Hermione's Visit
Ch. 2
A/N: I didn't plan on making this any longer, but it seems you all would
like me to. So I will. Ill make it a story of Hermione's entire WEEK at Harry's place. Also, thank you so very much for the reviews. For once they aren't flames! Well, not everyone flamed, but ya get the picture. This is
going to be part 1 of day 2. The chapter that lays down the battles,
emotional and mental. Now enough babbling, on to chapter two.
Hermione woke to Harry's peaceful breathing on her head. She didn't quite remember how they got into this situation, especially the part where Hermione somehow got her arm around Harry's waist, but all that mattered to her was that she enjoyed it.
She had been aware of her feelings for Harry since 4th year, but she was never the type to jump out and say anything. Her friendship with Harry simply wasn't worth the risk. But that didn't mean that she didn't give him hints. The most obvious one she had given would be the kiss on the cheek at Kings Cross station at the end of their 4th year, but she believed that meant nothing to Harry now due to the fact that she had given Ron a kiss on the cheek too. Ron was her friend too, and she had to do something to keep Ron's eyes OFF of the Weasley is our King badges. She figured she had done a good job. Ron was pretty dumbfounded and just walked off, touching his cheek. But she still feared that he would take it the wrong way.
During their 5th year was when she had prayed for the trio's sanity the most. Harry had been warped into a raging ball of fury ever since he had arrived at grimmuald place. Hermione had tried several times to soothe Harry, and she thought that she was successful most of the time. She had been driven to tears several times whenever she failed to do so though. But it didn't matter now. Harry for once in his life was happy.
She wondered what her 6th year would be like with Harry. She hoped that he would be as angry, and that he would channel that energy into something positive, like studying! But she vowed that whatever he went through; shed be with him till death.
Hermione was starting to have trouble concentrating on anything now. Venting her feelings, even if only in her head, was a relief. Harry's rhythmic breathing and the slow rise and fall of his shoulder was slowly lulling Hermione back to sleep. Soon, her eyelids started to droop, and she was lost once again into the world of dreams.
Two hours past before Harry's eyelids fluttered open. Harry looked down and saw Hermione sleeping peacefully on his shoulder. He wasn't quite sure how they had got to this stage. Harry's eyes trailed to where his right arm was, and then where Hermione's had ended up. Just then he had another swooping feeling in his stomach, but Harry didn't feel very awkward this time. On the contrary, Harry felt quite comfortable, even though he didn't want to admit it.
Harry then started to examine every little detail of her face. How her chocolate brown eyes, though he could not see them, complimented her dark brown ringlets of hair. How her cheeks puffed out just enough to fit with her nose. And how her lips were just the right size for her face.
'Her face,' Harry thought. It was so beautiful, yet devoid of any make up. Harry wondered how he had failed to see this for the past 5 years. He was amazed at the fact he had never once complimented her about her face, but vowed to break that nasty habit by the end of Hermione's visit.
Harry started to wonder why he was releasing these feelings, even if they were only to himself, from the depths of his heart. Perhaps the dam had been decaying and cracking for too long. He knew they had been there, but he had never bothered to acknowledge them. Perhaps he would break the habit. Or maybe he would simply ignore them till the dam burst.
Just then, Hermione's eyelids opened to reveal her heavenly chocolate brown eyes; one of the few pairs that he found warmth and loyalty in. She then looked up at him with those blessed eyes of hers.
"Good morning Hermione" Harry said softly.
"Good morning to you too Harry" Hermione replied, her head now back on her shoulder. Both of them seemed to just want to enjoy the moment rather than talk, and so they did. Little did they know that that little snitch Sirius was watching them. Or did they? Sirius gave them 5 minutes; he couldn't have his food get cold!
At about 3 minutes in, Harry suddenly asked, "so, how long have you been standing there?" Sirius looked dumbfounded, Harry had caught the snitch!
"Oh I, uh" Sirius stuttered. "I just walked up here!" He finished weakly.
"Sure Sirius" Hermione added, smiling softly.
