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The next morning when Harry woke up, it took him a few seconds to realize why Hermione was sound asleep next to him. Then he smiled as he remembered. Last night had been one of the best nights of his life, and he and Hermione had shared it together. Harry caressed HermioneÕs face, and gave her another kiss. Her eyes fluttered open, and a smile crept onto her face.
"Morning, Harry."
"Morning."
"Last night was amazing, wasnÕt it?"
Harry grinned. "Yeah, it was."
"We have to go back to Hogwarts today." Hermione looked at the clock. "Oh, itÕs eight oÕclock. WeÕve got about another hour before everyone else wakes up. I should probably go into my room, just so no one suspects anything."
"Yeah, good idea," he said. "See you later."
"Later," said Hermione. She gave Harry one last kiss before she went out of the room and into her own.
Harry lay in his bed for a few more minutes, or rather, a half hour, before getting up himself. He went over to his trunk, got dressed, and made sure everything was in his trunk that was his; he went over to Hedwig's cage, made sure his owl was in the cage, and the cage locked, and brought it over and put it down next to his trunk. Harry went over to the mirror, and tried to tame his hair with a comb and some water, but got frustrated because his hair just wouldnÕt lie down flat.
"Bloody hell, am I stupid," he said to himself. He screwed up his face in concentration, and when he heard a slight pop, he opened his eyes. His hair looked much better now, in his opinion. It wasnÕt sticking up like it normally did, but was now tame, and lying elegantly on his head.
Harry smiled at his reflection, and looked at his watch; he found that it was already nine oÕclock, so he exited his room and headed down the staircase and into the parlor where he, Hermione, and everyone else had eaten the night before. Harry was surprised, upon entering, to find Hermione already sitting at the table, along with Tonks and Lupin, all eating their breakfast. Harry sat down in front of Hermione, and pulled some eggs and bacon towards him.
Hermione and Harry looked up at each other, and smiled embarrassedly.
Hermione giggled. "Your hair looks nice." she looked down back at her plate.
Harry shifted in his seat, and poured himself some pumpkin juice. He poured some for Hermione, who looked at him, smiled, giggled, and looked back down at her plate. Harry rolled his eyes, and began on his breakfast right. Tonks and Lupin had been watching this with curiosity. Lupin muttered something to Tonks, who nodded her head, and spoke up.
"Hey, Harry," he said. "Can I have a word with you?"
"Er...OK." Harry got up from his seat, and followed him into a smaller parlor, only accessible from the one they had just left.
Lupin sat down, and motioned for Harry to do so also. He looked at Harry. Harry looked at his feet.
"Harry...I need to know something...have you done anything...well..."
Harry could tell that Lupin was having trouble saying what he wanted.
"Just say it," said Harry.
Lupin took a deep breath. "Have you...did you...er.... Did you-"
"HavesexwithHermione?" said Harry very quickly, still looking at his feet. Harry sighed. "Possibly."
"Either yes or no."
"Yes, all right?"
Lupin stared at Harry. "Harry..." Harry could see that his DADA professor was uncomfortable. "Why did you do this? Do you realize you couldÕve gotten her pregnant?"
"Yes, I realized that."
"Then why?"
"Because we both love each other."
"Harry, just because you both love each other doesnÕt mean you should..."
"I know, I know," said Harry.
"I mean, you should at least wait until your married...not that your parents did..." Lupin added to himself.
HarryÕs head shot up. "What?! My parents? When?"
"During our seventh year at Hogwarts. It had been about a month after they both admitted that they were in love with each other."
Harry smirked.
"Not that I approve of that..."
"So in this case, history basically repeated itself?"
Lupin nodded, and then smiled. "Yes," he said, getting up from his seat and patting Harry on the shoulder. "Well, letÕs go join the others."
~*~
Harry and Hermione were now on the Hogwarts express, sharing a compartment with their fellow 7th year, Neville Longbotton. Hermione, being her typical self, was reading her Transfiguration book that she would use in the coming year. Harry and Neville were currently playing a game of WizardÕs chess, and were talking about their summers; they were eating chocolate frogs, for the lunch trolley had gone by an hour before, and they were swapping the chocolate frog cards. So far, including the cards Harry already had in his trunk, he now had chocolate frog cards of himself, Merlin (which Neville said was very rare), and Mr. Weasley (for being the youngest ever Minister for Magic).
