A/N: Chapter five. Hermione goes for another run on the morning of the
camper's arrival-day, but his time Harry comes with her. Will she confront
him with her feelings for him on this golden opportunity? Yes! But how will
he react? The campers arrive at noon...
I hope this will make up for the posting I had to delay due to the evil virus on my computer. They were trying to fix it an hour ago, but no luck, they didn't succeed. I think we may be forced to get someone professional to fix it, and that'll take a while. I'm going to try and see if I can post from school, though.
I regretfully have to inform you that during the following weeks I probably won't be able to post as often as the example I set with chapters 1 through 3 last week. My teachers have given me handfuls of work to do, I can without thinking too hard count four grand essays and three exams. On top of that, all of those exams are so called National Exams, meaning they take minimum half a day getting through.
But I'll try to write in the week-ends and other moments I can steal out of studying.
I've received many reviews of chapter 4, saying that they still think Harry suffers from abnormal height for a seventeen-year-old (nearly, his birthday will ensue in the story). OK, according to my values, Harry's height might be just a tad bit exaggerated, but not too much. Practically all guys I know are about 1,85-1,95 metres in height, and another three centimetres... well, I don't really see the difference. And the point is also this: Harry's SUPPOSED to be taller than everyone else.
And a short comment on the changes in Harry since he left the Dursley's. (Someone said they were too much). I've only got one thing to say: Been there, done that!
I occurred to me that I've never done a proper disclaimer, and I don't intend to (since it shouldn't be necessary - we're on a FANFICTION site here - HELLO!). I hope that you won't be too disappointed in me.
From here on I won't torture you anymore - but from here on begins chapter number five! Just one more thing, though: ENJOY!
~oOo~
Chapter 5 - Early morning runs are very useful
~oOo~
The Friday on which the campers would arrive was dawning grey and somewhat rainy, and the whole of Camp Moonlake was soundly asleep. Correction - the whole of Camp Moonlake except for Hermione Granger was soundly was soundly asleep.
Hermione was at six o'clock standing on the terrace in front of the cabin next to her own, trying her best to wake up only one person of the three inside.
Like two days earlier, she'd woken early and decided to go for a run. She had also, however, decided that she didn't want to go alone this time, but take up on Harry's offer and come fetch him to be her running-partner. The only problem was that Harry was asleep, and Hermione didn't know how to get his attention without waking Will and Sam up as well. Had the door been open, she could have just sneak in and shake Harry a little, but the door was locked.
After pondering what to do for a moment, she came up with something, and immediately wanted to hit herself for not thinking about it right away. From her pocket she pulled out her wand, whereupon she opened the door with a simple Alohomora-spell. She was genuinely angry with herself for not thinking about it right away - she'd known that spell since first year for Merlin's sake!
The three young men were all sleeping. Sam had kicked his covers off just like his sister did - and Hermione quickly turned her eyes away when she realised that he was only wearing boxers. In the leftmost corner on the farthest side of the room Will was snoring like had he been a whole sawmill. In the bed right next to Will, Hermione found Harry.
He was lying flat on his back with his covers only over his legs. His torso was bare, but from Harry Hermione didn't turn her eyes away, but took in every centimetre of his chest. She shook her head a little when she realised she was staring. Just when Hermione had recovered from whatever it was and took a step closer to Harry's bed, he stirred and brought his hands to his eyes, rubbing them in order to wake up better.
"Shit, Will! Am I going to have to levitate you onto the roof?", Hermione heard him mumble. Then he sat up and saw her.
Harry's eyes widened and he let out a barely audible gasp.
"Hermione!", he whispered. "What are you doing in here?"
"I came to see if you'd come with me for a run", she said, suddenly nervous.
"Sure! Let me just...", he got up, grabbed some suitable clothes and then proceeded to throwing his cushion at Will, who stopped snoring for maybe fifteen seconds.
When they got out the door and to the edge of the forest, both of them were laughing hysterically.
"Has he done that the whole time?", Hermione asked. "Will, I mean. Does he always snore like a whole sawmill of his very own?"
