Chapter 8
The sun began the rise over the horizon in front of them . The site was incredible while sitting on the edge of Hogwart's school grounds. The sun spread its magic upon the earth like a wizard and his wand.
As the sun had seemed to reach its peak of beauty Hermione grabbed Harry's hand in her own as the two sat side by side, with their backs against the huge rock, in front of the lake. The sun dazzled itself in the lakes shiny surface. Harry stared into the shiny surface seeing the reflection of the sun, and his surroundings, and found it was all so breath taking.
Neither one of the two had slept at all through the night. They stayed awake and sat and talked about everything that was going on. About Harry's issues mostly. They also talked about Ron, about what happened, and why. From there they just sat in silence as they watched the sun come up.
Around six they realized they had better get to the Common Room before anyone woke up and realized they hadn't been there. So they slipped their shoes and robes back on and cleaned themselves up a bit to look suitable in case they ran into anyone.
Harry seemed to be having a hard time with his tie, so Hermione took up the honor of readjusting it for him . He smiled at her as she took a hold of it in her hands.
"Thanks, I don't think I'll ever get the hang of ties." he chuckled half mindedly, just watching her brown eyes focus on his tie.
When she finished she patted his chest and looked at her work well done and smiled, "There we go. Perfect."
Harry laughed and looked at his tie agreeing, she had done well. Better then he ever had. Looking down at her and rejoicing for a another small laugh, he stared into her big brown eyes and felt his chest tighten, and the butterflies in his stomach go mad. She stared back at him into his green eyes and smiled. He shook his head and awkwardly headed forwards towards the castle.
After Harry got to his dormitory he took a long cold shower and gripped the wall as he felt the sting of the shampoo dig itself into his bloody lip, and the water bounce off his bruised eye, making it ache with terrible pain.
He slowly exited the shower and looked in the mirror above the sink and stared at his reflection, not seeing how the boy in front of him looked anything like he did a year ago. Harry found so many changes in himself that took place that he hadn't wanted to see himself in the mirror anymore. He dragged a tired hand across his unshaven face, feeling the stubble there that was clearly visible. He looked like a mess.
He left the bathroom with a towel around him, with a nicely shaven face and got dressed for class that would take place in about a half hour. He had his first class with Ron and Hermione. It was killing him of what may come. He didn't know if Ron would show up today, but Harry was hoping he would just so he would know he was okay.
When Harry finally got to class after walking the halls for a little longer than he had expected. Accidentally running into Peeves, and having to talk with him, he got to class late. Professor McGonagal stood in front of class leaning back on her desk telling the class something. Harry walked in and she was abruptly cut off by everyone turning in their seats to turn and look at him. She looked up at Harry with disapproving eyes.
"Harry! I was just explaining to the class how fighting isn't tolerable here." she said as she summoned him to the front of class.
He felt his whole body ache as he willed himself physically to the front of class, not knowing any other way to get up there without collapsing under the tension. It was thin enough to cut but heavy enough to kill a man.
When he got to the front of class he faced the Professor with his swollen face and she shook her head, making a disapproving sound in the back of her throat.
"Let me take care of your wounds Mr. Potter, or you won't be able to keep a good mind on task today." she said as she pointed her wand at Harry.
Harry leaped back and shook his head. She looked at him and cocked her head to the side. As she opened her mouth to speak, Harry said softly so no one else would here, "Let me live with the pain of my mistakes, Professor."
She looked at him with an unbelievable look on her face and nodded, pointing him towards his seat in the back. Completely opposite to the one in the front that was occupied by Ron. Through out the rest of class, The professor looked at Harry with a smile playing on her lips as he diligently worked on his assignments.
As Harry walked down the Grand Staircase someone called out after him. Harry turned around to see Ron running down the staircase towards him. He smiled slightly but then wiped it away quickly, not knowing whether Ron was angry or not. Which he had every right to be.
"Why did you not let McGonagal heal you Harry?" Ron asked as he reached Harry. His face looked just as it did before they got into the fight.
Harry smiled slightly, "Because I deserve these." he said pointing at his lip and eye.
"Oh don't be ridiculous Harry. Sometimes you act so much like a muggle it scares me." he scowled at Harry.
Harry smiled a little, and looked back at Ron. Ron smiled back, and laughed.
"Let's just forget about this whole dumb thing huh?" Ron said as he leaned against the banister of the staircase.
"Yeah, lets." Harry agreed as he vigorously nodded his head. Ron laughed.
"You know. You hit pretty hard mate. Not as hard as me of course." Ron admitted with a gloating look on his face.
"God, you are so hard up." Harry groaned as he made his way down the staircase with Ron. Glad they were friends again. It showed something, that if they could be friends after something so terrible, loyalty.
As they walked towards the great hall for lunch later on that day, Harry felt a pair of eyes boring into him. He turned to find Hermione standing in a small group of girls looking at him with a smile on her face. He stared back at her as he and Ron made their way to the Great Hall. Her hair was gleaming in the light, and her brown eyes sparkled like diamonds. The sight before him was authentic, genuine, and breath taking. Because of the night they had just been through together, Hermione would always be an angel in his eyes.
