Author's Note: Things seem to be going well. I'm trying really hard to get
a chapter out each week at the very minimum. I am aiming for every few days
if I can manage it. Thanks for the past review and please don't stop. I
really would like to know what you think.
Chapter 4: Love Bug's Bite
Harry woke early the next day. Wanting more then anything to get downstairs to breakfast, where he could see Hermione again. He changed into his black robes and remembered the books he had taken from the library. He had barely even opened the cover of one of them. Feeling bad that he had abandoned his research the night before and thinking that Hermione wouldn't be up yet, Harry grabbed a few and when down to the common room.
This way, he wouldn't feel guilty for abandoning Sirius and he could also meet up with Hermione before they when down to the Great Hall. He shuffled through Counter Curses for Common Usage, not really expecting to find anything usefully, but still trying to do it interestedly. He managed to keep his attention on the book for about 30 seconds before is mind started to drifted back to the night before.
What a wonderful night. He had felt more magic last night then he had any other time in his life. And that was saying something, since he had spent the last five years in a world full of magic. The way Hermione had kisses was like life itself. It was full of energy and passion and could bring light to any situation...
"Hi, Harry. Doing more research?"
He looked up and found Hermione smiling at him. He smiled back and slyly replied, "Something like that. So, how was your sleep?"
Hermione sat down next to him and took his hand in hers, "Just fine, thanks. What about you? Did you have another nightmare last night?"
"Nope. My sleep was full of wonderful dreams of your beautiful face." Harry whispered sweetly. Hermione blushed and suddenly become quiet interested with something in her bag. He noticed this and quickly changed the subject. "Want to go get some breakfast? We have half an hour before classes start."
"Yeah, lets go."
They gathered their bags and headed for the portrait when they hear Ron calling after them. He ran over from the staircase and joined their group. They headed down to the Great Hall and sat down at the far end of the Gryffindor table. After breakfast, the three headed off to their first Care of Magical Creatures lesson of the year...
Harry's lessons pass excruciatingly slow that day. To make it even worse, he had been assigned a lot of homework as well. That meant that he would have less time to research and even less time alone with Hermione.
He sat up in the Gryffindor common room that night in his usual spot by the fire with Ron and Hermione next to him. Harry sighed at the thought of the essay Professor McGonagall had assigned them to do, that he would have to start after he finished his Defence Against the Dark Arts homework. How he longed to just put it all away and start researching about methods to get Sirius back. Though the want to impress Hermione kept him focused on his current work.
When he was finally finished his Dark Arts homework and had gotten a good start on his essay, Harry finally gave in to his research wants. Also hoping that the prospect of more research would drive Ron up to the dorm to avoid having to join in. Then he could be alone with Hermione once again.
Though, Ron followed his lead and put away his homework. He slid a stack of books towards him and picked one out of the middle of the pile. Hermione, who was seemed determined to finish her essay, took a while longer to join the research party.
When she did, they were once again all invisible to anyone else in the common room, surrounded by the towering stacks of borrowed books. No one spoke as they when, except when they thought that they might have found something or when they couldn't reach a new book.
As the room emptied around them, Ron daringly asked, "Harry, do you mind if I head to bed. I'm not finding anything useful and I'm getting tired."
Immersed in a very interesting paragraph on the powers of revival charms, not really hearing what Ron had side, Harry simply said, "Yeah, that sounds good."
Ignoring the fact that his friend didn't seem to even be listening to him, Ron sprang out of his seat and set off towards the dormitory.
Harry, finished reading the exert, looked up as he disappeared behind the door. He glanced at Hermione and asked, "Where is Ron going?"
"You told him he could go to bed. Weren't you even listening?"
Harry said quickly, "I was reading about revival charms. I thought there might be some useful information there if I read between the lines. I guess I wasn't." As he finished, staring at Hermione, he couldn't remember why the charm had seemed at all important.
Once again, he was alone with Hermione in an empty common room. "Alone at last," Harry whispered to her, as he wrapped his arm around her back.
Hermione glanced around, nodded, and then rested her head upon Harry's shoulder.
"I've been thinking about you all day." Harry murmured as he leaned in to give her a kiss.
Hermione kisses back sweetly as Harry's lips pressed against her own. "I've been thinking about you- about use too," she replied as the kisses ended.
Harry positioned his head near hers, as Hermione's moved back resting on his shoulder. "You smell very nice tonight," He said dreamily.
Blushing a little, Hermione whispered "thanks" back. She moved her arms tighter around his waist and snuggled into his chair. She became lost in the blissful silence that surrounded them. This is the time that she had been longing for all day. By the looks of things, she thought silently to herself, Harry has wanted it too.
But this thought made her tense a little. She knew that she should be indulging in this. She needed to back off. She didn't want to hurt Harry anymore then she was going to when she told him the other major thought that had been on her mind all day.
Harry felt Hermione push back somewhat and become rigid in his arms. Concerned that he had unknowingly done something that he shouldn't have, he loosened his grip slightly from around her shoulders and looked down at her.
Hermione could see Harry staring caringly at her. That was just going to make it harder for her. She couldn't stand to think of the pain that would be developing in that sweet gaze of his. She wasn't sure if she could tell him, but she knew she had to.
It would be even worse if she didn't. If she just waited, things would get more intense between them and more passionate. The only way she could possibly stay away from him was by telling him what she was thinking.
It was time to do it! She moved back out off of his chair and returned to her own. She pretended to become very interested in her shoes so that she couldn't see much of the shocked and hurt expression Harry wore at the sudden surprise of he jumping away from her. "Harry, I...I don't think...I think it would be best if...if we didn't do this anymore...I can't see you..." She added quickly, "I'm...I'm sorry..."
