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"You're free to go, Ms.Granger." Madame Pomfrey scooped up the sheets from Hermione's bed. She dropped them into a basket, along with some other sheets and pillowcases. It was all waiting to be washed.
"I am? I mean, I don't need to stay any longer?" She asked happily, sitting up. Madame Pomfrey smiled at her.
"Dear, you're fine, and you don't need any more tending to." Hermione almost felt like cheering.
"Yes! Thank you!" She chirped. Hermione waited until Madame Pomfrey left, to gather her robe and change. God, how wonderful it felt to be out of that scratchy hospital gown. She tugged on her vest over her white collared shirt, slipped on her robes, and was all set.
Hermione practically skipped down the stairs to the Great Hall. As she swung open the heavy oak doors, she spotted Harry sitting with Ron at the Gryffindor table.
"Harry, Ron!" She cried out, skirting to a stop at their sides. Harry almost choked on his orange juice.
"Herm-, Hermione?" He sputtered, looking up. Ron laughed.
"Hermione! So good to see you out of there!" He said, standing up and giving her a quick hug. Hermione blushed at Ron, and took her seat beside Harry, who hesitated at first, but eventually leaned over and kissed her lovingly on the cheek.
"Harry, is everthing all right?" Hermione asked, scooping some jelly onto her toast, not looking up. Harry stared at her.
"Everything is fine, Herms. I just still feel sorry about what happened. I shouldn't have been trying to get in a fight with Malfoy anyway." He slumped in his chair a bit. Hermione took a bite out of her jelly toast and looked up, still chewing.
"Harry, you couldn't just let him take your broom like that! You did what any normal boy would do." She patted his arm, and sat her toast down. Harry smiled at her.
"I love you. I want to be with you at all times now that you are out of that place. I missed you so much." He was still smiling. Ron sighed and rolled his eyes at all the mushiness of it all.
"I missed you too. You wouldn't believe how boring it is in there by myself! God, and think of how much make up work I have to do!" She cringed, and placed her chin in her hand, her elbow on the table. Ron sighed.
"Hermione!" He began to laugh. "You were only in there for a few days, maybe a week."
"I don't care, Ron. I still say I missed loads of work." She then turned to Harry. "I want to do something with you after we are done eating. I haven't been with you in a while." Harry nodded sadly.
"Yeah, I know. Well, hurry up and eat, and we can chill some."
*
"Christmas is coming up soon, Harry." Hermione stated, leaning into his chest. The two were on the grass by the lake. Harry ran his fingers through her curly hair.
"Yup. The year is really flying." Hermione smiled. He could feel her cheeks rise against him, and he knew she was smiling.
"But guess what else Christmas time means." She said, running her hands along his arm. He shrugged, and leaned back some more.
"I don't know. Amuse me." He said, chuckling.
"Harry! It means the Yule Ball is getting closer, too! They have it on Christmas Eve!" She playfully hit his arm. "I can't believe you forgot about the ball." She nuzzled her face into his soft cotton shirt.
"Well, as you know, thing shave been really crazy lately, and I haven't really had time to think about things like that." He answered, poking her in the side. Hermione scowled.
"I know. But at-least you can think about it now." She finally sat up away from him, and stretched her legs out. They had been sitting for a while, now. She yawned deeply, beginning to stand up.
"Wait, don't go." Harry said quickly, jumping up as well.
"Why not? We need to get back to the school."
"I wanted to spend more time with you." He insisted, gently taking a hold of her arm. She stared him hard in the eyes.
"I know what you wanted to do, here with nobody around but us. Well, too bad Harry"- She kept going, not taking notice of the shocked expression he was making. "Because I want to save that for a special night. I want it to be perfect." Harry gaped at her, his mouth opening and closing.
"Herms! I didn't, I would never! That didn't even cross my mind! Honest!" He held her arm tighter. She shrugged.
"Okay, I just wanted you to understand though, so you will know for the future." She gathered up her robe and knapsack, and started walking back towards the school. Harry stared after her. That had been a weird moment. Why did Hermione think that he would want that? He realized that actually, him and her having sex hardly EVER crossed his mind.