"Mhm", Harry nodded. "I've woken up about ten times in just this night, and I had to throw something at him all the time in order to make him shut up. Help me here, 'Mio', I'm going nuts with this!"
"Have you thought of trying to charm him? A simple silencing-charm on his bed should do the trick."
Harry laughed and smacked his face.
"Of course! Why didn't I think of that?"
"Because I'm the smart one, Potter. Face it", she teased back. "Come on - I'll race you to the other side of the lake!"
Then Hermione sprinted off as fast as she possibly could, leaving a very startled Harry behind her.
She ran fast, but Harry was faster. The lake wasn't big, and it took Hermione about five minutes full speed to get to the other side of it. Harry would have beaten her, hadn't it been for the fact that she'd startled him so much when she took off like that.
They both got here on the same time, huffing a little and covered in moist from the fine sizzle of raindrops that fell from she grey skies. Hermione sat down on a stone next to the waterline and stroke some wet stray stands of hair from her face. Harry got down next to her. His hair was filled with little curls when it was wet, and his bangs were hanging into his eyes. He pulled his fingers through his hair to get it out of the way.
"You're fast, 'Mio'", he said. "I find myself having to push it as far as possible in order to outrun you."
"Well, I believe it was you I trained with all of last year. If I outrun you it's your own doing, Mr. Potter", she answered and smiled mischievously.
"I guess", Harry answered and scratched his head sheepishly.
Hermione looked at him as he averted his gaze out over the lake. She couldn't really grip the situation, but something was strange about both of them today. Their conversations were never this stiff. For her own part, she was quite certain that it had to do with her resolve to do something about the whole Harry-situation. She knew that was it. But for Harry's part, well, she couldn't even begin to guess, which was odd in itself, since they always understood each other so well.
"What's bugging you?", she heard herself say, and felt like she stood on the side and overlooked the situation like a complete stranger.
Harry turned his head and looked her directly in the eye.
"It's just...well, nothing really", he said and sighed.
"Nonsense! Spill it, Potter. I know something's wrong. Is it Dudley?"
"Maybe, partly. But I'm not sure that's the real thing - I know it's not the real thing", he explained.
Hermione studied him for a few seconds, while she felt like she was being sucked back into her own body again. She studied his face intently. The eyes, right now flicking around nervously. The scar on his forehead, it was tough to look at it - it brought back so many painful memories - but good ones as well. His chin, she decided he could use a shave, even though it wasn't that bad. Her eyes came to a stop when she reached his lips. Those full lips, moist with rainwater.
'Oh dear lords, to kiss him!', she thought.
So she did.
She gathered every single ounce of courage she had in her, and gave him a soft, sweet kiss.
Hermione's head was spinning. She lingered in the kiss for maybe two short seconds, before she withdrew and looked at him nervously, her eyes flicked around and she bit her lower lip.
Harry stared at her, straight in the face.
"I'm sorry", Hermione said, but quickly regretted herself. "No - wait - actually, I'm not. I've been wanting to do that for the longest time now, and I finally got around to doing it. I'm not sorry, Harry. I'm not."
She met his stare without any nervous feelings or gestures this time. Hermione felt great. She'd actually got around to at least partly admitting her feelings for Harry. What happened next she found that she didn't even care about. The matter was in his hands now, there was nothing she could do anymore.
As if in slow motion, she saw Harry place one hand beside her on the rock in order to steady himself. Without tearing his eyes away from hers, he put the other hand behind her head and pulled her towards him.
They attacked each other's lips hungrily, and Hermione realised they were both allowing their desire to control themselves. They were both finally exactly in the place they'd wanted to be in for the longest of times - in each other's arms.
As Harry pulled her closer, the pair lost their balance and fell straight down into the shallow water of the lake. They ended their kiss slowly and sat up, looking at each other and laughing like mad. Harry was the first to speak.
"You know, 'Mio', I'm not sorry either. You're not the only one of us who's been wanting to do that since quite some time now."
Hermione laughed and got some strands of her hair out of her face.
"And thank Merlin for that! I don't think I could have survived another day without that. You do realise you're quite the kisser, right?"
