A/N: I've nothing to say...so i'll just keep writing. OHH this chapter is super fluff but it hink it might be WHAT YOU'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR
"So we walked back to the castle in the dark, and nobody knows where he is now," Harry concluded.
He had just finished catching a shocked Hermione up on what she had missed after being taken to the Hospital Wing. Madame Pomfrey gave Hermione a draught to let her sleep peacefully, and Hermione was left sleeping for two days while she recovered mentally and physically. After being waking up and leaving the hospital wing, Harry was the first one Hermione went in search of. And as they sat now, on the edge of the lake, the sun setting slowly, Hermione's eyes filled slowly with tears.
"They have no idea where he could be?" Hermione asked, voice shaking slightly.
"No," Harry responded quietly, shaking his head. A single tear fell gracefully from Hermione's long eyelashes.
"I'm scared, Harry," Hermione whispered, as he opened his arms to hold her.
"Don't be. Dumbledore's still here, and Malfoy wouldn't do anything stupid with Dumbledore around. Plus, he knows better than to go for you again. I'd probably be his target," Harry assured her, though she only sobbed harder.
"That's what I'm afraid of, Harry. I'm afraid of losing you."
She looked up and their eyes met. His heart nearly exploded out of his chest, as he forgot how to breathe. The words were on the tip of his tongue. If he could just find the strength to open his mouth and let the words escape.....it was such an easy task....'just say it!' his mind screamed, but he found himself confused and unable to speak. Staring into her pretty eyes, holding his beautiful angel, he didn't care to risk this all with three simple words.What if she didn't feel the same way? He couldn't bear the thought.
"Harry?" Hermione whispered, finally breaking the silence. Harry felt a drop of water hit the top of his head, and another one in quick succession on his shoulder.
"Yeah?" Harry managed to squeak, a little more nervous than he intended it to sound. The rain fell at a steady pace now, small tinkling noises softly tapping the surface of the lake.
A gentle wind blew through the trees, as students from the other side of the lake quickly gathered their books and ran inside.
But Harry saw none of this. All he saw was Hermione's face so close to his, and he couldn't bring himself to look away. Though is mind was working clearly, he found himself completely paralyzed and unable to speak. "Kiss her!" He told himself, but moving his lips to hers just a few inches away seemed like the most difficult task in the world.
Suddenly, a warm rush filled Harry's cold body, as a tingling chill ran up and down his spine. Her lips were pressed against his, and he had no recollection of how they could have gotten there. Closing his eyes, he leaned into the kiss, finding his brain, that was functioning just moments before, no use to him at this point. A blur of thoughts raced through his mind, as the rain began to pour furiously, soaking Hermione and Harry, who sat absorbed in matters all their own.
Suddenly, Hermione pulled her lips away, glancing around nervously. A speechless Harry sat completely dumbfounded, finding no words to explain his feelings. He looked doubtfully at Hermione who's cheeks blushed slightly red from embarrassment. After neither of them spoke for a long moment, she stood without warning and began to walk off.
Harry's brain kicked back into gear, as a sudden feeling of guilt settled in his gut. Had he really been stupid enough to kiss Hermione? He figured she didn't like him, so why did he kiss her? Things would be so different between them now, he could never look her in the face again without feeling horrible for his uncontrolled actions.
But then something snapped into place. He had been sitting there, gazing into Hermione's eyes, and his head didn't move an inch. A second later, Hermione's lips were on his, and Harry remained still, completely paralyzed. That meant that it had to have been Hermione who kissed Harry! Well, if that was the case, why was she walking away, and not still here, in Harry's arms?
Harry's face lit up. Why didn't Harry kiss Hermione? He was afraid of what she would think of him. Why did Hermione kiss Harry? She was afraid of what he would think of her, but brave enough to take a risk. But then Harry didn't say anything, and Hermione must have gotten the wrong idea....
He couldn't let her walk away without telling her how he felt.
