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A/N: Wowzas! 13 reviews! I got home and I had thirteen! Sorry I didn't have the chapter finished! Maybe I should shoot for fifteen! But don't just send ones with, like, one word on it because that's no fun to read! But I love to hear from you guys! Keep reviewing! And, now, I give you.........Chapter 13!

Chapter 13: The School Arrives

The next day, when Harry reappeared in the Great Hall, after finally persuading Madam Pomfrey that he was fine, he saw Hermione absentmindedly eating her breakfast at one end of the table all alone. He stood there admiring how lovely she was as she looked up at the bewitched ceiling, leaning her head in one hand, and thinking about finally telling her, but he refrained. As he watched her he remembered a particularly poetic speech from "Romeo and Juliet" that fit this situation exactly.

'Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,

Having some business, do entreat her eyes,

To twinkle in their spheres till they return.

What if her eyes were there, they in her head?

The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars

As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven

Would through the airy region stream so bright

That birds would sing and think it were not night.

See how she leans her cheek upon her hand!

O that I were a glove upon that hand,

That I might touch that cheek!'

At that moment, Dean bumped into him muttering, "Harry, just tell her that you like her and be done with it!"

Embarrassed, Harry said, " Who?"

"Hermione, you prat! I saw you gawking at her!" Dean replied.

"This might just be a phase. Besides I don't want to ruin our friendship!" Harry said.

"I'm sure it would make her happy that you said it first! Everyone knows you like each other! Anyone who has eyes anyways!"

At that moment, Hermione saw Hary and ran up to him.

"Harry, I need to talk to you," she said, grabbing his hand and pulling him away.

"Have fun, lover-boy!" Dean whispered. Harry put a finger to his lips to shush him, but that didn't stop Hermione from turning around and asking Harry what Dean said. Harry blushed and waved it off as something crazy.

"Now what is so important, Hermione?" Harry inquired.

"While I was tracing my family, I found out that I was related to Circe and the Lady of the Lake! Isn't that awesome?"

"Is that it? That's cool and all, but it sounded so important I thought you might have invented a self-spelling wand!"

"Yeah that's it. But I did one for you too and you're related to Hengist of Woodcroft and even a Muggle, Queen Elizabeth the First! I bet that's where you mum got her red hair! Oh and yes we are related to Merlin and Gryffindor," she replied.

"Cool. I wonder what we do now for the Order. Just sit and wait I guess," Harry said. They each began to eat again, sneaking looks at each other, but Hermione more than Harry, because of course, like a typical BOY, he was EATING.

The next week or so carried on much the same... putting barriers on the grounds... Dean and Seamus trying to convince Harry to tell Hermione, and Lavender (who had filled Parvati in) and Parvati trying to get Hermione to tell Harry. Although Lavender and Parvati protested at the very thought when Hermione expressed her impression that Harry liked Lavender, Hermione still had thoughts that he might. And then, they were all caught up in a rush when the rest of the school arrived. The Head Boy and Girl were in a frenzy, trying to organize passwords to all the House dormitories, Prefect rooms and offices. Thencame the day when they all arrived.

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This was the third Sorting that Harry had been to in his five years. He and Hermione anxiously awaited Ron's arrival, and then along with the other stream of fifth years they saw his red head, bobbing above everyone else's.

"Ron!" they both cried. They waved furiously and finally his long arm reached up and waved back. If possible, it seemed as though he had grown even taller, if possible over the summer. Although a flicker of a frown passed across his face when he saw them sitting so close together, it melted away when Hermione and Harry jumped up to greet him. Hermione hugged him and he grinned happily. They pulled apart and Harry shook hands with him. Harry and Hermione took their seats again, and looking disappointed that he wasn't sitting next to Hermione he crossed to the other side and plunked down in the seat there.

"Did you have fun in Romania, Ron?" Harry asked.

"Yeah! Did you learn a lot?" Hermione asked.

"Well, actually I did about that Chinese Fireball drag--" Ron started, but he was cut off by the line of first years filing in to be Sorted.

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After the Sorting was complete, Ron and Harry became too engrossed in the food on their plates than discussing educational things. When the plates were cleared and the new teachers announced to the rest of the school, they began filing off to their respective dorms. Waving to Ron, Harry and Hermione headed to the front of the crowd to lead the first years to the common room. After most of the Gryffindors were settled, the other four prefects besides Harry and Hermione looked very tired, so the two friends offered to stay up to direct any stragglers to the correct dorm rooms. When they finally agreed, Harry and Hermione settled on the couch. Hermione looked tired as well, but she wouldn't leave Harry there by himself. Taking notice of this, he patted his shoulder and she rested her head on it. They would talk about their classes for that year and who would be Quidditch captain and so on and so forth. They stayed like this and after about thirty minutes of no one coming in (Hermione had fallen asleep about ten minutes before that), Harry decided to wake her and the could go to bed.

"Hermione?" he whispered. He touched her shoulder and immediately he saw her chocolate brown orbs open and glow spectacularly.

"Yes?" she said.

"It's time to go to bed."

"Okay, thanks." As he pulled her to her feet, and they stood there for a moment, before Harry leaned forward and kissed her lightly on the cheek.

"Good night," he said, and slowly walked up the stairs. Then he turned around and said,

"Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow." Then with a smile he turned around and walked up to bed.

Hermione looked up after him shocked, and then she smiled and touched her cheek.

TBC.

A/N: Sorry if you thought that the Shakespeare stuff was corny, but I thought it was romantic, so there! Okay this time 15 reviews (just to see what happens!) And sorry it took me so long to update, my family was hogging the computer!