The next morning Hermione rolled over in her sleep which her new positioning caused her to wake up because a beam of light shot through the curtains of her bed and landed on her face. She squinted and blinked into the light waiting for her eyes to adjust to the light. It took her a moment for her vision to go from the fuzzy shapes to the details of her surroundings. She looked outside and saw that there was a light snow over night. Just enough that the world seemed to be blanketed in white. Just lying there was very comfortable to Hermione because her blankets were warm from her sleeping in them and she could here the soft fire crackling of a fire in her fire place that Harry must have started for her. It was quite cozy in her room just playing over all her thoughts when she was rudely awakened from her daydreams.
Harry opened the curtains quite dramatically letting all the sunshine to enter through the windows land upon Hermione who closed her eyes in protest to the bright light. Harry just laughed and jumped on the bed and started to tickle her showing no mercy. "Come on sleepy head its time to get up. Its already 10:30!" Hermione couldn't answer since she didn't have enough air to form a sentence. She was to busy laughing.
Finally when Harry thought she was sufficiently awakened he got up out of the bed and dragged her out of bed. "Harry! Come on. I must look dreadful. Come on Harry. I am in my pajamas. Harry where are you taking me?"
Harry would not answer her though. He just silently led her to the dining room where she was stunned for the hundredth time. Harry had made a large array of breakfast foods including bacon, eggs, toast, pancakes and much much more. "I had to repay you for the amazing dinner last night. I did have an advantage though since I was able to go to the store. What do you think?"
"It looks delicious" Hermione exclaimed happily. She sat down and started to dish her plate full with a bit of everything. "This is so good. I did not know you could cook so well."
Harry blushed at the compliment but had to collect himself quickly so she didn't notice, but she did. "Well, didn't you know I am not just the boy who lived, why I am also the boy who cooks." He smiled one his smiles at her which made Hemiones insides melt. She giggled though at the joke. "And an answer to an earlier comment you do not look in the least bit dreadful and those pj's are quite becoming Miss Granger." That caused Hermione to go into another fit of giggles and her face to turn a deep crimson.
They continued there breakfast like this joking and laughing. It felt like old times at Hogwarts eating and joking in the great hall on a Saturday morning. The only thing missing was Ron and from the look in Harry's eyes he was thinking along those lines. Although he seemed perfectly normal and happy sometimes a dark cloud would come upon his face as he thought about his past. This of course did not slip past Hermione but they would not let these thoughts ruin the fun and laughter. Finally Hermione stood and started to clear away the dishes, ignoring Harry's protests. She told him to go and do whatever while she cleaned up. After all He had cooked and she felt obligated to help somewhat .
Harry laughed to himself and walked off to the living room. He grabbed one of his favorite books, quidditch through the ages, and went to his room to lay down and read for awhile. Harry felt at peace hearing the bustling and clanging of dishes in the kitchen He felt so content just laying there reading. He could get used to this. Not long after Hermione joined him with one of her favorite books, Hogwarts a History.
"Come on Hermione, why do you still read that book. You do not even attend Hogwarts anymore. Why would you need to read it anyways. You already know everything in that book. Actually you knew every fact from that book by heart on your FIRST day of school in your FIRST year." Harry laughed at her when he caught sight of the book as she crawled into bed. Surprisingly, Hermione laid down next to Harry and curled up nice and close to him. Harry liked it and decided to show this by putting his arm around Hermione's shoulder to pull her even closer.
"Well, Harry if you read it you would understand that it is quite interesting history, not to mention it is always updating itself. What about you? I would expect that you would have that book memorized by now. You already know all the quidditch facts by heart Mr. Hypocrite," Hermione countered.
"Well, if you read it you would understand that it is the most fascinating book that it updates all the time detailing new games and everything there is to know about quidditch." Harry mimicked in his most Hermione sounding voice.
Hermione laughed and just smacked his arm. Then she had an idea. "Ok then why don't you read Hogwarts, a History and I will read quidditch through the ages."
Harry looked at her thoughtfully, pretending he was thinking about the deal but was actually using this time to study her pretty face, trying to memorize every detail. "It's a deal then."
