Chapter 31
Hermionie awoke blearily, rubbing her eyes. There was someone knocking at her dorm door. Knock, knock.
"I'm coming, I'm coming," She said groggily, pulling on her bathrobe. She pulled the door open when she got there.
"Morning 'Mionie," said Harry.
"You're lucky I'm the only one you woke up. What's wrong? It's 4:30 in the morning."
"I wanted to show you something." He said.
"At 4am?" She asked.
"Yes, get dressed and meet me by the fire. Hurry up." And he walked back down the stairs.
"Uh huh. . ." She said, closing the door. Groaning tiredly, she dressed. Brushing her hair smooth, she said to herself, "Why am I doing this?"
"Because you love him," whispered the mirror.
"I do not," she said defiantly.
"You think I don't see you lying awake every night? There is only one thing that keeps a girl awake at night. It's either a terrible death, or breaking heart trying to repair itself with difficult decisions. And since I know Mr. Potter has not died, I know." The mirror whispered in reply.
"That doesn't mean I love him." Hermionie snapped.
"Honey, I've been around several years, I know love when I see it." The mirror shot back at her. Hermionie just glared at the mirror, then spun and left.
"That *thing * doesn't know *what * it's talking about!" Hermionie said loudly, as she stepped down the stairs.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked when she met him by the portrait hole.
"Nothing," Hermionie answered, "What did you want to show me?"
Harry checked his watch. "We'll have to hurry." He said.
"All right." She responded. He threw the invisibility cloak over them both, and wandered out of the common room. After 10 minutes of walking up and down corridors, a through numerous doors, Hermionie spoke, "Where are we going?"
"You'll see. We're almost there." A few steps ahead of them, at the end of the corridor was a blank wall.
"Harry this is a dead end."
" No, it's not. Close your eyes." She obeyed. She felt his hand slide into hers and lead her forward. "Trust me," he said, when she hesitated. She stepped forward and felt a cool breeze on her face, and she smiled. Then she felt the cloak being lifted off herself and the person next to her. "Open your eyes." She opened her eyes to see a gorgeous sun rise, pink and light blue swirling above the castle grounds.
"Oh, Harry," She whispered. It was a small wooden porch that she'd never seen from the grounds.
"I put it together myself." He said, "For you."
"You've got to be kidding me!" she spun back around and threw her arms around his neck. "Oh my God Harry, why would you do this?" He snaked his arms around her waist.
"Because you're beautiful and bright, like the sunrise." He whispered. She pulled away to look him in the eye. Her arms stayed around him. He did love her; it was there in his eyes. And Hermionie couldn't deny it any longer; she loved him too, with all her heart and soul. She brought her lips to his, and held the kiss there for a moment. When the kiss ended, she looked him in the eye again, and he brought their foreheads together.
"You make me so happy Hermionie, you have no idea. I love you so much." He said.
Hermionie closed her eyes and sighed. Half of her wanted to give into him, and half didn't. She licked her lips and kissed him again. It was definitely there; he loved her, so why shouldn't she love him? She shouldn't be ashamed to say she loved him too. There was nothing standing in her way. She released his lips, and her heart started to race, and she held her breath.
"I love you too Harry," She said. It felt so good to finally say it to him. She smiled. He looked up at her.
"Really?" he asked. She was almost giddy.
"Yes," She giggled. Harry picked her up and spun her around, and she laughed in happiness.
"Hermionie you just made me the happiest person in the world. I love you."
Everything was right with the world. He kissed her, and they stood there in each other's arms, watching the sunrise. A quarter of an hour passed and neither had to say anything, the moment was perfect enough.
"Hermionie?" asked Harry.
"Hm?" She said.
"Will you go out with me again? Give me another chance?" Hermionie's life was perfect enough; why not top it off like a Sunday, with a cherry?
She sighed and answered, "Yeah." He hugged her, and kissed her on the forehead.
"Let's go, breakfast should be starting soon," He said. He started to walk away, but she grabbed his hand.
"Harry what are we going to go about Ron?" So her life wasn't totally perfect without her other best friend. But she was willing to take the chance to get him back, and set him straight.
"I'm not sure," he said, "But you and me as a team, I'm sure we can think of something." He smiled.
"Yeah, you're right." She answered.
"Lets think about it over breakfast, come on," And he led her back inside. They held hands all the way back down to the entrance hall, not having a care in the world who saw them, even Emma.
