DISCLAIMER: I think you already know that I, just another Harry and
Hermione shipper, can't possible own anything of this wonderful world.
Otherwise I would be enjoying the premieres of the movies with the stars.
Everything in the magical universe of Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling.
A/N 1. - This is my second fic of H/Hr, so please be merciful; I am still learning the trade. I hope you enjoy it, and that you will give me feedback in order to improve the work. Well on with the show.
A/N 2. - Thank you so much for all of the wonderful people who were so nice to help my out at my little dilemma.
Poetry-freak. - This story is lightly based on the story plot of the movie "While you were sleeping" with Sandra Bullock. I think you can see the differences just with the first chapters. And it will become even clearer in latter chapters. I also wanted you to know that I did answer your question earlier (read the a/n for chapter three) I put a great deal of attention to all of my reviews, just check the author's notes from know on.
VipyGirl831. - Thanks for your suggestion about the Harry Potter Lexicon
Danialla Rahl. - And thank you for giving me the exact address.
Hope to keep reading all of your reviews. And now on with the story.
While you were in a coma
Chapter Five
"Oh Hermione are you still on that?" asked Ron for the fifth time that day, while munching on his piece of pie. It was two days after professor Trelawney had spoken her prediction; after careful thinking Ron and Harry decided to tell Hermione what she had said to them. Ron was sure Hermione would just dismiss it like she always did, with all things related to their Divination teacher. But his assumption was wrong, she had taken it seriously and started worrying about what it all meant.
"Of course I am still thinking about it!" Hermione said indignantly, glaring at him. "And frankly I don't understand why you don't," she put in.
"Because I don't tend to listen to crack-pot theories." Ron said grabbing another piece. "You never believed her before, why should you start now?"
"This could be important. What if something happens to H...us" Hermione defended.
Ron looked up, eyeing her for a second. "Nothing will happen; you don't have to worry about US." Ron answered in a strange, almost angry tone.
Harry was only half-listening to their conversation. His gaze, which appeared to be stuck on his plate, was lost as his mind was somewhere else. "Where three were standing, only two will remain." The ghost of professor Trelawney's cold voice still echoed through his mind almost every second, since the moment she had spoken. What did it all mean? Was Voldemort going to attack already? "Where three were standing." did this involve Ron, Hermione and him? Since first year, at the beginning of their adventures the three of them were always together in the battles. "...two will..." It couldn't be. It just couldn't. Will something happen to Ron? Or Herm. Harry stabbed his fork into the middle of his uneaten pie with great force.
Hermione and Ron ended their glaring competition at this sudden movement from Harry and turned to face him. Hermione was heart-broken; since third year when professor Trelawney had correctly predicted the return of You- Know-Who, she believed that the old bat indeed had some amount of power to see into the future. That is the reason why since Harry and Ron shared the piece of disturbing information with her, she hasn't been able to think of anything else. As she was carefully observing Harry's tense profile, her anxiety began to grow within her. What professor Trelawney had said...it couldn't be. It just couldn't be true. What if something happen to Ron? Or Harry? What would the world possibly do without Harry Potter...what would she...?
Hermione's gaze dropped to Harry's hand. He was still holding the fork with such strength that his knuckles were getting white. Hermione felt frustrated of not being able to do something to at least alleviate some of his tension. With her gaze still fixed upon his hand, she slowly began to move her hand towards Harry's. Maybe if he knew that she would be there with him, if he felt her support.
"SO!" Ron spoke loudly and suddenly, breaking Hermione's concentration and her resolve. Harry also was brought back from his reverie at Ron's voice. He turned to him, but saw Hermione's outstretched hand near him. He turned to her silently wondering what was she going to do with it and was about to ask her, when she pulled her hand back rapidly knocking over her goblet filled with pumpkin juice. "Does anyone know why we haven't had Defense Against the Dark Arts yet?" asked Ron speaking loudly and forcefully.
"They say that the new teacher hasn't arrived yet." Harry answered Ron, but his eyes were still fixed at Hermione who was keeping herself busy cleaning the spilled juice with some napkins.
