Hermione's Visit
Ch.3- Feelings Revealed
A/N: Hey everybody. Sorry it took so long to get this chapter out. I was at
camp for a week and the closest thing to a computer they had was a cell phone! Plus, I've had writers block for a while. Hope you guys like this.
Harry and Hermione walked back up the stairs to the hallway, stuffed with bacon, eggs, sausage, and pancakes. And maybe some milk, but nothing else. As they reached the top of the landing, they noticed that there was now a door at the end of the hall. Harry walked over to it, wondering how a room could suddenly appear out of no where without him knowing about it, as he DID live here. He tried to open it, but it wouldn't budge. Hermione walked over next to him, her wand out.
"Alohamora" Hermione bellowed. Harry tried again; nothing.
"Maybe, it will only open to certain people." Hermione said, thinking hard.
"A very close guess Miss Granger." Someone said from behind them. Both Harry and Hermione wheeled around and saw Albus Dumbledore standing before them. There was a strange smile upon his face as he looked the two over. "It will only open when you figure out what is in it. It will be something Harry needs, and something that you, Harry, have seen at Hogwarts before," he finished, and with that, he disapparated.
"Well, that's helpful." Harry snapped. "I've seen thousands of strange things in Hogwarts!"
"I think what he meant was that it would come to you subconsciously." Hermione stated.
"How am I supposed to know when I've found out what it is?" Harry asked.
"Something tells me that you will know, Harry. When the time is right." Hermione said softly. "Come on, let's do some homework!" Harry groaned.
"Homework? You want to do homework while your here?" Harry asked, bewildered.
"Ohh come on Harry, at least one subject. It'll get it out of the way anyway!" Hermione pleaded. Harry simply couldn't refuse that puppy dog face.
"Ohhh, fine." Harry said, giving in to the mystical power that was Hermione. Off in the distance he thought he heard the invisible portrait in his room cough, Whipped. He would have to deal with him later. They walked into Hermione's room, and Hermione then ran to her book bag she had brought along. She threw it on the table and pulled out Hogwarts, A History. Harry had just realized he hadn't brought his books, and figured that it would be the perfect cover-up to go talk to Phinneas about his little coughing fit.
"Uhhh, Hermione, I forgot my books in my room. I'm going to go get em, ok?" Harry asked.
"Ok, Harry" Hermione replied, her nose still stuck in her all time favorite book.
Harry then walked into his room and closed the door.
"How is my all time favorite roommate, Harry the Whipped?" Phinneas said from his invisible portrait, in his most cunning baby voice.
"I could break you right now, you know" Harry said, looking for his school books.
"Ahh, but that would make Hermione mad, and we can't have that can we?" He replied. He was MUCH worse than Sirius.
"What would you know about it?" Harry barked as he picked up his book bag.
"I know it when I see it, potter." Phinneas finished as Harry walked out the door, fuming. Now there were two people who 'Knew it when they saw it'. Maybe it just ran in the black family, but he wasn't defenseless. Sirius himself had a girlfriend and he planned to milk that opportunity for all it could be worth. Harry then walked back into Hermione's room after composing himself.
"So, what subject are we starting with?" Harry asked coolly.
'Were only doing one today," Hermione answered, followed by a 'thank god' from Harry. "History of Magic," Hermione said.
"What?" Harry said, whining. "Well, you would be able to finish the essay in an instant. What was the prompt again? Write an essay on the history of infamous objects, people, and events that have made their way into Hogwarts? " Harry finished, looking at Hermione.
"You're not copying mine! But I can give you an extra copy of Hogwarts a history." Hermione said.
"You have multiple copies?!?" Harry asked incredulously.
"I figured neither you nor Ron would ever buy yourselves a copy." Hermione answered. "Now let's get started." Hermione finished. And with that, they started reading. The words droned in his head just like Professor Binnses voice did whenever he was giving a lecture. Words like Sorcerers stone, Triwizard tournament, and Gildaroy Lockhart. He scribbled a few lines down, and noticed from the window that it was getting later and later into the night. He had written about ¾'s of the required amount of parchment by the time 9:00 came by. Hermione however, was already going overboard and was on her 3rd roll of parchment.
By the time it was 10:00, Harry hadn't quite finished, but Hermione had crashed right on her paper, which was twice as long as it needed to be. Harry thought that she looked extremely cute like this, with her hair all in her face and hands on either side of her book. Harry walked over and gently put her arms around his neck. She stirred slightly, but then fell back against Harry's chest. He then picked her up and carried her to her bed. He laid her down, and brought a blanket over her. She looked so peaceful whenever she was sleeping.