Author's Note: I'm going to finish up there. I'll try not to keep you in suspense for too long. Watch for my next chapter soon. Keep reviewing.
Chapter 4: Love Bug's Bite
Harry woke early the next day. Wanting more then anything to get downstairs to breakfast, where he could see Hermione again. He changed into his black robes and remembered the books he had taken from the library. He had barely even opened the cover of one of them. Feeling bad that he had abandoned his research the night before and thinking that Hermione wouldn't be up yet, Harry grabbed a few and when down to the common room.
This way, he wouldn't feel guilty for abandoning Sirius and he could also meet up with Hermione before they when down to the Great Hall. He shuffled through Counter Curses for Common Usage, not really expecting to find anything usefully, but still trying to do it interestedly. He managed to keep his attention on the book for about 30 seconds before is mind started to drifted back to the night before.
What a wonderful night. He had felt more magic last night then he had any other time in his life. And that was saying something, since he had spent the last five years in a world full of magic. The way Hermione had kisses was like life itself. It was full of energy and passion and could bring light to any situation...
"Hi, Harry. Doing more research?"
He looked up and found Hermione smiling at him. He smiled back and slyly replied, "Something like that. So, how was your sleep?"
Hermione sat down next to him and took his hand in hers, "Just fine, thanks. What about you? Did you have another nightmare last night?"
"Nope. My sleep was full of wonderful dreams of your beautiful face." Harry whispered sweetly. Hermione blushed and suddenly become quiet interested with something in her bag. He noticed this and quickly changed the subject. "Want to go get some breakfast? We have half an hour before classes start."
"Yeah, lets go."
They gathered their bags and headed for the portrait when they hear Ron calling after them. He ran over from the staircase and joined their group. They headed down to the Great Hall and sat down at the far end of the Gryffindor table. After breakfast, the three headed off to their first Care of Magical Creatures lesson of the year...
Harry's lessons pass excruciatingly slow that day. To make it even worse, he had been assigned a lot of homework as well. That meant that he would have less time to research and even less time alone with Hermione.
He sat up in the Gryffindor common room that night in his usual spot by the fire with Ron and Hermione next to him. Harry sighed at the thought of the essay Professor McGonagall had assigned them to do, that he would have to start after he finished his Defence Against the Dark Arts homework. How he longed to just put it all away and start researching about methods to get Sirius back. Though the want to impress Hermione kept him focused on his current work.
When he was finally finished his Dark Arts homework and had gotten a good start on his essay, Harry finally gave in to his research wants. Also hoping that the prospect of more research would drive Ron up to the dorm to avoid having to join in. Then he could be alone with Hermione once again.
Though, Ron followed his lead and put away his homework. He slid a stack of books towards him and picked one out of the middle of the pile. Hermione, who was seemed determined to finish her essay, took a while longer to join the research party.
When she did, they were once again all invisible to anyone else in the common room, surrounded by the towering stacks of borrowed books. No one spoke as they when, except when they thought that they might have found something or when they couldn't reach a new book.
As the room emptied around them, Ron daringly asked, "Harry, do you mind if I head to bed. I'm not finding anything useful and I'm getting tired."
Immersed in a very interesting paragraph on the powers of revival charms, not really hearing what Ron had side, Harry simply said, "Yeah, that sounds good."
Ignoring the fact that his friend didn't seem to even be listening to him, Ron sprang out of his seat and set off towards the dormitory.
Harry, finished reading the exert, looked up as he disappeared behind the door. He glanced at Hermione and asked, "Where is Ron going?"
"You told him he could go to bed. Weren't you even listening?"
Harry said quickly, "I was reading about revival charms. I thought there might be some useful information there if I read between the lines. I guess I wasn't." As he finished, staring at Hermione, he couldn't remember why the charm had seemed at all important.
Once again, he was alone with Hermione in an empty common room. "Alone at last," Harry whispered to her, as he wrapped his arm around her back.
Hermione glanced around, nodded, and then rested her head upon Harry's shoulder.
"I've been thinking about you all day." Harry murmured as he leaned in to give her a kiss.
Hermione kisses back sweetly as Harry's lips pressed against her own. "I've been thinking about you- about use too," she replied as the kisses ended.
Harry positioned his head near hers, as Hermione's moved back resting on his shoulder. "You smell very nice tonight," He said dreamily.
Blushing a little, Hermione whispered "thanks" back. She moved her arms tighter around his waist and snuggled into his chair. She became lost in the blissful silence that surrounded them. This is the time that she had been longing for all day. By the looks of things, she thought silently to herself, Harry has wanted it too.
But this thought made her tense a little. She knew that she should be indulging in this. She needed to back off. She didn't want to hurt Harry anymore then she was going to when she told him the other major thought that had been on her mind all day.
Harry felt Hermione push back somewhat and become rigid in his arms. Concerned that he had unknowingly done something that he shouldn't have, he loosened his grip slightly from around her shoulders and looked down at her.
Hermione could see Harry staring caringly at her. That was just going to make it harder for her. She couldn't stand to think of the pain that would be developing in that sweet gaze of his. She wasn't sure if she could tell him, but she knew she had to.
It would be even worse if she didn't. If she just waited, things would get more intense between them and more passionate. The only way she could possibly stay away from him was by telling him what she was thinking.
It was time to do it! She moved back out off of his chair and returned to her own. She pretended to become very interested in her shoes so that she couldn't see much of the shocked and hurt expression Harry wore at the sudden surprise of he jumping away from her. "Harry, I...I don't think...I think it would be best if...if we didn't do this anymore...I can't see you..." She added quickly, "I'm...I'm sorry..."
Author's Note: I'm going to finish up there. I'll try not to keep you in suspense for too long. Watch for my next chapter soon. Keep reviewing.