It had been two months, since that incident in the Great Hall, and Faye and Hermoine were inseparable. A lot has happened
since that incident in the Great Hall. Hermoine was re-sorted into Gryffindor, Faye and her had been best friends. Her and
Faye have made some terrible pranks on her old friends in Slytherin, some might have even given the infamous Marauders a run
for their money. Hermoine had eventually forgiven Harry after he spent two month apologizes, and he and Ron were on speaking
terms. Faye was becoming quite popular and well known not only for her pranks but her singing voice. In November a talent
show took hold and Faye had sung her heart out to the school. Now in December the school was having it's annual Christmas
Ball. Hermoine and Harry being prefects had an obligation since both Head Boy and Head Girl were sick and no one else would
take the job they had to create and design the ball decorations.
"Harry! Harry James Potter come down here this very minute or you'll be sorry!" Hermoine yelled up to Harry who was still in
the boys dormitory.
"Alright Moine I'm coming, just give me a minute." he yelled back.
"You two seem to be getting along well." said Faye
"Yea we are I guess. Oh my God! Who did you snog?" asked Hermoine looking Faye over once .
"What! I didn't snog anyone!" Faye responded
"Yes you did! I know you did ! I can tell, your lips are swollen and all red, and oh my god you've got a HICKEY!" yelled
Hermoine. Giggling like crazy
"What she laughing about?" asked Harry as he came down with notes, books, and his bag
"Nothing! Let's go Harry we have a lot of work to do." gasped Hermoine
"Right. Well we'll see you later Faye." said Harry
"Yea ok, bye. Don't do anything I would!" Faye called after us
"Don't forget you're telling me later." yelled Hermoine
Harry and Hermoine wandered the halls to a passage way. They walked threw and wandered slowly down the tunnel.
"So exactly where does this lead?" asked Hermoine
"You'll see. So stop being so impatient." responded Harry
Harry pulled Hermoine along the tunnel, holding onto her hand tightly. When they finally reached the end of the tunnel Harry
mumbled a few words and as he opened it, Hermoine felt a great deal of warmth flood over her.
"Harry where are we?" asked Hermoine
"We're in the Shrieking Shack but I cleaned it up a bit so it'll be more comfortable." responded Harry smiling slyly at her.
"OK, I am kind of cold though, do you have anything to warm this place up like a blanket or something?" Hermoine asked
shivering
"I could always warm ya up." said Harry winking at her.
"Naw a blanket would be fine or a fire maybe something to eat I don't care ." said Hermoine still shivering.
"Ok don't get all hostile on me." Said Harry walking out of the room.
Hermoine went and sat on the sofa that was fixed to be more comfortable. She sat starring out the window to the moon above.
"In my mystic mirth
Stirring lightly in my bliss
Instilling him in my mind
I wish inspiring minds link
My spirit drifts in infinity." Hermoine said out loud still gazing at the moon. She hadn't heard Harry coming back in the
room holding blankets and butter beer.
"That was nice. When did you starting writing poetry?" asked Harry sitting down next to her.
"WHAT! Oh Harry it's just you! You scared me. Oh that, you heard that?" she asked, blushing lightly.
"Yea I heard it. It sounded nice. You're pretty good. I just hope your designing skills are too." said Harry handing her a
blanket and butter beer.
"Thanks. I think we'll do fine with this project. We're both creative and smart. We'll think of something." said Hermoine,
smiling up at Harry
It had been a few hours, and Harry and Hermoine were still working on the plans for the ball. It had gotten very late into
the night almost eleven o'clock and it had started to snow.
"Moine look, it's snowing." said Harry in amazement.
"Hmm? Snow?" mumbled Hermoine
Harry looked upon Hermoine and she was beginning to drift into sleep. She looked peaceful, and so beautiful. Hermoine's
sleepiness took over her and she slumped over into Harry's lap. Harry looked down and blushed scarlet as she snuggled closer
into his chest. Harry sat their and thought,
"She really is beautiful isn't she? God why didn't I notice before! It is nice having her sleep in my lap. Get a grip
Potter! She's only a friend! But that's not all I want her to be."
Harry's thoughts were interrupted when Hermoine moaned in her sleep.
"Hermoine? Are you ok?" Harry whispered silently as he stroked her hair softly
"Hmm, Harry. Your warm." mumbled Hermoine into his chest.
"Moine? Come sleepy head wake up." Said Harry gently as he shook her awake.
"Huh? Harry what happened? Did I fall asleep?" Hermoine asked him
"Yea, ya did. It's ok though. You're kind of cute when you sleep." Harry spoke in a husky voice.
"Harry…" Hermoine started but was cut off.
Harry slammed his lips to hers. He pulled her into his lap massaging her lips with own. Hermoine was in shock for a few
seconds but responded with the same passion that Harry was using. Their lips moved in a rhythmic beat together. Harry was
becoming impatient with blankets separating them, and him not being able to hold her in his arms. Hermoine pulls away.
"Harry, stop please." Gasped Hermoine, breathing hardly.
"Why? What did I do wrong?" he asked worried she was going to reject him
"Nothing Harry, you did nothing wrong, but I think if were going to be in this relationship we should take it slow."
Hermoine told him softly wiping a few strands hairs out of his face.
"I've liked you for so long. I'm just sorry I never said something, until now." said Harry
"It's ok. we should get back. we have classes tomorrow." said Hermoine.
"Moine, babe today's Saturday." said Harry
"Oh yea." said Hermoine blushing like crazy.
"Let's just stay here for a while and watch the snow." Said Harry moving so Hermoine was sitting in his lap snuggled
together in the blankets watching the snow.
*In Gryffindor Common Room*
Faye sat in one of the over sized and over stuffed chairs looking outside.
"It's beautiful isn't it." said a mysterious voice.
"Yes it is." responded Faye
"I've missed you, I haven't seen you in so long." said the voice
"I know. I wish I could've broken away, but I couldn't." Faye said in a remorseful voice.
"But we're together now, let's go before everyone else wakes up." said the deep husky voice.
Faye stood her arms now draped around the mans waste as they snuck out of the portrait hole and to the Room of Requirement.
I was born the devil's daughter
Not that of a saints
Everything I touch disintegrates
The blood spilling from my fingers
Has been spilt from that of another before
And you wonder why I say intolerance is a bore
I will never be that angel that you
Love you dear.
I was once Almost innocent
But you've forgotten
Almost isn't enough