"Fine I was watching you too. I swear you both are like Lily and James. Now come on, can't have your breakfast getting cold can you?" Sirius said, the ghost of a grin crossing his face. Neither of them caught it.
Hermione sniffed the air. "Bacon!" She said, licking her lips. She slowly rose, reluctantly taking her arm from around Harry's waist, and Harry the same situation. Hermione then dropped all manners.
"Come on Harry!" She said, grabbing the half asleep Harry's hand and dragging him down the stairs. She knew that she might seem a little rude, but her stomach was getting to her. They approached the basement kitchen door, and walked through to the biggest wake up call either had ever experienced.
"Surprise!" 20 or so people screamed unanimously. The order was here, but why? Harry thought to what day it was. Nope, not his birthday, nor Hermione's. They suddenly stared at the two, well more like there hands. Upon noticing mundungus, both Harry and Hermione immediately released themselves. They didn't want another repeat of the lies skeeter had told about them in 4th year. Harry however wondered if it would still be a complete lie.
"So what's the occasion?" Hermione asked coolly.
"Were celebrating because it's officially the first day of Harry's escape from hell!" Ginny piped up, appearing out of the back. She had noticed their hands too, but she didn't mind. She had given up on him ages ago. She knew they both belonged to each other. It was Ron she was worried about though. And sure enough, Ron was the next thing out of Harry's mouth.
"Is Ron here?" Harry asked Ginny. She didn't want to tell him that he had gone out the back door to the hall the moment he had seen the two holding hands, so she decided to compromise.
"I think he's elsewhere in the house right now" she answered, failing to meet Harry's eye.
"Surrrrrrre" Luna then added in a voice that wasn't quite here own. All eyes were now on the teenagers, letting them have their welcomes before bombarding Harry with their own. "Probably sulking, ill go find him for you Harry". All eyes were now on Harry.
"Sulking?" Harry asked Luna. "Why?"
"Id believe that would be obvious. Just look around for a bit." She said, smiling. She then walked out the door to find Ron. Harry looked around at everybody who was there, waiting for someone to talk. As if on queue, they started walking up to him, asking how his night before and his morning so far had been. Harry couldn't figure out why they would really care. WHY would they do this? Something suddenly clicked inside his head. Sirius.
'I am going to kill him!' Harry thought angrily. Right next to him, Hermione seemed to have put the puzzle together as well.
"So Sirius, where are you?" She called out, a grin forming across her face.
"I'm right here!" He said, appearing from behind mundungus. He then noticed the looks on their faces. "I'm in trouble, aren't I?"
"You are in more than trouble!" Harry hissed. "What was up with you and Mundungus exchanging gold?!?"
"Business is business Harry." Sirius replied.
"Okay Sirius. Confess and we won't make a scene" Hermione said, a grin coming across her face.
"What would you do?" He added, just as sneakily.
"I saw you with that one girl back there before you were exchanging gold with mundungus." Hermione whispered.
'What?' Harry thought. He hadn't seen this! Oh he just imagined the idea of using this against Sirius for the rest of his life.
"Yes Sirius, revenge. And the only difference is you two actually have something going on." Hermione finished.
"Fine, I confess for what you two know I did. But I've seen it before, and I'm telling you, by the end of the week you may think differently. Also, why aren't you two embarrassed? Why haven't you denied a thing?" Sirius asked.
"That's for us to know and you to find out later." Hermione said. Harry was wondering how he or Hermione could possibly be so cool about this, as if they were talking about the weather over tea, but Harry would have time to figure that out later. Sirius then walked away. Harry and Hermione looked at each other, and both burst out laughing.
"I think we've extracted revenge pretty well? What about you Harry?" Hermione asked.
"Definitely. But I never saw him with a girl." Harry answered.
"That's because your angle was being covered by other people. I had a clear view, and let me tell you, I don't think hell be bugging us for a while." She replied matter-of-factly, once again bursting into laughter. "Now lets eat, I'm still hungry you know!"
And with the pleasing satisfaction that they both had something to use against Sirius, the pair attacked the food on the table with such ferocity the Ron would be proud.