Harry then returned to add the finishing touches to his paper. He scribbled a bit more and then added the final object, the Mirror of Erised. Suddenly, he had the desire to go back to the door. He got up, and walked out of the room, extinguishing the lamps before he left. He then turned to his left toward the newly created room, and the door opened as he walked toward it. He walked in and saw, sure enough, The Mirror of Erised. Harry had no idea how it got there or why it was here, but he wouldn't mind seeing his parents once again. He walked over and stared into the depths of the glass. But Harry did not see his parents; nor did he see himself as a quidditch star or as an auror. What he DID see though was Hermione, staring happily back at him with an angelic look upon her face. He looked to the arms around her and to the person to whom they belonged. They belonged to Harry.
'This isn't my deepest desire!' Harry thought. 'Is it?' From what Harry knew, the Mirror never lied. He walked over to the mirror and put his hand on the glass. It was just as cold as it should have been, but he felt warm inside, like a fire had been sparked inside of him and was steadily growing in size and power. Harry had tried to label these thoughts as hormones, but according to the mirror, it was something much deeper.
"Indeed it is, Harry." Professor Dumbledore said behind him. This wasn't the first time that Dumbledore had appeared behind him as he stared into the depths of a magical mirror, and that helped Harry not to be so surprised.
"Indeed what is, Professor?" Harry asked, staring into the headmasters eyes, looking for the answer within them.
"You know the answer to that Harry, and you didn't need to break into my mind to do it." Dumbledore said, smiling at him.
"What do you mean?" Harry said.
"What I mean is that you just used ligillemens on me, but I don't think you did it consciously, otherwise you would know the answer to that as well." He replied.
"Uhhh, yeah." Harry said, blushing.
"Sirius was right when he said so many years ago that you two were like Lily and James. But don't be afraid to love Harry, for it is something that you two desperately need and have definitely earned." Dumbledore stated. He noticed the look of bewilderment on Harry's face and continued. "Harry, you and Hermione share a great bond of friendship. The strongest the Hogwarts has ever seen, id say. And with bonds like that, love creeps up on you. So slowly that you don't recognize it for what it is, but it is always there. You do understand me, don't you Harry?" Dumbledore asked.
"Y-y-yes, Professor." Harry answered, now shaking.
"Don't be afraid," Dumbledore finished, Disapparating.
"What did I tell you Harry?" A voice said from behind him.
"Sirius?!?" Harry yelped, jumping around to see his god father standing in the doorway. "Shut up" Harry snapped as his god father smirked at him.
"Ok James." He said, bursting into laughter. "Oh, and Harry, don't return to Hermione's room tonight. I don't know what you two might do!" He said jokingly.
"Goodnight, Sirius." Harry said, walking past him and into his room.
"I told you." Phinneas drawled out. Harry threw a shoe at him and flopped down into bed, thinking deeply. Was he, in I love? /I It was such a strong word to use for someone who you'd had a platonic relationship for your entire life. He curled up in bed, and slowly drifted, but not before he saw his door open.
"Harry," Hermione whispered. "Are you awake?"
"I'm here. What is it Hermione?" Harry asked, concerned about her. From the little light that was now filling the room; he saw that there were tears in her eyes.
"Had a bad dream" She said, hiccupping.
"Come here, Hermione." Harry said, motioning to his bed. Hermione willingly came over and sank into Harry's arms. Hermione couldn't help but think that they fit rather well together, and that it just felt right, unlike the way it felt when she was with victor. "I'm sorry, its just, ohh it was horrible!" She said, crying into Harry's chest.
"Its ok, you don't have to tell me what happened." Harry said soothingly. He knew how it felt to have to relieve something horrible that you went through again and again to tons of people. He continued to whisper little encouragements in her ear as he stroked her coffee brown hair. It felt like silk falling in-between his fingers. Soon afterwards, Hermione fell back asleep in Harry's arms. Harry couldn't see how he could get her back to her bed without waking her. Hermione then took every other option away as she started to sink towards the bed. Harry had no choice but to follow if he was to keep Hermione asleep. Harry couldn't help but think that this felt right, no matter how hard he tried. And he tried Hard. He could feel Hermione's rhythmic breathing and soon fell asleep, his arm still over Hermione, as she didn't have any intention of letting it go, asleep or awake.
Dumbledore and Sirius then walked in, and both had smiles on their faces. Both of them looked at each other, and shared a silent message. They knew that this would happen, and they saw no reason to fight it. They knew that it would have come about sooner or later, and with that, they walked out to leave the two in peace, Sirius for the second time.
