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As Harry walked back along the grass he thought of all the places he needed to go and where he had been.
Go to.Quidditch pitch, stairs, all turrets, corridors, hospital wing, etc. etc. Now, he had been to the library, common room, Hermione's room (through Lavender), a few corridors.even after this mental list he began to run out of ideas of where his love could be. He grabbed his broom and swept up along all the turrets, leaving the one he had put Hermione in until last.
He swooped around the chairs and continued on, the worry that clenched his stomach growing stronger and stronger. He finally arrived at the final turret and, his stomach churning, put his feet down. He looked under all the chairs going from front to back and was just about to jump back on his broom and go when he saw a pile of black clothes.
His heart pounding loudly, Harry rushed over and pulled back the robes that were covering Hermione's face. He knew before he had pulled back the cloth that it was her, and when he saw that she wasn't breathing much his eyes brimmed with tears. Touching her wrist, he desperately felt for a pulse. It was extremely soft and he could tell that it was dangerous.
Before he even knew what he was doing, Harry was giving Hermione CPR, breathing, pumping, listening, breathing, pumping, listening, the process went over and over. He gradually saw Hermione's breathing regulate and found her pulse was stronger. He pulled her into his chest and hugged at her frail figure, knowing that he had probably found her just in time. His eyes, flowing with tears, started burning from crying so much and Hermione stirred slightly.
Harry watched as her brown eyes opened a crack, just enough to see him. Her arms staggered slowly around his neck and Harry bent down to her. He kissed her like he had never before, even when he had found out what was really wrong with Hermione. His body thanking all his lucky stars. He loved his Hermione so much, and while kissing her, he realised she loved him more than anything. He didn't know about work, but he hoped he was worth more than that.
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A few days later, much to Madam Pomfrey's disapproval, Dumbledore discharged Hermione and asked both her and Harry to come up to his office. The couple was a little scared, it wasn't everyday you were asked up to the office of your headmaster after all, and they sat down opposite his desk.
Fawkes was squawking and eating some sort of food. The rest of Dumbledore's office was an array of past Headmasters and Headmistresses muttering and whispering in their pictures. Silver instruments dotted the room, sending rays of light around the room.
"Don't worry, children, you are not in trouble. But, I will say, that Hermione, your behaviour over the past fortnight has not been very rational and a touch erratic," Dumbledore said. Hermione looked at him and nodded slightly. She also blushed and fumbled for Harry's hand.
"I'm sorry, Professor," she replied.
"I don't need apologies, Hermione. But you should know that after eight years not to run, and you have done that twice. I don't mind if it makes you feel good but you know your limitations," he responded.
"Yes, I understand Professor," Hermione said dutifully.
"Now, Mr. Potter, Harry. I want you to understand Harry, that you must be fairly wary of where Hermione is at most times. Hermione, I want you to have Harry know where you are so that if you don't turn up then he knows something is wrong, give him your timetable. Understand?" the pair nodded and Dumbledore dismissed them. Hermione hand was still linked with Harry's and led him into an abandoned corridor, not used she read, for nearly fifty years. Hermione figured that no one would want to be here now.
Harry cleaned some cobwebs away with his wand and sat down on a cobweb-free desk. Hermione walked over and sat on his lap, but eventually, after sliding off three times, Harry moved to a chair.
"Hermione?" Harry asked softly. Hermione looked up at him.
"I need to tell you something," he said.
"Harry, don't tell me you're sick!" she shrieked, laughing.
"No. I'm not sick. I want to tell you that I.I." he stuttered a little. "I love you!" he gushed. Hermione smiled.
"I love you too, Harry. Thank you for being my boyfriend," she murmured.
"Thank you too," he replied. Hermione took off her dark robes, revealing her grey, monotonous uniform. She pulled him close to him and Harry could feel that she needed a long, warm hug. He wrapped his arms around her waist and bent his head to kiss down her neck and shoulders. Hermione shivered and pushed herself up a little. But this little bit created a little too much pressure and the chair toppled to the ground.
Quick as a flash, Hermione braced Harry from hurting himself and when the chair hit, it splintered into tiny pieces. Hermione giggled lightly and Harry closed his eyes.
Harry's arms were still trapped around her waist, and they started moving up and down her sides giving little massages along the way.
Hermione kissed his forehead and down his nose until she locked with his lips. His lips fascinated her and she had to open her eyes to trace them with her tongue. It moved down his bottom lip and over the top and as they parted she wiped his teeth. She slid her hands through his soft, black hair and Harry pulled his mouth away to kiss at Hermione's neck again. He landed soft lips down one side of her neck and then the other and Hermione sat up slightly, straddling him.
