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& his name is Tom Felton! That's all I have to say. If you guys have seen it already you know what I'm about to bring up. The first task. Hermione's behavior there…a little fishy. I know JK has made up her mind (if you are still hopeful about cannon, I suggest you go to mugglenet and read her interview on HBP. She gives definitive answers, and it's not for our best hopes, people. That's okay. There's loads of good fan fic around, and I have to say the canon is growing on me…just a little. I like most ships, actually. ) but she also gets the final say in the film and all I can conclude is that Herms at least has a slight crush on Harry in the fourth, judging from the movie. If you haven't seen it…are you crazy? My friends stood in line at noon this weekend to get tickets to the 10:30 show (the last one that weekend, it sold out for the next two weeks!) Go see it! They left loads out, but it's still a fun film, and great things are happening with the actors (they are growing into their roles nicely) I've babbled for way to long. Onward we roam!
"So, basically, you're telling me that Weasley's- I mean Ron's" He said hastily "Girlfriend is completely bonkers?" Draco spluttered over his sixth fire whisky at the leaky cauldron. Ginny took a sip of her gilly water (she'd given up on fire whisky after she and Draco had a fourth round) and nodded, with a bit of a giggle.
"Don't tell, alright? She only spouts those nonsense theories because her dad believes them, and well, she's very protective of her dad"
"That's enough to cheer a bloke up a bit, then." Draco said, then fell silent, contemplating something as he looked into the depths of his tankard. Ginny took this time to study his handsome features without hearing a pompous remark from him. He really was handsome. She thought as she finished her drink and fished the cherry out of the bottom of her glass.
"Draco." Ginny hesitated. She knew Draco wouldn't want to hear this.
"I know. I expect the bloody wanker has swept her off her feet already, eh? Well, it's a damn good thing I'm her friend as well as her boss. I can get her transferred back here can't I? Do you want to help me pack her things? Sort of a surprise…maybe Potter will let me take her out as friends again if I play my cards right. She's a right excellent bird, that Hermione." Draco downed his drink, and slammed it on the table. Ginny stood up and watched Draco pay their tab and leave a very generous tip for tom the barkeep, then he opened the door for her and they made their exit.
"You know, I do believe that's the nicest thing I've ever heard you say." Ginny admitted to him as they appeared in Hermione's apartment with a loud pop. Draco leaned down close to her, she could smell his very clean, very male scent as he grinned devilishly.
"Gorgeous, I could say any number of sweet things to you, just hang round long enough, and you'll get to see my other side." Ginny laughed and smacked his arm playfully as she and Draco started to move Hermione's things into boxes.
"So, did you like the musical?" Harry murmured into Hermione's ear as they walked down the street, arm in arm. Hermione tittered as she thought about what she just saw.
"Well, a goblin version of Raul was quite dashing. I enjoyed it very much"
They came to the wall that would lead them back to the muggle world. Harry turned to Hermione "Do you want to do anything else, or do you want to head home?" he questioned, gazing at her carefully to gage her reaction
"I think a mug of hot chocolate at your house sounds smashing." She said, wrapping her arms around him tightly.
"Take me home, Harry." she whispered against his neck. Harry smiled as he felt her hot breath against his neck.
"Pleasure." He drawled as he hugged her back and they were both instantly in his den.
" I think I'll take this dress off now. Ginny's a dear, but I can barely walk in this thing." Harry gave her his crooked smile as he watched her walk up the stairs, a gleam of mischief in his eye as he watched her.
"Don't worry love, it was all worth it. By the way, your arse looks amazing in that dress!" he called up the stairs after her. Hermione blushed furiously and ran the rest of the way up the stairs.
Harry guffawed all the way back into the kitchen. He set a kettle of water on the stove and got out a chocolate boiler. Hermione appeared as he was pulling bars of chocolate and cartons of liquid cream and whipped cream out of the ice box.
"Going to a lot of trouble for a little cup of hot chocolate, aren't you?" Said Hermione in a slightly scathing, albeit teasing manner. Harry didn't look up, only broke the chocolate bars up as he dropped them into the pan.
"I want a perfect cup of this stuff. I know how to do it too." He tapped the pan with his wand, and dropped a tiny sprig of peppermint into it's contents. It immediately began to bubble, and he added the liquid cream.
"Nice pajamas, by the way." Harry couldn't help but grin (he'd been doing that all night, he supposed, but he just couldn't help it.) as he took in Hermione's loose curls, falling around her shoulders, which were covered in an old quidditch jersey from his fourth year, and a pair of tan leggings, with bare feet. She rather looked like the sexy Halloween version of a quidditch player, and it made Harry's pulse pound with excitement at her choice of clothing.
"It's not like you can fit into this old thing." Hermione said indignantly. "Too small around the shoulders, I expect. " Harry said casually as he flexed his arms and a bulge of muscles appeared. "Too small for your big head, I expect!" Hermione laughed as Harry gave her an insulted glare.
"I do not have a big head." Harry pouted. Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Git. Anyway. I wear this shirt all the time. It's comfortable, it goes almost to my knees, and well…it was a reminder of home when I lived in America." She said, staring at the ground a bit uncomfortably. Harry took her head in his hands and kissed her passionately, with all the pent up feelings that had been swirling around inside him for the last few days or so.
"Did you say 'when I lived in America?' as in past tense?" he asked interestedly. Hermione sat her head on the counter, feeling miserable all of the sudden. Harry handed her a mug of hot chocolate and he sat up straight again.
"I don't know. I make such good money there-no, let me finish, Harry James!" She said testily as she saw him open his mouth to retort .
"I have a very important job. I've wanted to do this job since third year when we started taking certain classes to prepare for our future. I need to think about this long and hard before I decide to just run away from it. I'll never run away from YOU, but I need to think about whether I can just come back or not before we get too serious." This was Harry's cue to explode.
"Too serious? Too serious! Mione, I think that ship sailed oh, hmm about eleven years AGO! I am not going to sit here and let you turn your back on me for some ruddy job. I went through hell when you left, and I'm not going to pour out my heart on my damn sleeve and watch you walk out again, only this time taking my heart with you." He trapped her against the counter and breathed heavily as he fought to keep his emotions in check.
Seeing Harry so upset made the situation real to Hermione in a way that nothing else had. She cupped his face gently, and seeing a tear slide out from under his closed lids, she felt her own eyes grow misty. She wiped away his tear and ran her thumbs in circles over his face. She knew it comforted him to be touched this way when he was anxious and she murmured to him soothingly as she drew the circles.
"Harry. If you absolutely want me to stay, then there's no question. I'll move in next week. If I have to quit, well, I think you can support me for a bit, can't you? Harry smiled brokenly. As Hermione talked him down from the emotional ledge, she drew him closer to her and wrapped her arms around his neck.
They stayed in that position for a long time. Harry scooped Hermione in his arms and carried her upstairs to his room. He laid her down on the bed, and crawled in next to her. Hermione suddenly felt the presence of the little boy again. He just wanted to be loved. To be comforted. To belong. Her emotions swirled around her as she stroked his hair away form his face.
"Say you'll never leave. You are the only woman in my life that's ever loved me. I can't believe I let you go so far away, even if it was such a short time." he mumbled sleepily as his eyes fluttered closed. Hermione lay there for a while, just watching him.
Her heart broke any time she thought about his history. She watched him twist and turn, trying to get comfortable. He grumbled when he realized he was still wearing his clothes, and they simply disappeared. He rolled over in his chudley cannon boxers and went back to sleep, still keeping hold of Hermione. She finally closed her eyes and let sleep claim her as well.