Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I just make up my own fantasies about it. -giggle-
Ron and Harry sat closely together on the first row in their Defense Against the Dark Arts Class. They were whispering quietly so no one could hear them, but Harry had the dreaded feeling that one person could: Moody.
Harry kept catching Moody's magical eye rolling around to face them. He wondered if Moody had something of a magical ear, too.
"I'm telling you Ron, Dumbledore is pretty fucked up. I mean, he didn't even let me tell MY side of the story! He just sent me back to class and kept my broom!" He clenched his jaw, remembering how angry with the headmaster he had been. Ron scowled.
"That is so unlike him. I still can't believe how he is acting!" Ron whispered, leaning in further. "And, I wanted to talk to you about something else." He lowered his voice even lower. Harry stared at him.
"What?" Ron sighed.
"What is it with you and Hermione? Is what Draco said about you and her true?" Harry blushed.
"No, Ron. I mean, we had been resting on the armchair together, but we hadn't, well, you know." Ron shrugged.
"So what does that mean? Are you and Hermione dating?" Harry had to think a minute on that one. Were they? He wasn't even sure what was going on.
"Er, I don't know. Maybe?" Harry answered, only to cause Ron to stare back at him strangely.
"How can you not be sure?" He asked. Harry sighed, shaking his head. Ron turned back to work on his notes, signaling the end of the conversation.
*
Hermione lay in a silky white gown on the hospital sheets. A shard of sunlight was pouring onto her face from the bedside window, causing her to look very much like an angel. Harry stared at her a minute longer, before finally making his way over and taking a seat on a chair at her side.
She fluttered her eyes open, and the soft chocolate brown locked onto Harry's sad green. She smiled warmly, and held out her hand. Harry reached out and entwined his fingers in hers, never wanting to let go again. Hermione stared at him, the sunlight still falling across her face. Harry spoke up, his voice low.
"I promise, Hermione. I never meant to hit you, I was aiming for"-
"Malfoy, I know. It's my fault though, Harry. I tried to stop you, I tried to get in the way purposely." She insisted. Harry scooted his chair up to her bed, and pressed her hand to his chest. He closed his eyes.
"I hope throughout my whole life, I never hurt you intentionally." He whispered. Hermione breathed in softly.
"Harry, I know you won't. And I know that you didn't mean to hurt me this time, either." Harry felt something warm on his cheeks. He wiped them away as he realized that they were his tears. Hermione smiled at him.
"Don't be sorry. It's not your fault. Don't, please. It's hurts more seeing you cry, than having these stitches in my side." She assured him.
"It's just, I love you so much." Harry said softly. He leaned over her bed, and gently kissed her lips. He sat back, and Hermione stared at him, her eyes becoming blurry.
"I love you too, Harry." And with that, she sat up, as painful as it was, and leaned over and returned the kiss.
*
Ron and Harry sat closely together on the first row in their Defense Against the Dark Arts Class. They were whispering quietly so no one could hear them, but Harry had the dreaded feeling that one person could: Moody.
Harry kept catching Moody's magical eye rolling around to face them. He wondered if Moody had something of a magical ear, too.
"I'm telling you Ron, Dumbledore is pretty fucked up. I mean, he didn't even let me tell MY side of the story! He just sent me back to class and kept my broom!" He clenched his jaw, remembering how angry with the headmaster he had been. Ron scowled.
"That is so unlike him. I still can't believe how he is acting!" Ron whispered, leaning in further. "And, I wanted to talk to you about something else." He lowered his voice even lower. Harry stared at him.
"What?" Ron sighed.
"What is it with you and Hermione? Is what Draco said about you and her true?" Harry blushed.
"No, Ron. I mean, we had been resting on the armchair together, but we hadn't, well, you know." Ron shrugged.
"So what does that mean? Are you and Hermione dating?" Harry had to think a minute on that one. Were they? He wasn't even sure what was going on.
"Er, I don't know. Maybe?" Harry answered, only to cause Ron to stare back at him strangely.
"How can you not be sure?" He asked. Harry sighed, shaking his head. Ron turned back to work on his notes, signaling the end of the conversation.
*
Hermione lay in a silky white gown on the hospital sheets. A shard of sunlight was pouring onto her face from the bedside window, causing her to look very much like an angel. Harry stared at her a minute longer, before finally making his way over and taking a seat on a chair at her side.
She fluttered her eyes open, and the soft chocolate brown locked onto Harry's sad green. She smiled warmly, and held out her hand. Harry reached out and entwined his fingers in hers, never wanting to let go again. Hermione stared at him, the sunlight still falling across her face. Harry spoke up, his voice low.
"I promise, Hermione. I never meant to hit you, I was aiming for"-
"Malfoy, I know. It's my fault though, Harry. I tried to stop you, I tried to get in the way purposely." She insisted. Harry scooted his chair up to her bed, and pressed her hand to his chest. He closed his eyes.
"I hope throughout my whole life, I never hurt you intentionally." He whispered. Hermione breathed in softly.
"Harry, I know you won't. And I know that you didn't mean to hurt me this time, either." Harry felt something warm on his cheeks. He wiped them away as he realized that they were his tears. Hermione smiled at him.
"Don't be sorry. It's not your fault. Don't, please. It's hurts more seeing you cry, than having these stitches in my side." She assured him.
"It's just, I love you so much." Harry said softly. He leaned over her bed, and gently kissed her lips. He sat back, and Hermione stared at him, her eyes becoming blurry.
"I love you too, Harry." And with that, she sat up, as painful as it was, and leaned over and returned the kiss.
*