"Hermione?" he muttered.
"Hmm?" she hummed.
"Well, I was wondering what you were doing." he said, looking at her. Her eyes flicked over him and she thought of her response until Harry thought she didn't have one.
"I just need some kisses and hugs at the moment," she replied.
"Oh, don't you worry! I can give you that!" he intoned. Hermione giggled and Harry rolled on top of her, his arms still under her. This gave Hermione a chance to snake her hands around him and Harry managed to get his hands free. He clasped Hermione's hands in his and pressed his mouth along the pair of them.
Hermione gasped at his softness and he pulled her up. She was sort of semi - lying, semi - sitting under him and Harry looked into her eyes.
"Look, Hermione. I'm not going to propose now or anything. But I think that you are so beautiful that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I love the way that your hair falls and your figure curves, but I suppose more than that, I just love you, for who you are. As I said, I'm not going to propose, but will you spend the rest of your life with me?" he asked. Hermione just looked at him, her mouth opening and closing.
"You don't?" he murmured sadly.
"No, Harry, I do! I do, but.it's just.a shock," she replied.
"But you love me, don't you?" he demanded.
"Harry, I love you more than anything in the world, honestly. I love you for your scar and for the way that you kiss me. But more than anything, your tender caresses and love are the most overwhelming thing I have to deal with. I'll spend the rest of my life with you. I will, and I'll never let go of you. We can have little Grangers' and Potters' running around and we can have a simple wedding. I'll do it, if you want. But, Harry, you promise me one thing?" she uttered.
"Whatever darling! Whatever will make me get to keep you as a wife, as a loving mother, as a person I love. Whatever it is, I'll do it for you!" he said truthfully, almost like the song line.
"Please.please don't have an affair!" she pleaded. Harry laughed and fused his lips with hers.
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A/N: I am so sorry everyone. I wasn't really expecting to finish this now at six chapters. I think I'll have one last one, like what they tell people and stuff and a graduation kind of theme, so it'll probably warp some months or even years (Hermione is only sixteen approximately 6th year). Yeah, I will. Nothing happened much with Draco did it? Anyway, all hands up for a sequel? * Five hundred hands go up * Ok, I'll consider it. If I do do a sequel then it will probably be towards the very end of Harry/Hermione's life at Hogwarts and it might be rated higher than this because if they have baby Grangers' and Potters' then it needs not be said. Unless I bypass that.
Uh.about the last bit with an affair. I don't actually have a boyfriend * eyes fill with tears and starts crying * but when I sort of get one * heh heh * then that would be my biggest worry that my husband/boyfriend has an affair. So I thought that seeing as that was sort of like a life story with the problems Hermione had then I thought I would include that (well, life story apart from the fact I don't have a guy).
One last thing for anyone that wants an insight into my life. When I wrote that that Hermione collapsed whilst supporting Harry because the pain seared through her body, that can actually be true. I have collapsed a couple of times before, one really embarrassing time was in Art at my old school and I had to lay down on this fake fur shoe thing (like you wipe your shoes on when you go inside.). Uh! That was gross. Anyway, so you can collapse from it, mark my words. I didn't write about MRI's.oh well.
Sorry. MRI's are what I have to see if there is any muscle sort of stuff in my legs 'cos that's the worst part. Anyway, I'll see how I go for writing these story sequels, ciao and ALL PEOPLE, PLEASE READ MY AUTHOR'S NOTES!
Sorry! Last thing, I promise! I suppose one last thing I want to write is why I wrote this story. I kinda feel like not many people really understand others, and like Harry did, he got over his shock and stayed with Hermione for support. Except for my parents, I don't really have that much support from others. I suppose that if anyone that reads this story and knows or meets someone with a similar condition they don't just reject them. Take this story to heart, because if you reject someone for what they don't have, i.e. athletic ability and you get something then chances are you'll get rejected by someone for something you don't have. In some ways, I suppose, I wanted to feel like there was an understanding between you readers and me, and that you can take to memory that not everyone is the same. Even Aboriginals' are people, and we all have feelings and thoughts that don't want to be shattered because we are ill. I have had to get on with my life after losing friends, it's not the end of the world really. Because, looking back, I realised they weren't really friends!
Love everyone, love you, and most of all, respect!
Cuppy!
(P.S. I am not really a Christian or believer in God I just think that some people need to feel wanted wherever they are!)
