both had. They were still on the stairs. He realized they must've have fallen asleep. In each other's arms. That thought gave Harry a weird sensation. Like he didn't want to move ever again. He was satisfied where he was.
Moonlight crept in from a window by the stairs, illuminating Hermione's face. Harry looked at her, memorizing her features. She looked so perfect, so beautiful. Raising his hand, without moving her, he slowly traced her face. Just like in his dream. Slowly and lightly he did this, as if he had all the time in the world.
His finger was on her lips now, feeling it's velvety softness.
Hermione's eyelids fluttered open. She looked up at Harry dreamily, yet knowing that this was real. It wasn't a dream. It was real.
Harry didn't move his finger from where it was.
Hermione smiled at him, and without changing her position, she released one of her arms from his waist, and used it to also trace his features. Her finger slowly rasped against his lightning scar and she became clearly aware that her dream might become real this time. He-Who- Must-Not-Be-Named might appear, but Hermione knew he wouldn't. Not now.
Harry realized he wasn't wearing his glasses.
And then, he was moving towards her, his finger now resting on her cheek. Their eyes met, his green and hers brown. And as their eyes closed, their lips met for their first kiss. It was gentle, soft and yet unyielding at the same time.
Harry caressed her face, her hair, and down to her neck.
Hermione shifted, moving closer to him. Her hands traveling up his body, wrapping themselves around his neck. He was just so strong and so wonderful. The kiss was the same as it was in the dream.
She felt him shiver and she knew. A tear slid down her cheek.
Harry's scar suddenly hurt and he knew. He felt his presence.
A tear slid down his cheek, and their tears met, as it fell on the stone cold floor.
And then,
"Avada Kedavra!"
Hermione. And then everything came back to him. The dream. The dreams they both had. They were still on the stairs. He realized they must've have fallen asleep. In each other's arms. That thought gave Harry a weird sensation. Like he didn't want to move ever again. He was satisfied where he was.
Moonlight crept in from a window by the stairs, illuminating Hermione's face. Harry looked at her, memorizing her features. She looked so perfect, so beautiful. Raising his hand, without moving her, he slowly traced her face. Just like in his dream. Slowly and lightly he did this, as if he had all the time in the world.
His finger was on her lips now, feeling it's velvety softness.
Hermione's eyelids fluttered open. She looked up at Harry dreamily, yet knowing that this was real. It wasn't a dream. It was real.
Harry didn't move his finger from where it was.
Hermione smiled at him, and without changing her position, she released one of her arms from his waist, and used it to also trace his features. Her finger slowly rasped against his lightning scar and she became clearly aware that her dream might become real this time. He-Who- Must-Not-Be-Named might appear, but Hermione knew he wouldn't. Not now.
Harry realized he wasn't wearing his glasses.
And then, he was moving towards her, his finger now resting on her cheek. Their eyes met, his green and hers brown. And as their eyes closed, their lips met for their first kiss. It was gentle, soft and yet unyielding at the same time.
Harry caressed her face, her hair, and down to her neck.
Hermione shifted, moving closer to him. Her hands traveling up his body, wrapping themselves around his neck. He was just so strong and so wonderful. The kiss was the same as it was in the dream.
She felt him shiver and she knew. A tear slid down her cheek.
Harry's scar suddenly hurt and he knew. He felt his presence.
A tear slid down his cheek, and their tears met, as it fell on the stone cold floor.
And then,
"Avada Kedavra!"