Disclaimer: I do not own HP.. It would be nice if I did.
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Hermoine woke up and immediately knew where she was, the feel of the mattress, the smell of the room and the couch in the corner all told her. 'I'm so used to the bed it feels like my own' she thought about the number of night she had wept and slept in this room and couldn't count them. And then all other memories vanished as she remembered why she was there in the first place and all the pain flowed into her at the same time and she cried again.
As if by summons Harry burst through the door at a run and without hesitation sat on the bed and held Hermoine until her tears stopped, her sobs subsided and she looked at him with red, puffy eyes. "Oh Harry, I'm so sorry!" she placed her head onto his shoulder and he rocked back and forth on the bed.
"You don't have to apologize for the way you feel." Harry spoke softly into her hair. "And to me least of all people." He appeared calm but Harry felt an Incredible anger rise up within him, not because of Hermoine but because Snape was too stupid to see how beautiful she was, how special and rare people like her were. This anger at Snape is what gave Harry courage to face him like he was a pier and how Harry managed to make it seem that Snape's comments washed over him. Deep down in his mind Harry made a promise to himself and the girl in his arms most of all, that he would make Snape pay for what he was doing to Hermoine.
"Do you want to talk about it?" the question was unnecessary since he already knew the answer, but talking to her was the best remedy Harry knew. The young woman in his arms shook her head and remained silent in his arms. Harry always thought that Hermoine was pretty, but the years had changed her better than anyone expected. Her hair was straight and silky, she was taller than average, ('perfect height' Harry thought) she was slender and the years of knowledge and experience glowed in her big, brown eyes. 'How could Snape not see it?'
"Harry?" the voice was barely a whisper, but sometimes Harry thought that he would be able to pick it out in a muggle market place.
"Mmm."
"Harry, I really think I'm ok now and that I'll be over it soon. So you really don't have to blame Snape for this, I mean it's not his fault." Harry looked down at her and smiled (a charming smile that caught every girls eye) 'she knows me too well' he mused. ' But I know her just as well if not better.'
"Moine, I hate to see you suffer." he placed a finger on her lips as she opened her mouth to argue, " But I wont force my help on you until you ask for it or truly need it." Hermoine smiled the first time for what seemed like forever, she threw her arms around him and whispered into his already soaked shirt "Thank you Harry"
Ginny woke up with a sore back and neck, she and Ron had fallen asleep in their chairs as usual when they played wizards chess since she was the one to lose constantly. Ginny got up and stretched careful not to wake Ron, she tiptoed away and started to climb the stairs to Harry's room. When she opened the door she saw exactly what she saw the last time, Hermoine in a deep sleep with her head in the crook of Harry's arm while his other hand stroked her smooth hair.
Harry smiled warmly at Ginny when he saw her head peek around the door, he knew that she had a tremendous crush on him, but he couldn't help thinking that she's too young.
When Harry smiled at her, her knees always went weak and at that moment she envied Hermoine more than ever before.
"Eh. Ron might wake up quite soon, those chairs are pretty uncomfortable." She just didn't know what else to say, she felt stupid giving hints to people to get out of bed.
Harry smiled at her again and suppressed a chuckle. He didn't understand how Ginny could feel so uncomfortable just telling him to get out of bed and wake Hermoine. ' Then again, she does like me, maybe she doesn't know what to say about Moine.'
Harry moved out of bed slowly so s not to wake Hermoine straight away, so he now stood in front of Ginny with nothing else on but his boxers. He didn't remember getting undressed for bed, if he knew, he would have asked Ginny to leave not wanting to embarrass her, 'knowing how shy she is'. But now that it happened Harry couldn't care less and so he calmly walked past her to his cupboard to pick out clothes, pretending not to notice her face turn as red as her hair.
