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fic so far. I'm also open to any suggestions you have. Here's chapter
five.with a cliffhanger I might add.hehe, yes, I know I'm evil.mwa hahahaha
CHAPTER FIVE: Hagrid's Hut
RECAP: Hermione ran upstairs to her dormitory, closed the door, and
fell onto her bed, tears putting her to sleep for a second time.
Harry stayed on the floor for quite some time, trying to figure out
what had just happened.
Hermione awakened after everyone had left for breakfast. She figured that no one would be downstairs, so she walked down to the common room. There, she found Harry, leaned against a chair, inches away from where she had left him a few hours previous. He seemed to be looking at nothing in particular, most likely thinking about something. He had a depressed look on his face. He didn't notice her standing next to him until she spoke.
"Harry?" Hermione said.
"Hmm? Hermione? I didn't-Oh, 'Mione I'm really sorry about whatever I did. I didn't mean to-" Harry still had a depressed look on his face. His emerald eyes full of sorrow.
"-Harry, stop. It's alright. I'm sorry if I scared you. There's just been a lot going on and-"
"-What do you mean? We haven't had any classes yet. Hermione, are you not telling me something?"
"I, er...well, y-no, there's nothing. I'm just tired, that's all. Wait, why didn't you go to breakfast?"
"Because I was worried about you. You really scared me Hermione. One second we were having fun and the next minute it looked like you'd been petrified or something. Something's bothering you. I can tell. Please talk to me Hermione. I really care about you. I don't want to lose you."
Hermione just stared into his emerald eyes. She seemed lost in their sorrow and concern. She had always felt like she could talk to Harry about anything. He was her best friend, after all. She had always felt as though he was a brother to her, but now, she felt differently. Hermione had to shake herself out of her daze before answering.
"Harry, I'm sorry. I just can't-I need to think." Hermione began to stand up. She hadn't even noticed that she had sat down next to Harry. She had almost begun to walk back up to the common room when Harry stood up and pulled her back. He held her hands.
"Hermione, please talk to me. I know how it feels to keep things inside. It killed me all summer long to keep my feelings about.Sirius inside." Hermione noticed Harry's pause before saying his godfather's name. She knew it was still painful for him, no matter what he said. "Please 'Mione. I don't want to see you hurt."
"Harry, I'm sorry. I-let's just get some food in the kitchens. I bet Dobby's dying to see you." Hermione quickly tried to change the subject.
"Alright, fine. I hope you know I won't let this go though. I care too much about you." Harry still had that new twinkle in his eye that Hermione had never seen before. She just brushed it off because she figured she knew that he didn't have the same feelings as she did. 'What *are* my feelings for Harry?' she thought to herself. They left the common room together.
* * *
When they arrived at the portrait outside the kitchens, Hermione tickled the pear and the portrait swung open. In a matter of seconds, Harry had been tackled to the floor by a very familiar house-elf.
"Harry Potter, Dobby is happy to see you, sir. Dobby has been hoping Harry Potter would visit, but not this soon. What is it Harry Potter is wanting?"
"Oh, just a small breakfast Do-"
Harry stopped as six different house elves swarmed around them with plates of food. Harry took a few things, as well as Hermione and thanked them.
"Oh, Harry Potter sir, Dobby is honored to help. Dobby would like Harry Potter to visit again with his friend Hermy."
"Sure, Dobby. Anytime," Harry said smiling, after swallowing a mouthful of food.
"Of course Dobby," said Hermione, also smiling.
"Goodbye Harry Potter and Hermy!" they heard Dobby's voice fade away as they exited the kitchens.
"Where to next?" Harry asked.
Hermione was glad he wasn't questioning her about what was wrong anymore. "Let's visit Hagrid," she said.
"You don't think Ron'll be mad if we don't get him first?" Harry said with a worried tone. "I think he's already a little suspicious."
"Of what, Harry?" Hermione said with a playful tone and a smile on her face. What had he meant by that? Was he implying that there was more to them than just a close friendship? 'No, I'm just getting my hopes up.' she thought.
