Chapter two: APOLOGIES AND DECISIONS
Hermione rolled over at the sound of her alarm clock, and she slammed her hand down against that irritating machine, hoping that her hand would find the sleep button. She could not find it and she sighed in frustration and sat up in bed, knowing that she should probably get up anyway if she didn't want to eat a rushed breakfast. Hermione gasped as she saw Harry sitting at the foot of her bed.
"Harry! What are you doing here?"
"I am waiting to take you to breakfast."
"Oh," she slid out of bed quickly and rummaged through her drawers in search of pants and her robes. "I won't keep you waiting long."
As Hermione turned to go into the bathroom Harry walked over to her and took her hand in his own. "Did you have anymore nightmares last night?"
Hermione shook her head. "I am sorry Harry about how I treated you last night. It was very late and when it is late I am incapable of thinking."
Harry squeezed her hand and smiled down at her. "Don't worry, I am sure that you didn't mean it. I wasn't trying to force you to turn Krum in, but I honestly think it would be best."
Hermione sighed and she bent over to remove her slippers. "Harry, you were right. I am sorry. I was just too upset and tired to realize it then. Krum can't hurt me now, but I must keep him from hurting others."
"Now who's playing hero?" teased Harry.
"Harry, don't tease."
"All right, I won't," he promised. "Now go change, I am extremely hungry."
Hermione released his hand and hurried into the bathroom. Five minutes later she returned and she expected to find Harry waiting for her, but he was no where to be seen.
"Harry? Harry?" she asked, hoping that he hadn't left because she had been taking so long.
"Boo!" she heard someone shout, as their hands covered her eyes. "Guess who!"
"Ummmm, I don't know," Hermione played along. "The only person I can think of is. Harry!"
"Ah come on, you're no fun," Harry complained good-naturedly.
"Okay Mr. Potter, let's go eat."
"That's a wonderful idea Miss Granger," he turned to face her. "Want to race?"
"All right," Hermione grabbed a piece of clothing as a mock flag, twirled it once, then shouted "GO!" Then she hastily dropped the "flag" and raced Harry to the staircase.
"I won!" they both gasped for breath.
"No. I won!"
"Okay, it doesn't matter who won Harry, but we are acting like we are three," Hermione admonished him.
"Oh, you seemed to be curious who won too," said Harry, then he grabbed her waist and began to tickle her.
"Hey Harry, stop it!" Hermione finally managed to say between laughs.
"You really are no fun you know," Harry teased her.
"Well I am sorry if that is so, now let's go, I am hungry too you know," Hermione pulled herself out of Harry's grasp, and then they walked together to the great hall eager to eat sausage and bacon.
Hermione planned to inform Dumbledore about her nightmare after school hours, and she intended to let him know that what happened in the dream really did happen. Krum could not get away with using the cruciatus curse, and Harry had helped her to acknowledge that.
Hermione rolled over at the sound of her alarm clock, and she slammed her hand down against that irritating machine, hoping that her hand would find the sleep button. She could not find it and she sighed in frustration and sat up in bed, knowing that she should probably get up anyway if she didn't want to eat a rushed breakfast. Hermione gasped as she saw Harry sitting at the foot of her bed.
"Harry! What are you doing here?"
"I am waiting to take you to breakfast."
"Oh," she slid out of bed quickly and rummaged through her drawers in search of pants and her robes. "I won't keep you waiting long."
As Hermione turned to go into the bathroom Harry walked over to her and took her hand in his own. "Did you have anymore nightmares last night?"
Hermione shook her head. "I am sorry Harry about how I treated you last night. It was very late and when it is late I am incapable of thinking."
Harry squeezed her hand and smiled down at her. "Don't worry, I am sure that you didn't mean it. I wasn't trying to force you to turn Krum in, but I honestly think it would be best."
Hermione sighed and she bent over to remove her slippers. "Harry, you were right. I am sorry. I was just too upset and tired to realize it then. Krum can't hurt me now, but I must keep him from hurting others."
"Now who's playing hero?" teased Harry.
"Harry, don't tease."
"All right, I won't," he promised. "Now go change, I am extremely hungry."
Hermione released his hand and hurried into the bathroom. Five minutes later she returned and she expected to find Harry waiting for her, but he was no where to be seen.
"Harry? Harry?" she asked, hoping that he hadn't left because she had been taking so long.
"Boo!" she heard someone shout, as their hands covered her eyes. "Guess who!"
"Ummmm, I don't know," Hermione played along. "The only person I can think of is. Harry!"
"Ah come on, you're no fun," Harry complained good-naturedly.
"Okay Mr. Potter, let's go eat."
"That's a wonderful idea Miss Granger," he turned to face her. "Want to race?"
"All right," Hermione grabbed a piece of clothing as a mock flag, twirled it once, then shouted "GO!" Then she hastily dropped the "flag" and raced Harry to the staircase.
"I won!" they both gasped for breath.
"No. I won!"
"Okay, it doesn't matter who won Harry, but we are acting like we are three," Hermione admonished him.
"Oh, you seemed to be curious who won too," said Harry, then he grabbed her waist and began to tickle her.
"Hey Harry, stop it!" Hermione finally managed to say between laughs.
"You really are no fun you know," Harry teased her.
"Well I am sorry if that is so, now let's go, I am hungry too you know," Hermione pulled herself out of Harry's grasp, and then they walked together to the great hall eager to eat sausage and bacon.
Hermione planned to inform Dumbledore about her nightmare after school hours, and she intended to let him know that what happened in the dream really did happen. Krum could not get away with using the cruciatus curse, and Harry had helped her to acknowledge that.