Ginny felt awkward now that Harry had gotten up, she didn't expect him to stand so confidently in front of her half naked. When he did however she couldn't remove her eyes from him, he had a magnificently tanned body and the muscles rippled across his body as he moved past her. She smelt him then, he always wore muggle aftershave, she knew it because it was the exact same one Bill uses but somehow the scent has a different effect on her when Harry's wearing it.
"Are you alright Ginny?" Harry was leaning against the cupboard door and seemed to some how look worried and have a mischievous grin on his face at the same time, Ginny thought that her name had never sounded better to her ears.
Ginny seemed to realize that she had been standing there unmoving for 5minutes and now stood staring openly at Harry. She blushed crimson and somehow found the strength to nod.
Harry smiled, he walked towards her and when he was only a few centimeters away he bent over her ear and whispered softly "You're amazingly beautiful when you blush" this made Ginny blush even more not that either of them believed it possible and Harry laughed at her openly surprised look. He had flirted with her before and had had the same results, but refused to make it anything more than flirting until he a satisfied she was old enough. Harry didn't know however whether Ginny believed him or not but he for one knew that every word he said to her when flirting was totally and utterly true.
Hermoine stayed in bed the rest of the day and when she woke several times she closed her eyes and went back to sleep. Harry checked on her constantly and even though he knew that she was awake and Hermoine knew that he would understand, and so both were content in just foregoing the talking.
When most of the day went buy and Hermoine had not emerged for breakfast or lunch, Harry decided to talk to her before the matter got out of hand.
A knock on the door was answered by a moan and a shuffle of sheets as Hermoine turned away from the door stubbornly ignoring the knock. Harry didn't bother to knock again and just entered.
"Moines, I think you should get out of bed and eat something." He could see the outline of her form against the light seeping through the closed curtains.
Harry didn't hesitate but moved over to the window an flung the curtains open, he open the window and stepped aside letting the breeze entice Hermoine into looking up, he knew she loved fresh air.
And surely enough she peeked over the sheets and when she saw him watching gave up and sat up in bed.
"Well, at least we're getting somewhere." He smiled at her but got nothing in return, Harry frowned then. "Moine, look at me" he said it with a tone of power that made her look up. "Moine, what is the matter, you've never been this bad before?"
"Harry I'm just tired of trying and I don't think I'll ever get the guts to face him again!" Harry heard the lifeless tone of her voice and for once in his life he as frightened for Hermoine, she had always had a spark in her that amazed him, and how could she just give up.
"Look you faced him before over and over in your life and you know you'll have to do it again soon. Now that we're all stuck here you have no choice Moine and the sooner you do it the better."
"I don't want to look at him, but you're right and I'll do it at dinner tonight." Although Harry would normally be pleased when she agreed with him, for once he regretted not killing Snape.
Snape was shocked when at breakfast Potter And Weasley appeared without the Granger girl. Potter had made a hasty excuse about her feeling unwell and left immediately after he finished eating.
The same at lunch. Snape began to worry, 'what could possibly have happened to her?' He was pacing the length of his bedroom when the dinner bell rang, Snape made his way to the dining hall at a brisk walk that he barely held back from a run, if she didn't come to dinner he was in half a mind to go to her rooms and see what the problem was.
Dumbledore was already seated when Snape arrived and the other teachers had just walked in when there was a high-pitched scream outside the hall. All the teachers jumped to their feet and rushed for the doors.
The commotion in the hall increased when the doors suddenly swung open and the teachers burst through with their wands out.
Harry who was just getting his fits of laughter under control burst into a new fit when he saw the teachers surprised faces at the sight of Hermoine wet from head to toe. Dumbledore stepped past Ron and Ginny both on their knees now holding on to their stomachs. He looked at Harry questioningly and Harry regained his composure enough to give Hermoine a hand up and gave her his cloak to cover up as her dress was now see-through and stuck to her like a second skin. Dumbledore simply put his wand away and asked. "What happened?"
"Well sir as you can see we were on our way to dinner when peeves took Hermoine for a target."
Ron had gotten up and was wiping a tear away. "I never Knew Peeves's aim was so good."
