CHAPTER SIX
Oops
The next day, it seemed everyone knew about Harry and Hermione. No one said it to their faces, but they walked past them talking to each other in hushed voices. But they didn't care; they were content in their own little world. They took more and more time to be just with each other. They still did things with Ron, of course. But, just the same, they still spent time together.
Late one night, they sat on the couch in front of the fire and were silent.
"Harry," Hermione said to him.
"Yes?"
"I love you." She said, not really knowing what to expect in return.
"I love you too." He said, kissing the top of her head gently. Hermione let out a sigh of relief and relaxed a little. Harry put his arm around her shoulder, and his other arm on the back of his neck.
"Your neck feeling ok?" she asked him.
"It's a little sore, that's all."
"I'll rub it for you." She said, getting up from the couch and walking behind him. Harry was right; his neck was a little tight, maybe more than a little.
"You under a lot of stress or something?" she asked him, rubbing his neck.
"A little. My grades are kind of slipping." He replied, bending forward so that she could get at a better angle.
"Why?"
"No reason, just haven't been studying as well as I used to." He replied. "But I got number forty right on my Charms homework!" this made her laugh, so she forgot about the situation for the time being.
Ron came down the stairs about ten minutes later, with a numb look about him.
"Ron?" asked Harry, standing up from the couch.
"Huh?" Ron said quietly, sitting down on the bottom step.
"Are you ok?"
"Not really."
"What happened?" asked Hermione.
"Everything." He replied.
"What do you mean, 'Everything'?" asked Harry.
"Me and Astrid...everything happened all at once...we didn't even think..." he babbled.
"Oh Ron, you didn't-"
"We did." He said, nodding his head slightly. Harry glanced up the stairs, to Ron and back again.
"Is Astrid still up there?" he asked.
"Yes, she is. I think she might be talking to-" then he looked up, a horrified look on his face. "Ginny! She'll blab everything to Mum!" he shouted, scrambling to his feet and running up the stairs. Hermione and Harry looked at each other for a second, then burst out laughing.
"Ron's dead!" exclaimed Harry.
"You think so? I was thinking more along the lines of; his children's children are grounded." She replied. Just then Ron ran down the stairs with Astrid at his heels. They stopped at the foot of the stairs and hesitated a moment.
"Uh...we're going to...um," stuttered Ron.
"The Quidditch pitch...Ron left something in his locker...I think." Said Astrid.
"Yeah, locker." And with that they climbed out the portrait hole and into the corridor.
"Why can't we do stuff like that?" asked Hermione.
"What? You're the one that said she wasn't ready."
"What about you? Are you ready?" she asked him.
"Hermione, I'm a seventeen year old guy. I've been ready for four years." This made Hermione chuckle.
"Are you sure?" she asked him.
"Yeah...Let's go now!" he said, grabbing her hand.
"Harry! Not NOW."
"When?" he said, with a pout.
"It's a surprise." She whispered in his ear. With that, she ran up the stairs to her dorm, leaving Harry alone in the common room. Then he smiled to himself. Had he just heard Hermione tell him that they could...yeah, she did.
"It's a surprise." Rang in his ears over and over again.
Oops
The next day, it seemed everyone knew about Harry and Hermione. No one said it to their faces, but they walked past them talking to each other in hushed voices. But they didn't care; they were content in their own little world. They took more and more time to be just with each other. They still did things with Ron, of course. But, just the same, they still spent time together.
Late one night, they sat on the couch in front of the fire and were silent.
"Harry," Hermione said to him.
"Yes?"
"I love you." She said, not really knowing what to expect in return.
"I love you too." He said, kissing the top of her head gently. Hermione let out a sigh of relief and relaxed a little. Harry put his arm around her shoulder, and his other arm on the back of his neck.
"Your neck feeling ok?" she asked him.
"It's a little sore, that's all."
"I'll rub it for you." She said, getting up from the couch and walking behind him. Harry was right; his neck was a little tight, maybe more than a little.
"You under a lot of stress or something?" she asked him, rubbing his neck.
"A little. My grades are kind of slipping." He replied, bending forward so that she could get at a better angle.
"Why?"
"No reason, just haven't been studying as well as I used to." He replied. "But I got number forty right on my Charms homework!" this made her laugh, so she forgot about the situation for the time being.
Ron came down the stairs about ten minutes later, with a numb look about him.
"Ron?" asked Harry, standing up from the couch.
"Huh?" Ron said quietly, sitting down on the bottom step.
"Are you ok?"
"Not really."
"What happened?" asked Hermione.
"Everything." He replied.
"What do you mean, 'Everything'?" asked Harry.
"Me and Astrid...everything happened all at once...we didn't even think..." he babbled.
"Oh Ron, you didn't-"
"We did." He said, nodding his head slightly. Harry glanced up the stairs, to Ron and back again.
"Is Astrid still up there?" he asked.
"Yes, she is. I think she might be talking to-" then he looked up, a horrified look on his face. "Ginny! She'll blab everything to Mum!" he shouted, scrambling to his feet and running up the stairs. Hermione and Harry looked at each other for a second, then burst out laughing.
"Ron's dead!" exclaimed Harry.
"You think so? I was thinking more along the lines of; his children's children are grounded." She replied. Just then Ron ran down the stairs with Astrid at his heels. They stopped at the foot of the stairs and hesitated a moment.
"Uh...we're going to...um," stuttered Ron.
"The Quidditch pitch...Ron left something in his locker...I think." Said Astrid.
"Yeah, locker." And with that they climbed out the portrait hole and into the corridor.
"Why can't we do stuff like that?" asked Hermione.
"What? You're the one that said she wasn't ready."
"What about you? Are you ready?" she asked him.
"Hermione, I'm a seventeen year old guy. I've been ready for four years." This made Hermione chuckle.
"Are you sure?" she asked him.
"Yeah...Let's go now!" he said, grabbing her hand.
"Harry! Not NOW."
"When?" he said, with a pout.
"It's a surprise." She whispered in his ear. With that, she ran up the stairs to her dorm, leaving Harry alone in the common room. Then he smiled to himself. Had he just heard Hermione tell him that they could...yeah, she did.
"It's a surprise." Rang in his ears over and over again.