They laughed and swapped books and start reading. Both wouldn't admit it right away but they were actually enjoying the books a lot. It was actually a really sweet scene. Hermione was snuggled up close to Harry who had his arm around her. There legs were entwined while there feet were rubbing against each other to keep them warm. It didn't occur to them to pull over the blanket. Soon it did get pretty cold in the room but Harry had a simple solution to that which was to start a fire.
The two of them stayed in this state almost all day. When Harry heard his and Hermione's stomach grumble he just summoned some food in from the kitchen which pulled them away from the books to enjoy a meal in bed with each other. Hermione accused Harry of showing off when he summoned the food which started a long and heated argument which ended with both of them surrendering and laying back down with each other while they read their books more.
After many hours of reading straight Hermione and Harry decided it was time for them to go to bed. Hermione went to her room as Harry lay there listening to Hermione get ready for bed. He concentrated with all his might on his surroundings but the flashbacks came and his thoughts drifted to the thought, "Exactly three years ago tomorrow Ron and Sirius died." That of course was not a comforting thought to go to sleep to and it left Harry going into a restless sleep.
On the other side of the hallway was Hermione laying in bed having similar thoughts. She remembered that tomorrow was the anniversary of Ron and Sirius's death but unlike Harry she did not have a memory of what happened. They were off on the final battle between good versus evil. Unluckily Voldemort's final curse had hit Hermione and which threw her back against a tree where she had knocked her head so hard that she lost memory of the battle. She did not remember any of the battle in which Dumbledore, Sirius, Lupin, Ron, Harry, and herself were in. Out of those people Sirius and Ron were the ones who did not make it out alive. Hermione had pleaded with Harry for the details of the battle in which the light side had won but he refused. Harry thought Hermione was lucky for not remembering, he didn't want her to have the nightmares, because if he told her it could trigger something in Hermione's brain which all the memories would come back to her.
After Harry refused to tell her anything, she had gone to Dumbledore and Lupin and begged them to tell her but Harry got to them first. They told her they were under strict orders from Harry to not tell her a single detail. She understood that it had been horrific battle because of how much Harry's eyes darkened at anything that brought up that battle and they way he acted for months after the incident. It was incredibly painful she understood but she wanted to relieve Harry of some of that pain but it seemed he wanted to protect her. She loved it that Harry wanted to protect her but she didn't want to have him carry the burden alone.
All these thoughts went swarming through her head bogging her thinking capability. She wasn't even able to organize these thoughts. All she could do was let the weight pull her down into a deep slumber.
Later that night Hermione was woken up from her sound sleep from the crying and yelling in Harry's room. Alarmed, Hermione went to check on Harry. On her way out she checked her clock and saw that it was 2:30 a.m. but it didn't seem to register that it was now three years from that one tragic day. All her thoughts were focused on Harry at the moment and getting to him to make sure that he was ok. She ran to Harry's room and slowly opened the door quietly. The sight in front of her brought tears to Hermione's eyes. It was Harry having a nightmare but he was all sweaty, with a look of deep sadness on his face. He was crying full out and it made Hermione choke up.
She crawled into his bed and tried to wake Harry up. Finally after much shaking and yelling she tried to talk to him normally to wake him and it worked. It woke him up. Harry's eyes looked into Hermione's with shock and realization that it all had been a dream, but only if it had been a dream in real life.
There was so much sadness in the usually sparkling emerald eyes, now they were a blunt green holding much grief. When Harry looked into the loving cinnamon eyes that were Hermione he broke down again and started to cry. All Hermione could do was hug Harry tightly, stroke his hair and say comforting soothing words that a mother would speak to a child.
Soon Hermione started to break down at the thought that Ron and Sirius died 3 years ago to this day. Just a couple of minutes later they were both crying uncontrollably not able to give the other any comfort. That's how they finally fell asleep. Crying into each others shoulder while wrapping themselves around each other.
(A/N) that was kind of how I ended one of my chapters from my other story and I didn't even mean for it to be that way. Lol. Well what do you think people. R/R. Is it still a good story in which I should continue. I would like to thank those that have reviewed. I have 11 reviews. Woohoo. I know that is not much of an accomplishment for most of you writers but for me it is. It is kind of ironic but the story I have been working on for months and has 16 chapters but the story that has three chapters and I started a couple of days ago has more reviews than the 16 chapter story. Well, read both if you can. The next chapter will probably will be even sappier and should be out in the next couple of days. I already have it finished in my head I just have to type it out. It shouldn't take long. I will tell you the next chapter will have the details of the battle and maybe some h/h action. Woohoo. Ok thanks again to the readers and please review.