Ch.3- Feelings Revealed
A/N: Hey everybody. Sorry it took so long to get this chapter out. I was at
camp for a week and the closest thing to a computer they had was a cell phone! Plus, I've had writers block for a while. Hope you guys like this.
Harry and Hermione walked back up the stairs to the hallway, stuffed with bacon, eggs, sausage, and pancakes. And maybe some milk, but nothing else. As they reached the top of the landing, they noticed that there was now a door at the end of the hall. Harry walked over to it, wondering how a room could suddenly appear out of no where without him knowing about it, as he DID live here. He tried to open it, but it wouldn't budge. Hermione walked over next to him, her wand out.
"Alohamora" Hermione bellowed. Harry tried again; nothing.
"Maybe, it will only open to certain people." Hermione said, thinking hard.
"A very close guess Miss Granger." Someone said from behind them. Both Harry and Hermione wheeled around and saw Albus Dumbledore standing before them. There was a strange smile upon his face as he looked the two over. "It will only open when you figure out what is in it. It will be something Harry needs, and something that you, Harry, have seen at Hogwarts before," he finished, and with that, he disapparated.
"Well, that's helpful." Harry snapped. "I've seen thousands of strange things in Hogwarts!"
"I think what he meant was that it would come to you subconsciously." Hermione stated.
"How am I supposed to know when I've found out what it is?" Harry asked.
"Something tells me that you will know, Harry. When the time is right." Hermione said softly. "Come on, let's do some homework!" Harry groaned.
"Homework? You want to do homework while your here?" Harry asked, bewildered.
"Ohh come on Harry, at least one subject. It'll get it out of the way anyway!" Hermione pleaded. Harry simply couldn't refuse that puppy dog face.
"Ohhh, fine." Harry said, giving in to the mystical power that was Hermione. Off in the distance he thought he heard the invisible portrait in his room cough, Whipped. He would have to deal with him later. They walked into Hermione's room, and Hermione then ran to her book bag she had brought along. She threw it on the table and pulled out Hogwarts, A History. Harry had just realized he hadn't brought his books, and figured that it would be the perfect cover-up to go talk to Phinneas about his little coughing fit.
"Uhhh, Hermione, I forgot my books in my room. I'm going to go get em, ok?" Harry asked.
"Ok, Harry" Hermione replied, her nose still stuck in her all time favorite book.
Harry then walked into his room and closed the door.
"How is my all time favorite roommate, Harry the Whipped?" Phinneas said from his invisible portrait, in his most cunning baby voice.
"I could break you right now, you know" Harry said, looking for his school books.
"Ahh, but that would make Hermione mad, and we can't have that can we?" He replied. He was MUCH worse than Sirius.
"What would you know about it?" Harry barked as he picked up his book bag.
"I know it when I see it, potter." Phinneas finished as Harry walked out the door, fuming. Now there were two people who 'Knew it when they saw it'. Maybe it just ran in the black family, but he wasn't defenseless. Sirius himself had a girlfriend and he planned to milk that opportunity for all it could be worth. Harry then walked back into Hermione's room after composing himself.
"So, what subject are we starting with?" Harry asked coolly.
'Were only doing one today," Hermione answered, followed by a 'thank god' from Harry. "History of Magic," Hermione said.
"What?" Harry said, whining. "Well, you would be able to finish the essay in an instant. What was the prompt again? Write an essay on the history of infamous objects, people, and events that have made their way into Hogwarts? " Harry finished, looking at Hermione.
"You're not copying mine! But I can give you an extra copy of Hogwarts a history." Hermione said.
"You have multiple copies?!?" Harry asked incredulously.
"I figured neither you nor Ron would ever buy yourselves a copy." Hermione answered. "Now let's get started." Hermione finished. And with that, they started reading. The words droned in his head just like Professor Binnses voice did whenever he was giving a lecture. Words like Sorcerers stone, Triwizard tournament, and Gildaroy Lockhart. He scribbled a few lines down, and noticed from the window that it was getting later and later into the night. He had written about ¾'s of the required amount of parchment by the time 9:00 came by. Hermione however, was already going overboard and was on her 3rd roll of parchment.
By the time it was 10:00, Harry hadn't quite finished, but Hermione had crashed right on her paper, which was twice as long as it needed to be. Harry thought that she looked extremely cute like this, with her hair all in her face and hands on either side of her book. Harry walked over and gently put her arms around his neck. She stirred slightly, but then fell back against Harry's chest. He then picked her up and carried her to her bed. He laid her down, and brought a blanket over her. She looked so peaceful whenever she was sleeping.
