Once again, sorry it's so short u.u
Read and review. I'm thinking of quitting this story. No one reviews and
its getting kinda dumb. It's all plot and no shipping.
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Harry awoke in the Griffindor boys dorm, his blanket fluffy and wrapped tightly around him. He was in his bed, which disoriented him at first, because he was expecting the blinding white walls of the hospital. Swinging from the bed, Harry felt nauseous, and quickly sat back down. He glanced out the window. The sun was high in the sky and snow blanketed the ground. Harry could see the Quidditch layers flying circles in the sky.
Damnit! Quidditch practise. Harry cursed, trying to stand. He frowned. His legs felt weak. He needed to be at tryout. He wanted to be seeker again.
Harry made his way down the stairs, holding onto the railing so tight his knuckles turned white. Entering the Common room, Harry stopped, gripping the back of the chair by the fire, to catch his breath.
The common room was decorated for Christmas. And heartily done at that. Flashing lights hung in mid air strewn across the room in zigzags high above. A tree stood in the corner with an assortment of present under it and covered in decoration. From where he stood, Harry could see a small Quidditch player zooming in circles around the top of the tree, beneath the carol singing star.
"Where d'you think your going." Hermione asked, peeking over the top of her chair at him. Harry jumped, startled and tottered backwards. It seemed to happen in slow motion. Harry could see Hermione lunging to grab him. He felt a stirring within himself. Suddenly two feet of water, in a perfect square, sprang up beneath him. He could see the vines of water growing from his fingertips.
Splashing into the water, Harry drifted to the floor, then suddenly as it came, the water disappeared, leaving Harry, soaking wet in the center of a perfectly square wet spot on the carpet.
Hermione gasped, staring at him with wide brown eyes.
"Harry." Hermione trailed off, hyperventilating. She rushed to his side and helped him up. Harry was freezing. He could feel the cold air pressing against his damp flesh. He began shivering uncontrollably.
Hermione grabbed him under the arm and helped him up the stairs. Hesitating a moment before making up her mind, Hermione limped up the stairs to the boys dorm with Harry. She pushed the door open and looked in disgust at the pillows, books and food strewn across the floor. Muttering something about "Boys.!", Hermione sat Harry down onto his bed, and ripped his robe off over his head.
He was so pale. She couldn't help but look at his muscled chest and stomach, the taunt skin attractive beneath her tanned fingers as she pulled the blanket up to his chin. His plaid boxers were kinda cute too. Tacky. But cute.
"Does Dumbledore know Harry?" Hermione asked, rubbing Harry's arms quickly to warm them up. She sat down on the bed next to him.
Harry shook his head, still shivering. Hermione frowned. "You never told me you invoked water." Hermione whispered, glancing at the door, realising suddenly she was in the boys dorm alone with Harry.
All of the embarrassment of their kiss surface, and both of them blushed. Harry's blush was pathetically pale through his whitened, cold skin.
"I just woke up Hermione, I've had about ten seconds to realise it myself." He said sarcastically, rubbing his hands together, trying to conserve warmth.
Hermione's shoulders sagged. "God Harry, What have you gotten yourself into?" She asked, shaking her head, worried lines etched on her forehead.
Harry shrugged, looking away.
"I better go.." Hermione said awkwardly, glancing at the door, Standing to leave.
"Wait Hermione." Harry tried to stand again.
"Get down." She ordered, grabbing his arm to steady his wobbling body. His full form was exposed. He sure had grown up over the summer Hermione noted, feeling tacky from staring at his chest.
Harry, on a spur of the moment impulse leaned forwards, locking his lips onto Hermione's. She began to pull away, startled, but changed her mind and wrapped her arms around his waist. One of Harry's hands ran up her spin, underneath her robe, and the other cradled her head, his fingers woven into her hair.
As Hermione stopped holding up, and pressed herself against him, Harry toppled backwards, bringing Hermione with him. Neither of them stopped, they barely noticed someone trotting up the stairs.
"Harry! I Made Keep--" Ron began opening the door. His eyes widened and he took a step backwards.
"Ron!" Harry called after him as Ron sprinted down the stairs.
Shit. Hermione met Harry's eyes for a moment, then sprinted after Ron, since Harry couldn't stand, let alone run.
Damnit. Harry cursed himself. This would not go over well. Harry knew how Ron felt about Hermione. Why oh Why did he have to kiss her?
