Ch 6: Getting Together
His struggle was not in vain, he had made it to the lavatory next to Harry's room without much incident. When he finished his business he realized the struggle would be repeated just to get to the bed; he was exhausted now, but didn't want to call attention to himself. He finally pushed open the door and started for the bedroom, crawling on the floor using his hands and arms to pull his barely functioning lower body across the floor. "This is bloody rough," he said to himself as he finally got to the door.
"You could have just asked for some help," he didn't look around to see the brown eyed girl staring at him. Her voice was on the edge of cracking, he could tell she had been crying.
"The only person that I would want help from didn't come to see me, and now she's mocking me." He sighed as he pushed himself to the edge of the bed; she still hadn't moved any closer to the door.
"I'll just hurt you, like… like…" she was starting to cry again; Harry finally looked back at her. He reached his hand out for her, she hesitantly approached him. Feeling the warmth in his hand as she touched his he knew what he wanted to do, lightly tugging on her arm she stumbled into him quickly.
He gathered her up into his arms, "You didn't hurt me, I think we hurt him." Her face elevated to look into his eyes, tears were freely running down her face. The places where their skin met seemed to be on fire, but it didn't bother him he leaned down and placed his lips upon her for the second time. The same shocking pain ran through his body, but then a ice chilling feeling spiraled up his spine; his legs folded up and he pulled her closer to him.
"Your legs… you moved your legs." She gasped as they broke their kiss; the burning sensation was completely gone now, but he could feel a tingling feeling in his stomach still as he cradled her still teary face in his hands. He wiped away the water lines and kissed her face just under her eyes.
"Bloody finally," she lightly smacked his arm. "Hey! It had something to do with the kiss again; I think I'm not quite full healed…" He grinned evilly, "we should kiss some more."
She slapped his arm again before leaning up and placing another kiss on his lips, pushing her whole body on top of him; he slowly slid away from the bed towards the middle of the floor. They kissed for a while more before the door opened, but immediately slammed closed again. "Ron," Harry grunted. Should I feel bad for him? Or should I just accept that he's being a prat?
She must have sensed the struggle in his mind because she kissed his forehead and a soothing sensation enveloped his head. She helped him stand, he was still a little wobbly so they lay down on the bed again, but this time she was with him. They quickly fell asleep, her head resting on his chest and no sign of Ron.
Harry awoke the next morning with an odd weight on his chest, but quickly saw the source of his dilemma. She must have fallen asleep with me, he thought looking around the room but there was no sign of Ron still. He must have slept somewhere else; what the bloody hell am I going to tell him?
He heard footsteps approaching the door, but when it swung open it wasn't at all who he thought it would be. Mr. Weasley stood in the door way, quickly surveying the room he walked forward and sat a tray of food on the table next to Harry. He gazed over the two fully clothed teenagers on the bed; he nodded before leaving but didn't say a word. Harry couldn't tell what he was thinking, but it must have been split; he'd never seen his friend's father so oddly acting.
The smell of the wonderfully cooked food hadn't escaped his or her senses. Her eyes fluttered awake, and looked right up at him as she woke up. He grinned sheepishly, "Sleep well?" She cuddled back into him before saying anything else, and even then he couldn't tell what she said with her face buried in his shoulder. "What was that? I hope you're hungry, because I won't eat this alone."
He was playing with her hair as she hugged him again, and yawned into him again. She wasn't normally the one to want to sleep in, and today was no different. After a few more yawns she was fully awake and curled up next to him taking a slice of bread from the tray. He grinned taking one as well, and they ate rather steadily neither wanting to know what would happen after breakfast.
Harry didn't know if he should say something, and Hermione sensed his thoughts and looked up at him a small smile playing on her lips. "I just want to… say… er… ask? Umm, well… would you be my girl?"
"Harry, you should bloody know the answer to that." She laughed at his face having turned a bright shade of magenta; she kissed his lips as if to end the conversation with a satisfactory answer. He couldn't have been happier, well that's not true he thought; Ron could not be mad at them for loving each other. He could feel her curl up next to him again and snuggle her head into the crook in his shoulder and neck; he could definitely get used to this feeling, he thought as he kissed the top of her head and smiled.
