Chapter 3
"Kids, here are your robes and new books. Be sure to pack your clothes properly, and remember to pack everything. I don't want any of your books or clothes lying around. And."
"Yes Mum, we know," interrupted Ron, rolling his eyes. "We're not kids anymore."
"Well, I'll leave you to your packing. If you want anything to eat, I've made some pancakes. They're on the kitchen table." Mrs Weasley closed the door and they heard the creak of the stairs as she went down.
"Harry, do you want to practice Quidditch for a little while longer before dinner?" asked Ron. "We've got time."
"Er.no thanks, Ron," replied Harry, looking furtively at Ron. "I've still got Snape's Deflating Draft essay to write. Hermione's helping me, so I won't take long. Why don't you practice with Ginny?"
"Erm.ok then. Ginny's packing so I won't disturb her. She doesn't like being disturbed, you should see how the victim of her Bat Bogey Hexes looks like." Ron broke off, shuddering.
"See you later, Harry." Ron closed the door behind him, leaving Harry and Hermione alone.
"Well, let's get started. Um.how much have you written?"
"Er.about five inches. It's not much, but I really didn't know what to write."
"Oh. Ok then.um.you've written about the ingredients.so now you've got to write out the method - that's very long, you know - and the properties of each of the ingredients."
Harry groaned. That sounded like a lot of work.
"Don't worry, I'll help you. Here." Hermione pulled a piece of parchment towards her, loaded her quill with ink and started scribbling notes for Harry.
Harry looked at her and thought, how does she do all that? All that work with so much ease? I wish I was like her. She's beautiful in the inside and the outside. I really wish that.she could.
Hermione's voice interrupted his thoughts.
"There. I've written all the points you need for this essay. All you've got to do is add more information to them and you're done." Hermione passed the parchment over to Harry.
"Thanks. You're a great help, Hermione."
"Oh! That was nothing.it was just." Hermione mumbled to herself, blushing a deep scarlet.
A fleeting thought flew across Harry's mind: Am I just imagining it, or is she.
Again, Hermione's angelic (to Harry) voice cut his thoughts short.
"Well, I see you'll do fine now. I'll just go out now, since you don't seem to have any."
"No!!!"
Hermione turned, her bushy hair turning here and there.
"Er.I meant, no because if I have any problems, then you'll have to be here to help me." Harry muttered, a faint crimson creeping up his cheeks.
"Oh. Ok.I'll stay here. If you have any problems, just call."
"Ok. Um.Hermione, I have something to tell you."
"What?" Hermione thought: Is he really.or is he just saying something else?
"Er.this is something I kept from you for the last five years. I feel that.I should tell you now," Harry cleared his throat nervously and got to his feet. "As you know, I've broken up with Cho. She and I are over, because even though I seemed to like her, I had secretly been liking someone else."
"So you're telling me who this someone else is, right?" Hermione breathed a sigh of relief.
"No."
"No?"
"Yes, no. I'm telling you that.actually.the person I have been liking all this while is." Harry turned a bright red and could easily have boiled a pot of water. Hermione looked the same.
"That person is.is.is.she is.is.y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-you." "Me?" Hermione said breathlessly. She then momentarily looked as if she was in her own world.
"H-Hermione? Are you alright? I know you're very shocked by all this, but - " Harry could speak no longer since Hermione was already kissing him. Harry seemed startled for a moment, but then kissed Hermione tenderly back. He had finally told her, told her the secret he had been hiding for five years, and now.even though this was not the reaction he had been expecting, but he still loved it.
Finally, Hermione broke the kiss to gasp for air. Harry looked at her with those green eyes of his and took hold of her, bringing her face dangerously close to his. Hermione stared at him fearfully. Harry had never behaved like this before.
"I love you, Hermione. You know I do, don't you?"
"Yes, why?"
"Good then, because I hope you won't be startled by what I'm going to do."
Harry's mouth was on Hermione's before she could do anything. Hermione was experiencing a sensation she had never experienced before. This was good, she thought to herself, not noticing Harry's left hand traveling up under her shirt, reaching for her bra, to unsnap it.
A snap broke the unnatural silence. Hermione knew what was happening, but she did not care. All she knew was that (besides what was happening) she loved Harry, loved him so much that she would like what ever was going to happen.
And she did. As Harry (still kissing her) fell onto the bed beside her, he took off his shirt. Hermione was dreamily kissing Harry, when she could no longer hold her breath. She broke the kiss again. Harry took off her shirt and threw unto the floor. He pulled the blanket up to Hermione's chin and locked the door. However, before he closed the door and locked it, he didn't see Ron's horrified face in the hallway. He didn't realize that the door was open wide enough for anyone to see what was happening. He didn't see Ron's horrified expression. He didn't realize how hurt Ron was. He didn't realize that Ron was already determined to end his friendship with him.
(a/n: The Good stuff started!! Well, not for Ron. What will happen next? Will Hermione come to her senses? Will Ron and Harry stay broken up forever? If you want to find out the answers to all these questions, then look out for the next chapter.
P.S.: I saw a lot of these movies and I know Harry would not ever do this but I just added it in for excitement.)