Because you lov--" Harry stopped that thought before it could fully process, and slumped against his pillow thinking about how awkward it would be tonight.
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Harry awoke in the Griffindor boys dorm, his blanket fluffy and wrapped tightly around him. He was in his bed, which disoriented him at first, because he was expecting the blinding white walls of the hospital. Swinging from the bed, Harry felt nauseous, and quickly sat back down. He glanced out the window. The sun was high in the sky and snow blanketed the ground. Harry could see the Quidditch layers flying circles in the sky.
Damnit! Quidditch practise. Harry cursed, trying to stand. He frowned. His legs felt weak. He needed to be at tryout. He wanted to be seeker again.
Harry made his way down the stairs, holding onto the railing so tight his knuckles turned white. Entering the Common room, Harry stopped, gripping the back of the chair by the fire, to catch his breath.
The common room was decorated for Christmas. And heartily done at that. Flashing lights hung in mid air strewn across the room in zigzags high above. A tree stood in the corner with an assortment of present under it and covered in decoration. From where he stood, Harry could see a small Quidditch player zooming in circles around the top of the tree, beneath the carol singing star.
"Where d'you think your going." Hermione asked, peeking over the top of her chair at him. Harry jumped, startled and tottered backwards. It seemed to happen in slow motion. Harry could see Hermione lunging to grab him. He felt a stirring within himself. Suddenly two feet of water, in a perfect square, sprang up beneath him. He could see the vines of water growing from his fingertips.
Splashing into the water, Harry drifted to the floor, then suddenly as it came, the water disappeared, leaving Harry, soaking wet in the center of a perfectly square wet spot on the carpet.
Hermione gasped, staring at him with wide brown eyes.
"Harry." Hermione trailed off, hyperventilating. She rushed to his side and helped him up. Harry was freezing. He could feel the cold air pressing against his damp flesh. He began shivering uncontrollably.
Hermione grabbed him under the arm and helped him up the stairs. Hesitating a moment before making up her mind, Hermione limped up the stairs to the boys dorm with Harry. She pushed the door open and looked in disgust at the pillows, books and food strewn across the floor. Muttering something about "Boys.!", Hermione sat Harry down onto his bed, and ripped his robe off over his head.
He was so pale. She couldn't help but look at his muscled chest and stomach, the taunt skin attractive beneath her tanned fingers as she pulled the blanket up to his chin. His plaid boxers were kinda cute too. Tacky. But cute.
"Does Dumbledore know Harry?" Hermione asked, rubbing Harry's arms quickly to warm them up. She sat down on the bed next to him.
Harry shook his head, still shivering. Hermione frowned. "You never told me you invoked water." Hermione whispered, glancing at the door, realising suddenly she was in the boys dorm alone with Harry.
All of the embarrassment of their kiss surface, and both of them blushed. Harry's blush was pathetically pale through his whitened, cold skin.
"I just woke up Hermione, I've had about ten seconds to realise it myself." He said sarcastically, rubbing his hands together, trying to conserve warmth.
Hermione's shoulders sagged. "God Harry, What have you gotten yourself into?" She asked, shaking her head, worried lines etched on her forehead.
Harry shrugged, looking away.
"I better go.." Hermione said awkwardly, glancing at the door, Standing to leave.
"Wait Hermione." Harry tried to stand again.
"Get down." She ordered, grabbing his arm to steady his wobbling body. His full form was exposed. He sure had grown up over the summer Hermione noted, feeling tacky from staring at his chest.
Harry, on a spur of the moment impulse leaned forwards, locking his lips onto Hermione's. She began to pull away, startled, but changed her mind and wrapped her arms around his waist. One of Harry's hands ran up her spin, underneath her robe, and the other cradled her head, his fingers woven into her hair.
As Hermione stopped holding up, and pressed herself against him, Harry toppled backwards, bringing Hermione with him. Neither of them stopped, they barely noticed someone trotting up the stairs.
"Harry! I Made Keep--" Ron began opening the door. His eyes widened and he took a step backwards.
"Ron!" Harry called after him as Ron sprinted down the stairs.
Shit. Hermione met Harry's eyes for a moment, then sprinted after Ron, since Harry couldn't stand, let alone run.
Damnit. Harry cursed himself. This would not go over well. Harry knew how Ron felt about Hermione. Why oh Why did he have to kiss her?
Because you lov--" Harry stopped that thought before it could fully process, and slumped against his pillow thinking about how awkward it would be tonight.