"Harry!" Ron almost screamed trying to grab his friend's attention. When Harry finally turned to him, he looked so tired and worried that Ron swallowed what he originally was going to say. "Are you ok?" he asked.
"It's just that I hate having this feeling of complete impotence." Harry confessed while slamming his hands on the table. "I want to do something...to fight back...to not give in..." Harry continued, trying to express what he was feeling.
Hermione stopped cleaning her mess, and for the first time since she had known the news she felt like she could help. "There are many things we can do!" she spoke with energy in her voice. "You know that the best way to be prepared is to get informed. The best thing we could do now is head to the library and start investigating on anything and everything. A spell, a charm or maybe a potion we can use to protect ourselves." Hermione spoke, getting strength with each word, enough to take Harry's wrist and pull him to stand up.
Harry laughed shortly at Hermione's attitude. Of course her answer to a problem would be the library. But nevertheless he let himself be pulled by her. "But...but Hermione!" Ron interrupted again, as he watched Hermione tugging at Harry by his wrists.
"What?" she asked innocently as she grabbed her bag with one arm, the other one still not letting Harry go.
"We have the free period of Defense Against the Dark Arts right now." Ron commenced.
"Yes I know, that's why we have enough time to go to the library." Hermione stated matter-o-factly.
"But you promised we could go for a walk around the lake during this free time." Ron said with more strength, finally standing up and walking up in front of Hermione.
Hermione flushed for two seconds before she could answer. "Oh honestly, Ron Weasley we have enough time for...for such activities. But clearly you can see that this is far more important." Hermione stated recuperating her normal color. "Now are you coming or not?"
The only response that came from Ron's part was incoherent mumbling as he started walking ahead of them with his head down and arms crossed. Harry didn't hear anything of this conversation. But this time it wasn't because of his preoccupation with Trelawney's prediction, it was rather because of how it felt to have Hermione's soft hand around his wrist. Harry's cheeks began to flame again, this was getting rather suspicious, why was it that the only time this occurred seemed to be when.
Harry couldn't finish his train of thought, for at that moment he felt a great tug from Hermione's part, signaling him to move on. Right...he had d forgotten...the library.
***
A month has passed rather rapidly, considering the time Harry, Hermione and Ron had been spending in the library, and with homework and studying, his schedule was quite full.
Harry was incredibly grateful for the fact that nothing had happened during that period of time. Maybe nothing WAS going to happen, maybe professor Trelawney is the fraud he knows her to be, maybe everything would be as normal as it ever was at Hogwarts, maybe this was just pure wishful thinking and Voldemort will attack any second now. Evidently Harry wasn't over this idea, and truth be told he was always keeping a watchful eye wherever they go, just to be sure.
The fact that everything was returning to the "normal" Harry knew was helping him from turning completely paranoid. The Weasley twins had begun with their pranks and so far had changed half the Gryffindor population into mice, Neville Longbottom like always was getting in trouble with professor Snape and was responsible for thirty points off Gryffindor because of a small accident at Potions, which students liked to call the opera-singer effect. Ginny had returned to her state of admiration, when she would grab a seat at one end of the common room and just stare at Harry for an hour. And the most normal situation to return was the constant fights between Ron and Hermione. They had returned to their old habit of bickering for every single detail. Harry felt guilty for feeling relieved that they were back to their old ways full with sarcastic blows and good- timing puns. Of course he also realized that their fights were always about the same thing; Hermione's lack of time.
"Oh come on 'Mione!" Ron begged. The three of them had occupied a table were they were currently doing their homework. Better said, Hermione was doing her homework and Harry's was keeping up on his library research, while Ron was just arguing with Hermione, his Divination parchment forgotten.
"I already told you, that not tonight. I still have two essays to complete and a special project for Arithmancy." Hermione explained, her sight never leaving the parchment where she was currently writing.
"But what is the point? You have lots of time to do them. There aren't due for another month!" Ron exclaimed, while standing up and hovering over Hermione's back.
"I have to start doing them right now, you know I don't like to leave my homework to the end," said Hermione, dipping her quill in ink and proceeding on her writing.