"Well, I mean-er, never mind. Let's just go see Hagrid."
Hermione nodded and they were on their way to Hagrid's hut.
* * *
"Hello? 'arry! 'ermione! Come on in! I've missed yeh!"
"We've missed you too, Hagrid!" Hermione said.
"Want a cup er' tea?"
"Sure, Hagrid," Harry said as they sat down.
"Do you know anything new about the attack on Durmstrang, Hagrid?"
"Wha'? Oh, er, I shouldn't be talkin' to yeh about tha'.Order business."
"Please, Hagrid? You've told us plenty of things befo-" Hermione was cut off.
"An' oy shouldn' have. The less you know the be'er. You know the dangers we're all facin' these days."
"No, Hagrid, we don't!" Harry exclaimed. "We have no clue what's going on because no one will tell us. I know that it's dangerous for us to know information about Voldemort, especially me because of my connection with him, but not knowing anything is worse!" He paused to take a breath, "I'd figure since my life depends on killing Voldemort, I would get the information I need to be prepared, but no one is helping. They all seem to think that if they keep me locked up in the castle, I'll be fine. It's insane! Doesn't the Order realize that Voldemort already broke into Durmstrang, which was practically as safe as Hogwarts? Does the Order *want* me to die?!"
"Harry, what are you talking about? You can't kill Voldemort. The Order will. Why are you putting all that onto yourself?" Hermione was confused. She had concern in her eyes.
Harry gave out an annoyed sigh. "Hermione, you don't understand. There's stuff I haven't told you and I-"
"Oh, right!" Hermione was on the verge of hysterics, "So! You can complain about people not telling you things, but you can't even tell your closest friends that you *have* to kill Voldemort?! I care about you more than anyone and you can't tell me something that important?! I'll see you later Harry. I doubt you want to share anymore information with me." And with that, she fled from the hut.
Harry didn't know what to do. Why had he done that? Hermione meant everything to him. 'Well, just as a friend, at least.' he thought, the actual thought sort of trailing away. Then, almost as an impulse, he shot up from his seat and ran out the door after Hermione. He didn't even stop to say goodbye to Hagrid.
Harry found Hermione in tears. She had been walking slowly, contrary to her desire to run up to her room and cry herself to sleep. Harry had stepped in front of her and had placed his hands on her shoulders. They just stood there for several minutes, Harry gazing into Hermione's tear- filled eyes. Hermione didn't exactly know why she was crying. She knew that Harry had to keep things from her, but why something that important? She hiccupped from crying so hard. Harry pulled her into a tight embrace.
"I'm so sorry, Hermione. I don't want to see you hurt."
Hermione just buried her face into his shoulder, trying to halt her tears.
"C'mon, lets take a walk. I'll tell you everything." Harry took Hermione's hand and they began their walk around the lake.
Hermione felt the warmth return to her when Harry held her in the embrace just a few moments before. She felt the safety she had always felt in his arms.
They soon came upon their favorite tree near the lake. They sat down next to each other. The sun was on the verge of setting, making the sky turn vibrant colors. Harry then moved so he was facing Hermione.
"Ok, I'll just start from the beginning. Before I was born, Professor Trelawney made a prediction." Harry continued to explain the prophecy. Hermione never moved, making sure not to interrupt. When he was finished, she just stared at him perplexed.
"Hermione?"
Hermione threw herself into his arms, connecting them in a tight embrace for yet another time that day.
"I'm so sorry, Harry. I had no idea. I, I don't know what to say."
"You don't have to say anything. Just talking to you about it makes me feel so much better."
"Harry! How can it make you feel better! You have to kill Voldemort, or, or.he." Hermione stopped. She had somehow just remembered he prophecy describing her own fate. Her eyes were wide. "Harry, I, there's something I haven't told you."
Harry looked confused, "What is it?"
"Well, a few nights ago-" Hermione jumped, "What was that?!"
"Shh! I dunno. I heard it too. I think we better get inside."
