DISCLAIMER: Harry Potter and all of it's characters, spells, words and rules belong to J.K. Rowling, not I. Though I do own the plot. Yes. I have a plot now. Just last night I was thinking of something I could do with this pathetic story, and I now have a wonderful idea. But don't expect to find out what it is until later chapters…
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A Flawless Love
Chapter 9
We meet again
"Quick, quick! Hurry along!" Hermione demanded in a muffled voice.
"Come on!" She whispered, pinching the redhead who involuntarily followed her around the corner.
"When are you going to tell me why exactly we're avoiding our best friend?" Ron inquired.
"Now is not the time, Ronald." Hermione snapped just above a whisper.
"If you're not going to tell me now, I will be forced to jump out and tell him that you're hiding behind a bloody bookshelf!" Ron said just a little too loudly, which she found out when Harry's ears poked up and he looked around curiously.
"Great, now you've done it." Hermione slowly crawled to the other end of the bookshelf, and ducked down. "Oh dear, Merlin." She whispered.
"Hermione? Ron? What in the world are you doing?" Harry asked under his breath.
"Oh, um, hello Harry. We were just looking for a potions book." Hermione spun around to face the bookshelf, the tip of her index finger gliding across the binds of the book, as if she was searching for a particular title.
"What book? I may be able to help." Harry suggested, now beginning to move in closely, his gaze resting on the spines of the leather books.
"Th—that's okay." Hermione uncomfortably stepped aside.
"What's wrong with you two!" Ron asked hoarsely, but it was more of a command.
"Nothing. I have to go." And with that, Hermione fled from the boys.
"What in the world is going on with her?" Ron questioned firmly.
"Ron, if I tell you what happened, you have to swear to me that you will not mention any of it to anyone else in the school. ESPECIALLY Hermione. Do you understand?"
Ron nodded.
"Good." Harry stated, while placing his hands on each of Ron's shoulders, and pulling him farther back into the library.
"Last night, I was in the halls with Hermione, and we made a sort of agreement. I would tell her about my dream; the reason I was up and in the corridors, and she would tell me her dream. So I told her about my dream…while we were in the hallway, and in order for her to tell me her dream, we had to go back to her room. While we were there…I made her a little uncomfortable. That's all."
"How'd you make her 'uncomfortable'?" Ron interrogated.
"I don't know…I gave her a little peck." Harry said the latter barely audible.
"On the cheek?" Ron grew uptight with this new information. Harry knew that he liked Hermione. How could he do this to him?
Harry's cheeks tinted crimson, his eyelids fluttering wide at the nosey question. "No." He said, shaking his head simply. "I'm sorry, Ron."
Ron nodded. His heart was tearing apart. What's happing to our friendship? Everyone's keeping secrets…telling lies. Hermione and Harry kissed! Oh Merlin, Harry, The Boy Who Lived, and Hermione, the Know-it-all…they…they kissed! His mind repeated.
"Look, I've got to get to class. I'll talk to you later, mate." Harry flew out of the Library, leaving a very confused Ron behind the book case.
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The feathery white woman picked Hermione up and off her feet with care. Her silky robes blended perfectly with her pale creamy skin. Hermione blinked once, and took another look around. The room was completely black, and she was sitting in the corner. As she stood up to walk towards the door, the knob spun around at least 8 times, before swinging open and hitting her against the wall behind it. Of course, she didn't feel a thing.
Her legs hastily picked her up and back to her feet, and looking around again, she noticed the people staring at her from across the room. "Harry?"
"He's not Harry, I'm Harry." An identical boy stepped in front of him.
"No, I am." Yet another Harry pushed the other two aside.
"I'm Harry Potter! You love me. You kissed me." A boy in the corner spoke quietly.
"No. No, no, no! I don't love you! I didn't kiss you! Leave me alone…please…" Hermione gasped, falling to the ground. She stared at the ceiling lovingly as the images on it came into view. "Harry?" She asked again.
"I love you Hermione, please wake up."
"What? Wake…wake up? But I don't understand, what are you talking about?"
Hermione's eyes flickered open. Sighing of relief, she sat up in her bed, just now realizing it was all a dream. All a stupid little dream. Or so she thought. "Harry?"
"Hermione! You're awake!" Harry sprinted from the side of the room, and wrapped her up in his embrace.
"Harry, what are you doing here?" Hermione asked, almost relieved.
"You mean you don't remember? You were out cold for almost 6 hours!"
"What! What time is it?" And without waiting for an answer, she grabbed her watch from her nightstand, staring at it while shock wiped over her face. "Oh my, it's nearly 8:00 at night!"
"It doesn't matter. You got out of all of your classes today." Harry explained. "What happened to you?"
"I honestly don't remember. I was walking down the hallway to Potions, and the last thing I remember is feeling dizzy in the pit of my stomach…if that's possible."
Harry frowned, snaking an arm around her waist, and resting his head on her collar-bone. "I'm so glad you're all right. Madam Pomfrey said you fainted."
Hermione gulped every bit of saliva that was left in her dried mouth. "H—Harry, we have to talk." She pulled back, and sat against her pillows.
"About what?" Harry also sat up, finally returning his arm to his side.
"You know very well what. You kissed me last night!" Hermione squeaked.
"I did? I thought that was a very physical game of cards." Harry joked.
"Very funny." Hermione rolled her eyes. "But we seriously need to discuss what's going to happen with us."
"Us?" Harry quirked an eyebrow, while a sly grin played across his already curved lips.
"No, no, not as in the boyfriend/girlfriend 'us'!" She hissed.
"Hermione?" Harry asked softly, suddenly becoming much focused and very serious.
"Yes?" Hermione took note of his sudden change of attitude.
"Did you like it?"
"What?"
"Did you like it?" He repeated.
"Like what?"
"The kiss."
"I, um, it was…okay."
"Just okay?"
"It would have been better if I didn't feel to secretive about it."
"Hermione?" He said her name again, making her fingertips tingle, and rush all the way through her body and stick to her toes.
"Y—yes, Harry?"
"I liked it."
Hermione gulped. She knew what she had to do. Or more, what she wanted to do. Which was to take him away and leave behind every single worry they may have, and kiss him into oblivion. But she knew she couldn't do that, so she settled with the kissing him part.
She slid her arm around his neck, closing her eyes just before meeting her lips with his. And she enjoyed it, not regretting it one bit. The little of her thoughts that she could actually understand were set on making the kiss better; deeper; more intimate. But those things were washed away at the very feather-like touch of Harry's hand on her hip.
Harry was in completely shock. He didn't know exactly what to do. What if she's planning a trap? And I'm walking right into it? What if Ron's hiding in the closet!
But slowly, he eased into it. He kissed her back. Which surprised Hermione a bit.
And before they knew it, the kiss was over, and they were staring into each other's eyes for some sort of answer. A reaction…a sign. Anything. But all they had were pools of lust.
So there they were, snuggling on Hermione's bed, in completely darkness, nuzzling one another, and once in a while planting little kisses.
It seemed almost perfect. Too good to be true. But maybe, just maybe…this wasn't so bad. Maybe they could learn to grow on each other. They could certainly get used to those mind-blowing kisses they had.
How wrong they were.