"But we haven't been on a decent date for days!" exclaimed Ron, with a stronger voice that he had intended to.
Harry looked at Hermione from the top of his book and saw her get a little flustered. "What are you talking about? We had one...date two days ago." Hermione answered speaking quietly and boring into Ron with an intense gaze.
"Hermione." Ron spoke slowly, trying to call down before he continued. "Having me recite the hundred uses for bouncing bulbs at the lakeside isn't what normal people could call a date," Ron was explaining his voice strained.
"And why not? Is highly productive, that way we can study for the O.W.L's at the same time." Hermione clarified.
"For heaven's sake Hermione, is supposed to be a date, not a bloody study session!" Ron blurted out, his exasperation finally coming out.
At this statement, the entire common room fell silent. Every pair of eyes was looking at them, even Harry was not feigning to read anymore. Hermione dropped her quill and slammed her hand on the parchment she had been working on, spreading the still fresh ink on her hands. She stood up to face Ron, a storm in her eyes. "Ron...for the last time. I don't have time right now. My schoolwork comes first and you know that. I am not telling you again." Hermione talked, in her voice you could hear the strain of her trying to control her temper. "So call down, sit down and finish your homework." Hermione ended, sitting back down and breathing deeply.
All of the other students seeing how the fight had ended returned to what they had been doing and Ron and Hermione were forgotten. Except by Harry, who was still watching the interactions between his friends. Ron had finally relented and sat next to Hermione rummaging through his scattered papers trying to set some order. While Hermione was calming down, grabbing her face with both her hands, she kept her face covered for a minute or so. Harry was watching Hermione intently, waiting patiently to look into her eyes, and let them tell him the truth about how she was feeling. At last her hands fell from her face and Harry led out a laugh.
Hermione's head was about to explode; this month had been extremely stressful. Her attention was not entirely in her homework, she had to guiltily admit, she had been doing extra research by herself. She was behind on her assignments and that is why her attention was entirely on them right now.
Hermione was very embarrassed for having a 'conversation' of that type with Ron and for Harry to be watching. She could feel his gaze upon her, that is the reason of why she had kept her face covered for more minutes than necessary. She just wished that Harry wouldn't ask any type of question, she didn't think was ready to give any reasoning to her behavior. When she left her hands fall from her face, she was expecting to be attacked by Harry's intense eyes, that's why she felt incredibly relieved when she heard his sweet laugh instead.
"And what are you laughing at Harry Potter?" Hermione said pretending to be angry but thankful at Harry's reaction.
Harry laughed some more and leaned on the table. "You have some...some ink on your face."
Hermione's right hand immediately went to her cheek, feeling completely self-conscious. "Where?" she asked rubbing her face at every spot.
Harry was having a hard time trying to answer. The ink was smeared on her cheekbone, and Hermione looked kind off...kind off...cute? No not cute. Hermione couldn't look cute to Harry. "It's by your." started Harry signaling in his own face where the smudge was located on Hermione's.
But Hermione was getting desperate and was nowhere near cleaning up the smear of ink. Where was that damn spot? "Here...let me." She heard Harry say and a second latter she felt his touch.
Harry had spoken and before he knew or thought about was he was doing, he had extended his arm and crossed the length of the table until he came in contact with her cheek. He was surprised immediately by the softness of her skin as he began to slowly move his thumb in a constant pattern trying to wipe the ink.
When she felt his strong thumb moving about her face, a strange sensation moved all through her body, she lifted her head slightly to make direct eye contact with Harry. Their eyes locked in an intense moment where deep cinnamon brown meet fiery emerald green.
Just meeting Hermione's eyes increased the strange but strong sensation he was feeling by running his thumb gently on her velvety skin. He had looked at her eyes millions at times before, but never did they hold this new light to them. He watched the feminine features of her face enhanced as the light of the fireplace danced all around it. Involuntarily he extended the rest of his fingers so as to cup her entire cheek with his hand.
