Summer Love
Chapter 5
Disclaimer: I own only the plot. Everything you recognize belongs to Ms. Rowling, a most brilliant author.
A special thanks goes to Kacie, who has pestered me and nagged and done everything in her power to get me to update this. Thanks, KC, I dunno what'd I'd do without you! Love ya!
And now to the story, hope you all enjoy it as much as I know Kacie will :-)
Harry, Hermione, Mr. and Mrs. Granger had a quick dinner of pizza and settled down to watch a movie before they went to bed. Hermione slept peacefully. Her sleep was very deep so that hardly anything could wake her. She didn't even dream.
At one point during the night Hermione awoke suddenly as though doused with water. She lay still and silent, straining to hear what had awoken her. Soon she fell asleep again, forgetting all about the brief interruption to her rest.
The next morning Mr. and Mrs. Granger announced that they would be traveling to Spain for a week on business. What a business trip would be for a dentist, Harry could not imagine, but they were leaving all the same. Hermione was taken aback, for she hadn't heard about this dentists' convention before that morning and usually would be told about something like this well beforehand. It would last a week and they could be reached at their hotel, the contact information of which they had written on a Post-It note on the refrigerator.
Right before they left Mrs. Granger took Hermione aside and Harry, guessing what they would be talking about, quickly left the room before Mr. Granger caught his gaze as he was attempting to do.
"Now, Hermione, don't do anything… ahem," Mrs. Granger cleared her throat as Hermione glanced around for Harry, whom she had hoped would at least bear some of the embarrassment of the situation, but he had made a quick retreat. 'He knows what's going on as well as I do,' thought Hermione grimly. "Stupid." Mrs. Granger continued. "I trust you and he's a lovely boy whom I would trust to take responsibility for his actions, but I would rather he didn't have to. Things happen. I know. Just try to make sure they don't, okay? You love him so much, it's plain to see and he loves you just as much. I just know. Don't do anything you wouldn't want me to know about, all right?" asked Mrs. Granger, obviously worried about leaving her teen-aged daughter alone in her house with a teen-aged boy for a week.
"Geez, Mom," Hermione mumbled, cheeks burning. "You know we won't… do anything."
"Yes, well… we're trusting you—and him," Mrs. Granger sighed as they walked out of the door.
Hermione went in search of Harry once her face turned a normal color. He had very noticeably disappeared during the lecture and Hermione was not exactly happy with him for leaving her to bear the brunt of the responsibility. I mean, obviously they wouldn't do anything. They were just friends, but he should have been there as well, to reassure her parents that nothing like that was going on between them. 'Perhaps it was better he wasn't there, though,' Hermione thought, remembering her mother's comments about their "love" for each other.
Hermione finally found Harry in the library, looking at the scrapbook she had given him for his birthday. She quietly entered the room, hoping not to disturb him. He seemed so peaceful, peaceful like he hadn't been since she couldn't even remember how long ago. She walked silently up to the leather chair he was sitting in, shielding her eyes from the sun streaming in through the window in front of the chair. It was then that she noticed the tears coursing noiselessly down his face.
Hermione whispered in surprise, "Harry, dear, what's the matter?"
AN: Sorry it's a little short and sorry it took me so long, but there will be another chapter up tomorrow (or even later today)! Sorry about the cliffhanger, but it's not that bad, is it? REVIEW PLEASE! Review review reviewreviewreview! Pleeeeeeease!
