It was exactly two months after the feast at which Dumbledore had given them the warning. Everyone was sure it was going to happen today. No one ate much at breakfast no one paid attention in class, not even Hermione. It had been a very long time since the last time Hermione hadn't paid attention in class.
Harry looked to his right there sat Hermione staring off into space. Realizing it could be her last day. Ron was as white as a ghost and he was looking determinely at the black board or maybe he wasn't there at all...Harry couldn't tell. He on the other hand sat with his mind blank the only thing in his mind was the on going thought...'Neville and I are gonna kill Bellatrix today' he had become obsessed with the murder of that foul evil thing!
The day wore on, by lunch everyone was at their breaking points. They knew they had a few precious moments to live. Next class everyone was jumpy, their gueard was on. Well no one could blame them after two months of "CONSTANT VIGILANCE!" being yelled at you out of nowhere you get to keep you guard on all the time.
It was diner and still no signs of the end of the world as they knew it. They were totally and utterly confused. Had Dumbledore been wrong? Had the whole wizarding world been wrong? Harry had his doubts, he believed that anything was possible and he didn't let his guard down.
Hours passed peacefully.
It was nearly midnight, in one minute the two month deadline would be met. Harry sat in the common room, fully dressed waiting for some hellish sign that Voldemort was there. He expected a big explosion or an unnatural earthquake but nothing happened. He was staring at his digital watch, counting down the seconds until what he knew was going to be the biggest war in history "45, 44,43,42,41,40,39,38.." he was muttering under his breath. He tried very hard to not let his hopes get up too high.
"Harry?" a female voice said from the general direction of the stairs. "Why are you up so late?"
"Hermione" he said turning away from his watch and meeting her eyes "come sit with me" She obeyed and went to sit right next to him on the couch.
"Harry tell me why you're up" she said in a low voice "please"
"OK" he said " I still think Voldemort is going to show up...I want to be ready if he does" he looked down slightly embarassed "You probably think I'm crazy"
"No, you're not crazy. I'm up for the same reason" she said with a shy smile. Harry slid closer to her and wrapped her up in his arms. She turned and hugged him back.' Should I tell him?' she thought
'Do I tell her now?' he thought to himself 'Do I take the chance or do I wait until after the war?'
She took his left hand and looked at his watch. "Harry!"she almost yelled "It's 12:07! It's over it's not happening tonight!" She hugged him tighter and pressed her lips to him cheek.
'Well I can't bare this secret keeping' Harry thought 'But I can't tell her when I could die tomorrow'
"We should go to bed Harry, it's late" she smiled to him but then let out a great, big yawn.
"Ok"he agreed and they parted with one last hug.
The night promissed a dream of the other for each.Harry had a wonderful dream about Hermione and himself, outside in the snow, they were kissing with passion. He was leaning her against a tree and her hands were in his hair. His hands were roaming her back up to her shoulders where one hand kept going up onto her neck and the other continued running over her back. He pulled her closer to himself if that was possible he couldn't tell what side the sky was on. He couldn't think about anything at all the only thing that mattered, the only thing that existed was her lips her cherry lips on his kissing needing loving...
Hermione dreamed a sweet dream as well. Hers consisted of Harry and herself playing outside in the snow, they were tackling each other and throwing snow. At some point she tackled Harry and he fell over, rolling down the hill behind him, bringing her with him. They finished rolling in an awkward possition, Hermione was on Harry, straddling his waist. They laughed for a few minutes until they realized how they were placed. Hermione lowered her lips to Harry's almost touching them, almost kissing them. His head suddlenly lauched foward finally closing the distance between their lips. The kiss was intoxicating, it was breathtaking...literally! As the kiss ended Hermione found herself out of breath.
At four o'clock in the morning of the first of april they both woke up expecting to see Fred and George to yell "April Fools and Happy Birthday to us!" and to ruin the pleasure they had experienced. They were pleased to see that neither twin was there.
The next few days were bright and sunny, classes went on as usual and everything was back to normal. Except for a few select students, the D.A members. You could find these students walking the halls distractedly, as if they didn't know you were there, muttering spells and revenge promises under their breaths. After two weeks of constant vigilance and nerve wrecking waiting Dumbledore made an announcement at dinner.
"Students I wish to excuse myself for the former annoucment of war, it was fortunately wrong and this will allow us to continue with our training. I am not sorry though for this wonderful meal" he clapped his hands and the food appeared on the plates infront of them.
The students ate, making idle conversation as they ate like they had before Voldemort had returned to full power. The three friends were a little more light hearted then they had been for the passed few days and enjoyed themselves with their housemates.
"So if it isn't now then when will the war happen?" Ron asked with potatoes in his mouth.
"How should we know Ron? We don't know more than you do on this matter. We do on the other hand know to swallow before we speak" Hermione answered, disgusted. Harry simply laughed.
"Well what do you reckon then?" Ron asked after having swallowed his mouthful of pumkin juice.
"I don't know" Hary answered "It could be any day"
"Too true" Seamus said from next to him and then turned back to his conversation with Dean.
The evening was short becaus ethey had classes the next day but it was still very amusing for most people to watch Harry being beaten yet again by Ron. Not just beaten but brutally murdered.
Harry had many things on his mind but the one thing that stuck out in his head was the beautiful young woman who was presently sitting on his left with her nose in a book. He smiled remembering the dream he had about her the other night and most nights that week. He definately needed to tell her. 'What if the war started and something happened to her or me..would we die without Hermione knowing that I love her?' he thought to himself. 'No' he decided 'she will know in a week or so, that way i'll have it all planned out, i can even get her a gift'. He set to his plan what he would look to get her, what he would say, he wanted everything to be perfect! He didn't even notice Ron set up the chess board and beat him again.
Classes had been boring lately, training was becoming more relaxed but even if it wasn't, their bodies had grown so strong that they didn't feel it anymore. Harry was sitting and dozing off in his duelling defense training class when Professor Moody yelled "The War is starting! Everyone get ready!" he heard this and jumped up in his seat, took hold of his wand and held it up poised to strike. The students around him started laughing "Next time Mr. Potter, I want to you to pay attention in my practical lessons." Moody said with a weak smile "Next time might not be a joke". Harry tried from that point on to pay attention in all his classes even if he was sitting next to Hermione who was casually flipping her hair and brushing her hand against his occasionnaly. It made him want to grad hold of her, pull her into a broom closet and snog her sensless. But he didn't he couldn't he had most of his plan worked out he couldn't ruin it because of his stupid hormones...no no no.
He would go to hogsmeade this weekend and casually slip into the jewlery shop to get Hermione a beautiful bracelet enscripted with a heart and in it he would get the inscription of their names and their love in that heart if Hemione felt the same, if not she could wear it like that...without the marking of the love he felt for her. He would invite her to walk along the lake at sunset and as it was a beautiful orange color he would slip the box out of his pocket, confess his love and if she didn't run away he'd ask her out. He really hoped it would work out and that they would both live out the war and wake up in the near futur as a happy couple in the normal world. Well as normal as a wizards life could be.
(A/N) Ok just to let you, my wonderful audience know that this is a bit more than half-way through the story. There are maybe ten chapters left but i'm not so sure.
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