Hermione thanked the gods that she was sitting; otherwise she would have already collapsed. She couldn't feel her legs anymore. Her heart was beating so wildly she thought that any moment now it would burst out of her chest. The moment Harry's cupped her cheek she felt tiny volt-like reactions run all through her spine. She was positive that Harry could feel just how hot her cheeks felt.
"I think you got the spot Harry." Ron put in dryly.
Both Harry and Hermione snapped their heads towards Ron. Harry rapidly retrieved his arm, hitting himself on the elbow in the process. "Right." answered Harry totally confused.
"Yes...well...thank you...Harry." Hermione said, silently wondering how long had they actually been in that position. "Well...its late." she quickly gathered all of her stuff and crammed it on her bag, she was about to leave when she turned to Ron and gave him a quick peek on the cheek. "I'll see you tomorrow." she spoke just before running up the stairs to the bedrooms.
Harry saw her fleeting figure, he couldn't believe the rush it gave him just to touch Hermione like that. And the way she had looked...how her soft hair fell all around her shoulders, her lips with naturally pink colored, the deepest brown eyes he had ever laid eyes on, how they twinkled. Harry felt Ron's piercing gaze and decided not to turn towards him. What if he asked him a question he couldn't answer? If he wasn't capable of answering his own doubts. He stood up and picked up the book he had been reading. "I'll go too. See you," he said shortly and walked away. He couldn't believe what had just happened. Was he just thinking how...how Hermione looked? He shouldn't be doing such a thing...After all Hermione was his best friend and not only that but she was his best friend whom was currently dating his other best friend. The idea of how Hermione did look simply didn't belong in his mind.
End of part 1
To be continued.
Ok. This may be a little confusing. This is going to be a two-part chapter. It wasn't originally planned like this, but because of lack of time I couldn't finish the entire chapter, and since I am entering some exams I decided I wanted to post at least this, because I don't know how much time will pass until I have time to write more. The idea is planned and the next part of the chapter will have a little action and a little more romance. But for this part what did you think? Am I doing ok? Did you like the Harry and Hermione moment? Please REVIEW!!! I need to know what you are thinking about the story so far. So please, please, please, REVIEW!!! Until next part. Sayonara.
A/N 1. - This is my second fic of H/Hr, so please be merciful; I am still learning the trade. I hope you enjoy it, and that you will give me feedback in order to improve the work. Well on with the show.
A/N 2. - Thank you so much for all of the wonderful people who were so nice to help my out at my little dilemma.
Poetry-freak. - This story is lightly based on the story plot of the movie "While you were sleeping" with Sandra Bullock. I think you can see the differences just with the first chapters. And it will become even clearer in latter chapters. I also wanted you to know that I did answer your question earlier (read the a/n for chapter three) I put a great deal of attention to all of my reviews, just check the author's notes from know on.
VipyGirl831. - Thanks for your suggestion about the Harry Potter Lexicon
Danialla Rahl. - And thank you for giving me the exact address.
Hope to keep reading all of your reviews. And now on with the story.
While you were in a coma
Chapter Five
"Oh Hermione are you still on that?" asked Ron for the fifth time that day, while munching on his piece of pie. It was two days after professor Trelawney had spoken her prediction; after careful thinking Ron and Harry decided to tell Hermione what she had said to them. Ron was sure Hermione would just dismiss it like she always did, with all things related to their Divination teacher. But his assumption was wrong, she had taken it seriously and started worrying about what it all meant.
"Of course I am still thinking about it!" Hermione said indignantly, glaring at him. "And frankly I don't understand why you don't," she put in.
"Because I don't tend to listen to crack-pot theories." Ron said grabbing another piece. "You never believed her before, why should you start now?"
"This could be important. What if something happens to H...us" Hermione defended.
Ron looked up, eyeing her for a second. "Nothing will happen; you don't have to worry about US." Ron answered in a strange, almost angry tone.