"Mhm. And YOU do realise that this amazing kisser is very much in love with you, right?", Harry raised his eyebrows a little as he spoke.
"Oh yes I do", Hermione bent forward and gave him a quick kiss.
Before Harry got the chance to respond, though, she pulled back again and smiled.
"And I'm equally in love with you. Or perhaps even more", she added and furrowed her eyebrows.
Harry didn't answer, but proceeded to kiss her senseless.
~oOo~
Hermione and Harry got back to the camp grounds about an hour before the campers would arrive. They found Laura, who asked them about where they had been, but they had agreed on keeping their relationship silent for yet some more time. Hermione had come up with the most brilliant idea of a prank to pull on Dudley and Piers, and Harry had agreed on that it was the ultimate plan of revenge. They would thus keep quiet about how they felt about each other, to make their revenge on Dudley even more sweet.
When Hermione finally got out of the shower and had seen to the last arrangements in the cabin the clock outside the mess-hall struck twelve. Onto the lawns behind the main buildings three deep green busses drove up and came to a stop. Sixty young boys and girls excitedly ran out of them, laughing and shouting in joy.
The campers had arrived.
~oOo~
A/N: See? I TOLD you the campers would arrive in this chapter! However, that was far from the central event of this one, though, was it? See why I told you to enjoy in the beginning? I do realise it was a tad bit too much fluff, or at least I though so. But now Hermione and Harry are right where they ought to be - together! Yay!
What will happen now? How will the revenge on Dudley be executed? And what about Hermione's ultimate plan? Is it good? Oh, it is, my friends. I promise you it is. (Smiles cunningly and laughs evilly).
I have some hints of the upcoming plot for you. The names of upcoming chapters. (I'm not saying in which order or when they're going to be posted!). Anyway, here they are:
*Much ado about hiking *Truth or dare? *Faze one *The coming of age *Hermione's girls *Mission: Impossible
You think you can figure it out? Maybe one or two of them, but you certainly don't have a clue about what's going on in this twisted head of mine. But if you have any guesses, I'd very much like to hear them, it might be fun and I might be able to use something of it.
Well don't stand around there all day! Go make yourselves useful and review!
I hope this will make up for the posting I had to delay due to the evil virus on my computer. They were trying to fix it an hour ago, but no luck, they didn't succeed. I think we may be forced to get someone professional to fix it, and that'll take a while. I'm going to try and see if I can post from school, though.
I regretfully have to inform you that during the following weeks I probably won't be able to post as often as the example I set with chapters 1 through 3 last week. My teachers have given me handfuls of work to do, I can without thinking too hard count four grand essays and three exams. On top of that, all of those exams are so called National Exams, meaning they take minimum half a day getting through.
But I'll try to write in the week-ends and other moments I can steal out of studying.
I've received many reviews of chapter 4, saying that they still think Harry suffers from abnormal height for a seventeen-year-old (nearly, his birthday will ensue in the story). OK, according to my values, Harry's height might be just a tad bit exaggerated, but not too much. Practically all guys I know are about 1,85-1,95 metres in height, and another three centimetres... well, I don't really see the difference. And the point is also this: Harry's SUPPOSED to be taller than everyone else.
And a short comment on the changes in Harry since he left the Dursley's. (Someone said they were too much). I've only got one thing to say: Been there, done that!
I occurred to me that I've never done a proper disclaimer, and I don't intend to (since it shouldn't be necessary - we're on a FANFICTION site here - HELLO!). I hope that you won't be too disappointed in me.
From here on I won't torture you anymore - but from here on begins chapter number five! Just one more thing, though: ENJOY!
~oOo~
Chapter 5 - Early morning runs are very useful
~oOo~
The Friday on which the campers would arrive was dawning grey and somewhat rainy, and the whole of Camp Moonlake was soundly asleep. Correction - the whole of Camp Moonlake except for Hermione Granger was soundly was soundly asleep.
Hermione was at six o'clock standing on the terrace in front of the cabin next to her own, trying her best to wake up only one person of the three inside.
