Disclaimer: Plot mine. Characters aren't.
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"I'm not going to die, Harry!" Hermione laughed. Harry looked at her. Was it possible?
"I'm ill, Harry, yes. But I'm not going to die! That's why I don't do sport." Harry visibly relaxed.
"You think I have a life threatening disease, don't you?" Harry nodded solemnly. Hermione laughed again.
"Then, if it's not life threatening, what do you have?" Harry asked softly.
"It's a disease of the muscles, polymyositis. It makes me unable to do sport or fly. That's why I don't run, and am so weak, because my muscles are whittled away. I was told that it is treatable, but not curable, it'll just burn itself out. But other than the fact I can't run or do many activities, I am perfectly normal!" Harry gaped, then pulled her into a hug that nearly suffocated her. He pulled her into his lap and kissed her like he never had, and probably never would, again. His tongue ran over her lips and they parted slightly, allowing him access to her mouth. His hands rested on her hips, and she crept in closer to his chest, feeling the racing heartbeat of him echoing her rising and falling of her chest. She wrapped her hands around his neck.
He ran his hands over her shoulders and sides, feeling her tremble. He came somewhat to his senses and broke away, with Hermione looking at him in shock, terror and amazement.
"Where did that come from?" she asked shakily.
"I was happy, and I suppose I just, lost myself," he replied simply. He got up, and together they walked back to the castle, Hermione getting another piggyback.
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A week later, and everything was fine between Harry and Hermione. Ron still didn't know about her confession and Lavender was forever grinning like a Cheshire cat everytime she saw the pair together.
Hermione had told her that she had admitted it, and Lavender was proud. She felt that she had done something, something to alter a path of a failing relationship. Nothing that came up, even double potions could stop them from laughing or giggling. Ron had noticed a change, but figured that they must have realised just how much they really loved each other.
One day, when Harry was in his dorm, listening to music Ron walked in. Harry didn't hear him, and continued to hum the song. Ron sat on his bed and watched, as Harry just lay mindless. Ron didn't have a girlfriend, he saw something in Lavender, but he always blushed too much when asking her to dances that he could never splutter out asking her. As for Parvati and Padma, well, they weren't really his type. Ron lay down on his bed and listened to the tune that Harry was humming. Every now and then he would sing some lines and Ron was surprised to hear that he had a rather good voice. When he finished he opened his eyes and Ron watched as they widened when they saw him.
"Nice singing," Ron commented. Harry switched off his Discman and blushed.
"Why you here?" Harry asked. Ron shrugged.
"I need to ask you something," he replied. Harry nodded for him to go on.
"Ok, two things. One, how can you ask someone to a dance or a date?" Harry stared back at Ron. He was asking him? Of all people!
"Well, you go up to them and ask them. Hopefully they'll say yes," when he saw Ron looking back at him rather skeptically he added, "you ask, 'Can I go to blah blah with you?' and they say yes, hopefully." Ron looked back, but nodded.
"Right, second. What's up with you and 'Mione?" Ron asked softly. Harry made friends with the floor, but Ron's penetrating eyes bore a hole in the top of his head until he was forced to raise it.
"What do you mean?" Harry asked.
"Oh, come on, Harry! I'm fifteen, going on sixteen too you know! I love Hermione, too! You can't tell me that she hasn't told you something other than, 'I love you'. You're on Cloud 9, and haven't been off it for a week or more! What is going on with you and her?" Ron yelled again.
"I think you need to ask her, not me. She told me something and it brought us together closer. But she knew you would fret and carry on, so she didn't tell you. If you want to know what it is, go ask her. If she wants to tell you, fine! But I am not at liberty to tell you!" and with that, Harry stormed out of the room. He left Ron opening and closing his mouth, not a sound coming out. Harry ran, he didn't know where, but he ran. He ran the whole way down to the Quidditch pitch and, grabbing a broom, flew to the highest view point and sat. No one could reach him here, without a broom and some strength from climbing up millions of stairs.
Sitting up there was relaxing. His hand raked itself through his hair, and the fear rose in his throat. What would happen if Ron never talked to him again? He jumped back on his broom again and swooped around the pitch. It wasn't as good as his Firebolt, but it did the job. The air rushed past his ears and he began to feel more at ease. A song came back to him, one that he thought seemed like it fitted to him and Hermione. He started humming the tune and belting out random lines.
"Everything's changin',
When I turn around,
All out of my control, I'm a mobile,
Everything's changin',
Out of what I know,
Everywhere I go, I'm a mobile."