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{N/a. Phew, all those chapters took a loooong time to upload, but I am finally caught up, and am currently working on the next chapter. It should be up soon. Review, review! -pokes in the arm- }
"You're free to go, Ms.Granger." Madame Pomfrey scooped up the sheets from Hermione's bed. She dropped them into a basket, along with some other sheets and pillowcases. It was all waiting to be washed.
"I am? I mean, I don't need to stay any longer?" She asked happily, sitting up. Madame Pomfrey smiled at her.
"Dear, you're fine, and you don't need any more tending to." Hermione almost felt like cheering.
"Yes! Thank you!" She chirped. Hermione waited until Madame Pomfrey left, to gather her robe and change. God, how wonderful it felt to be out of that scratchy hospital gown. She tugged on her vest over her white collared shirt, slipped on her robes, and was all set.
Hermione practically skipped down the stairs to the Great Hall. As she swung open the heavy oak doors, she spotted Harry sitting with Ron at the Gryffindor table.
"Harry, Ron!" She cried out, skirting to a stop at their sides. Harry almost choked on his orange juice.
"Herm-, Hermione?" He sputtered, looking up. Ron laughed.
"Hermione! So good to see you out of there!" He said, standing up and giving her a quick hug. Hermione blushed at Ron, and took her seat beside Harry, who hesitated at first, but eventually leaned over and kissed her lovingly on the cheek.
"Harry, is everthing all right?" Hermione asked, scooping some jelly onto her toast, not looking up. Harry stared at her.
"Everything is fine, Herms. I just still feel sorry about what happened. I shouldn't have been trying to get in a fight with Malfoy anyway." He slumped in his chair a bit. Hermione took a bite out of her jelly toast and looked up, still chewing.
"Harry, you couldn't just let him take your broom like that! You did what any normal boy would do." She patted his arm, and sat her toast down. Harry smiled at her.
"I love you. I want to be with you at all times now that you are out of that place. I missed you so much." He was still smiling. Ron sighed and rolled his eyes at all the mushiness of it all.
"I missed you too. You wouldn't believe how boring it is in there by myself! God, and think of how much make up work I have to do!" She cringed, and placed her chin in her hand, her elbow on the table. Ron sighed.
"Hermione!" He began to laugh. "You were only in there for a few days, maybe a week."
"I don't care, Ron. I still say I missed loads of work." She then turned to Harry. "I want to do something with you after we are done eating. I haven't been with you in a while." Harry nodded sadly.
"Yeah, I know. Well, hurry up and eat, and we can chill some."
*
"Christmas is coming up soon, Harry." Hermione stated, leaning into his chest. The two were on the grass by the lake. Harry ran his fingers through her curly hair.
"Yup. The year is really flying." Hermione smiled. He could feel her cheeks rise against him, and he knew she was smiling.
"But guess what else Christmas time means." She said, running her hands along his arm. He shrugged, and leaned back some more.
"I don't know. Amuse me." He said, chuckling.
"Harry! It means the Yule Ball is getting closer, too! They have it on Christmas Eve!" She playfully hit his arm. "I can't believe you forgot about the ball." She nuzzled her face into his soft cotton shirt.
"Well, as you know, thing shave been really crazy lately, and I haven't really had time to think about things like that." He answered, poking her in the side. Hermione scowled.
"I know. But at-least you can think about it now." She finally sat up away from him, and stretched her legs out. They had been sitting for a while, now. She yawned deeply, beginning to stand up.
"Wait, don't go." Harry said quickly, jumping up as well.
"Why not? We need to get back to the school."
"I wanted to spend more time with you." He insisted, gently taking a hold of her arm. She stared him hard in the eyes.
"I know what you wanted to do, here with nobody around but us. Well, too bad Harry"- She kept going, not taking notice of the shocked expression he was making. "Because I want to save that for a special night. I want it to be perfect." Harry gaped at her, his mouth opening and closing.
"Herms! I didn't, I would never! That didn't even cross my mind! Honest!" He held her arm tighter. She shrugged.
"Okay, I just wanted you to understand though, so you will know for the future." She gathered up her robe and knapsack, and started walking back towards the school. Harry stared after her. That had been a weird moment. Why did Hermione think that he would want that? He realized that actually, him and her having sex hardly EVER crossed his mind.
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{N/a. Phew, all those chapters took a loooong time to upload, but I am finally caught up, and am currently working on the next chapter. It should be up soon. Review, review! -pokes in the arm- }