Hermionie awoke blearily, rubbing her eyes. There was someone knocking at her dorm door. Knock, knock.
"I'm coming, I'm coming," She said groggily, pulling on her bathrobe. She pulled the door open when she got there.
"Morning 'Mionie," said Harry.
"You're lucky I'm the only one you woke up. What's wrong? It's 4:30 in the morning."
"I wanted to show you something." He said.
"At 4am?" She asked.
"Yes, get dressed and meet me by the fire. Hurry up." And he walked back down the stairs.
"Uh huh. . ." She said, closing the door. Groaning tiredly, she dressed. Brushing her hair smooth, she said to herself, "Why am I doing this?"
"Because you love him," whispered the mirror.
"I do not," she said defiantly.
"You think I don't see you lying awake every night? There is only one thing that keeps a girl awake at night. It's either a terrible death, or breaking heart trying to repair itself with difficult decisions. And since I know Mr. Potter has not died, I know." The mirror whispered in reply.
"That doesn't mean I love him." Hermionie snapped.
"Honey, I've been around several years, I know love when I see it." The mirror shot back at her. Hermionie just glared at the mirror, then spun and left.
"That *thing * doesn't know *what * it's talking about!" Hermionie said loudly, as she stepped down the stairs.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked when she met him by the portrait hole.
"Nothing," Hermionie answered, "What did you want to show me?"
Harry checked his watch. "We'll have to hurry." He said.
"All right." She responded. He threw the invisibility cloak over them both, and wandered out of the common room. After 10 minutes of walking up and down corridors, a through numerous doors, Hermionie spoke, "Where are we going?"
"You'll see. We're almost there." A few steps ahead of them, at the end of the corridor was a blank wall.
"Harry this is a dead end."
" No, it's not. Close your eyes." She obeyed. She felt his hand slide into hers and lead her forward. "Trust me," he said, when she hesitated. She stepped forward and felt a cool breeze on her face, and she smiled. Then she felt the cloak being lifted off herself and the person next to her. "Open your eyes." She opened her eyes to see a gorgeous sun rise, pink and light blue swirling above the castle grounds.
"Oh, Harry," She whispered. It was a small wooden porch that she'd never seen from the grounds.
"I put it together myself." He said, "For you."
"You've got to be kidding me!" she spun back around and threw her arms around his neck. "Oh my God Harry, why would you do this?" He snaked his arms around her waist.
"Because you're beautiful and bright, like the sunrise." He whispered. She pulled away to look him in the eye. Her arms stayed around him. He did love her; it was there in his eyes. And Hermionie couldn't deny it any longer; she loved him too, with all her heart and soul. She brought her lips to his, and held the kiss there for a moment. When the kiss ended, she looked him in the eye again, and he brought their foreheads together.
"You make me so happy Hermionie, you have no idea. I love you so much." He said.
Hermionie closed her eyes and sighed. Half of her wanted to give into him, and half didn't. She licked her lips and kissed him again. It was definitely there; he loved her, so why shouldn't she love him? She shouldn't be ashamed to say she loved him too. There was nothing standing in her way. She released his lips, and her heart started to race, and she held her breath.
"I love you too Harry," She said. It felt so good to finally say it to him. She smiled. He looked up at her.
"Really?" he asked. She was almost giddy.
"Yes," She giggled. Harry picked her up and spun her around, and she laughed in happiness.
"Hermionie you just made me the happiest person in the world. I love you."
Everything was right with the world. He kissed her, and they stood there in each other's arms, watching the sunrise. A quarter of an hour passed and neither had to say anything, the moment was perfect enough.
"Hermionie?" asked Harry.
"Hm?" She said.
"Will you go out with me again? Give me another chance?" Hermionie's life was perfect enough; why not top it off like a Sunday, with a cherry?
She sighed and answered, "Yeah." He hugged her, and kissed her on the forehead.
"Let's go, breakfast should be starting soon," He said. He started to walk away, but she grabbed his hand.
"Harry what are we going to go about Ron?" So her life wasn't totally perfect without her other best friend. But she was willing to take the chance to get him back, and set him straight.
"I'm not sure," he said, "But you and me as a team, I'm sure we can think of something." He smiled.
"Yeah, you're right." She answered.
"Lets think about it over breakfast, come on," And he led her back inside. They held hands all the way back down to the entrance hall, not having a care in the world who saw them, even Emma.