When he landed, he collapsed in a heap, curled in a ball and sobbing. He loved Hermione, what had he done to deserve her though? Some footsteps walked slowly across the grass.
"How could you?" Ron hissed. Harry looked up. Ron looked normally quite calm, but his eyes flashed dangerously with fire.
"How could I what?" Harry asked.
"Keep a secret like that?" Ron seethed back.
"Are you going to pout and carry on, or support Hermione? She's had it for eight years, and all you care about is me being a little protective?" Harry whispered. Ron looked at him.
Suddenly he lunged forward, grabbing at Harry and grabbing a handful of hair. His wand went flying and Harry managed to grab Ron's. Ron balled his fist, but Harry was stronger. He knocked Ron to the ground, a spurt of blood coming out of his nose. The boy managed to hit Harry, making him fall to the ground and groan in pain of hurting his back. Harry was gone, and Ron knew it. He got up slowly and started kicking Harry in the sides, kicking with all he was worth.
"RON! NO!" Hermione screamed, ripping out her wand.
"Shut up, Hermione! Harry here just needs a bit of, discipline! You are not needed!" Ron yelled, kicking Harry in the head and making him moan.
"RON! STOP, PLEASE!" Hermione hurled back.
"SHUT.UP.HERM.IONE!" Ron bellowed.
"Wingardium Leviosa!" Hermione commanded. Ron floated into mid-air, kicking and fighting. Harry was on the floor, limp. She performed the full body bind on Ron and let him drop to the ground, she didn't care if he got hurt.
"Stupefy!" Hermione yelled as an afterthought.
"Harry! Harry, can you hear me?" Hermione cried as she ran to her boyfriend's side.
"Her.mi.one?" he murmured softly. She grabbed his head and kissed it. Tears began to trickle down her face, falling onto Harry's. He went limp in her hands.
"No! No, no, no!" Hermione screamed. She got up to hit Ron with all she had.
"I wouldn't do that," a voice said.
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A/N: I have one thing to say. I'M CRUEL, I'M CRUEL, I AM SO CRUEL! Ha! You'll all have to sweat out who that is that said that now! Suckers! Yeah, * clears throat *. Hope you review, next chapter coming soon.
Oh, and that mini song that I used is 'Avril Lavinge' 'Mobile'
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"I'm not going to die, Harry!" Hermione laughed. Harry looked at her. Was it possible?
"I'm ill, Harry, yes. But I'm not going to die! That's why I don't do sport." Harry visibly relaxed.
"You think I have a life threatening disease, don't you?" Harry nodded solemnly. Hermione laughed again.
"Then, if it's not life threatening, what do you have?" Harry asked softly.
"It's a disease of the muscles, polymyositis. It makes me unable to do sport or fly. That's why I don't run, and am so weak, because my muscles are whittled away. I was told that it is treatable, but not curable, it'll just burn itself out. But other than the fact I can't run or do many activities, I am perfectly normal!" Harry gaped, then pulled her into a hug that nearly suffocated her. He pulled her into his lap and kissed her like he never had, and probably never would, again. His tongue ran over her lips and they parted slightly, allowing him access to her mouth. His hands rested on her hips, and she crept in closer to his chest, feeling the racing heartbeat of him echoing her rising and falling of her chest. She wrapped her hands around his neck.
He ran his hands over her shoulders and sides, feeling her tremble. He came somewhat to his senses and broke away, with Hermione looking at him in shock, terror and amazement.
"Where did that come from?" she asked shakily.
"I was happy, and I suppose I just, lost myself," he replied simply. He got up, and together they walked back to the castle, Hermione getting another piggyback.
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A week later, and everything was fine between Harry and Hermione. Ron still didn't know about her confession and Lavender was forever grinning like a Cheshire cat everytime she saw the pair together.
Hermione had told her that she had admitted it, and Lavender was proud. She felt that she had done something, something to alter a path of a failing relationship. Nothing that came up, even double potions could stop them from laughing or giggling. Ron had noticed a change, but figured that they must have realised just how much they really loved each other.
One day, when Harry was in his dorm, listening to music Ron walked in. Harry didn't hear him, and continued to hum the song. Ron sat on his bed and watched, as Harry just lay mindless. Ron didn't have a girlfriend, he saw something in Lavender, but he always blushed too much when asking her to dances that he could never splutter out asking her. As for Parvati and Padma, well, they weren't really his type. Ron lay down on his bed and listened to the tune that Harry was humming. Every now and then he would sing some lines and Ron was surprised to hear that he had a rather good voice. When he finished he opened his eyes and Ron watched as they widened when they saw him.