Like two days earlier, she'd woken early and decided to go for a run. She had also, however, decided that she didn't want to go alone this time, but take up on Harry's offer and come fetch him to be her running-partner. The only problem was that Harry was asleep, and Hermione didn't know how to get his attention without waking Will and Sam up as well. Had the door been open, she could have just sneak in and shake Harry a little, but the door was locked.
After pondering what to do for a moment, she came up with something, and immediately wanted to hit herself for not thinking about it right away. From her pocket she pulled out her wand, whereupon she opened the door with a simple Alohomora-spell. She was genuinely angry with herself for not thinking about it right away - she'd known that spell since first year for Merlin's sake!
The three young men were all sleeping. Sam had kicked his covers off just like his sister did - and Hermione quickly turned her eyes away when she realised that he was only wearing boxers. In the leftmost corner on the farthest side of the room Will was snoring like had he been a whole sawmill. In the bed right next to Will, Hermione found Harry.
He was lying flat on his back with his covers only over his legs. His torso was bare, but from Harry Hermione didn't turn her eyes away, but took in every centimetre of his chest. She shook her head a little when she realised she was staring. Just when Hermione had recovered from whatever it was and took a step closer to Harry's bed, he stirred and brought his hands to his eyes, rubbing them in order to wake up better.
"Shit, Will! Am I going to have to levitate you onto the roof?", Hermione heard him mumble. Then he sat up and saw her.
Harry's eyes widened and he let out a barely audible gasp.
"Hermione!", he whispered. "What are you doing in here?"
"I came to see if you'd come with me for a run", she said, suddenly nervous.
"Sure! Let me just...", he got up, grabbed some suitable clothes and then proceeded to throwing his cushion at Will, who stopped snoring for maybe fifteen seconds.
When they got out the door and to the edge of the forest, both of them were laughing hysterically.
"Has he done that the whole time?", Hermione asked. "Will, I mean. Does he always snore like a whole sawmill of his very own?"
"Mhm", Harry nodded. "I've woken up about ten times in just this night, and I had to throw something at him all the time in order to make him shut up. Help me here, 'Mio', I'm going nuts with this!"
"Have you thought of trying to charm him? A simple silencing-charm on his bed should do the trick."
Harry laughed and smacked his face.
"Of course! Why didn't I think of that?"
"Because I'm the smart one, Potter. Face it", she teased back. "Come on - I'll race you to the other side of the lake!"
Then Hermione sprinted off as fast as she possibly could, leaving a very startled Harry behind her.
She ran fast, but Harry was faster. The lake wasn't big, and it took Hermione about five minutes full speed to get to the other side of it. Harry would have beaten her, hadn't it been for the fact that she'd startled him so much when she took off like that.
They both got here on the same time, huffing a little and covered in moist from the fine sizzle of raindrops that fell from she grey skies. Hermione sat down on a stone next to the waterline and stroke some wet stray stands of hair from her face. Harry got down next to her. His hair was filled with little curls when it was wet, and his bangs were hanging into his eyes. He pulled his fingers through his hair to get it out of the way.
"You're fast, 'Mio'", he said. "I find myself having to push it as far as possible in order to outrun you."
"Well, I believe it was you I trained with all of last year. If I outrun you it's your own doing, Mr. Potter", she answered and smiled mischievously.
"I guess", Harry answered and scratched his head sheepishly.
Hermione looked at him as he averted his gaze out over the lake. She couldn't really grip the situation, but something was strange about both of them today. Their conversations were never this stiff. For her own part, she was quite certain that it had to do with her resolve to do something about the whole Harry-situation. She knew that was it. But for Harry's part, well, she couldn't even begin to guess, which was odd in itself, since they always understood each other so well.
"What's bugging you?", she heard herself say, and felt like she stood on the side and overlooked the situation like a complete stranger.
Harry turned his head and looked her directly in the eye.
"It's just...well, nothing really", he said and sighed.
"Nonsense! Spill it, Potter. I know something's wrong. Is it Dudley?"
"Maybe, partly. But I'm not sure that's the real thing - I know it's not the real thing", he explained.