"Hermione!" He called through the downpour of rain. She turned stopped and slightly, as he could see tears slowly forming in her puffy eyes.
"I'm sorry, Harry. I didn't mean to -" Hermione began, walking towards Harry once more.
"Shhh," Harry interrupted, as his arms wrapped protectively around her waist. Harry had the odd feeling this had happened before, as he immediately realized that this was exactly like his dream. (A/N: See chapter 1 if you can't remember) Except this was better than any dream. Harry knew what he had to do next.
"I love you," He said gently, as he brushed his hand against her cheek. Hermione placed her hand over his and smiled broadly, making her more beautiful to Harry than ever before.
"I love you, too," She whispered.
Harry leaned down slowly, as he had wanted to for so long, and touched his lips to hers. An icy fire shot through his body, as his knees went weak. This wasn't a dream; this was reality, though Harry didn't believe it. His tongue slowly reached her full, bottom lip, as she let out a little gasp and opened her lips, allowing full access. A quiet moan escaped Harry's thraot as he invaded every corner of her sweet mouth, searching her soul. Though he didn't have much to compare this to, Harry found himself enjoying this kiss more than he had ever enjoyed any kiss in his life. He smiled to himself, and knew that as long as Hermione was with him, his smile would never fade.
Dripping wet and out of breath, they pulled away, as shining green eyes faced the sparkling brown ones that danced with laughter. They stood for a long moment just like that, still wrapped up in their own little world.
"Um...wow...er...we should probably head back," Hermione suggested, though Harry knew by the tone of her voice, she didn't truly want this.
"All right," He sighed, taking Hermione's hand and walking slowly back to the castle. Neither said a word, but none were necessary. Both knew what was going through the other's racing mind, as they were thinking the same thing.
A/N: hey there....I just kinda whipped this chapter up in the matter of a half hour, so i can totally understand if it sucked. I'm not even gonna read through it again and just publish it so you guys can have more material to review...I'll rewrite it if i get negative feedback....SO GO REVIEW AND I'LL KEEP WRITING! I LOVE YOU ALL!
"So we walked back to the castle in the dark, and nobody knows where he is now," Harry concluded.
He had just finished catching a shocked Hermione up on what she had missed after being taken to the Hospital Wing. Madame Pomfrey gave Hermione a draught to let her sleep peacefully, and Hermione was left sleeping for two days while she recovered mentally and physically. After being waking up and leaving the hospital wing, Harry was the first one Hermione went in search of. And as they sat now, on the edge of the lake, the sun setting slowly, Hermione's eyes filled slowly with tears.
"They have no idea where he could be?" Hermione asked, voice shaking slightly.
"No," Harry responded quietly, shaking his head. A single tear fell gracefully from Hermione's long eyelashes.
"I'm scared, Harry," Hermione whispered, as he opened his arms to hold her.
"Don't be. Dumbledore's still here, and Malfoy wouldn't do anything stupid with Dumbledore around. Plus, he knows better than to go for you again. I'd probably be his target," Harry assured her, though she only sobbed harder.
"That's what I'm afraid of, Harry. I'm afraid of losing you."
She looked up and their eyes met. His heart nearly exploded out of his chest, as he forgot how to breathe. The words were on the tip of his tongue. If he could just find the strength to open his mouth and let the words escape.....it was such an easy task....'just say it!' his mind screamed, but he found himself confused and unable to speak. Staring into her pretty eyes, holding his beautiful angel, he didn't care to risk this all with three simple words.What if she didn't feel the same way? He couldn't bear the thought.
"Harry?" Hermione whispered, finally breaking the silence. Harry felt a drop of water hit the top of his head, and another one in quick succession on his shoulder.
"Yeah?" Harry managed to squeak, a little more nervous than he intended it to sound. The rain fell at a steady pace now, small tinkling noises softly tapping the surface of the lake.
A gentle wind blew through the trees, as students from the other side of the lake quickly gathered their books and ran inside.