Harry was only half-listening to their conversation. His gaze, which appeared to be stuck on his plate, was lost as his mind was somewhere else. "Where three were standing, only two will remain." The ghost of professor Trelawney's cold voice still echoed through his mind almost every second, since the moment she had spoken. What did it all mean? Was Voldemort going to attack already? "Where three were standing." did this involve Ron, Hermione and him? Since first year, at the beginning of their adventures the three of them were always together in the battles. "...two will..." It couldn't be. It just couldn't. Will something happen to Ron? Or Herm. Harry stabbed his fork into the middle of his uneaten pie with great force.
Hermione and Ron ended their glaring competition at this sudden movement from Harry and turned to face him. Hermione was heart-broken; since third year when professor Trelawney had correctly predicted the return of You- Know-Who, she believed that the old bat indeed had some amount of power to see into the future. That is the reason why since Harry and Ron shared the piece of disturbing information with her, she hasn't been able to think of anything else. As she was carefully observing Harry's tense profile, her anxiety began to grow within her. What professor Trelawney had said...it couldn't be. It just couldn't be true. What if something happen to Ron? Or Harry? What would the world possibly do without Harry Potter...what would she...?
Hermione's gaze dropped to Harry's hand. He was still holding the fork with such strength that his knuckles were getting white. Hermione felt frustrated of not being able to do something to at least alleviate some of his tension. With her gaze still fixed upon his hand, she slowly began to move her hand towards Harry's. Maybe if he knew that she would be there with him, if he felt her support.
"SO!" Ron spoke loudly and suddenly, breaking Hermione's concentration and her resolve. Harry also was brought back from his reverie at Ron's voice. He turned to him, but saw Hermione's outstretched hand near him. He turned to her silently wondering what was she going to do with it and was about to ask her, when she pulled her hand back rapidly knocking over her goblet filled with pumpkin juice. "Does anyone know why we haven't had Defense Against the Dark Arts yet?" asked Ron speaking loudly and forcefully.
"They say that the new teacher hasn't arrived yet." Harry answered Ron, but his eyes were still fixed at Hermione who was keeping herself busy cleaning the spilled juice with some napkins.
"Harry!" Ron almost screamed trying to grab his friend's attention. When Harry finally turned to him, he looked so tired and worried that Ron swallowed what he originally was going to say. "Are you ok?" he asked.
"It's just that I hate having this feeling of complete impotence." Harry confessed while slamming his hands on the table. "I want to do something...to fight back...to not give in..." Harry continued, trying to express what he was feeling.
Hermione stopped cleaning her mess, and for the first time since she had known the news she felt like she could help. "There are many things we can do!" she spoke with energy in her voice. "You know that the best way to be prepared is to get informed. The best thing we could do now is head to the library and start investigating on anything and everything. A spell, a charm or maybe a potion we can use to protect ourselves." Hermione spoke, getting strength with each word, enough to take Harry's wrist and pull him to stand up.
Harry laughed shortly at Hermione's attitude. Of course her answer to a problem would be the library. But nevertheless he let himself be pulled by her. "But...but Hermione!" Ron interrupted again, as he watched Hermione tugging at Harry by his wrists.
"What?" she asked innocently as she grabbed her bag with one arm, the other one still not letting Harry go.
"We have the free period of Defense Against the Dark Arts right now." Ron commenced.
"Yes I know, that's why we have enough time to go to the library." Hermione stated matter-o-factly.
"But you promised we could go for a walk around the lake during this free time." Ron said with more strength, finally standing up and walking up in front of Hermione.
Hermione flushed for two seconds before she could answer. "Oh honestly, Ron Weasley we have enough time for...for such activities. But clearly you can see that this is far more important." Hermione stated recuperating her normal color. "Now are you coming or not?"
The only response that came from Ron's part was incoherent mumbling as he started walking ahead of them with his head down and arms crossed. Harry didn't hear anything of this conversation. But this time it wasn't because of his preoccupation with Trelawney's prediction, it was rather because of how it felt to have Hermione's soft hand around his wrist. Harry's cheeks began to flame again, this was getting rather suspicious, why was it that the only time this occurred seemed to be when.
Harry couldn't finish his train of thought, for at that moment he felt a great tug from Hermione's part, signaling him to move on. Right...he had d forgotten...the library.