The atmosphere in the compartment was very relaxed at the moment. Though, of course, it wouldnÕt stay that way for long...
Neville had just left the compartment, saying that he needed to use the restroom, and now Harry and Hermione were alone; Hermione was still reading her book, and Harry was carefully going over his next move on the WizardÕs chess board. He was busily going over different scenarios, when the compartment door opened, revealing an uninvited guest, or guests.
"Hello, Malfoy," said Harry calmly, without looking up from the chessboard. "So nice of you to grace us with your presence."
Malfoy narrowed his eyes dangerously at Harry. "Quiet, Potter. I didnÕt come here to deal with you."
Harry noticed the tone in MalfoyÕs voice, and he didnÕt like it. He looked up from the chessboard, and saw Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle standing in the door way.
"Then who did you come here to deal with?" said Harry, with the air of readying himself for a fight.
"With Granger."
At these word, Hermione looked up from her book at Malfoy. She glared at him intently.
"What?" she said impatiently. "Speak!"
ÒIÕm not a dog!Ó
"Yeah, I think thatÕs a little obvious," said Harry. Crabbe and Goyle flexed their muscles threateningly.
"I came here to give Granger a little payback for the way she spoke to me in Diagon Alley yesterday," said Malfoy, looking at Harry.
"Out with it," said Hermione.
"DonÕt talk to me that way, you Mudblood!"
Harry stood up so fast that the chess pieces scattered.
"Take that back!"
"Make me, Potter!"
Harry shoved Malfoy. Malfoy shoved back, and earned himself a punch from Harry. Malfoy punched back, but Harry ducked out of the way, so instead of punching Harry, MalfoyÕs punch went wide, and hit the rack where HarryÕs trunk was stowed; it fell, and burst open at HermioneÕs feet. Hermione pulled her feet up quickly out of the way. Everyone stared at the trunk.
Malfoy threw a last dirty look at Harry and said, "Come on." He, Crabbe, and Goyle left the compartment.
Harry went over to the compartment door and closed it, and when he turned around, his eyes grew wide. A swirling, white mist was rising slowly from his trunk.
"Uh, Hermione?"
Hermione, who had begun reading her book again, look up. "What is it?"
Harry pointed at his trunk, and as HermioneÕs gaze fell on the swirling, white mist, which was surrounding them and their things quicker and quicker. Then they each felt a tug, and were both lurched irresistibly forward.
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"What just happened?"
It was Hermione that had just spoken. After being lurched irresistibly forward, they had been surrounded by the white mist, and then they felt as though they had been dropped from a height of three feet. They had landed in the Entrance Hall in Hogwarts. It was day break outside, but not a sound could be heard from...anywhere. Harry and Hermione looked around, confused.
"Well," said Harry at last, "at least we got here quickly; we donÕt have to ride on that train anymore."
"Yes, but..." Hermione bit her lower lip.
"What?"
"What do you think will happen when all the Professors find us here way before everyone else?"
"I dunno...reckon we should go to Dumbledore?"
"Yeah...good idea," said Hermione. She and Harry picked up their trunks (and Harry, HedwigÕs cage, with his owl still inside) and headed towards DumbledoreÕs office.
"All right, hereÕs the entrance," said Harry, a few minutes later. "But whatÕs the password?"
"What if he hasnÕt changed it yet, since last year?"
"Good idea.... Canary Creams!" Harry said. "Nope."
"Sherbert Lemon?" tried Hermione.
"Um...Fizzing Whizzbees?...Cockroach Cluster?"
"Bertie BottÕs Every Flavor Beans?"
ÒHermione, Dumbledore doesnÕt like Every Flavor Beans.Ó
"Oh yeah.... Oh, what could the password be? Socks" Hermione tried.
Getting desperate, Harry tried the next thing that came immediatley to his mind.
"Blood-Flavored Lollipops!" And to HarryÕs and HermioneÕs surprise, the stone gargoyle guarding the entrance to DumbledoreÕs office leaped aside.
"LetÕs leave our things here," said Hermione.
"Yeah, good idea..." Harry said, and he and Hermione went on up to DumbledoreÕs office.
