Chapter 5

Now I know what you are all thinking. How could Hermione ever do this to Harry, the one she has loved for so long? Well, that just builds the suspense up in the story. Tee Hee... *An evil grin spreads on her face.*
Hermione woke up that morning at 5. She sat up and rubbed her head. She felt real groggy and her head hurt terribly. "What happened last night?," she asked herself. After a couple of moments, she gasped, put her hand to her mouth and hit herself on the head. "Oh my gosh! Did I actually do that??!! How could I do this? How could I of done this to Harry?! I love Harry! WHY???!!!!" She flopped back down on her bed. Hermione was also grateful that no one else was in the dormitory to hear her scream she smuggled in her pillow.

Harry woke up in the Dormitory opposite of the girls. He looked outside at the beautiful snow. It had covered the school grounds totally that night and glistened in the sun that had just arose, splashing the sky with different shades of reds and oranges. "Beautiful," Harry whispered. "The perfect sunrise beginning the perfect day. No Dursleys, no loud students everywhere, just me and Hermione, on Christmas." He sighed and got out of bed. His feet connected with the cold stone floor, making him yelp. He grabbed his slippers and quickly slid them on his feet.

His cry had woken up Ron. "Oh, sorry if I woke you, Ron. Happy Christmas." "You, too," replied Ron. "So," Ron said to Harry with a sly look on his face. "What are you and Hermione going to do today? Lavender and I are going on a picnic (her choice) and then we are going to see the Beetle Girls live, a new group Lavender likes."

"Sounds like you are going to have fun," said Harry, smiling at his friend. "Here's your present." Harry tossed a bag to Ron. Ron seized it and opened it. It was a gift card for the Quidditch supplies store in Hogsmade. "Oh wow!," cried Ron. He looked up at his slightly rich friend.

"Thanks a lot! Here's your gift. It's not as great as this but it's the best I could do." Ron passed him a package that was sticking up at odd angles. Harry grabbed it with difficulty and opened it.

"Wow," said Harry, holding a gift that looked like it had been through a lawnmower. "What is it?," he asked, hoping he wouldn't offend his long time friend. "It's a portable back massager," Ron replied. Harry, not knowing how the odd contraption worked, gave Ron a strange glace showing his confusion.

Ron got off the bed and walked over to Harry, grabbing the disfigured object. He put it on his shoulders. Harry was about to ask if it was broken when the thing melted and went down Ron's shirt, spreading his back with what looked like a blue gooze. Ron began to have a dazed look. "It feels great," he said. "Could put you right to sleep." He tapped the ooze three times and it hardened back up into the disarranged thing, sitting on his shoulders. Ron reached up and took it off, handing it to Harry.

Harry took the thing and put it on his shoulders like Ron had done. All of a sudden, a cold fluid went down his back and started to move. Harry felt like he was in heaven as the goo massaged his back and shoulder muscles. Ron tapped the device for him and said, "Shouldn't you go wake up your love and give her her present?"

Harry rubbed his shoulders, enjoying the feeling he was experiencing after the gooze massaged his back. "Ok, I'm going," he mumbled. He walked to the doorway. "Hey," Ron cried. "Aren't you going to give her her gift? No package or anything?" "Nope," Harry said with a smile. He walked out of the room leaving Ron very confused.

Harry found Hermione carefully opening her packages, reading the cards she had received and admiring the gift she had just unwrapped. Harry stood in the doorway just watching and taking in her beauty. 'You are a lucky man,' Harry told himself. 'Very lucky.' He walked over to her bedside, startling her. "Harry!" Hermione exclaimed. "Happy Christmas." "Happy Christmas, love," Harry replied, sitting next to her and putting his arms around her.

They kissed for the longest time, holding on to each other and enjoying each others company on the glorious morning. Later, Ron knocked on their door, telling them that they should get breakfast. Hermione and Harry split apart, grasped each others hands tightly and walked out to join Ron and Lavender.

The group went down to the dinning hall, talking about the gifts they had gotten and what they were going to do that day. After Hermione had learned of what Ron and Lavender were going to do, she turned to Harry and asked, "Well, what are we going to do today?" "You'll see," Harry whispered in her ear, making her giggle from the tickle she had received from Harry's breath and gripping him around his middle as he wrapped his arms around hers.

When they entered the hall, Professor Dumbledore, Flitwick, McGonagall, Snape, Sprout, Hagrid and ... "Professor Lupin!" Harry cried, rushing to his old Defense against the Dark Arts teacher in his third year. The teacher, looking much healthier then the last time Harry had seen him, greeted Harry with a hug that a father would give his son.

After Lupin had received and given his greetings to the others, the group sat down for breakfast. It was a wonderful meal. The House Elves had overdone themselves. The meal included eggs, sausages, French toast, bacon, hash browns, and much more, filling the group up until they could eat no more. "So," Harry asked Lupin during their meal. "Why are you here?" "I'm helping to protect the school from Voldemort, of course," he replied. Half the table shuddered at the name but continued eating their food anyways without discussion. Harry left it at that, afraid that he would get on the bad side of people if the name of you-know-who was mentioned.

After they were finished, Harry took a hold of Hermione and prepared to tell her what they were doing that day.

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