***
A month has passed rather rapidly, considering the time Harry, Hermione and Ron had been spending in the library, and with homework and studying, his schedule was quite full.
Harry was incredibly grateful for the fact that nothing had happened during that period of time. Maybe nothing WAS going to happen, maybe professor Trelawney is the fraud he knows her to be, maybe everything would be as normal as it ever was at Hogwarts, maybe this was just pure wishful thinking and Voldemort will attack any second now. Evidently Harry wasn't over this idea, and truth be told he was always keeping a watchful eye wherever they go, just to be sure.
The fact that everything was returning to the "normal" Harry knew was helping him from turning completely paranoid. The Weasley twins had begun with their pranks and so far had changed half the Gryffindor population into mice, Neville Longbottom like always was getting in trouble with professor Snape and was responsible for thirty points off Gryffindor because of a small accident at Potions, which students liked to call the opera-singer effect. Ginny had returned to her state of admiration, when she would grab a seat at one end of the common room and just stare at Harry for an hour. And the most normal situation to return was the constant fights between Ron and Hermione. They had returned to their old habit of bickering for every single detail. Harry felt guilty for feeling relieved that they were back to their old ways full with sarcastic blows and good- timing puns. Of course he also realized that their fights were always about the same thing; Hermione's lack of time.
"Oh come on 'Mione!" Ron begged. The three of them had occupied a table were they were currently doing their homework. Better said, Hermione was doing her homework and Harry's was keeping up on his library research, while Ron was just arguing with Hermione, his Divination parchment forgotten.
"I already told you, that not tonight. I still have two essays to complete and a special project for Arithmancy." Hermione explained, her sight never leaving the parchment where she was currently writing.
"But what is the point? You have lots of time to do them. There aren't due for another month!" Ron exclaimed, while standing up and hovering over Hermione's back.
"I have to start doing them right now, you know I don't like to leave my homework to the end," said Hermione, dipping her quill in ink and proceeding on her writing.
"But we haven't been on a decent date for days!" exclaimed Ron, with a stronger voice that he had intended to.
Harry looked at Hermione from the top of his book and saw her get a little flustered. "What are you talking about? We had one...date two days ago." Hermione answered speaking quietly and boring into Ron with an intense gaze.
"Hermione." Ron spoke slowly, trying to call down before he continued. "Having me recite the hundred uses for bouncing bulbs at the lakeside isn't what normal people could call a date," Ron was explaining his voice strained.
"And why not? Is highly productive, that way we can study for the O.W.L's at the same time." Hermione clarified.
"For heaven's sake Hermione, is supposed to be a date, not a bloody study session!" Ron blurted out, his exasperation finally coming out.
At this statement, the entire common room fell silent. Every pair of eyes was looking at them, even Harry was not feigning to read anymore. Hermione dropped her quill and slammed her hand on the parchment she had been working on, spreading the still fresh ink on her hands. She stood up to face Ron, a storm in her eyes. "Ron...for the last time. I don't have time right now. My schoolwork comes first and you know that. I am not telling you again." Hermione talked, in her voice you could hear the strain of her trying to control her temper. "So call down, sit down and finish your homework." Hermione ended, sitting back down and breathing deeply.
All of the other students seeing how the fight had ended returned to what they had been doing and Ron and Hermione were forgotten. Except by Harry, who was still watching the interactions between his friends. Ron had finally relented and sat next to Hermione rummaging through his scattered papers trying to set some order. While Hermione was calming down, grabbing her face with both her hands, she kept her face covered for a minute or so. Harry was watching Hermione intently, waiting patiently to look into her eyes, and let them tell him the truth about how she was feeling. At last her hands fell from her face and Harry led out a laugh.
Hermione's head was about to explode; this month had been extremely stressful. Her attention was not entirely in her homework, she had to guiltily admit, she had been doing extra research by herself. She was behind on her assignments and that is why her attention was entirely on them right now.