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As Harry walked back along the grass he thought of all the places he needed to go and where he had been.
Go to.Quidditch pitch, stairs, all turrets, corridors, hospital wing, etc. etc. Now, he had been to the library, common room, Hermione's room (through Lavender), a few corridors.even after this mental list he began to run out of ideas of where his love could be. He grabbed his broom and swept up along all the turrets, leaving the one he had put Hermione in until last.
He swooped around the chairs and continued on, the worry that clenched his stomach growing stronger and stronger. He finally arrived at the final turret and, his stomach churning, put his feet down. He looked under all the chairs going from front to back and was just about to jump back on his broom and go when he saw a pile of black clothes.
His heart pounding loudly, Harry rushed over and pulled back the robes that were covering Hermione's face. He knew before he had pulled back the cloth that it was her, and when he saw that she wasn't breathing much his eyes brimmed with tears. Touching her wrist, he desperately felt for a pulse. It was extremely soft and he could tell that it was dangerous.
Before he even knew what he was doing, Harry was giving Hermione CPR, breathing, pumping, listening, breathing, pumping, listening, the process went over and over. He gradually saw Hermione's breathing regulate and found her pulse was stronger. He pulled her into his chest and hugged at her frail figure, knowing that he had probably found her just in time. His eyes, flowing with tears, started burning from crying so much and Hermione stirred slightly.
Harry watched as her brown eyes opened a crack, just enough to see him. Her arms staggered slowly around his neck and Harry bent down to her. He kissed her like he had never before, even when he had found out what was really wrong with Hermione. His body thanking all his lucky stars. He loved his Hermione so much, and while kissing her, he realised she loved him more than anything. He didn't know about work, but he hoped he was worth more than that.
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A few days later, much to Madam Pomfrey's disapproval, Dumbledore discharged Hermione and asked both her and Harry to come up to his office. The couple was a little scared, it wasn't everyday you were asked up to the office of your headmaster after all, and they sat down opposite his desk.
Fawkes was squawking and eating some sort of food. The rest of Dumbledore's office was an array of past Headmasters and Headmistresses muttering and whispering in their pictures. Silver instruments dotted the room, sending rays of light around the room.
"Don't worry, children, you are not in trouble. But, I will say, that Hermione, your behaviour over the past fortnight has not been very rational and a touch erratic," Dumbledore said. Hermione looked at him and nodded slightly. She also blushed and fumbled for Harry's hand.
"I'm sorry, Professor," she replied.
"I don't need apologies, Hermione. But you should know that after eight years not to run, and you have done that twice. I don't mind if it makes you feel good but you know your limitations," he responded.
"Yes, I understand Professor," Hermione said dutifully.
"Now, Mr. Potter, Harry. I want you to understand Harry, that you must be fairly wary of where Hermione is at most times. Hermione, I want you to have Harry know where you are so that if you don't turn up then he knows something is wrong, give him your timetable. Understand?" the pair nodded and Dumbledore dismissed them. Hermione hand was still linked with Harry's and led him into an abandoned corridor, not used she read, for nearly fifty years. Hermione figured that no one would want to be here now.
Harry cleaned some cobwebs away with his wand and sat down on a cobweb-free desk. Hermione walked over and sat on his lap, but eventually, after sliding off three times, Harry moved to a chair.
"Hermione?" Harry asked softly. Hermione looked up at him.
"I need to tell you something," he said.
"Harry, don't tell me you're sick!" she shrieked, laughing.
"No. I'm not sick. I want to tell you that I.I." he stuttered a little. "I love you!" he gushed. Hermione smiled.
"I love you too, Harry. Thank you for being my boyfriend," she murmured.
"Thank you too," he replied. Hermione took off her dark robes, revealing her grey, monotonous uniform. She pulled him close to him and Harry could feel that she needed a long, warm hug. He wrapped his arms around her waist and bent his head to kiss down her neck and shoulders. Hermione shivered and pushed herself up a little. But this little bit created a little too much pressure and the chair toppled to the ground.
Quick as a flash, Hermione braced Harry from hurting himself and when the chair hit, it splintered into tiny pieces. Hermione giggled lightly and Harry closed his eyes.
Harry's arms were still trapped around her waist, and they started moving up and down her sides giving little massages along the way.
Hermione kissed his forehead and down his nose until she locked with his lips. His lips fascinated her and she had to open her eyes to trace them with her tongue. It moved down his bottom lip and over the top and as they parted she wiped his teeth. She slid her hands through his soft, black hair and Harry pulled his mouth away to kiss at Hermione's neck again. He landed soft lips down one side of her neck and then the other and Hermione sat up slightly, straddling him.