Harry then returned to add the finishing touches to his paper. He scribbled a bit more and then added the final object, the Mirror of Erised. Suddenly, he had the desire to go back to the door. He got up, and walked out of the room, extinguishing the lamps before he left. He then turned to his left toward the newly created room, and the door opened as he walked toward it. He walked in and saw, sure enough, The Mirror of Erised. Harry had no idea how it got there or why it was here, but he wouldn't mind seeing his parents once again. He walked over and stared into the depths of the glass. But Harry did not see his parents; nor did he see himself as a quidditch star or as an auror. What he DID see though was Hermione, staring happily back at him with an angelic look upon her face. He looked to the arms around her and to the person to whom they belonged. They belonged to Harry.
'This isn't my deepest desire!' Harry thought. 'Is it?' From what Harry knew, the Mirror never lied. He walked over to the mirror and put his hand on the glass. It was just as cold as it should have been, but he felt warm inside, like a fire had been sparked inside of him and was steadily growing in size and power. Harry had tried to label these thoughts as hormones, but according to the mirror, it was something much deeper.
"Indeed it is, Harry." Professor Dumbledore said behind him. This wasn't the first time that Dumbledore had appeared behind him as he stared into the depths of a magical mirror, and that helped Harry not to be so surprised.
"Indeed what is, Professor?" Harry asked, staring into the headmasters eyes, looking for the answer within them.
"You know the answer to that Harry, and you didn't need to break into my mind to do it." Dumbledore said, smiling at him.
"What do you mean?" Harry said.
"What I mean is that you just used ligillemens on me, but I don't think you did it consciously, otherwise you would know the answer to that as well." He replied.
"Uhhh, yeah." Harry said, blushing.
"Sirius was right when he said so many years ago that you two were like Lily and James. But don't be afraid to love Harry, for it is something that you two desperately need and have definitely earned." Dumbledore stated. He noticed the look of bewilderment on Harry's face and continued. "Harry, you and Hermione share a great bond of friendship. The strongest the Hogwarts has ever seen, id say. And with bonds like that, love creeps up on you. So slowly that you don't recognize it for what it is, but it is always there. You do understand me, don't you Harry?" Dumbledore asked.
"Y-y-yes, Professor." Harry answered, now shaking.
"Don't be afraid," Dumbledore finished, Disapparating.
"What did I tell you Harry?" A voice said from behind him.
"Sirius?!?" Harry yelped, jumping around to see his god father standing in the doorway. "Shut up" Harry snapped as his god father smirked at him.
"Ok James." He said, bursting into laughter. "Oh, and Harry, don't return to Hermione's room tonight. I don't know what you two might do!" He said jokingly.
"Goodnight, Sirius." Harry said, walking past him and into his room.
"I told you." Phinneas drawled out. Harry threw a shoe at him and flopped down into bed, thinking deeply. Was he, in I love? /I It was such a strong word to use for someone who you'd had a platonic relationship for your entire life. He curled up in bed, and slowly drifted, but not before he saw his door open.
"Harry," Hermione whispered. "Are you awake?"
"I'm here. What is it Hermione?" Harry asked, concerned about her. From the little light that was now filling the room; he saw that there were tears in her eyes.
"Had a bad dream" She said, hiccupping.
"Come here, Hermione." Harry said, motioning to his bed. Hermione willingly came over and sank into Harry's arms. Hermione couldn't help but think that they fit rather well together, and that it just felt right, unlike the way it felt when she was with victor. "I'm sorry, its just, ohh it was horrible!" She said, crying into Harry's chest.
"Its ok, you don't have to tell me what happened." Harry said soothingly. He knew how it felt to have to relieve something horrible that you went through again and again to tons of people. He continued to whisper little encouragements in her ear as he stroked her coffee brown hair. It felt like silk falling in-between his fingers. Soon afterwards, Hermione fell back asleep in Harry's arms. Harry couldn't see how he could get her back to her bed without waking her. Hermione then took every other option away as she started to sink towards the bed. Harry had no choice but to follow if he was to keep Hermione asleep. Harry couldn't help but think that this felt right, no matter how hard he tried. And he tried Hard. He could feel Hermione's rhythmic breathing and soon fell asleep, his arm still over Hermione, as she didn't have any intention of letting it go, asleep or awake.
Dumbledore and Sirius then walked in, and both had smiles on their faces. Both of them looked at each other, and shared a silent message. They knew that this would happen, and they saw no reason to fight it. They knew that it would have come about sooner or later, and with that, they walked out to leave the two in peace, Sirius for the second time.