"Hermione wha...what..." But before Harry could finish, Hermione jumped over to
him and gave him a great hug. She broke down into tiny little sobs as she
stood there, with her head over his shoulder. Harry just returned the hug,
his arms around. He finally let her go and she let go of him.
"Oh Harry! It's so good to see you." She said, standing right in front of him.
Harry then realized his manners and say she was still standing outside in the cold.
"Hermione here let me take your things."
"Thanks Harry." Hermione said through her sobs.
Harry grabbed the bags, (Both very light to his opinion), and walked over to the living room couch. Hermione's crying became louder. Harry set down the bags and grabbed her arm and pulled her toward the couch. Harry didn't want to question the sobs, he didn't want to make her more upset. Therefore, he would wait until she is ready. But for now they both sat down together, Harry's arm around her, and Hermione's hands over her face, now crying. She laid her head on his chest. (Harry felt a little uncomfortable.) His shirt was getting very soggy. It seemed like a half hour Hermione had been crying. She finally lifted her head up, both red and puffy, tear stains on her cheeks. She looked at him with the most beautiful brown eyes Harry had ever seen. 'maybe this is the reason I keep thinking about her' Harry thought.
She was there in her pj's too, hair a mess, no make-up, eyes red from crying, and one of them bruised and yet he didn't see anything more beautiful. Harry broke the silence of his and her staring.
"Hermione...uh..."Harry started but got lost in his own words.
"Yes...?" Hermione said.
"You uh...you look....er..."
At this comment Hermione looked down. A tear rolled down her eyes. Harry got the feeling he was trying to say she looked bad in a sort of way.
"No Hermione its not bad...you uh looked beautiful." Harry finally got it out.
Hermione looked up. Eyes gleaming she said
"R-really? Thanks Harry." And a smile crossed her lips.
"Anytime." Harry said.
Then the just kind of looked around the room. As if it was fascinating.
"Hermione, may I please ask why you are here?" Harry started
Hermione looked down again. But then back up at him, frowning.
"Well Harry I..."
"And what was that letter about..." Harry interrupted, feeling more confident.
"Oh Harry...."Hermione trailed off again when Harry interrupted her for the second time.
"And what is with your black eye? What happened to you Hermione? Why were you crying just now? I've been worried."
"Harry stop!" Hermione shouted at him. Tears streaming down at her face again
Harry felt his heart break as she shouted at him and cried because of him.
Hermione threw her arms up on Harry's neck and cried uncontrollably.
"Harry it's him! My dad! He has been hitting me! Ever since the beginning of summer. I thought it was just the one time but no he wouldn't let me out of the house. Harry I've been so frightened there! I was only lucky I got a letter out to you. I snook (A/N Spelling?) out of the house when my dad was at Charlie's Bar! He has been going there getting drunk and coming home and taking everything out on me! My mom is never there, she left one morning and never came back"
Hermione explained everything. Harry just sat there with his jaw dropped. His eyes filled with rage! 'How can he have done this to her!' Harry thought but at the same time his mouth said "WHAT! HERMIONE YOU COULDA BEEN KILLED!" Hermione continued. Sniffling and crying.
"I didn't know where else to go. I took the knight bus. I am sorry if you don't want me here. Ill just go." Hermione got up but Harry pulled her back down. He couldn't fine anything to say but one thing.
"What did he do too you." Hermione hesitated but pulled up her sleeve. There were burn marks and bruises. On her hands Burn marks. She turned around and pulled up her shirt. On her back were cuts like she had been whipped.
"A belt." Was all Hermione said. Harry had felt like his heart ripped out of his chest and stomped on. He didn't know whether he was mad or sad. But he pulled her into the biggest of he had ever given her. "Its ok your safe here Hermione, you don't need to cry anymore." Hermione buried her face in his chest again but standing up this time. They stayed there for what seemed like forever, never wanting to pull apart. But Hermione Pulled away from him, regretting every moment of it. In his arms she felt secure, like nothing could ever happen to her.
"Harry, do you think it is ok if I should stay here tonight." Hermione said after she had stopped crying.
"You can stay as long as you need." He said with a smile.
"Thank-you so much Harry. You are my savior." She said
"Here, all show you where you can stay." Picking up her bags, he walked up the staircase. Her following him. He stopped abruptly, Hermione ran into him.
"Sorry but..." Harry started. "How did you know the Muggles were gone?"
"I didn't." Hermione said with a smile. "I was going to ask if I could stay here anyways, but they are gone isn't it perfect?