Harry opened the curtains quite dramatically letting all the sunshine to enter through the windows land upon Hermione who closed her eyes in protest to the bright light. Harry just laughed and jumped on the bed and started to tickle her showing no mercy. "Come on sleepy head its time to get up. Its already 10:30!" Hermione couldn't answer since she didn't have enough air to form a sentence. She was to busy laughing.
Finally when Harry thought she was sufficiently awakened he got up out of the bed and dragged her out of bed. "Harry! Come on. I must look dreadful. Come on Harry. I am in my pajamas. Harry where are you taking me?"
Harry would not answer her though. He just silently led her to the dining room where she was stunned for the hundredth time. Harry had made a large array of breakfast foods including bacon, eggs, toast, pancakes and much much more. "I had to repay you for the amazing dinner last night. I did have an advantage though since I was able to go to the store. What do you think?"
"It looks delicious" Hermione exclaimed happily. She sat down and started to dish her plate full with a bit of everything. "This is so good. I did not know you could cook so well."
Harry blushed at the compliment but had to collect himself quickly so she didn't notice, but she did. "Well, didn't you know I am not just the boy who lived, why I am also the boy who cooks." He smiled one his smiles at her which made Hemiones insides melt. She giggled though at the joke. "And an answer to an earlier comment you do not look in the least bit dreadful and those pj's are quite becoming Miss Granger." That caused Hermione to go into another fit of giggles and her face to turn a deep crimson.
They continued there breakfast like this joking and laughing. It felt like old times at Hogwarts eating and joking in the great hall on a Saturday morning. The only thing missing was Ron and from the look in Harry's eyes he was thinking along those lines. Although he seemed perfectly normal and happy sometimes a dark cloud would come upon his face as he thought about his past. This of course did not slip past Hermione but they would not let these thoughts ruin the fun and laughter. Finally Hermione stood and started to clear away the dishes, ignoring Harry's protests. She told him to go and do whatever while she cleaned up. After all He had cooked and she felt obligated to help somewhat .
Harry laughed to himself and walked off to the living room. He grabbed one of his favorite books, quidditch through the ages, and went to his room to lay down and read for awhile. Harry felt at peace hearing the bustling and clanging of dishes in the kitchen He felt so content just laying there reading. He could get used to this. Not long after Hermione joined him with one of her favorite books, Hogwarts a History.
"Come on Hermione, why do you still read that book. You do not even attend Hogwarts anymore. Why would you need to read it anyways. You already know everything in that book. Actually you knew every fact from that book by heart on your FIRST day of school in your FIRST year." Harry laughed at her when he caught sight of the book as she crawled into bed. Surprisingly, Hermione laid down next to Harry and curled up nice and close to him. Harry liked it and decided to show this by putting his arm around Hermione's shoulder to pull her even closer.
"Well, Harry if you read it you would understand that it is quite interesting history, not to mention it is always updating itself. What about you? I would expect that you would have that book memorized by now. You already know all the quidditch facts by heart Mr. Hypocrite," Hermione countered.
"Well, if you read it you would understand that it is the most fascinating book that it updates all the time detailing new games and everything there is to know about quidditch." Harry mimicked in his most Hermione sounding voice.
Hermione laughed and just smacked his arm. Then she had an idea. "Ok then why don't you read Hogwarts, a History and I will read quidditch through the ages."
Harry looked at her thoughtfully, pretending he was thinking about the deal but was actually using this time to study her pretty face, trying to memorize every detail. "It's a deal then."
They laughed and swapped books and start reading. Both wouldn't admit it right away but they were actually enjoying the books a lot. It was actually a really sweet scene. Hermione was snuggled up close to Harry who had his arm around her. There legs were entwined while there feet were rubbing against each other to keep them warm. It didn't occur to them to pull over the blanket. Soon it did get pretty cold in the room but Harry had a simple solution to that which was to start a fire.