The sun began the rise over the horizon in front of them . The site was incredible while sitting on the edge of Hogwart's school grounds. The sun spread its magic upon the earth like a wizard and his wand.
As the sun had seemed to reach its peak of beauty Hermione grabbed Harry's hand in her own as the two sat side by side, with their backs against the huge rock, in front of the lake. The sun dazzled itself in the lakes shiny surface. Harry stared into the shiny surface seeing the reflection of the sun, and his surroundings, and found it was all so breath taking.
Neither one of the two had slept at all through the night. They stayed awake and sat and talked about everything that was going on. About Harry's issues mostly. They also talked about Ron, about what happened, and why. From there they just sat in silence as they watched the sun come up.
Around six they realized they had better get to the Common Room before anyone woke up and realized they hadn't been there. So they slipped their shoes and robes back on and cleaned themselves up a bit to look suitable in case they ran into anyone.
Harry seemed to be having a hard time with his tie, so Hermione took up the honor of readjusting it for him . He smiled at her as she took a hold of it in her hands.
"Thanks, I don't think I'll ever get the hang of ties." he chuckled half mindedly, just watching her brown eyes focus on his tie.
When she finished she patted his chest and looked at her work well done and smiled, "There we go. Perfect."
Harry laughed and looked at his tie agreeing, she had done well. Better then he ever had. Looking down at her and rejoicing for a another small laugh, he stared into her big brown eyes and felt his chest tighten, and the butterflies in his stomach go mad. She stared back at him into his green eyes and smiled. He shook his head and awkwardly headed forwards towards the castle.
After Harry got to his dormitory he took a long cold shower and gripped the wall as he felt the sting of the shampoo dig itself into his bloody lip, and the water bounce off his bruised eye, making it ache with terrible pain.
He slowly exited the shower and looked in the mirror above the sink and stared at his reflection, not seeing how the boy in front of him looked anything like he did a year ago. Harry found so many changes in himself that took place that he hadn't wanted to see himself in the mirror anymore. He dragged a tired hand across his unshaven face, feeling the stubble there that was clearly visible. He looked like a mess.
He left the bathroom with a towel around him, with a nicely shaven face and got dressed for class that would take place in about a half hour. He had his first class with Ron and Hermione. It was killing him of what may come. He didn't know if Ron would show up today, but Harry was hoping he would just so he would know he was okay.
When Harry finally got to class after walking the halls for a little longer than he had expected. Accidentally running into Peeves, and having to talk with him, he got to class late. Professor McGonagal stood in front of class leaning back on her desk telling the class something. Harry walked in and she was abruptly cut off by everyone turning in their seats to turn and look at him. She looked up at Harry with disapproving eyes.
"Harry! I was just explaining to the class how fighting isn't tolerable here." she said as she summoned him to the front of class.
He felt his whole body ache as he willed himself physically to the front of class, not knowing any other way to get up there without collapsing under the tension. It was thin enough to cut but heavy enough to kill a man.
When he got to the front of class he faced the Professor with his swollen face and she shook her head, making a disapproving sound in the back of her throat.
"Let me take care of your wounds Mr. Potter, or you won't be able to keep a good mind on task today." she said as she pointed her wand at Harry.
Harry leaped back and shook his head. She looked at him and cocked her head to the side. As she opened her mouth to speak, Harry said softly so no one else would here, "Let me live with the pain of my mistakes, Professor."
She looked at him with an unbelievable look on her face and nodded, pointing him towards his seat in the back. Completely opposite to the one in the front that was occupied by Ron. Through out the rest of class, The professor looked at Harry with a smile playing on her lips as he diligently worked on his assignments.
As Harry walked down the Grand Staircase someone called out after him. Harry turned around to see Ron running down the staircase towards him. He smiled slightly but then wiped it away quickly, not knowing whether Ron was angry or not. Which he had every right to be.
"Why did you not let McGonagal heal you Harry?" Ron asked as he reached Harry. His face looked just as it did before they got into the fight.
Harry smiled slightly, "Because I deserve these." he said pointing at his lip and eye.
"Oh don't be ridiculous Harry. Sometimes you act so much like a muggle it scares me." he scowled at Harry.
Harry smiled a little, and looked back at Ron. Ron smiled back, and laughed.
"Let's just forget about this whole dumb thing huh?" Ron said as he leaned against the banister of the staircase.
"Yeah, lets." Harry agreed as he vigorously nodded his head. Ron laughed.
"You know. You hit pretty hard mate. Not as hard as me of course." Ron admitted with a gloating look on his face.
"God, you are so hard up." Harry groaned as he made his way down the staircase with Ron. Glad they were friends again. It showed something, that if they could be friends after something so terrible, loyalty.
As they walked towards the great hall for lunch later on that day, Harry felt a pair of eyes boring into him. He turned to find Hermione standing in a small group of girls looking at him with a smile on her face. He stared back at her as he and Ron made their way to the Great Hall. Her hair was gleaming in the light, and her brown eyes sparkled like diamonds. The sight before him was authentic, genuine, and breath taking. Because of the night they had just been through together, Hermione would always be an angel in his eyes.