They got up and were about to head back into the castle hand in hand when a Harry and Hermione each felt a hand fall on their shoulders.
CHAPTER FIVE: Hagrid's Hut
RECAP: Hermione ran upstairs to her dormitory, closed the door, and
fell onto her bed, tears putting her to sleep for a second time.
Harry stayed on the floor for quite some time, trying to figure out
what had just happened.
Hermione awakened after everyone had left for breakfast. She figured that no one would be downstairs, so she walked down to the common room. There, she found Harry, leaned against a chair, inches away from where she had left him a few hours previous. He seemed to be looking at nothing in particular, most likely thinking about something. He had a depressed look on his face. He didn't notice her standing next to him until she spoke.
"Harry?" Hermione said.
"Hmm? Hermione? I didn't-Oh, 'Mione I'm really sorry about whatever I did. I didn't mean to-" Harry still had a depressed look on his face. His emerald eyes full of sorrow.
"-Harry, stop. It's alright. I'm sorry if I scared you. There's just been a lot going on and-"
"-What do you mean? We haven't had any classes yet. Hermione, are you not telling me something?"
"I, er...well, y-no, there's nothing. I'm just tired, that's all. Wait, why didn't you go to breakfast?"
"Because I was worried about you. You really scared me Hermione. One second we were having fun and the next minute it looked like you'd been petrified or something. Something's bothering you. I can tell. Please talk to me Hermione. I really care about you. I don't want to lose you."
Hermione just stared into his emerald eyes. She seemed lost in their sorrow and concern. She had always felt like she could talk to Harry about anything. He was her best friend, after all. She had always felt as though he was a brother to her, but now, she felt differently. Hermione had to shake herself out of her daze before answering.
"Harry, I'm sorry. I just can't-I need to think." Hermione began to stand up. She hadn't even noticed that she had sat down next to Harry. She had almost begun to walk back up to the common room when Harry stood up and pulled her back. He held her hands.
"Hermione, please talk to me. I know how it feels to keep things inside. It killed me all summer long to keep my feelings about.Sirius inside." Hermione noticed Harry's pause before saying his godfather's name. She knew it was still painful for him, no matter what he said. "Please 'Mione. I don't want to see you hurt."
"Harry, I'm sorry. I-let's just get some food in the kitchens. I bet Dobby's dying to see you." Hermione quickly tried to change the subject.
"Alright, fine. I hope you know I won't let this go though. I care too much about you." Harry still had that new twinkle in his eye that Hermione had never seen before. She just brushed it off because she figured she knew that he didn't have the same feelings as she did. 'What *are* my feelings for Harry?' she thought to herself. They left the common room together.
* * *
When they arrived at the portrait outside the kitchens, Hermione tickled the pear and the portrait swung open. In a matter of seconds, Harry had been tackled to the floor by a very familiar house-elf.
"Harry Potter, Dobby is happy to see you, sir. Dobby has been hoping Harry Potter would visit, but not this soon. What is it Harry Potter is wanting?"
"Oh, just a small breakfast Do-"
Harry stopped as six different house elves swarmed around them with plates of food. Harry took a few things, as well as Hermione and thanked them.
"Oh, Harry Potter sir, Dobby is honored to help. Dobby would like Harry Potter to visit again with his friend Hermy."
"Sure, Dobby. Anytime," Harry said smiling, after swallowing a mouthful of food.
"Of course Dobby," said Hermione, also smiling.
"Goodbye Harry Potter and Hermy!" they heard Dobby's voice fade away as they exited the kitchens.
"Where to next?" Harry asked.
Hermione was glad he wasn't questioning her about what was wrong anymore. "Let's visit Hagrid," she said.
"You don't think Ron'll be mad if we don't get him first?" Harry said with a worried tone. "I think he's already a little suspicious."
"Of what, Harry?" Hermione said with a playful tone and a smile on her face. What had he meant by that? Was he implying that there was more to them than just a close friendship? 'No, I'm just getting my hopes up.' she thought.
"Well, I mean-er, never mind. Let's just go see Hagrid."