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Hermoine woke up and immediately knew where she was, the feel of the mattress, the smell of the room and the couch in the corner all told her. 'I'm so used to the bed it feels like my own' she thought about the number of night she had wept and slept in this room and couldn't count them. And then all other memories vanished as she remembered why she was there in the first place and all the pain flowed into her at the same time and she cried again.
As if by summons Harry burst through the door at a run and without hesitation sat on the bed and held Hermoine until her tears stopped, her sobs subsided and she looked at him with red, puffy eyes. "Oh Harry, I'm so sorry!" she placed her head onto his shoulder and he rocked back and forth on the bed.
"You don't have to apologize for the way you feel." Harry spoke softly into her hair. "And to me least of all people." He appeared calm but Harry felt an Incredible anger rise up within him, not because of Hermoine but because Snape was too stupid to see how beautiful she was, how special and rare people like her were. This anger at Snape is what gave Harry courage to face him like he was a pier and how Harry managed to make it seem that Snape's comments washed over him. Deep down in his mind Harry made a promise to himself and the girl in his arms most of all, that he would make Snape pay for what he was doing to Hermoine.
"Do you want to talk about it?" the question was unnecessary since he already knew the answer, but talking to her was the best remedy Harry knew. The young woman in his arms shook her head and remained silent in his arms. Harry always thought that Hermoine was pretty, but the years had changed her better than anyone expected. Her hair was straight and silky, she was taller than average, ('perfect height' Harry thought) she was slender and the years of knowledge and experience glowed in her big, brown eyes. 'How could Snape not see it?'
"Harry?" the voice was barely a whisper, but sometimes Harry thought that he would be able to pick it out in a muggle market place.
"Mmm."
"Harry, I really think I'm ok now and that I'll be over it soon. So you really don't have to blame Snape for this, I mean it's not his fault." Harry looked down at her and smiled (a charming smile that caught every girls eye) 'she knows me too well' he mused. ' But I know her just as well if not better.'
"Moine, I hate to see you suffer." he placed a finger on her lips as she opened her mouth to argue, " But I wont force my help on you until you ask for it or truly need it." Hermoine smiled the first time for what seemed like forever, she threw her arms around him and whispered into his already soaked shirt "Thank you Harry"
Ginny woke up with a sore back and neck, she and Ron had fallen asleep in their chairs as usual when they played wizards chess since she was the one to lose constantly. Ginny got up and stretched careful not to wake Ron, she tiptoed away and started to climb the stairs to Harry's room. When she opened the door she saw exactly what she saw the last time, Hermoine in a deep sleep with her head in the crook of Harry's arm while his other hand stroked her smooth hair.
Harry smiled warmly at Ginny when he saw her head peek around the door, he knew that she had a tremendous crush on him, but he couldn't help thinking that she's too young.
When Harry smiled at her, her knees always went weak and at that moment she envied Hermoine more than ever before.
"Eh. Ron might wake up quite soon, those chairs are pretty uncomfortable." She just didn't know what else to say, she felt stupid giving hints to people to get out of bed.
Harry smiled at her again and suppressed a chuckle. He didn't understand how Ginny could feel so uncomfortable just telling him to get out of bed and wake Hermoine. ' Then again, she does like me, maybe she doesn't know what to say about Moine.'
Harry moved out of bed slowly so s not to wake Hermoine straight away, so he now stood in front of Ginny with nothing else on but his boxers. He didn't remember getting undressed for bed, if he knew, he would have asked Ginny to leave not wanting to embarrass her, 'knowing how shy she is'. But now that it happened Harry couldn't care less and so he calmly walked past her to his cupboard to pick out clothes, pretending not to notice her face turn as red as her hair.
Ginny felt awkward now that Harry had gotten up, she didn't expect him to stand so confidently in front of her half naked. When he did however she couldn't remove her eyes from him, he had a magnificently tanned body and the muscles rippled across his body as he moved past her. She smelt him then, he always wore muggle aftershave, she knew it because it was the exact same one Bill uses but somehow the scent has a different effect on her when Harry's wearing it.
