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On last chapter...


"Bye Ron," Hermione answered, before looking at Harry. "Well, lets g..." she stopped talking when she noticed Harry had feel asleep in her arms. Shaking her head, Hermione climbed the stairs and entered on her room, before laying Harry on his bed and going to take a bath.


Potion Troubles IV


Hermione was getting out of the shower, when she started to hear screams and, without a second thought, she ran to the room, still in a towel. When she reached her room, she saw Harry sitting up on his bed, crying and still screaming. But, this time, he was calling for her.


"Harry!" she exclaimed and the child looked at her. "Harry, what's the matter?"


"Bad man," the child mumbled, hugging her tightly and putting his head on her chest "Me alone."


"Harry...," Hermione started without knowing what to do, besides hugging him back. "You're not alone."


"You left me," Harry interrupted against her chest.


"No, I didn't," Hermione answered back. "I was in the shower." However, Hermione was almost out of breath, when Harry put his arms around her neck and hugged her, with a strength that didn't seem normal for a three year old boy 'C'mon Hermione, do something!' she exclaimed to herself, as the small boy continued to cry on her arms "Harry... please... calm down...I'm here..."


"Scared," Harry mumbled and Hermione could feel some of his tears falling down her back.


Hermione closed her eyes and took a deep breath, when she felt her eyes tearing. 'How is it possible for him to suffer this way?' she asked herself 'He's so sweet and caring. He doesn't deserve going through all this... Oh, I wish I could take all his pain...' As she took other deep breath, Hermione tried to compose herself.


"Shh, there's no need to be scared," she whispered, rocking the child in her arms. "I'm here and I'll never leave you alone."


"Promise?" Harry asked, against her hair.


Hermione nodded and whispered,


"I promise."


Slowly and still a bit shaky, Harry let her go and looked at her, right in the eyes. Once again, Hermione couldn't help but feel her heart squeezing as she saw the sadness in his eyes.


"Promise promise?" he asked, still unsure.


Hermione nodded, again


"Promise, promise," she answered and Harry hugged her again.


"Sing?" he asked and Hermione couldn't help but smile at his sweet voice.


"Yes, I'll sing." Harry let her go immediately and ran towards her bed, right besides Crookshanks. "Trying to steal my bed, eh?" she asked, getting up. Harry nodded, before grabbing Crookshanks, and putting the animal besides him. Hermione giggled, when she noticed the way the cat was looking at her. It was like he was asking 'what am I, a toy?' "Ok, let me change and then I'll sing you something."


"Ok," answered Harry and Hermione walked to her closet. She could feel Harry's eyes on her and that, despite of Harry be a 3 year old child, was making her uncomfortable...very uncomfortable. 'Oh c'mon Hermione, it's not like you're going to dress here. Besides, he's just a child.'


Once she had all her clothes, she looked at Harry.


"I'm going to the bathroom. Wait a second, ok?" Harry nodded and Hermione entered the bathroom, slowly closing the door behind her.


While she was dressing, Hermione couldn't help but ask herself if what Ron was always nagging her about was true. Could she be falling in love with Harry? Since the sixth year, Ron was always saying that the two of them were perfect for each other and now, despite of the situation, Hermione couldn't help but ask if that was true.


'Of course it isn't.' Hermione thought, as she looked at the mirror 'Harry is perfect, and I have this bushy hair, this fatness that doesn't want to disappear... Why would he look at me?'


As she shook her head, Hermione opened the door and heard Harry screaming, but it didn't seem to be a scream of pain, on the contrary, it was of joy.


"Harry?" she called, running towards her room. "Harry, where are you?" She started to look around, but Harry wasn't anywhere in sight. "Harry, c'mon, this isn't time to play." 'And no time to give me a real heart-attack.'


"Minnie!" a voice exclaimed and Hermione looked at the open window. 'Oh no, he didn't...' she thought, while walking faster towards the window. However, when she approached, she felt relief and anger at the same time.


"Ronald Weasley!" she exclaimed "What are you doing?"


"Calm down Hermione, it's not like I'm going to drop him." Ron answered.


Ron was on his broomstick, outside, with Harry in front of him, between his arms and legs.


"That's dangerous for him!" Hermione exclaimed. "Bring him here! Right now!"


"Humm...I don't think so," Ron said and Hermione looked at him, dangerously. "Why don't we ask the man?" Ron looked at Harry, who was screaming in happiness and trying to make the broom fly."Harry do you wanna go for a ride or go to the room?"


"Ride!" Harry exclaimed, still with his enormous smile.


Ron looked at Hermione, with a smile.


"You heard him."


"He's too young to fly on a broom!" Hermione exclaimed. "And I don't want him to get hurt!"


"You're acting like I don't know what I'm doing," Ron said, as he rolled his eyes. "I did the same with Ginny when she was 4."


"I don't care," Hermione started, putting her hands on her hips. "Harry has to eat and sleep."


"Oh, c'mon Minnie," Ron started. "It's 8 o'clock. Besides, I haven't seen Harry this happy for ages. It's just a little ride."


"No," answered Hermione, tapping with her foot hard on the ground.