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you know what to do... :-)
O'Malley the Alley Cat= I live in Napa, CA. :-)
Disclaimer: Take a wild guess...oh, and watch out for the monkeys (that was for you, O'Malley the Alley Cat! ;-) )
~*~
The next morning when Harry woke up, it took him a few seconds to realize why Hermione was sound asleep next to him. Then he smiled as he remembered. Last night had been one of the best nights of his life, and he and Hermione had shared it together. Harry caressed HermioneÕs face, and gave her another kiss. Her eyes fluttered open, and a smile crept onto her face.
"Morning, Harry."
"Morning."
"Last night was amazing, wasnÕt it?"
Harry grinned. "Yeah, it was."
"We have to go back to Hogwarts today." Hermione looked at the clock. "Oh, itÕs eight oÕclock. WeÕve got about another hour before everyone else wakes up. I should probably go into my room, just so no one suspects anything."
"Yeah, good idea," he said. "See you later."
"Later," said Hermione. She gave Harry one last kiss before she went out of the room and into her own.
Harry lay in his bed for a few more minutes, or rather, a half hour, before getting up himself. He went over to his trunk, got dressed, and made sure everything was in his trunk that was his; he went over to Hedwig's cage, made sure his owl was in the cage, and the cage locked, and brought it over and put it down next to his trunk. Harry went over to the mirror, and tried to tame his hair with a comb and some water, but got frustrated because his hair just wouldnÕt lie down flat.
"Bloody hell, am I stupid," he said to himself. He screwed up his face in concentration, and when he heard a slight pop, he opened his eyes. His hair looked much better now, in his opinion. It wasnÕt sticking up like it normally did, but was now tame, and lying elegantly on his head.
Harry smiled at his reflection, and looked at his watch; he found that it was already nine oÕclock, so he exited his room and headed down the staircase and into the parlor where he, Hermione, and everyone else had eaten the night before. Harry was surprised, upon entering, to find Hermione already sitting at the table, along with Tonks and Lupin, all eating their breakfast. Harry sat down in front of Hermione, and pulled some eggs and bacon towards him.
Hermione and Harry looked up at each other, and smiled embarrassedly.
Hermione giggled. "Your hair looks nice." she looked down back at her plate.
Harry shifted in his seat, and poured himself some pumpkin juice. He poured some for Hermione, who looked at him, smiled, giggled, and looked back down at her plate. Harry rolled his eyes, and began on his breakfast right. Tonks and Lupin had been watching this with curiosity. Lupin muttered something to Tonks, who nodded her head, and spoke up.
"Hey, Harry," he said. "Can I have a word with you?"
"Er...OK." Harry got up from his seat, and followed him into a smaller parlor, only accessible from the one they had just left.
Lupin sat down, and motioned for Harry to do so also. He looked at Harry. Harry looked at his feet.
"Harry...I need to know something...have you done anything...well..."
Harry could tell that Lupin was having trouble saying what he wanted.
"Just say it," said Harry.
Lupin took a deep breath. "Have you...did you...er.... Did you-"
"HavesexwithHermione?" said Harry very quickly, still looking at his feet. Harry sighed. "Possibly."
"Either yes or no."
"Yes, all right?"
Lupin stared at Harry. "Harry..." Harry could see that his DADA professor was uncomfortable. "Why did you do this? Do you realize you couldÕve gotten her pregnant?"
"Yes, I realized that."
"Then why?"
"Because we both love each other."
"Harry, just because you both love each other doesnÕt mean you should..."
"I know, I know," said Harry.
"I mean, you should at least wait until your married...not that your parents did..." Lupin added to himself.
HarryÕs head shot up. "What?! My parents? When?"
"During our seventh year at Hogwarts. It had been about a month after they both admitted that they were in love with each other."
Harry smirked.
"Not that I approve of that..."
"So in this case, history basically repeated itself?"
Lupin nodded, and then smiled. "Yes," he said, getting up from his seat and patting Harry on the shoulder. "Well, letÕs go join the others."
~*~
Harry and Hermione were now on the Hogwarts express, sharing a compartment with their fellow 7th year, Neville Longbotton. Hermione, being her typical self, was reading her Transfiguration book that she would use in the coming year. Harry and Neville were currently playing a game of WizardÕs chess, and were talking about their summers; they were eating chocolate frogs, for the lunch trolley had gone by an hour before, and they were swapping the chocolate frog cards. So far, including the cards Harry already had in his trunk, he now had chocolate frog cards of himself, Merlin (which Neville said was very rare), and Mr. Weasley (for being the youngest ever Minister for Magic).
