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AN: I was away for a little while so sorry about not updating. If you have any ideas for plot since this one is weak let me know where you want the story to go. Review I want to have 20!!!! Thank you for reviewing those of you who have already taken it pone themselves.
A Dance of Satisfaction
Chapter 8:
Hermione held the book at an awkward angle. Harry took the book and turned for the door. He was mentally beating himself up for having acted so brashly. He had no idea what Hermione thought of him. Their relationship up to this point had been that of siblings. He reached for the knob and paused to scratch his head. He again reached for the serpent knob and turned it.
"Wait!" Hermione called in a strangled voice. Harry took a step backwards and pulled the door open. " Harry!" Hermione called in a closer to normal voice. He walked out of the room and then abruptly turned and faced her.
Her expression was unreadable; she avoided his stare and talked looking at his feet. "Why did you do that Harry?" He shrugged his shoulders in a defeated movement. Hermione looked up briefly and meet his gaze. His face was unhappy but his eyes revealed relief to be done hiding his subconscious yearnings. "Harry," she began clearing her throat, " that is NOT what friends do," Harry forced a smile at her attempt of humor. "I care about you a lot but not in a romantic sense,"
"Hermione, you care about a lot of things such as books and house elves," Harry said with an edge of callous in his tone, " I don't think that I put things together, but somehow my body knew that you do care about me in 'that' way. Why did you read my book when you knew what it would be about? Why did you hug me? And for god sake why did you pick up my kickers?" Hermione sat on the bed and looked at the book that Harry was angrily waving about, emphasizing his point.
"Harry, I need to think," Hermione choked out in a painful tear laced voice. Harry took the handle firmly in his hand and this time walked out of the door heated and foul. He entered his room further down the hall.
Ron sat on his bed rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. " What's that you've got there?" he asked sleepily point at the Green book still held in Harry's arms. Harry threw it into the last trunk compartment and again locked it.
" Nothing," He muttered. He turned to face Ron and explain but he found, Ron had again fallen back to sleep pulling the orange blanket up above his head. Harry collapsed onto his bed and began to read a book that he had gotten for his birthday: Magical Creatures and their Powers. Hagrid had sent it with a note that said he would really love it if the trio took Care of Magical Creatures at Newt Level. Ron again began to stir at 10:00.
"Oi, Harry, what time did I turn in last night?" Ron asked with an air of concern.
"I'm not sure," Harry answered.
"Harry, I think that I have gone eight hours on an empty stomach," Ron said with a grin.
Harry and Ron trooped down the stairs to the kitchen. They found evidence of another meeting of the order by way of plates stacked sky high in the sink being clean by a sponge and towel. At the table sat an exhausted Mrs. Weasley, Fred, George, Ginny and Hermione.
Hermione looked slightly detached and she quickly got up from the table. She put on a huge fake smile and excused herself to go and freshen up. Harry, a normally dainty eater, piled food on his plate to match Ron's. Ron ate a sausage and Harry ate a sausage. It was as if they were having an eating contest but neither were aware of it. " Mum you're going to have to make more food if these two keep up at the rate their going." Fred said. Harry looked down at his plate. It was quite true there was enough food for ten people on his plate alone.
"They are just growing boys," George said, " Growing from side to side." Ron did not seem in the least embarrassed about the amount of food he was consuming. Harry looked down at his food again and pushed all of his food on to Ginny's plate and walked out of the kitchen. He walked up the stone steps and as he entered the hall where the portraits of the Black family had hung he felt himself being tugged into a curtained area where a deeply framed portrait had hung flush to the wall.
He felt arms wrap around his middle and felt a head fly by his own. He then felt the body racked by sobs. Hermione' s head leaned against his chest. He remanded ridged and silent waiting for an explanation. "Harry d-don't you s- see?" Hermione sobbed, "If you hadn't done what you did." She wailed, " Now we can't just be friends." At this Harry dropped his arms to his side and detached Hermione. They stared at each other in the dark.
"What do you want from me?" Harry asked, " Do you want me to say sorry for kissing you? Well, I truly reget that."
"It doesn't fix it!" Hermione insisted.
"Well then what do you want?" Harry asked confused.
"I want to wake up and have everything back to normal," Hermione cried.
"Fine, let's just pretend that it never happened," Harry tried.
Hermione nodded in agreement. And then leaned in and gave Harry a hug. She turned her head up and their lips met for the second time that day. Harry pulled away quickly as his scar began to sear. He looked into Hermione' s eyes. "Well I don't see why you can't come out as a pair," said a familiar voice from behind them.
