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Morally Substantial Chapter 3
Harry turned to Hermione and said,
"When will it stop hurting? I don't think I can handle this much more..."
Hermione's eyes filled with tears and she opened her arms wide. Harry moved into them and sighed. Burying his head into her shoulder, he smelt her sweet scent of vanilla.
"You know Harry, I don't know much about life. All I know is that things like this take time. It hurts, and we all understand that. Don't be afraid or ashamed of your grief. We've all been through it at some time or another. We're here to help. I'll always be here for you Harry. Always. I'd do anything for you. All you have to do is ask."
Harry listened to these words, and the tears spilled down once more. He suddenly realised, that he wasn't alone, and he didn't think he would ever be.
Pulling back from their hug, Harry sniffed, and gave a somewhat watery smile to Hermione.
"I'm glad you're here, Hermy." At this she smiled and rolled her eyes.
"Harry, would you do me a favour? It's nothing big or anything, but it's important to me."
"Name it."
"Well, Ron and me... we're... we're going to be getting married (A.N, yes, I know, "how cliché" lol, but you'll see), and we'd love for you to be the best man..."
Harry stood gob smacked. All of a sudden he leapt forward and hugged Hermione fiercely.
"Choking, Harry, chocking!" she gasped out.
"Oh... sorry... he he..." smiling at her again, with more conviction, he added, "I'd be honoured."
"Thank you Harry!" and she kissed him on the cheek. "I'd better go tell Ron... Will you be alright?" She added.
"I think so." He replied nodding.
She turned and hurried across the room to look for her husband to be. Harry sighed mentally, and thought back to their last day of term in 5th year. He'd always known that Ron fancied Hermione, but, to be honest, he never thought Hermione would ever be able to put up with him. But Ron had changed. They all had, when it came down to it. Ron had learnt responsibility, and respect. Hermione had come to value friendship, and to be more impulsive. Harry felt that he'd begun to work harder. He now harboured respect for those he never thought he could. He'd even discovered something new about himself as well. During the summer holidays, he'd been thinking about Cho a lot, and girls in general. He found that, even though some were undeniably beautiful, and he was still attracted to them, that he started to think about men. Not boys. Teenagers, he felt, were too irresponsible. He began watching strangers and evaluating them subconsciously. He had given his sexual preferences a lot of thought, and finally decided, that, yes, he was bisexual, and yes, maybe he did have a very, very, little crush on a certain potions professor. Harry felt happy for Ron and Hermione, but also felt quite guilty... They could openly share their affection towards each other. Affection that Harry could not remember having. The ugly green monster had reared its head and bared its teeth on numerous occasions.
Harry felt a new presence behind him. Turning around quickly, he found himself face to torso. Slowly looking up a slim, well built chest, past an elegant neck, he found himself looking into obsidian eyes, framed by ebony looks.
"Mr. Potter, as soon as you have finished memorising my profile..."
Harry's cheeks flushed slightly, but he replied boldly,
"Who said I needed to memorise it, Severus?"
It was now Snape's turn to flush.
"And who said you had permission to call me by my first name, Harry?"
Harry smiled.
"That's the first time you've ever called me Harry. In answer to your question, I felt it stupid to be calling you "Snape" all the time, now that I'm a member of the order. Kind of informal, isn't it?"
Harry could have sworn he heard a mumble of "Impertinent whelp", but decided to let it be, but not without a sly smile.
"You know," the potions professor said. "I am sure that at one time or another, children respected their elders."
"I know," Harry replied in a mischievous tone. "I am sure that at one time or another, you were a child. I, however, am not, so you'll not get that kind of pleasure from me."
Oops. He'd just thrown an innuendo at his teacher. Snape's eyes glinted. Uh oh.
"Mr. Potter, I'd be very careful about what you promise. One of these days, someone might just take you up on the offer."
TO BE CONTINUED! Yay! I'll try and get another chapter in by Friday folks. REVIEW!!!