The atmosphere in the compartment was very relaxed at the moment. Though, of course, it wouldnÕt stay that way for long...
Neville had just left the compartment, saying that he needed to use the restroom, and now Harry and Hermione were alone; Hermione was still reading her book, and Harry was carefully going over his next move on the WizardÕs chess board. He was busily going over different scenarios, when the compartment door opened, revealing an uninvited guest, or guests.
"Hello, Malfoy," said Harry calmly, without looking up from the chessboard. "So nice of you to grace us with your presence."
Malfoy narrowed his eyes dangerously at Harry. "Quiet, Potter. I didnÕt come here to deal with you."
Harry noticed the tone in MalfoyÕs voice, and he didnÕt like it. He looked up from the chessboard, and saw Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle standing in the door way.
"Then who did you come here to deal with?" said Harry, with the air of readying himself for a fight.
"With Granger."
At these word, Hermione looked up from her book at Malfoy. She glared at him intently.
"What?" she said impatiently. "Speak!"
ÒIÕm not a dog!Ó
"Yeah, I think thatÕs a little obvious," said Harry. Crabbe and Goyle flexed their muscles threateningly.
"I came here to give Granger a little payback for the way she spoke to me in Diagon Alley yesterday," said Malfoy, looking at Harry.
"Out with it," said Hermione.
"DonÕt talk to me that way, you Mudblood!"
Harry stood up so fast that the chess pieces scattered.
"Take that back!"
"Make me, Potter!"
Harry shoved Malfoy. Malfoy shoved back, and earned himself a punch from Harry. Malfoy punched back, but Harry ducked out of the way, so instead of punching Harry, MalfoyÕs punch went wide, and hit the rack where HarryÕs trunk was stowed; it fell, and burst open at HermioneÕs feet. Hermione pulled her feet up quickly out of the way. Everyone stared at the trunk.
Malfoy threw a last dirty look at Harry and said, "Come on." He, Crabbe, and Goyle left the compartment.
Harry went over to the compartment door and closed it, and when he turned around, his eyes grew wide. A swirling, white mist was rising slowly from his trunk.
"Uh, Hermione?"
Hermione, who had begun reading her book again, look up. "What is it?"
Harry pointed at his trunk, and as HermioneÕs gaze fell on the swirling, white mist, which was surrounding them and their things quicker and quicker. Then they each felt a tug, and were both lurched irresistibly forward.
~*~
"What just happened?"
It was Hermione that had just spoken. After being lurched irresistibly forward, they had been surrounded by the white mist, and then they felt as though they had been dropped from a height of three feet. They had landed in the Entrance Hall in Hogwarts. It was day break outside, but not a sound could be heard from...anywhere. Harry and Hermione looked around, confused.
"Well," said Harry at last, "at least we got here quickly; we donÕt have to ride on that train anymore."
"Yes, but..." Hermione bit her lower lip.
"What?"
"What do you think will happen when all the Professors find us here way before everyone else?"
"I dunno...reckon we should go to Dumbledore?"
"Yeah...good idea," said Hermione. She and Harry picked up their trunks (and Harry, HedwigÕs cage, with his owl still inside) and headed towards DumbledoreÕs office.
"All right, hereÕs the entrance," said Harry, a few minutes later. "But whatÕs the password?"
"What if he hasnÕt changed it yet, since last year?"
"Good idea.... Canary Creams!" Harry said. "Nope."
"Sherbert Lemon?" tried Hermione.
"Um...Fizzing Whizzbees?...Cockroach Cluster?"
"Bertie BottÕs Every Flavor Beans?"
ÒHermione, Dumbledore doesnÕt like Every Flavor Beans.Ó
"Oh yeah.... Oh, what could the password be? Socks" Hermione tried.
Getting desperate, Harry tried the next thing that came immediatley to his mind.
"Blood-Flavored Lollipops!" And to HarryÕs and HermioneÕs surprise, the stone gargoyle guarding the entrance to DumbledoreÕs office leaped aside.
"LetÕs leave our things here," said Hermione.
"Yeah, good idea..." Harry said, and he and Hermione went on up to DumbledoreÕs office.
~*~
you know what to do... :-)