'Ya' Harry thought. 'Perfect.'
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"Oh Harry! It's so good to see you." She said, standing right in front of him.
Harry then realized his manners and say she was still standing outside in the cold.
"Hermione here let me take your things."
"Thanks Harry." Hermione said through her sobs.
Harry grabbed the bags, (Both very light to his opinion), and walked over to the living room couch. Hermione's crying became louder. Harry set down the bags and grabbed her arm and pulled her toward the couch. Harry didn't want to question the sobs, he didn't want to make her more upset. Therefore, he would wait until she is ready. But for now they both sat down together, Harry's arm around her, and Hermione's hands over her face, now crying. She laid her head on his chest. (Harry felt a little uncomfortable.) His shirt was getting very soggy. It seemed like a half hour Hermione had been crying. She finally lifted her head up, both red and puffy, tear stains on her cheeks. She looked at him with the most beautiful brown eyes Harry had ever seen. 'maybe this is the reason I keep thinking about her' Harry thought.
She was there in her pj's too, hair a mess, no make-up, eyes red from crying, and one of them bruised and yet he didn't see anything more beautiful. Harry broke the silence of his and her staring.
"Hermione...uh..."Harry started but got lost in his own words.
"Yes...?" Hermione said.
"You uh...you look....er..."
At this comment Hermione looked down. A tear rolled down her eyes. Harry got the feeling he was trying to say she looked bad in a sort of way.
"No Hermione its not bad...you uh looked beautiful." Harry finally got it out.
Hermione looked up. Eyes gleaming she said
"R-really? Thanks Harry." And a smile crossed her lips.
"Anytime." Harry said.
Then the just kind of looked around the room. As if it was fascinating.
"Hermione, may I please ask why you are here?" Harry started
Hermione looked down again. But then back up at him, frowning.
"Well Harry I..."
"And what was that letter about..." Harry interrupted, feeling more confident.
"Oh Harry...."Hermione trailed off again when Harry interrupted her for the second time.
"And what is with your black eye? What happened to you Hermione? Why were you crying just now? I've been worried."
"Harry stop!" Hermione shouted at him. Tears streaming down at her face again
Harry felt his heart break as she shouted at him and cried because of him.
Hermione threw her arms up on Harry's neck and cried uncontrollably.
"Harry it's him! My dad! He has been hitting me! Ever since the beginning of summer. I thought it was just the one time but no he wouldn't let me out of the house. Harry I've been so frightened there! I was only lucky I got a letter out to you. I snook (A/N Spelling?) out of the house when my dad was at Charlie's Bar! He has been going there getting drunk and coming home and taking everything out on me! My mom is never there, she left one morning and never came back"
Hermione explained everything. Harry just sat there with his jaw dropped. His eyes filled with rage! 'How can he have done this to her!' Harry thought but at the same time his mouth said "WHAT! HERMIONE YOU COULDA BEEN KILLED!" Hermione continued. Sniffling and crying.
"I didn't know where else to go. I took the knight bus. I am sorry if you don't want me here. Ill just go." Hermione got up but Harry pulled her back down. He couldn't fine anything to say but one thing.
"What did he do too you." Hermione hesitated but pulled up her sleeve. There were burn marks and bruises. On her hands Burn marks. She turned around and pulled up her shirt. On her back were cuts like she had been whipped.
"A belt." Was all Hermione said. Harry had felt like his heart ripped out of his chest and stomped on. He didn't know whether he was mad or sad. But he pulled her into the biggest of he had ever given her. "Its ok your safe here Hermione, you don't need to cry anymore." Hermione buried her face in his chest again but standing up this time. They stayed there for what seemed like forever, never wanting to pull apart. But Hermione Pulled away from him, regretting every moment of it. In his arms she felt secure, like nothing could ever happen to her.
"Harry, do you think it is ok if I should stay here tonight." Hermione said after she had stopped crying.
"You can stay as long as you need." He said with a smile.
"Thank-you so much Harry. You are my savior." She said
"Here, all show you where you can stay." Picking up her bags, he walked up the staircase. Her following him. He stopped abruptly, Hermione ran into him.
"Sorry but..." Harry started. "How did you know the Muggles were gone?"
"I didn't." Hermione said with a smile. "I was going to ask if I could stay here anyways, but they are gone isn't it perfect?
'Ya' Harry thought. 'Perfect.'
A/N what do you think? Tell me what I can do to make it better, I like constructive criticism. I don't want to make you guys unhappy. Review please. Luv ya!