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"Fred's loads better now." Ginny told Harry the next day. Harry breathed a sigh of relief. "So are you feeling up to going to the ball with Hermione?" She continued, scribbling some words down on her essay. Harry stared at her, a confused expression swept across his face.
"Was I supposed to?" He asked, still staring at her. Ginny suddenly gasped, and slowly looked up from her paper, finally meeting eyes with Harry. He was still looking confused. Ginny cringed.
"You don't know, do you?" Harry shook his head.
"What? I don't know what? Am I missing something?" He sat up straighter, still staring unblinkingly at Ron's little sister. Ginny took a deep breath, and sat her quill down.
"I don't know if I should be the one to tell you." She stated, her face deepening to a shade of red. Harry raised his eyebrows.
"Yes you are. Now tell me what the hell you are talking about." He grabbed her arm, and Ginny stared at him with big sad brown eyes.
"You can't tell me you haven't noticed how Hermione acts around you." She whispered, her eyes on Harry's tight grip around her arm. Harry let go immediately.
"I am so sorry, did I hurt you? I didn't mean.." He looked at her arm, which had a ring of red around it where his fingers had been. Ginny gulped.
"I'm okay. Listen, just answer my question." Harry sighed.
"No, I haven't noticed anything different about her." Ginny suddenly realized that she could fix what she had done, before she went too far. She wasn't going to be the one to spill her friend's secret. She sighed.
"Never mind, Harry. It was my idea. You and Hermione going together and all, it was just a thought." Harry shrugged.
"Nah. I mean, well, it IS a thought." He gave Ginny a smile, and patted her arm. Ginny breathed deeply. Phew, that had been close.
*
It was yet another rainy day outside. The sky was a deep shade of gray, and the ground was terribly soggy from all the rain they had been having all week. Harry and Hermione were taking a walk in the light drizzle, circling the lake. They had already been around it completely two times. As they rounded it the third time, Hermione spoke up.
"Harry. There's something I have been meaning to tell you." Harry glanced at her nervously. Hadn't he already heard that somewhere? But he shrugged and kept walking, keeping his eyes on the wet grass stretched out before him. Hermione cleared her throat, and began.
"Well, I have been thinking of you a lot." She stated quietly, turning her head to watch some ducks floating merrily along the bank. Harry raised his eyebrows, and took her hand. This surprised Hermione, so much that she jumped slightly. Harry lead her to the water's edge, and they sat down on the bank. Harry took his shoes off and dipped his feet in the water. Hermione did this as well. The water felt amazingly warm and foamy, warming her insides. It was quite chilly outside, but not anymore.
Harry let go of her hand, and scooped up a smooth, flat stone. He skipped it across the water. Hermione watched as it finally stopped skipping, and sank. The ripples made their way to Hermione and Harry's feet. When they finally touched Hermione's foot, she spoke up again, empowered and feeling braver after seeing how beautifully the ripples made this moment.
"Harry, you are..all I think about." Harry looked up, and their eyes locked for a precious minute.
Hermione swallowed. Harry stared at her, then turned his gaze towards the water, where the ducks that Hermione had been watching before, were making their way over to the two friends.
"Does that scare you?" Hermione asked, her voice slightly shaking. Harry had still not said anything. The ducks drifted over, as if skating across rippling glass. Suddenly, without a warning or sign, Harry grabbed Hermione's face in his hands, and pressed his lips to her's. Hermione was caught by surprise, and her pulse quickened.
Soon, she began to kiss him back just as passionately, and nothing else mattered anymore. She didn't think about anyone dying, or how everyone was depressed, or how the rain was now falling harder. The world stood still. And for that precious, majestic moment, everything was perfect again.
*
"Fred's loads better now." Ginny told Harry the next day. Harry breathed a sigh of relief. "So are you feeling up to going to the ball with Hermione?" She continued, scribbling some words down on her essay. Harry stared at her, a confused expression swept across his face.
"Was I supposed to?" He asked, still staring at her. Ginny suddenly gasped, and slowly looked up from her paper, finally meeting eyes with Harry. He was still looking confused. Ginny cringed.
"You don't know, do you?" Harry shook his head.
"What? I don't know what? Am I missing something?" He sat up straighter, still staring unblinkingly at Ron's little sister. Ginny took a deep breath, and sat her quill down.
"I don't know if I should be the one to tell you." She stated, her face deepening to a shade of red. Harry raised his eyebrows.
"Yes you are. Now tell me what the hell you are talking about." He grabbed her arm, and Ginny stared at him with big sad brown eyes.
"You can't tell me you haven't noticed how Hermione acts around you." She whispered, her eyes on Harry's tight grip around her arm. Harry let go immediately.
"I am so sorry, did I hurt you? I didn't mean.." He looked at her arm, which had a ring of red around it where his fingers had been. Ginny gulped.
"I'm okay. Listen, just answer my question." Harry sighed.
"No, I haven't noticed anything different about her." Ginny suddenly realized that she could fix what she had done, before she went too far. She wasn't going to be the one to spill her friend's secret. She sighed.
"Never mind, Harry. It was my idea. You and Hermione going together and all, it was just a thought." Harry shrugged.
"Nah. I mean, well, it IS a thought." He gave Ginny a smile, and patted her arm. Ginny breathed deeply. Phew, that had been close.
*
It was yet another rainy day outside. The sky was a deep shade of gray, and the ground was terribly soggy from all the rain they had been having all week. Harry and Hermione were taking a walk in the light drizzle, circling the lake. They had already been around it completely two times. As they rounded it the third time, Hermione spoke up.
"Harry. There's something I have been meaning to tell you." Harry glanced at her nervously. Hadn't he already heard that somewhere? But he shrugged and kept walking, keeping his eyes on the wet grass stretched out before him. Hermione cleared her throat, and began.
"Well, I have been thinking of you a lot." She stated quietly, turning her head to watch some ducks floating merrily along the bank. Harry raised his eyebrows, and took her hand. This surprised Hermione, so much that she jumped slightly. Harry lead her to the water's edge, and they sat down on the bank. Harry took his shoes off and dipped his feet in the water. Hermione did this as well. The water felt amazingly warm and foamy, warming her insides. It was quite chilly outside, but not anymore.
Harry let go of her hand, and scooped up a smooth, flat stone. He skipped it across the water. Hermione watched as it finally stopped skipping, and sank. The ripples made their way to Hermione and Harry's feet. When they finally touched Hermione's foot, she spoke up again, empowered and feeling braver after seeing how beautifully the ripples made this moment.
"Harry, you are..all I think about." Harry looked up, and their eyes locked for a precious minute.
Hermione swallowed. Harry stared at her, then turned his gaze towards the water, where the ducks that Hermione had been watching before, were making their way over to the two friends.
"Does that scare you?" Hermione asked, her voice slightly shaking. Harry had still not said anything. The ducks drifted over, as if skating across rippling glass. Suddenly, without a warning or sign, Harry grabbed Hermione's face in his hands, and pressed his lips to her's. Hermione was caught by surprise, and her pulse quickened.
Soon, she began to kiss him back just as passionately, and nothing else mattered anymore. She didn't think about anyone dying, or how everyone was depressed, or how the rain was now falling harder. The world stood still. And for that precious, majestic moment, everything was perfect again.
*