Morally Substantial Chapter 3
Harry turned to Hermione and said,
"When will it stop hurting? I don't think I can handle this much more..."
Hermione's eyes filled with tears and she opened her arms wide. Harry moved into them and sighed. Burying his head into her shoulder, he smelt her sweet scent of vanilla.
"You know Harry, I don't know much about life. All I know is that things like this take time. It hurts, and we all understand that. Don't be afraid or ashamed of your grief. We've all been through it at some time or another. We're here to help. I'll always be here for you Harry. Always. I'd do anything for you. All you have to do is ask."
Harry listened to these words, and the tears spilled down once more. He suddenly realised, that he wasn't alone, and he didn't think he would ever be.
Pulling back from their hug, Harry sniffed, and gave a somewhat watery smile to Hermione.
"I'm glad you're here, Hermy." At this she smiled and rolled her eyes.
"Harry, would you do me a favour? It's nothing big or anything, but it's important to me."
"Name it."
"Well, Ron and me... we're... we're going to be getting married (A.N, yes, I know, "how cliché" lol, but you'll see), and we'd love for you to be the best man..."
Harry stood gob smacked. All of a sudden he leapt forward and hugged Hermione fiercely.
"Choking, Harry, chocking!" she gasped out.
"Oh... sorry... he he..." smiling at her again, with more conviction, he added, "I'd be honoured."
"Thank you Harry!" and she kissed him on the cheek. "I'd better go tell Ron... Will you be alright?" She added.
"I think so." He replied nodding.
She turned and hurried across the room to look for her husband to be. Harry sighed mentally, and thought back to their last day of term in 5th year. He'd always known that Ron fancied Hermione, but, to be honest, he never thought Hermione would ever be able to put up with him. But Ron had changed. They all had, when it came down to it. Ron had learnt responsibility, and respect. Hermione had come to value friendship, and to be more impulsive. Harry felt that he'd begun to work harder. He now harboured respect for those he never thought he could. He'd even discovered something new about himself as well. During the summer holidays, he'd been thinking about Cho a lot, and girls in general. He found that, even though some were undeniably beautiful, and he was still attracted to them, that he started to think about men. Not boys. Teenagers, he felt, were too irresponsible. He began watching strangers and evaluating them subconsciously. He had given his sexual preferences a lot of thought, and finally decided, that, yes, he was bisexual, and yes, maybe he did have a very, very, little crush on a certain potions professor. Harry felt happy for Ron and Hermione, but also felt quite guilty... They could openly share their affection towards each other. Affection that Harry could not remember having. The ugly green monster had reared its head and bared its teeth on numerous occasions.
Harry felt a new presence behind him. Turning around quickly, he found himself face to torso. Slowly looking up a slim, well built chest, past an elegant neck, he found himself looking into obsidian eyes, framed by ebony looks.
"Mr. Potter, as soon as you have finished memorising my profile..."
Harry's cheeks flushed slightly, but he replied boldly,
"Who said I needed to memorise it, Severus?"
It was now Snape's turn to flush.
"And who said you had permission to call me by my first name, Harry?"
Harry smiled.
"That's the first time you've ever called me Harry. In answer to your question, I felt it stupid to be calling you "Snape" all the time, now that I'm a member of the order. Kind of informal, isn't it?"
Harry could have sworn he heard a mumble of "Impertinent whelp", but decided to let it be, but not without a sly smile.
"You know," the potions professor said. "I am sure that at one time or another, children respected their elders."
"I know," Harry replied in a mischievous tone. "I am sure that at one time or another, you were a child. I, however, am not, so you'll not get that kind of pleasure from me."
Oops. He'd just thrown an innuendo at his teacher. Snape's eyes glinted. Uh oh.
"Mr. Potter, I'd be very careful about what you promise. One of these days, someone might just take you up on the offer."
TO BE CONTINUED! Yay! I'll try and get another chapter in by Friday folks. REVIEW!!!