AN: I want to thank everyone that reviewed! Especially myusedromance (it's really hard to fit the situations to a song title from3 cheers, but i'm trying, i swear!) good use of your francais! (jadore francais!) I can appreciate that line you sent me (from three years of french back in high school, eeek!), it was fabulous!Also danslover, you are really awesome to say all those upbeat things about me! I'm glad you've enjoyed my meanderings so far. Everyone else,I read yours too, and i'll be posting your name in the next chapter or two. thanks for reviewing! It makes the world a better place.
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Well..the muggle movie was not really interesting, it was something about a guy who lived in a computer generated world, called the matrix. Harry didn't even pay attention to the movie. He was too busy chewing on his snowcaps and popcorn, shuffling his feet, sighing, and thinking about Hermione.
Hermione. She really had grown up. Harry figured he had about a snowball's chance in hell of actually dating her. He saw what happened with Ron, when Ron had plucked up the courage to ask her out in thier sixth year at school. Ron was always hanging over any relationship with a girl he'd ever had, really.
Cho. Ginny. Parvati. (Ron figured that since Lavendar was such a twit, her best friend must be as well. Unfortunately he was right.) He had also already dated Hermione and if any bloke on the planet could help him snare Hermione, it was Ron. Harry sighed and rubbed his face.
Suddenly, a soft warm hand was alround the back of his neck. Hermione was looking into his face worredly. He could feel the heat in his cheeks rise to the surface of his face as the bloodflow to his brain decreased dramatically.
"Are you alright, Harry? You seem a bit out of it. I know we can never have a normal day when we're together, but this must have been trying for you. Let's get out of here." She stood up, and grabbed his hand to pull him to his feet. Harry slung an arm around Hermione's shoulders as they exited the theatre.
"You know what Mione? I can't picture a day being better than today. You were in it, and that's something I haven't seen in a while." Hermione beamed as they neared the apparition point.
"Harry? You can let go now." Hermione said as she tried to disentangle their arms, but Harry only held her tighter, and before Hermione knew it, they were a block away from Harry's flat.
"Oh Merlin! How did you do that? It didn't feel like side along apparition at all!" Harry grinned bemusedly at her. Hermione was chewing on her nails, and Harry could see the wheels turning in her head.
"I knew you were powerful-really powerful, to have defeated v-Voldemort." She stuttered only slightly over the evil wizard's name and then she continued "But how in the world can you do some of those things?"
Harry leaned down closer to her and said "You don't know the half of it, Mione. Do you remember what I told you seventh year? The most important part of that bloody prophacy?"
"Of course! You have a power he knows not. But didn't Dumbledore say that power was"
Harry cut her off, nodding his head. Hermione's eyes grew wide, then narrowed into tiny slits as she sized up the situation. She knew perfectly well the word was love...but what in the world could it mean to her?
Harry knew she was mulling that very point over in her mind. She's smart. Harry thought as he watched his breath plume in tiny mists in front of him, since the late hour had made the park near the theatre become quite chilly. She'll come round, i expect, after a day or two, if i don't push.
"I'm glad that Dumbledore taught you so much before he passed away." She said, choosing to ignore the implications of what Harry had just told her. Harry noded again, curtly, and opend the door to the house, feeling a little disapointed that she hadn't said anything that he was half hoping she would, altough he knew she really wouldn't ask him outright.
Maybe Hermione didn't get it. She was the smartest witch he'd ever met, but if she didn't want to see something, then it simply wasn't there to her. He trudged toward the bathroom to change into night clothes and brush his teeth. He called goodnight to Hermione and waved his hand. All the lights in the house except hermione's room and the bathroom he was currently occupying went dark.
As he brushed his teeth, he came to a conclusion he had been fighting since Draco had shown up on his doorstep earlier that evening.
He needed reenforcements, and that meant Ron. He'd floo in the morning, and give away the last of his shaky pride.