Hermione nodded and they were on their way to Hagrid's hut.
* * *
"Hello? 'arry! 'ermione! Come on in! I've missed yeh!"
"We've missed you too, Hagrid!" Hermione said.
"Want a cup er' tea?"
"Sure, Hagrid," Harry said as they sat down.
"Do you know anything new about the attack on Durmstrang, Hagrid?"
"Wha'? Oh, er, I shouldn't be talkin' to yeh about tha'.Order business."
"Please, Hagrid? You've told us plenty of things befo-" Hermione was cut off.
"An' oy shouldn' have. The less you know the be'er. You know the dangers we're all facin' these days."
"No, Hagrid, we don't!" Harry exclaimed. "We have no clue what's going on because no one will tell us. I know that it's dangerous for us to know information about Voldemort, especially me because of my connection with him, but not knowing anything is worse!" He paused to take a breath, "I'd figure since my life depends on killing Voldemort, I would get the information I need to be prepared, but no one is helping. They all seem to think that if they keep me locked up in the castle, I'll be fine. It's insane! Doesn't the Order realize that Voldemort already broke into Durmstrang, which was practically as safe as Hogwarts? Does the Order *want* me to die?!"
"Harry, what are you talking about? You can't kill Voldemort. The Order will. Why are you putting all that onto yourself?" Hermione was confused. She had concern in her eyes.
Harry gave out an annoyed sigh. "Hermione, you don't understand. There's stuff I haven't told you and I-"
"Oh, right!" Hermione was on the verge of hysterics, "So! You can complain about people not telling you things, but you can't even tell your closest friends that you *have* to kill Voldemort?! I care about you more than anyone and you can't tell me something that important?! I'll see you later Harry. I doubt you want to share anymore information with me." And with that, she fled from the hut.
Harry didn't know what to do. Why had he done that? Hermione meant everything to him. 'Well, just as a friend, at least.' he thought, the actual thought sort of trailing away. Then, almost as an impulse, he shot up from his seat and ran out the door after Hermione. He didn't even stop to say goodbye to Hagrid.
Harry found Hermione in tears. She had been walking slowly, contrary to her desire to run up to her room and cry herself to sleep. Harry had stepped in front of her and had placed his hands on her shoulders. They just stood there for several minutes, Harry gazing into Hermione's tear- filled eyes. Hermione didn't exactly know why she was crying. She knew that Harry had to keep things from her, but why something that important? She hiccupped from crying so hard. Harry pulled her into a tight embrace.
"I'm so sorry, Hermione. I don't want to see you hurt."
Hermione just buried her face into his shoulder, trying to halt her tears.
"C'mon, lets take a walk. I'll tell you everything." Harry took Hermione's hand and they began their walk around the lake.
Hermione felt the warmth return to her when Harry held her in the embrace just a few moments before. She felt the safety she had always felt in his arms.
They soon came upon their favorite tree near the lake. They sat down next to each other. The sun was on the verge of setting, making the sky turn vibrant colors. Harry then moved so he was facing Hermione.
"Ok, I'll just start from the beginning. Before I was born, Professor Trelawney made a prediction." Harry continued to explain the prophecy. Hermione never moved, making sure not to interrupt. When he was finished, she just stared at him perplexed.
"Hermione?"
Hermione threw herself into his arms, connecting them in a tight embrace for yet another time that day.
"I'm so sorry, Harry. I had no idea. I, I don't know what to say."
"You don't have to say anything. Just talking to you about it makes me feel so much better."
"Harry! How can it make you feel better! You have to kill Voldemort, or, or.he." Hermione stopped. She had somehow just remembered he prophecy describing her own fate. Her eyes were wide. "Harry, I, there's something I haven't told you."
Harry looked confused, "What is it?"
"Well, a few nights ago-" Hermione jumped, "What was that?!"
"Shh! I dunno. I heard it too. I think we better get inside."
They got up and were about to head back into the castle hand in hand when a Harry and Hermione each felt a hand fall on their shoulders.