The two of them stayed in this state almost all day. When Harry heard his and Hermione's stomach grumble he just summoned some food in from the kitchen which pulled them away from the books to enjoy a meal in bed with each other. Hermione accused Harry of showing off when he summoned the food which started a long and heated argument which ended with both of them surrendering and laying back down with each other while they read their books more.
After many hours of reading straight Hermione and Harry decided it was time for them to go to bed. Hermione went to her room as Harry lay there listening to Hermione get ready for bed. He concentrated with all his might on his surroundings but the flashbacks came and his thoughts drifted to the thought, "Exactly three years ago tomorrow Ron and Sirius died." That of course was not a comforting thought to go to sleep to and it left Harry going into a restless sleep.
On the other side of the hallway was Hermione laying in bed having similar thoughts. She remembered that tomorrow was the anniversary of Ron and Sirius's death but unlike Harry she did not have a memory of what happened. They were off on the final battle between good versus evil. Unluckily Voldemort's final curse had hit Hermione and which threw her back against a tree where she had knocked her head so hard that she lost memory of the battle. She did not remember any of the battle in which Dumbledore, Sirius, Lupin, Ron, Harry, and herself were in. Out of those people Sirius and Ron were the ones who did not make it out alive. Hermione had pleaded with Harry for the details of the battle in which the light side had won but he refused. Harry thought Hermione was lucky for not remembering, he didn't want her to have the nightmares, because if he told her it could trigger something in Hermione's brain which all the memories would come back to her.
After Harry refused to tell her anything, she had gone to Dumbledore and Lupin and begged them to tell her but Harry got to them first. They told her they were under strict orders from Harry to not tell her a single detail. She understood that it had been horrific battle because of how much Harry's eyes darkened at anything that brought up that battle and they way he acted for months after the incident. It was incredibly painful she understood but she wanted to relieve Harry of some of that pain but it seemed he wanted to protect her. She loved it that Harry wanted to protect her but she didn't want to have him carry the burden alone.
All these thoughts went swarming through her head bogging her thinking capability. She wasn't even able to organize these thoughts. All she could do was let the weight pull her down into a deep slumber.
Later that night Hermione was woken up from her sound sleep from the crying and yelling in Harry's room. Alarmed, Hermione went to check on Harry. On her way out she checked her clock and saw that it was 2:30 a.m. but it didn't seem to register that it was now three years from that one tragic day. All her thoughts were focused on Harry at the moment and getting to him to make sure that he was ok. She ran to Harry's room and slowly opened the door quietly. The sight in front of her brought tears to Hermione's eyes. It was Harry having a nightmare but he was all sweaty, with a look of deep sadness on his face. He was crying full out and it made Hermione choke up.
She crawled into his bed and tried to wake Harry up. Finally after much shaking and yelling she tried to talk to him normally to wake him and it worked. It woke him up. Harry's eyes looked into Hermione's with shock and realization that it all had been a dream, but only if it had been a dream in real life.
There was so much sadness in the usually sparkling emerald eyes, now they were a blunt green holding much grief. When Harry looked into the loving cinnamon eyes that were Hermione he broke down again and started to cry. All Hermione could do was hug Harry tightly, stroke his hair and say comforting soothing words that a mother would speak to a child.
Soon Hermione started to break down at the thought that Ron and Sirius died 3 years ago to this day. Just a couple of minutes later they were both crying uncontrollably not able to give the other any comfort. That's how they finally fell asleep. Crying into each others shoulder while wrapping themselves around each other.
(A/N) that was kind of how I ended one of my chapters from my other story and I didn't even mean for it to be that way. Lol. Well what do you think people. R/R. Is it still a good story in which I should continue. I would like to thank those that have reviewed. I have 11 reviews. Woohoo. I know that is not much of an accomplishment for most of you writers but for me it is. It is kind of ironic but the story I have been working on for months and has 16 chapters but the story that has three chapters and I started a couple of days ago has more reviews than the 16 chapter story. Well, read both if you can. The next chapter will probably will be even sappier and should be out in the next couple of days. I already have it finished in my head I just have to type it out. It shouldn't take long. I will tell you the next chapter will have the details of the battle and maybe some h/h action. Woohoo. Ok thanks again to the readers and please review.