"Are you alright Ginny?" Harry was leaning against the cupboard door and seemed to some how look worried and have a mischievous grin on his face at the same time, Ginny thought that her name had never sounded better to her ears.
Ginny seemed to realize that she had been standing there unmoving for 5minutes and now stood staring openly at Harry. She blushed crimson and somehow found the strength to nod.
Harry smiled, he walked towards her and when he was only a few centimeters away he bent over her ear and whispered softly "You're amazingly beautiful when you blush" this made Ginny blush even more not that either of them believed it possible and Harry laughed at her openly surprised look. He had flirted with her before and had had the same results, but refused to make it anything more than flirting until he a satisfied she was old enough. Harry didn't know however whether Ginny believed him or not but he for one knew that every word he said to her when flirting was totally and utterly true.
Hermoine stayed in bed the rest of the day and when she woke several times she closed her eyes and went back to sleep. Harry checked on her constantly and even though he knew that she was awake and Hermoine knew that he would understand, and so both were content in just foregoing the talking.
When most of the day went buy and Hermoine had not emerged for breakfast or lunch, Harry decided to talk to her before the matter got out of hand.
A knock on the door was answered by a moan and a shuffle of sheets as Hermoine turned away from the door stubbornly ignoring the knock. Harry didn't bother to knock again and just entered.
"Moines, I think you should get out of bed and eat something." He could see the outline of her form against the light seeping through the closed curtains.
Harry didn't hesitate but moved over to the window an flung the curtains open, he open the window and stepped aside letting the breeze entice Hermoine into looking up, he knew she loved fresh air.
And surely enough she peeked over the sheets and when she saw him watching gave up and sat up in bed.
"Well, at least we're getting somewhere." He smiled at her but got nothing in return, Harry frowned then. "Moine, look at me" he said it with a tone of power that made her look up. "Moine, what is the matter, you've never been this bad before?"
"Harry I'm just tired of trying and I don't think I'll ever get the guts to face him again!" Harry heard the lifeless tone of her voice and for once in his life he as frightened for Hermoine, she had always had a spark in her that amazed him, and how could she just give up.
"Look you faced him before over and over in your life and you know you'll have to do it again soon. Now that we're all stuck here you have no choice Moine and the sooner you do it the better."
"I don't want to look at him, but you're right and I'll do it at dinner tonight." Although Harry would normally be pleased when she agreed with him, for once he regretted not killing Snape.
Snape was shocked when at breakfast Potter And Weasley appeared without the Granger girl. Potter had made a hasty excuse about her feeling unwell and left immediately after he finished eating.
The same at lunch. Snape began to worry, 'what could possibly have happened to her?' He was pacing the length of his bedroom when the dinner bell rang, Snape made his way to the dining hall at a brisk walk that he barely held back from a run, if she didn't come to dinner he was in half a mind to go to her rooms and see what the problem was.
Dumbledore was already seated when Snape arrived and the other teachers had just walked in when there was a high-pitched scream outside the hall. All the teachers jumped to their feet and rushed for the doors.
The commotion in the hall increased when the doors suddenly swung open and the teachers burst through with their wands out.
Harry who was just getting his fits of laughter under control burst into a new fit when he saw the teachers surprised faces at the sight of Hermoine wet from head to toe. Dumbledore stepped past Ron and Ginny both on their knees now holding on to their stomachs. He looked at Harry questioningly and Harry regained his composure enough to give Hermoine a hand up and gave her his cloak to cover up as her dress was now see-through and stuck to her like a second skin. Dumbledore simply put his wand away and asked. "What happened?"
"Well sir as you can see we were on our way to dinner when peeves took Hermoine for a target."
Ron had gotten up and was wiping a tear away. "I never Knew Peeves's aim was so good."