But Harry saw none of this. All he saw was Hermione's face so close to his, and he couldn't bring himself to look away. Though is mind was working clearly, he found himself completely paralyzed and unable to speak. "Kiss her!" He told himself, but moving his lips to hers just a few inches away seemed like the most difficult task in the world.
Suddenly, a warm rush filled Harry's cold body, as a tingling chill ran up and down his spine. Her lips were pressed against his, and he had no recollection of how they could have gotten there. Closing his eyes, he leaned into the kiss, finding his brain, that was functioning just moments before, no use to him at this point. A blur of thoughts raced through his mind, as the rain began to pour furiously, soaking Hermione and Harry, who sat absorbed in matters all their own.
Suddenly, Hermione pulled her lips away, glancing around nervously. A speechless Harry sat completely dumbfounded, finding no words to explain his feelings. He looked doubtfully at Hermione who's cheeks blushed slightly red from embarrassment. After neither of them spoke for a long moment, she stood without warning and began to walk off.
Harry's brain kicked back into gear, as a sudden feeling of guilt settled in his gut. Had he really been stupid enough to kiss Hermione? He figured she didn't like him, so why did he kiss her? Things would be so different between them now, he could never look her in the face again without feeling horrible for his uncontrolled actions.
But then something snapped into place. He had been sitting there, gazing into Hermione's eyes, and his head didn't move an inch. A second later, Hermione's lips were on his, and Harry remained still, completely paralyzed. That meant that it had to have been Hermione who kissed Harry! Well, if that was the case, why was she walking away, and not still here, in Harry's arms?
Harry's face lit up. Why didn't Harry kiss Hermione? He was afraid of what she would think of him. Why did Hermione kiss Harry? She was afraid of what he would think of her, but brave enough to take a risk. But then Harry didn't say anything, and Hermione must have gotten the wrong idea....
He couldn't let her walk away without telling her how he felt.
"Hermione!" He called through the downpour of rain. She turned stopped and slightly, as he could see tears slowly forming in her puffy eyes.
"I'm sorry, Harry. I didn't mean to -" Hermione began, walking towards Harry once more.
"Shhh," Harry interrupted, as his arms wrapped protectively around her waist. Harry had the odd feeling this had happened before, as he immediately realized that this was exactly like his dream. (A/N: See chapter 1 if you can't remember) Except this was better than any dream. Harry knew what he had to do next.
"I love you," He said gently, as he brushed his hand against her cheek. Hermione placed her hand over his and smiled broadly, making her more beautiful to Harry than ever before.
"I love you, too," She whispered.
Harry leaned down slowly, as he had wanted to for so long, and touched his lips to hers. An icy fire shot through his body, as his knees went weak. This wasn't a dream; this was reality, though Harry didn't believe it. His tongue slowly reached her full, bottom lip, as she let out a little gasp and opened her lips, allowing full access. A quiet moan escaped Harry's thraot as he invaded every corner of her sweet mouth, searching her soul. Though he didn't have much to compare this to, Harry found himself enjoying this kiss more than he had ever enjoyed any kiss in his life. He smiled to himself, and knew that as long as Hermione was with him, his smile would never fade.
Dripping wet and out of breath, they pulled away, as shining green eyes faced the sparkling brown ones that danced with laughter. They stood for a long moment just like that, still wrapped up in their own little world.
"Um...wow...er...we should probably head back," Hermione suggested, though Harry knew by the tone of her voice, she didn't truly want this.
"All right," He sighed, taking Hermione's hand and walking slowly back to the castle. Neither said a word, but none were necessary. Both knew what was going through the other's racing mind, as they were thinking the same thing.
A/N: hey there....I just kinda whipped this chapter up in the matter of a half hour, so i can totally understand if it sucked. I'm not even gonna read through it again and just publish it so you guys can have more material to review...I'll rewrite it if i get negative feedback....SO GO REVIEW AND I'LL KEEP WRITING! I LOVE YOU ALL!