A/N: You guy's are right, Pomfrey is the nurse, Pince is the librarian. My
bad, thanks for catching it.
A/N: Okay, and I know I keep promising this, but Ron is hopefully gonna appear at the end of either this chappie or the next one.
After Harry left, I settled into the not-so-comfortable bed as best I could, and closed my eyes, promising myself I was only going to rest my eyes for a few minutes.
"Just a few minutes... that's all I need..." I murmured, as my eyes closed. My thoughts drifted from the past events of this morning to Harry, and I was soon fast asleep.
Three hours later: My eyelids fluttered open, and I stretched out my aching back. Rolling over, I glanced at the clock, and gasped. I had been asleep for three hours!
"So much for a few minutes," I muttered grumpily as I sat up and looked around. There wasn't another soul in sight. Another look at the clock told me why; it was time for supper. Grumbling, I stood to gather my things and head downstairs, but fell back on the bed in pain.
"Ow! Okay, definitely shouldn't have done that," I said as I grimaced in pain. "So what am I supposed to do now? I can't go downstairs, so am I supposed to sit her and sulk all night by myself?" I wondered aloud with a deep sigh.
"No m'lady, that is where I step in," came a voice through the door, which swung open to reveal the smiling figure of none other Harry. "I come with thy dinner, my fair lady," he said in a mocking, old-fashioned English voice. And it was true. In his hands he held ample portions of all my favorites.
"Oh, Harry! You're a life savor! I thought I was going to be stuck up here all night by myself! But how did you manage to sneak away with all the food? Someone must have seen you!" I said rather quickly, and paused for some air.
"And have thy lady starve? Never!" he said, still mimicking the accent. "Besides, I had my cloak, so no one saw me," he added, his voice returning to normal. "So here, dig in," he finished, handing me the plate. I gave him a grateful smile and quickly started eating.
"Mmm, this is delicious! And still warm! You really are a life savor, Harry," I said between mouthfuls.
"Anything for my 'Mione. And I was feeling kind of guilty about this afternoon. I should have warned you about that branch," he said as he sat down. I shot him a questioning look, and he stood up. "What, you don't want me to stay? Because I can leave if you'd rather be alone," he said, quickly making for the door.
"Harry, stop. Of course I want you to stay. I just figured you'd rather be downstairs with your friends then stuck up here in this stuffy room with me," I said.
"'Mione, are you kidding me? You're the only person I want to be with right now. I mean, it's not like anyone else in this school actually appreciates me for who I am. I'm the 'Boy Who Lived'. So what? Does anyone else look past that? I don't think so," he said with a bit of disdain in his voice. His eyes were mixed with anger and hurt, and I felt my heart melting for him. How could people be so cruel?
"Harry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say that. I just meant..." I trailed off as I realized what a futile gesture it was to continue. He sighed and looked up, with an eerie sadness haunting his eyes. The anger was gone, just sadness remained in his steady gaze. His features were wary, and I patted the spot next to me on the bed, gesturing for him to sit. He practically collapsed on the bed, and I lay down next to him. He pulled me into him, so my back was against his stomach, and he wrapped an arm around my waist, holding me there. Not that I was planning on leaving. This just felt so...right. Like I belonged there. But that wasn't important right now. What was important was listening to Harry, so I moved that thought out of my head as he started talking.
"I don't understand how some people can be so ignorant of other peoples feelings. They all think it's great that I'm the 'Boy Who Lived' but do they actually care about me? No. All they want is for me to be their new best friend so they can say their friends with me. Yeah, sure, it sounds great being famous and having every single person know your name, but it's not all its cracked up to be. Every where I go, I'm constantly surrounded by people who want to know me, shake hands with me, get my autograph, have their picture taken with me, but do any of them want to get to know me, know who I really am? You and Ron are the only people in this entire world that mean anything to me. You're there for me when I need you, you're always willing to talk when I need someone to talk to, and you even help the 'famous' Harry Potter do his homework. What would I do without you? I would be the lost little Harry Potter; the one everyone pities and loves at the same time. I swear, without you Hermione, I would be nothing, nothing like what I am today," he said as he rested his head on the back of neck.