"You're acting like you're his mother," Ron said "I thought you liked him as a lover, and not as a mother." Hermione blushed terribly, and opened her mouth a few times but nothing came out. "We'll be back in fifteen minutes," Ron finished, before flying towards the Quidditch field, with Harry laughing.


'That felt good.' Ron thought, grinning 'It isn't everyday you leave Hermione speechless.'


~*~


Hermione was trying to concentrate on the homework she was doing...scratch that...that she was trying to do, but she couldn't stop looking at the window and to the door of the room: Ron had said fifteen minutes, but half a hour had already pass, and there was no sign of Harry or Ron.


What was happening with her? Was she worried about Harry because he was a child, or because he was more then she wanted him to be? 'Don't be silly.' Hermione thought, as she shook her head 'You're worried because he's a child, and because he is with Ron.' However, when she looked down and read what she had been writing, she couldn't help but raise her eyebrow and whisper 'what in the world?'.


Grabbing the piece of paper, Hermione blinked her eyes and cleared her throat:


"You're my dreams and my reality,

You're the one I wish to see everyday, in the morning,

You're the last person I wish to see, at night.

I wish I could tell you what my heart wants,

I wish I could scream to the world

What my soul tries to deceive.

I wish I could tell you those sweet words,

I wish so much to tell,

I wish I could tell you:

I love you."


"Oh no...," Hermione mumbled, as she blushed "I didn't wrote this."


knock knock


Hermione looked at the door, while putting the paper between her books. However before she could say a thing, the door opened and someone came in running in her direction, before knocking her over with a hug.


"Minnie!" a voice screamed and Hermione breathed a sigh of relief.


"Hey Harry, how was the ride?" she asked, looking down.


"Uncle Ron show balls," the child answered, letting her go. "There's a nitch, a taffle and two buggers."


Hermione giggled, before putting a hand on his head.


"Oh really? And where's Uncle Ron?"


"Food," Harry said.


"Oh, so he's gone to dinner and didn't bring us anything?"


Harry shook his head.


"No food for us," he said and Hermione blushed ashamed, even though no one could see her.


"Ok. But before we eat, you have to wash your hands."


"No bath?" asked Harry, getting up.


Hermione shook her head.


"No bath, today. We don't want Uncle Ron to catch a cold, do we?"


Harry shook his head and entered in the bathroom.


When she was alone, Hermione couldn't help but sigh. She grabbed the piece of parchment she had written. 'Admit it, girl,' a voice said, on her mind 'You're falling for you're best friend.'


~*~


"Thanks for the food, Ron," Hermione said, cleaning Harry's mouth and cheeks, that were covered in chocolate.


"That's ok," the red haired boy answered. "I have to help you in some way, don't I? Besides, this is the safest thing I can do."


Hermione smiled as Harry sat on the ground, and started to draw.


"Did he have fun, flying?" she asked, quietly.


"You kidding?" Ron asked, raising his eyebrows. "That boy is natural, there's no doubt."


"Why do you say that?" Hermione asked.


"Well, he caught the Snitch."


"What?" Hermione asked, opening her eyes wide. "He's too young to play Quidditch, and you make him catch the Snitch? Are you insane?"


"No!" Ron exclaimed, trying to protect himself as Hermione tried to hit him on the head and arms. "The team was having problems on catching it when we appeared, and I decided to help them. Harry was with me and, when I was about to give up, he reached out a hand and grabbed it. I didn't even see it."


"Even though, you know he isn't suppose to see magic. We don't know if he knows magic exists!"


"C'mon Hermione, for him it was a game, nothing more," Ron said.


Hermione was about to open her mouth, when Harry touched her leg and made her look at him.


"Sleepy." he mumbled, rubbing his eyes.


"Of course you're sleepy," Hermione said, picking him up. "You had a long day."


"Sing?" Harry asked, as Hermione covered him with the sheets.


Hermione looked at Ron, who shrugged before clearing her throat and sitting beside him.


"Ok, but you have to close your eye," she said and Harry nodded, before doing what it had been told. Hermione looked again at Ron, who rolled his eyes when he understood the signal.


"See you guys, tomorrow," he said, before leaving the room.


When she saw the door closing, Hermione looked at Harry.


"Time, sometimes the time just slips away

And you're left with yesterday

Left with the memories

I, I'll always think of you and smile

And be happy for the time

I had you with me

Though we go our separate ways

I won't forget so don't forget

The memories we made

Please remember, please remember

I was there for you

And you were there for me

Please remember, our time together

The time was yours and mine

While we were wild and free

Please remember, please remember me..."


Ron sighed when he saw how quietly Hermione was singing, always looking at Harry's face. He knew his best friends had a crush on each other, but it seemed like both of them didn't wanted to admit it. He just hoped that, when Harry returned to his normal self, he would see how lucky he was for having a girl like Hermione on his side.

With that, Ron closed the door of Hermione's room, completely, and walked towards the boy's dorm room, Hermione's soft voice fading away in the background.


~*~


When Hermione stopped singing, she smiled at the serenity on Harry's face, before kissing him on his scar.
"I love you," she whispered. "And I'll always be with you."


To Be Continued...


A/N: Soooo? Was it bad? Good? Huh? Will you please tell me, pleeease? Oh, and the next chapter will be the last one. Thanks for reading and, please, review.