"Nice singing," Ron commented. Harry switched off his Discman and blushed.
"Why you here?" Harry asked. Ron shrugged.
"I need to ask you something," he replied. Harry nodded for him to go on.
"Ok, two things. One, how can you ask someone to a dance or a date?" Harry stared back at Ron. He was asking him? Of all people!
"Well, you go up to them and ask them. Hopefully they'll say yes," when he saw Ron looking back at him rather skeptically he added, "you ask, 'Can I go to blah blah with you?' and they say yes, hopefully." Ron looked back, but nodded.
"Right, second. What's up with you and 'Mione?" Ron asked softly. Harry made friends with the floor, but Ron's penetrating eyes bore a hole in the top of his head until he was forced to raise it.
"What do you mean?" Harry asked.
"Oh, come on, Harry! I'm fifteen, going on sixteen too you know! I love Hermione, too! You can't tell me that she hasn't told you something other than, 'I love you'. You're on Cloud 9, and haven't been off it for a week or more! What is going on with you and her?" Ron yelled again.
"I think you need to ask her, not me. She told me something and it brought us together closer. But she knew you would fret and carry on, so she didn't tell you. If you want to know what it is, go ask her. If she wants to tell you, fine! But I am not at liberty to tell you!" and with that, Harry stormed out of the room. He left Ron opening and closing his mouth, not a sound coming out. Harry ran, he didn't know where, but he ran. He ran the whole way down to the Quidditch pitch and, grabbing a broom, flew to the highest view point and sat. No one could reach him here, without a broom and some strength from climbing up millions of stairs.
Sitting up there was relaxing. His hand raked itself through his hair, and the fear rose in his throat. What would happen if Ron never talked to him again? He jumped back on his broom again and swooped around the pitch. It wasn't as good as his Firebolt, but it did the job. The air rushed past his ears and he began to feel more at ease. A song came back to him, one that he thought seemed like it fitted to him and Hermione. He started humming the tune and belting out random lines.
"Everything's changin',
When I turn around,
All out of my control, I'm a mobile,
Everything's changin',
Out of what I know,
Everywhere I go, I'm a mobile."
When he landed, he collapsed in a heap, curled in a ball and sobbing. He loved Hermione, what had he done to deserve her though? Some footsteps walked slowly across the grass.
"How could you?" Ron hissed. Harry looked up. Ron looked normally quite calm, but his eyes flashed dangerously with fire.
"How could I what?" Harry asked.
"Keep a secret like that?" Ron seethed back.
"Are you going to pout and carry on, or support Hermione? She's had it for eight years, and all you care about is me being a little protective?" Harry whispered. Ron looked at him.
Suddenly he lunged forward, grabbing at Harry and grabbing a handful of hair. His wand went flying and Harry managed to grab Ron's. Ron balled his fist, but Harry was stronger. He knocked Ron to the ground, a spurt of blood coming out of his nose. The boy managed to hit Harry, making him fall to the ground and groan in pain of hurting his back. Harry was gone, and Ron knew it. He got up slowly and started kicking Harry in the sides, kicking with all he was worth.
"RON! NO!" Hermione screamed, ripping out her wand.
"Shut up, Hermione! Harry here just needs a bit of, discipline! You are not needed!" Ron yelled, kicking Harry in the head and making him moan.
"RON! STOP, PLEASE!" Hermione hurled back.
"SHUT.UP.HERM.IONE!" Ron bellowed.
"Wingardium Leviosa!" Hermione commanded. Ron floated into mid-air, kicking and fighting. Harry was on the floor, limp. She performed the full body bind on Ron and let him drop to the ground, she didn't care if he got hurt.
"Stupefy!" Hermione yelled as an afterthought.
"Harry! Harry, can you hear me?" Hermione cried as she ran to her boyfriend's side.
"Her.mi.one?" he murmured softly. She grabbed his head and kissed it. Tears began to trickle down her face, falling onto Harry's. He went limp in her hands.
"No! No, no, no!" Hermione screamed. She got up to hit Ron with all she had.
"I wouldn't do that," a voice said.
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A/N: I have one thing to say. I'M CRUEL, I'M CRUEL, I AM SO CRUEL! Ha! You'll all have to sweat out who that is that said that now! Suckers! Yeah, * clears throat *. Hope you review, next chapter coming soon.
Oh, and that mini song that I used is 'Avril Lavinge' 'Mobile'