"Kids, here are your robes and new books. Be sure to pack your clothes properly, and remember to pack everything. I don't want any of your books or clothes lying around. And."
"Yes Mum, we know," interrupted Ron, rolling his eyes. "We're not kids anymore."
"Well, I'll leave you to your packing. If you want anything to eat, I've made some pancakes. They're on the kitchen table." Mrs Weasley closed the door and they heard the creak of the stairs as she went down.
"Harry, do you want to practice Quidditch for a little while longer before dinner?" asked Ron. "We've got time."
"Er.no thanks, Ron," replied Harry, looking furtively at Ron. "I've still got Snape's Deflating Draft essay to write. Hermione's helping me, so I won't take long. Why don't you practice with Ginny?"
"Erm.ok then. Ginny's packing so I won't disturb her. She doesn't like being disturbed, you should see how the victim of her Bat Bogey Hexes looks like." Ron broke off, shuddering.
"See you later, Harry." Ron closed the door behind him, leaving Harry and Hermione alone.
"Well, let's get started. Um.how much have you written?"
"Er.about five inches. It's not much, but I really didn't know what to write."
"Oh. Ok then.um.you've written about the ingredients.so now you've got to write out the method - that's very long, you know - and the properties of each of the ingredients."
Harry groaned. That sounded like a lot of work.
"Don't worry, I'll help you. Here." Hermione pulled a piece of parchment towards her, loaded her quill with ink and started scribbling notes for Harry.
Harry looked at her and thought, how does she do all that? All that work with so much ease? I wish I was like her. She's beautiful in the inside and the outside. I really wish that.she could.
Hermione's voice interrupted his thoughts.
"There. I've written all the points you need for this essay. All you've got to do is add more information to them and you're done." Hermione passed the parchment over to Harry.
"Thanks. You're a great help, Hermione."
"Oh! That was nothing.it was just." Hermione mumbled to herself, blushing a deep scarlet.
A fleeting thought flew across Harry's mind: Am I just imagining it, or is she.
Again, Hermione's angelic (to Harry) voice cut his thoughts short.
"Well, I see you'll do fine now. I'll just go out now, since you don't seem to have any."
"No!!!"
Hermione turned, her bushy hair turning here and there.
"Er.I meant, no because if I have any problems, then you'll have to be here to help me." Harry muttered, a faint crimson creeping up his cheeks.
"Oh. Ok.I'll stay here. If you have any problems, just call."
"Ok. Um.Hermione, I have something to tell you."
"What?" Hermione thought: Is he really.or is he just saying something else?
"Er.this is something I kept from you for the last five years. I feel that.I should tell you now," Harry cleared his throat nervously and got to his feet. "As you know, I've broken up with Cho. She and I are over, because even though I seemed to like her, I had secretly been liking someone else."
"So you're telling me who this someone else is, right?" Hermione breathed a sigh of relief.
"No."
"No?"
"Yes, no. I'm telling you that.actually.the person I have been liking all this while is." Harry turned a bright red and could easily have boiled a pot of water. Hermione looked the same.
"That person is.is.is.she is.is.y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-you." "Me?" Hermione said breathlessly. She then momentarily looked as if she was in her own world.
"H-Hermione? Are you alright? I know you're very shocked by all this, but - " Harry could speak no longer since Hermione was already kissing him. Harry seemed startled for a moment, but then kissed Hermione tenderly back. He had finally told her, told her the secret he had been hiding for five years, and now.even though this was not the reaction he had been expecting, but he still loved it.
Finally, Hermione broke the kiss to gasp for air. Harry looked at her with those green eyes of his and took hold of her, bringing her face dangerously close to his. Hermione stared at him fearfully. Harry had never behaved like this before.
"I love you, Hermione. You know I do, don't you?"
"Yes, why?"
"Good then, because I hope you won't be startled by what I'm going to do."
Harry's mouth was on Hermione's before she could do anything. Hermione was experiencing a sensation she had never experienced before. This was good, she thought to herself, not noticing Harry's left hand traveling up under her shirt, reaching for her bra, to unsnap it.
A snap broke the unnatural silence. Hermione knew what was happening, but she did not care. All she knew was that (besides what was happening) she loved Harry, loved him so much that she would like what ever was going to happen.
And she did. As Harry (still kissing her) fell onto the bed beside her, he took off his shirt. Hermione was dreamily kissing Harry, when she could no longer hold her breath. She broke the kiss again. Harry took off her shirt and threw unto the floor. He pulled the blanket up to Hermione's chin and locked the door. However, before he closed the door and locked it, he didn't see Ron's horrified face in the hallway. He didn't realize that the door was open wide enough for anyone to see what was happening. He didn't see Ron's horrified expression. He didn't realize how hurt Ron was. He didn't realize that Ron was already determined to end his friendship with him.
(a/n: The Good stuff started!! Well, not for Ron. What will happen next? Will Hermione come to her senses? Will Ron and Harry stay broken up forever? If you want to find out the answers to all these questions, then look out for the next chapter.
P.S.: I saw a lot of these movies and I know Harry would not ever do this but I just added it in for excitement.)