Ch. 2
A/N: I didn't plan on making this any longer, but it seems you all would
like me to. So I will. Ill make it a story of Hermione's entire WEEK at Harry's place. Also, thank you so very much for the reviews. For once they aren't flames! Well, not everyone flamed, but ya get the picture. This is
going to be part 1 of day 2. The chapter that lays down the battles,
emotional and mental. Now enough babbling, on to chapter two.
Hermione woke to Harry's peaceful breathing on her head. She didn't quite remember how they got into this situation, especially the part where Hermione somehow got her arm around Harry's waist, but all that mattered to her was that she enjoyed it.
She had been aware of her feelings for Harry since 4th year, but she was never the type to jump out and say anything. Her friendship with Harry simply wasn't worth the risk. But that didn't mean that she didn't give him hints. The most obvious one she had given would be the kiss on the cheek at Kings Cross station at the end of their 4th year, but she believed that meant nothing to Harry now due to the fact that she had given Ron a kiss on the cheek too. Ron was her friend too, and she had to do something to keep Ron's eyes OFF of the Weasley is our King badges. She figured she had done a good job. Ron was pretty dumbfounded and just walked off, touching his cheek. But she still feared that he would take it the wrong way.
During their 5th year was when she had prayed for the trio's sanity the most. Harry had been warped into a raging ball of fury ever since he had arrived at grimmuald place. Hermione had tried several times to soothe Harry, and she thought that she was successful most of the time. She had been driven to tears several times whenever she failed to do so though. But it didn't matter now. Harry for once in his life was happy.
She wondered what her 6th year would be like with Harry. She hoped that he would be as angry, and that he would channel that energy into something positive, like studying! But she vowed that whatever he went through; shed be with him till death.
Hermione was starting to have trouble concentrating on anything now. Venting her feelings, even if only in her head, was a relief. Harry's rhythmic breathing and the slow rise and fall of his shoulder was slowly lulling Hermione back to sleep. Soon, her eyelids started to droop, and she was lost once again into the world of dreams.
Two hours past before Harry's eyelids fluttered open. Harry looked down and saw Hermione sleeping peacefully on his shoulder. He wasn't quite sure how they had got to this stage. Harry's eyes trailed to where his right arm was, and then where Hermione's had ended up. Just then he had another swooping feeling in his stomach, but Harry didn't feel very awkward this time. On the contrary, Harry felt quite comfortable, even though he didn't want to admit it.
Harry then started to examine every little detail of her face. How her chocolate brown eyes, though he could not see them, complimented her dark brown ringlets of hair. How her cheeks puffed out just enough to fit with her nose. And how her lips were just the right size for her face.
'Her face,' Harry thought. It was so beautiful, yet devoid of any make up. Harry wondered how he had failed to see this for the past 5 years. He was amazed at the fact he had never once complimented her about her face, but vowed to break that nasty habit by the end of Hermione's visit.
Harry started to wonder why he was releasing these feelings, even if they were only to himself, from the depths of his heart. Perhaps the dam had been decaying and cracking for too long. He knew they had been there, but he had never bothered to acknowledge them. Perhaps he would break the habit. Or maybe he would simply ignore them till the dam burst.
Just then, Hermione's eyelids opened to reveal her heavenly chocolate brown eyes; one of the few pairs that he found warmth and loyalty in. She then looked up at him with those blessed eyes of hers.
"Good morning Hermione" Harry said softly.
"Good morning to you too Harry" Hermione replied, her head now back on her shoulder. Both of them seemed to just want to enjoy the moment rather than talk, and so they did. Little did they know that that little snitch Sirius was watching them. Or did they? Sirius gave them 5 minutes; he couldn't have his food get cold!
At about 3 minutes in, Harry suddenly asked, "so, how long have you been standing there?" Sirius looked dumbfounded, Harry had caught the snitch!
"Oh I, uh" Sirius stuttered. "I just walked up here!" He finished weakly.
"Sure Sirius" Hermione added, smiling softly.