Hermione was very embarrassed for having a 'conversation' of that type with Ron and for Harry to be watching. She could feel his gaze upon her, that is the reason of why she had kept her face covered for more minutes than necessary. She just wished that Harry wouldn't ask any type of question, she didn't think was ready to give any reasoning to her behavior. When she left her hands fall from her face, she was expecting to be attacked by Harry's intense eyes, that's why she felt incredibly relieved when she heard his sweet laugh instead.
"And what are you laughing at Harry Potter?" Hermione said pretending to be angry but thankful at Harry's reaction.
Harry laughed some more and leaned on the table. "You have some...some ink on your face."
Hermione's right hand immediately went to her cheek, feeling completely self-conscious. "Where?" she asked rubbing her face at every spot.
Harry was having a hard time trying to answer. The ink was smeared on her cheekbone, and Hermione looked kind off...kind off...cute? No not cute. Hermione couldn't look cute to Harry. "It's by your." started Harry signaling in his own face where the smudge was located on Hermione's.
But Hermione was getting desperate and was nowhere near cleaning up the smear of ink. Where was that damn spot? "Here...let me." She heard Harry say and a second latter she felt his touch.
Harry had spoken and before he knew or thought about was he was doing, he had extended his arm and crossed the length of the table until he came in contact with her cheek. He was surprised immediately by the softness of her skin as he began to slowly move his thumb in a constant pattern trying to wipe the ink.
When she felt his strong thumb moving about her face, a strange sensation moved all through her body, she lifted her head slightly to make direct eye contact with Harry. Their eyes locked in an intense moment where deep cinnamon brown meet fiery emerald green.
Just meeting Hermione's eyes increased the strange but strong sensation he was feeling by running his thumb gently on her velvety skin. He had looked at her eyes millions at times before, but never did they hold this new light to them. He watched the feminine features of her face enhanced as the light of the fireplace danced all around it. Involuntarily he extended the rest of his fingers so as to cup her entire cheek with his hand.
Hermione thanked the gods that she was sitting; otherwise she would have already collapsed. She couldn't feel her legs anymore. Her heart was beating so wildly she thought that any moment now it would burst out of her chest. The moment Harry's cupped her cheek she felt tiny volt-like reactions run all through her spine. She was positive that Harry could feel just how hot her cheeks felt.
"I think you got the spot Harry." Ron put in dryly.
Both Harry and Hermione snapped their heads towards Ron. Harry rapidly retrieved his arm, hitting himself on the elbow in the process. "Right." answered Harry totally confused.
"Yes...well...thank you...Harry." Hermione said, silently wondering how long had they actually been in that position. "Well...its late." she quickly gathered all of her stuff and crammed it on her bag, she was about to leave when she turned to Ron and gave him a quick peek on the cheek. "I'll see you tomorrow." she spoke just before running up the stairs to the bedrooms.
Harry saw her fleeting figure, he couldn't believe the rush it gave him just to touch Hermione like that. And the way she had looked...how her soft hair fell all around her shoulders, her lips with naturally pink colored, the deepest brown eyes he had ever laid eyes on, how they twinkled. Harry felt Ron's piercing gaze and decided not to turn towards him. What if he asked him a question he couldn't answer? If he wasn't capable of answering his own doubts. He stood up and picked up the book he had been reading. "I'll go too. See you," he said shortly and walked away. He couldn't believe what had just happened. Was he just thinking how...how Hermione looked? He shouldn't be doing such a thing...After all Hermione was his best friend and not only that but she was his best friend whom was currently dating his other best friend. The idea of how Hermione did look simply didn't belong in his mind.
End of part 1
To be continued.
Ok. This may be a little confusing. This is going to be a two-part chapter. It wasn't originally planned like this, but because of lack of time I couldn't finish the entire chapter, and since I am entering some exams I decided I wanted to post at least this, because I don't know how much time will pass until I have time to write more. The idea is planned and the next part of the chapter will have a little action and a little more romance. But for this part what did you think? Am I doing ok? Did you like the Harry and Hermione moment? Please REVIEW!!! I need to know what you are thinking about the story so far. So please, please, please, REVIEW!!! Until next part. Sayonara.