"Wow, Harry, I had no idea you felt this way. I'm... speechless. I really don't know what to say," I said breathlessly as I felt the lump grow in my throat. All along I had taken Harry for granted just like everyone else, and now I felt terrible. I was just like one of them! I small tear leaked out of the corner of my eye and made its way down my cheek. I placed my hand on top of his and gave it a gentle squeeze. He squeezed back, and then slowly entwined our fingers so we were lying side-by-side, fingers entwined at my waist. We just lay there in silence, enjoying each other's company. It was then that I came to a startling realization.
Our relationship had changed a lot over the years, and although I couldn't exactly pinpoint the time, I realized that I had fallen for Harry. All along, it was Harry that I liked, not Krum. Harry was the one that was always there for me, always been my shoulder to cry on. I can't believe how blind I've been to all this! How I never noticed how my heart flutters when he comes near, or how much I like the sound of his voice, or how it gives me the shivers to hear him call me 'Mione.
"'Mione," he said gently, shaking me out of my thoughts.
"Mmm?" I replied.
"What are you thinking?" he asked.
"Why do you ask?"
"You're just being really quiet... that's all," he said.
"It's just that... there's something I need to tell you Harry," I said. "What I've been thinking about that's made me so quiet is that I've realized something. Something I've been completely blind about over the years."
"And what's that?" he asked.
"That... that... that I've fallen for you," I said, and quickly continued. "I don't know how I could be so blind to this, but I was. I never noticed any of the signals before, but I see them now."
I heard him draw in a ragged breath, and then he said it. "'Mione," he said, barely speaking above a whisper. "'Mione, look at me." I rolled over in his arms, and found myself practically nose-to-nose with him. I couldn't look him in the eye, I was too afraid of what I'd see.
"'Mione, look at me," he said again, and taking in a deep breath, I did so. I looked up into those green eyes, those magical green eyes. And I just couldn't help it. I got lost in those eyes.
He slowly inched his head towards mine; his eyes focused on my lips. I tilted my head to the side, like I had seen in the movies. Our lips were centimeters apart, and I was so anxious for this to happen. Our first kiss, that first magical kiss.
"Hey guys!" came the sound of Ron's voice through the door, "I'm back!"
A/N: Sorry to end it here...but after all, don't they say, "Always leave them wanting more"? So I hope you guys want more!
A/N: Please review, your reviews mean so much to me! I love each and every one of you that review!
A/N: Okay, and I know I keep promising this, but Ron is hopefully gonna appear at the end of either this chappie or the next one.
After Harry left, I settled into the not-so-comfortable bed as best I could, and closed my eyes, promising myself I was only going to rest my eyes for a few minutes.
"Just a few minutes... that's all I need..." I murmured, as my eyes closed. My thoughts drifted from the past events of this morning to Harry, and I was soon fast asleep.
Three hours later: My eyelids fluttered open, and I stretched out my aching back. Rolling over, I glanced at the clock, and gasped. I had been asleep for three hours!
"So much for a few minutes," I muttered grumpily as I sat up and looked around. There wasn't another soul in sight. Another look at the clock told me why; it was time for supper. Grumbling, I stood to gather my things and head downstairs, but fell back on the bed in pain.
"Ow! Okay, definitely shouldn't have done that," I said as I grimaced in pain. "So what am I supposed to do now? I can't go downstairs, so am I supposed to sit her and sulk all night by myself?" I wondered aloud with a deep sigh.
"No m'lady, that is where I step in," came a voice through the door, which swung open to reveal the smiling figure of none other Harry. "I come with thy dinner, my fair lady," he said in a mocking, old-fashioned English voice. And it was true. In his hands he held ample portions of all my favorites.
"Oh, Harry! You're a life savor! I thought I was going to be stuck up here all night by myself! But how did you manage to sneak away with all the food? Someone must have seen you!" I said rather quickly, and paused for some air.
"And have thy lady starve? Never!" he said, still mimicking the accent. "Besides, I had my cloak, so no one saw me," he added, his voice returning to normal. "So here, dig in," he finished, handing me the plate. I gave him a grateful smile and quickly started eating.
"Mmm, this is delicious! And still warm! You really are a life savor, Harry," I said between mouthfuls.
"Anything for my 'Mione. And I was feeling kind of guilty about this afternoon. I should have warned you about that branch," he said as he sat down. I shot him a questioning look, and he stood up. "What, you don't want me to stay? Because I can leave if you'd rather be alone," he said, quickly making for the door.