Hermione studied him for a few seconds, while she felt like she was being sucked back into her own body again. She studied his face intently. The eyes, right now flicking around nervously. The scar on his forehead, it was tough to look at it - it brought back so many painful memories - but good ones as well. His chin, she decided he could use a shave, even though it wasn't that bad. Her eyes came to a stop when she reached his lips. Those full lips, moist with rainwater.
'Oh dear lords, to kiss him!', she thought.
So she did.
She gathered every single ounce of courage she had in her, and gave him a soft, sweet kiss.
Hermione's head was spinning. She lingered in the kiss for maybe two short seconds, before she withdrew and looked at him nervously, her eyes flicked around and she bit her lower lip.
Harry stared at her, straight in the face.
"I'm sorry", Hermione said, but quickly regretted herself. "No - wait - actually, I'm not. I've been wanting to do that for the longest time now, and I finally got around to doing it. I'm not sorry, Harry. I'm not."
She met his stare without any nervous feelings or gestures this time. Hermione felt great. She'd actually got around to at least partly admitting her feelings for Harry. What happened next she found that she didn't even care about. The matter was in his hands now, there was nothing she could do anymore.
As if in slow motion, she saw Harry place one hand beside her on the rock in order to steady himself. Without tearing his eyes away from hers, he put the other hand behind her head and pulled her towards him.
They attacked each other's lips hungrily, and Hermione realised they were both allowing their desire to control themselves. They were both finally exactly in the place they'd wanted to be in for the longest of times - in each other's arms.
As Harry pulled her closer, the pair lost their balance and fell straight down into the shallow water of the lake. They ended their kiss slowly and sat up, looking at each other and laughing like mad. Harry was the first to speak.
"You know, 'Mio', I'm not sorry either. You're not the only one of us who's been wanting to do that since quite some time now."
Hermione laughed and got some strands of her hair out of her face.
"And thank Merlin for that! I don't think I could have survived another day without that. You do realise you're quite the kisser, right?"
"Mhm. And YOU do realise that this amazing kisser is very much in love with you, right?", Harry raised his eyebrows a little as he spoke.
"Oh yes I do", Hermione bent forward and gave him a quick kiss.
Before Harry got the chance to respond, though, she pulled back again and smiled.
"And I'm equally in love with you. Or perhaps even more", she added and furrowed her eyebrows.
Harry didn't answer, but proceeded to kiss her senseless.
~oOo~
Hermione and Harry got back to the camp grounds about an hour before the campers would arrive. They found Laura, who asked them about where they had been, but they had agreed on keeping their relationship silent for yet some more time. Hermione had come up with the most brilliant idea of a prank to pull on Dudley and Piers, and Harry had agreed on that it was the ultimate plan of revenge. They would thus keep quiet about how they felt about each other, to make their revenge on Dudley even more sweet.
When Hermione finally got out of the shower and had seen to the last arrangements in the cabin the clock outside the mess-hall struck twelve. Onto the lawns behind the main buildings three deep green busses drove up and came to a stop. Sixty young boys and girls excitedly ran out of them, laughing and shouting in joy.
The campers had arrived.
~oOo~
A/N: See? I TOLD you the campers would arrive in this chapter! However, that was far from the central event of this one, though, was it? See why I told you to enjoy in the beginning? I do realise it was a tad bit too much fluff, or at least I though so. But now Hermione and Harry are right where they ought to be - together! Yay!
What will happen now? How will the revenge on Dudley be executed? And what about Hermione's ultimate plan? Is it good? Oh, it is, my friends. I promise you it is. (Smiles cunningly and laughs evilly).
I have some hints of the upcoming plot for you. The names of upcoming chapters. (I'm not saying in which order or when they're going to be posted!). Anyway, here they are:
*Much ado about hiking *Truth or dare? *Faze one *The coming of age *Hermione's girls *Mission: Impossible
You think you can figure it out? Maybe one or two of them, but you certainly don't have a clue about what's going on in this twisted head of mine. But if you have any guesses, I'd very much like to hear them, it might be fun and I might be able to use something of it.
Well don't stand around there all day! Go make yourselves useful and review!