"Fine I was watching you too. I swear you both are like Lily and James. Now come on, can't have your breakfast getting cold can you?" Sirius said, the ghost of a grin crossing his face. Neither of them caught it.
Hermione sniffed the air. "Bacon!" She said, licking her lips. She slowly rose, reluctantly taking her arm from around Harry's waist, and Harry the same situation. Hermione then dropped all manners.
"Come on Harry!" She said, grabbing the half asleep Harry's hand and dragging him down the stairs. She knew that she might seem a little rude, but her stomach was getting to her. They approached the basement kitchen door, and walked through to the biggest wake up call either had ever experienced.
"Surprise!" 20 or so people screamed unanimously. The order was here, but why? Harry thought to what day it was. Nope, not his birthday, nor Hermione's. They suddenly stared at the two, well more like there hands. Upon noticing mundungus, both Harry and Hermione immediately released themselves. They didn't want another repeat of the lies skeeter had told about them in 4th year. Harry however wondered if it would still be a complete lie.
"So what's the occasion?" Hermione asked coolly.
"Were celebrating because it's officially the first day of Harry's escape from hell!" Ginny piped up, appearing out of the back. She had noticed their hands too, but she didn't mind. She had given up on him ages ago. She knew they both belonged to each other. It was Ron she was worried about though. And sure enough, Ron was the next thing out of Harry's mouth.
"Is Ron here?" Harry asked Ginny. She didn't want to tell him that he had gone out the back door to the hall the moment he had seen the two holding hands, so she decided to compromise.
"I think he's elsewhere in the house right now" she answered, failing to meet Harry's eye.
"Surrrrrrre" Luna then added in a voice that wasn't quite here own. All eyes were now on the teenagers, letting them have their welcomes before bombarding Harry with their own. "Probably sulking, ill go find him for you Harry". All eyes were now on Harry.
"Sulking?" Harry asked Luna. "Why?"
"Id believe that would be obvious. Just look around for a bit." She said, smiling. She then walked out the door to find Ron. Harry looked around at everybody who was there, waiting for someone to talk. As if on queue, they started walking up to him, asking how his night before and his morning so far had been. Harry couldn't figure out why they would really care. WHY would they do this? Something suddenly clicked inside his head. Sirius.
'I am going to kill him!' Harry thought angrily. Right next to him, Hermione seemed to have put the puzzle together as well.
"So Sirius, where are you?" She called out, a grin forming across her face.
"I'm right here!" He said, appearing from behind mundungus. He then noticed the looks on their faces. "I'm in trouble, aren't I?"
"You are in more than trouble!" Harry hissed. "What was up with you and Mundungus exchanging gold?!?"
"Business is business Harry." Sirius replied.
"Okay Sirius. Confess and we won't make a scene" Hermione said, a grin coming across her face.
"What would you do?" He added, just as sneakily.
"I saw you with that one girl back there before you were exchanging gold with mundungus." Hermione whispered.
'What?' Harry thought. He hadn't seen this! Oh he just imagined the idea of using this against Sirius for the rest of his life.
"Yes Sirius, revenge. And the only difference is you two actually have something going on." Hermione finished.
"Fine, I confess for what you two know I did. But I've seen it before, and I'm telling you, by the end of the week you may think differently. Also, why aren't you two embarrassed? Why haven't you denied a thing?" Sirius asked.
"That's for us to know and you to find out later." Hermione said. Harry was wondering how he or Hermione could possibly be so cool about this, as if they were talking about the weather over tea, but Harry would have time to figure that out later. Sirius then walked away. Harry and Hermione looked at each other, and both burst out laughing.
"I think we've extracted revenge pretty well? What about you Harry?" Hermione asked.
"Definitely. But I never saw him with a girl." Harry answered.
"That's because your angle was being covered by other people. I had a clear view, and let me tell you, I don't think hell be bugging us for a while." She replied matter-of-factly, once again bursting into laughter. "Now lets eat, I'm still hungry you know!"
And with the pleasing satisfaction that they both had something to use against Sirius, the pair attacked the food on the table with such ferocity the Ron would be proud.