"Harry, stop. Of course I want you to stay. I just figured you'd rather be downstairs with your friends then stuck up here in this stuffy room with me," I said.
"'Mione, are you kidding me? You're the only person I want to be with right now. I mean, it's not like anyone else in this school actually appreciates me for who I am. I'm the 'Boy Who Lived'. So what? Does anyone else look past that? I don't think so," he said with a bit of disdain in his voice. His eyes were mixed with anger and hurt, and I felt my heart melting for him. How could people be so cruel?
"Harry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say that. I just meant..." I trailed off as I realized what a futile gesture it was to continue. He sighed and looked up, with an eerie sadness haunting his eyes. The anger was gone, just sadness remained in his steady gaze. His features were wary, and I patted the spot next to me on the bed, gesturing for him to sit. He practically collapsed on the bed, and I lay down next to him. He pulled me into him, so my back was against his stomach, and he wrapped an arm around my waist, holding me there. Not that I was planning on leaving. This just felt so...right. Like I belonged there. But that wasn't important right now. What was important was listening to Harry, so I moved that thought out of my head as he started talking.
"I don't understand how some people can be so ignorant of other peoples feelings. They all think it's great that I'm the 'Boy Who Lived' but do they actually care about me? No. All they want is for me to be their new best friend so they can say their friends with me. Yeah, sure, it sounds great being famous and having every single person know your name, but it's not all its cracked up to be. Every where I go, I'm constantly surrounded by people who want to know me, shake hands with me, get my autograph, have their picture taken with me, but do any of them want to get to know me, know who I really am? You and Ron are the only people in this entire world that mean anything to me. You're there for me when I need you, you're always willing to talk when I need someone to talk to, and you even help the 'famous' Harry Potter do his homework. What would I do without you? I would be the lost little Harry Potter; the one everyone pities and loves at the same time. I swear, without you Hermione, I would be nothing, nothing like what I am today," he said as he rested his head on the back of neck.
"Wow, Harry, I had no idea you felt this way. I'm... speechless. I really don't know what to say," I said breathlessly as I felt the lump grow in my throat. All along I had taken Harry for granted just like everyone else, and now I felt terrible. I was just like one of them! I small tear leaked out of the corner of my eye and made its way down my cheek. I placed my hand on top of his and gave it a gentle squeeze. He squeezed back, and then slowly entwined our fingers so we were lying side-by-side, fingers entwined at my waist. We just lay there in silence, enjoying each other's company. It was then that I came to a startling realization.
Our relationship had changed a lot over the years, and although I couldn't exactly pinpoint the time, I realized that I had fallen for Harry. All along, it was Harry that I liked, not Krum. Harry was the one that was always there for me, always been my shoulder to cry on. I can't believe how blind I've been to all this! How I never noticed how my heart flutters when he comes near, or how much I like the sound of his voice, or how it gives me the shivers to hear him call me 'Mione.
"'Mione," he said gently, shaking me out of my thoughts.
"Mmm?" I replied.
"What are you thinking?" he asked.
"Why do you ask?"
"You're just being really quiet... that's all," he said.
"It's just that... there's something I need to tell you Harry," I said. "What I've been thinking about that's made me so quiet is that I've realized something. Something I've been completely blind about over the years."
"And what's that?" he asked.
"That... that... that I've fallen for you," I said, and quickly continued. "I don't know how I could be so blind to this, but I was. I never noticed any of the signals before, but I see them now."
I heard him draw in a ragged breath, and then he said it. "'Mione," he said, barely speaking above a whisper. "'Mione, look at me." I rolled over in his arms, and found myself practically nose-to-nose with him. I couldn't look him in the eye, I was too afraid of what I'd see.
"'Mione, look at me," he said again, and taking in a deep breath, I did so. I looked up into those green eyes, those magical green eyes. And I just couldn't help it. I got lost in those eyes.
He slowly inched his head towards mine; his eyes focused on my lips. I tilted my head to the side, like I had seen in the movies. Our lips were centimeters apart, and I was so anxious for this to happen. Our first kiss, that first magical kiss.
"Hey guys!" came the sound of Ron's voice through the door, "I'm back!"
A/N: Sorry to end it here...but after all, don't they say, "Always leave them wanting more"? So I hope you guys want more!
A/N: Please review, your reviews mean so much to me! I love each and every one of you that review!