"Hermione?" he muttered.
"Hmm?" she hummed.
"Well, I was wondering what you were doing." he said, looking at her. Her eyes flicked over him and she thought of her response until Harry thought she didn't have one.
"I just need some kisses and hugs at the moment," she replied.
"Oh, don't you worry! I can give you that!" he intoned. Hermione giggled and Harry rolled on top of her, his arms still under her. This gave Hermione a chance to snake her hands around him and Harry managed to get his hands free. He clasped Hermione's hands in his and pressed his mouth along the pair of them.
Hermione gasped at his softness and he pulled her up. She was sort of semi - lying, semi - sitting under him and Harry looked into her eyes.
"Look, Hermione. I'm not going to propose now or anything. But I think that you are so beautiful that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I love the way that your hair falls and your figure curves, but I suppose more than that, I just love you, for who you are. As I said, I'm not going to propose, but will you spend the rest of your life with me?" he asked. Hermione just looked at him, her mouth opening and closing.
"You don't?" he murmured sadly.
"No, Harry, I do! I do, but.it's just.a shock," she replied.
"But you love me, don't you?" he demanded.
"Harry, I love you more than anything in the world, honestly. I love you for your scar and for the way that you kiss me. But more than anything, your tender caresses and love are the most overwhelming thing I have to deal with. I'll spend the rest of my life with you. I will, and I'll never let go of you. We can have little Grangers' and Potters' running around and we can have a simple wedding. I'll do it, if you want. But, Harry, you promise me one thing?" she uttered.
"Whatever darling! Whatever will make me get to keep you as a wife, as a loving mother, as a person I love. Whatever it is, I'll do it for you!" he said truthfully, almost like the song line.
"Please.please don't have an affair!" she pleaded. Harry laughed and fused his lips with hers.
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A/N: I am so sorry everyone. I wasn't really expecting to finish this now at six chapters. I think I'll have one last one, like what they tell people and stuff and a graduation kind of theme, so it'll probably warp some months or even years (Hermione is only sixteen approximately 6th year). Yeah, I will. Nothing happened much with Draco did it? Anyway, all hands up for a sequel? * Five hundred hands go up * Ok, I'll consider it. If I do do a sequel then it will probably be towards the very end of Harry/Hermione's life at Hogwarts and it might be rated higher than this because if they have baby Grangers' and Potters' then it needs not be said. Unless I bypass that.
Uh.about the last bit with an affair. I don't actually have a boyfriend * eyes fill with tears and starts crying * but when I sort of get one * heh heh * then that would be my biggest worry that my husband/boyfriend has an affair. So I thought that seeing as that was sort of like a life story with the problems Hermione had then I thought I would include that (well, life story apart from the fact I don't have a guy).
One last thing for anyone that wants an insight into my life. When I wrote that that Hermione collapsed whilst supporting Harry because the pain seared through her body, that can actually be true. I have collapsed a couple of times before, one really embarrassing time was in Art at my old school and I had to lay down on this fake fur shoe thing (like you wipe your shoes on when you go inside.). Uh! That was gross. Anyway, so you can collapse from it, mark my words. I didn't write about MRI's.oh well.
Sorry. MRI's are what I have to see if there is any muscle sort of stuff in my legs 'cos that's the worst part. Anyway, I'll see how I go for writing these story sequels, ciao and ALL PEOPLE, PLEASE READ MY AUTHOR'S NOTES!
Sorry! Last thing, I promise! I suppose one last thing I want to write is why I wrote this story. I kinda feel like not many people really understand others, and like Harry did, he got over his shock and stayed with Hermione for support. Except for my parents, I don't really have that much support from others. I suppose that if anyone that reads this story and knows or meets someone with a similar condition they don't just reject them. Take this story to heart, because if you reject someone for what they don't have, i.e. athletic ability and you get something then chances are you'll get rejected by someone for something you don't have. In some ways, I suppose, I wanted to feel like there was an understanding between you readers and me, and that you can take to memory that not everyone is the same. Even Aboriginals' are people, and we all have feelings and thoughts that don't want to be shattered because we are ill. I have had to get on with my life after losing friends, it's not the end of the world really. Because, looking back, I realised they weren't really friends!
Love everyone, love you, and most of all, respect!
Cuppy!
(P.S. I am not really a Christian or believer in God I just think that some people need to feel wanted wherever they are!)