AN: I was away for a little while so sorry about not updating. If you have any ideas for plot since this one is weak let me know where you want the story to go. Review I want to have 20!!!! Thank you for reviewing those of you who have already taken it pone themselves.
A Dance of Satisfaction
Chapter 8:
Hermione held the book at an awkward angle. Harry took the book and turned for the door. He was mentally beating himself up for having acted so brashly. He had no idea what Hermione thought of him. Their relationship up to this point had been that of siblings. He reached for the knob and paused to scratch his head. He again reached for the serpent knob and turned it.
"Wait!" Hermione called in a strangled voice. Harry took a step backwards and pulled the door open. " Harry!" Hermione called in a closer to normal voice. He walked out of the room and then abruptly turned and faced her.
Her expression was unreadable; she avoided his stare and talked looking at his feet. "Why did you do that Harry?" He shrugged his shoulders in a defeated movement. Hermione looked up briefly and meet his gaze. His face was unhappy but his eyes revealed relief to be done hiding his subconscious yearnings. "Harry," she began clearing her throat, " that is NOT what friends do," Harry forced a smile at her attempt of humor. "I care about you a lot but not in a romantic sense,"
"Hermione, you care about a lot of things such as books and house elves," Harry said with an edge of callous in his tone, " I don't think that I put things together, but somehow my body knew that you do care about me in 'that' way. Why did you read my book when you knew what it would be about? Why did you hug me? And for god sake why did you pick up my kickers?" Hermione sat on the bed and looked at the book that Harry was angrily waving about, emphasizing his point.
"Harry, I need to think," Hermione choked out in a painful tear laced voice. Harry took the handle firmly in his hand and this time walked out of the door heated and foul. He entered his room further down the hall.
Ron sat on his bed rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. " What's that you've got there?" he asked sleepily point at the Green book still held in Harry's arms. Harry threw it into the last trunk compartment and again locked it.
" Nothing," He muttered. He turned to face Ron and explain but he found, Ron had again fallen back to sleep pulling the orange blanket up above his head. Harry collapsed onto his bed and began to read a book that he had gotten for his birthday: Magical Creatures and their Powers. Hagrid had sent it with a note that said he would really love it if the trio took Care of Magical Creatures at Newt Level. Ron again began to stir at 10:00.
"Oi, Harry, what time did I turn in last night?" Ron asked with an air of concern.
"I'm not sure," Harry answered.
"Harry, I think that I have gone eight hours on an empty stomach," Ron said with a grin.
Harry and Ron trooped down the stairs to the kitchen. They found evidence of another meeting of the order by way of plates stacked sky high in the sink being clean by a sponge and towel. At the table sat an exhausted Mrs. Weasley, Fred, George, Ginny and Hermione.
Hermione looked slightly detached and she quickly got up from the table. She put on a huge fake smile and excused herself to go and freshen up. Harry, a normally dainty eater, piled food on his plate to match Ron's. Ron ate a sausage and Harry ate a sausage. It was as if they were having an eating contest but neither were aware of it. " Mum you're going to have to make more food if these two keep up at the rate their going." Fred said. Harry looked down at his plate. It was quite true there was enough food for ten people on his plate alone.
"They are just growing boys," George said, " Growing from side to side." Ron did not seem in the least embarrassed about the amount of food he was consuming. Harry looked down at his food again and pushed all of his food on to Ginny's plate and walked out of the kitchen. He walked up the stone steps and as he entered the hall where the portraits of the Black family had hung he felt himself being tugged into a curtained area where a deeply framed portrait had hung flush to the wall.
He felt arms wrap around his middle and felt a head fly by his own. He then felt the body racked by sobs. Hermione' s head leaned against his chest. He remanded ridged and silent waiting for an explanation. "Harry d-don't you s- see?" Hermione sobbed, "If you hadn't done what you did." She wailed, " Now we can't just be friends." At this Harry dropped his arms to his side and detached Hermione. They stared at each other in the dark.
"What do you want from me?" Harry asked, " Do you want me to say sorry for kissing you? Well, I truly reget that."
"It doesn't fix it!" Hermione insisted.
"Well then what do you want?" Harry asked confused.
"I want to wake up and have everything back to normal," Hermione cried.
"Fine, let's just pretend that it never happened," Harry tried.
Hermione nodded in agreement. And then leaned in and gave Harry a hug. She turned her head up and their lips met for the second time that day. Harry pulled away quickly as his scar began to sear. He looked into Hermione' s eyes. "Well I don't see why you can't come out as a pair," said a familiar voice from behind them.