Disclaimer: This is based off of the popular series of Harry Potter books by JK Rowling.
A/N: Hello to all you wonderful readers! Ready to read about what Harry will do? I'm sure you are… but DO NOT jump to conclusions about Harry bending over. And don't worry, I have plans for Harry and Draco hehehehehehe! But remember, I need REVIEWS! Please feed me REVIEWS! Ok, I think that's all of the author's note for now, too bad though. But some quick shout outs to:
Ameinias: Such a nice review! I loved it (hugz). I hope you enjoy this chapter just as much as the last one… Just make sure to keep counting those minutes. XD
Kari Morgana Black: (throws head back and laughs) I have to keep you guys coming back for more after all, and cliffies will ensure that. LOL
RisuMusume: Hmmmm, I think you'll be mad at me, but don't you worry, Harry and Draco will kiss really soon (giggles self onto floor) I hope you enjoy.
Kanoi1: I feel bad for Draco as well, Lucius is such a beep beeping beep. I hope you enjoy this next chapter!
fifespice: OOOOO interesting deduction, I like it. Well, you get to see what happens now, I hope you enjoy what happens to them!
azuiru: Well, if you thought about what Hermione's boggart turned into, you should have gotten an idea at what it is. There is also a practically dream come true, and I know you probably thought of that one!
LuzEterna: LOL! I'm the one who shakes their fist! Anyway, I think you'll be pleased with the end of this chapter. It isn't as cliffhanger-esque as normal. And passionate! I think it will be.yunchen: You're allowed to jump up and down, I enjoy it thinking about it! Glad you called my chapter wonderful! Hope you like this one just as much!
LeolaTaylor: 'Pretty please with Draco on top?' (dirty thought) Now look what you've done! Oh well, it's bound to happen sometime. Thank you for the compliment!
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Chapter 11: Hermione's Dream Come TrueHarry was bending over poor Draco. He was soundly asleep. Harry pursed his lips and moved towards Draco… He kissed Draco on the forehead, making sure to remember that he would give Draco his real thanks later.
Harry did not want Draco to miss the idea he had in mind, so he decided against it, simply kissing Draco on his pale, moonlit forehead. Harry put the gown away and climbed up to the top bunk, where Draco would normally sleep. Although Harry had many feelings that could keep him awake the whole night long, he somehow managed to fall asleep after a bit of tossing and turning.
When Harry woke up, he could smell bread baking in the kitchen, among a perfume full of many other smells. It seemed as though Mrs. Weasley was cooking just as much as ever, maybe even more.
Harry had awakened, but Draco had not quite stirred yet. He was still sleeping away the pain from the day before. Harry sighed and climbed down from his bed, walking over to his dresser to get out a few pieces of clothing.
He stripped down and began to change into some clothes, including a green shirt. Harry knew that it brought out the color in his eyes, amplifying the jade green color.
Just as he was finishing putting on his shirt, he heard a knock at the door. He tugged at the edges of his top, pulling it down, and called out, "Just a minute!" He ran over to the door and opened it to see Hermoine there, tapping her foot.
"Harry! Do you have any idea what time it is? It's time for lunch! You are always late, really, I ought to get you an alarm clock!" Hermione said loudly.
"Hermione! Shhhhh," whispered Harry, "Draco's trying to sleep." Harry heard something stir behind him.
"Not anymore," said Draco slowly, sounding like he was in a lot of pain. "Hermione, do you have the pain rel…"
"Right here," answered Hermione, holding up a vial of a pink potion in her right hand. "Make sure you…" this time Hermione got interrupted.
"Take it slowly, I know," replied Draco, trying his best to smile even though he was still in pain.
"Wow," said Harry, amazed at how much Draco sounded like Hermione. Hermione had just thought the same thing.
"That's just plain scary," she said to Harry. "Oh well. It's good he learned from the master!" Harry laughed, as did Draco. But after a giggle had emanated from Draco's lips, he curled over in pain.
"Hermione, the vial," Draco said eagerly, wanting some relief from the tremendous pain crushing him.
"Oh yes, of course. I really do need to take care of these things when I first get in the room," said Hermione, admitting that she had gotten a little caught up in the conversation. She strolled over to Draco, taking a cork of the top of the vial as she sat down. She swished her hair back, clearing her face so she could clearly see Draco. She asked, "Do you need me to give it to you?" Draco nodded his head yes, and Hermione brought the vial to his pale red lips. She tipped the vial a little; the pink contents flowed slowly into Draco's mouth. Soon enough, the vial was empty and the potion began to take its effect on Draco. Hermione smiled when she saw Draco's cringing slowly subside, to some extent. She murmured to him, "You're welcome."
Hermione got up from the bed and walked back to hallway, where she stood presently. She said, "Draco, I'll be back soon with your lunch." She began to walk away, but she did not hear Harry's footsteps behind her. "Harry," she asked, "aren't you coming with me?"
"I'll be out there soon Hermione," Harry answered, "But first I have some catching up to do with Draco…"
"Harry, that was sweet," Draco told Harry, who was now sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Well, we haven't gotten to talk to each other one on one since…I told you about Ginny. So we do have a little to do Draco," Harry said, his eyes looking at Draco kindly. Harry ran his hand through Draco's blonde hair.
"Ginny…"Draco said becoming lost in thought, "oh Harry, I'm sorry I was eavesdropping! I just wanted to make sure Ginny wouldn't try to kiss you. Which, may I remind you, she almost did."
"You did a good job then, but next time, let me take care of myself, I promise I will," said Harry, looking at Draco who was now scowling.
"How can you say that? She had you up against the wall, Harry! Cornered," Draco said, distressed that Harry wanted to be left alone when he needed help.
"Okay, fine. How about try to give me my privacy? Unless, of course, you think there is some inherent danger that you need to protect me from," said Harry, with a grin on his face. Draco realized that Harry was trying to rub in that the one who needed the real protection was Draco, but Draco just laughed softly, careful not to laugh too hard. But as he chuckled, he felt something missing, something missing from his arms…
"Harry! I'm missing something!" Draco said concernedly. He moved his arms around as much as he could, searching for the lost gown.
"Shhh, Draco. I know what's missing, and I know why too. I took it from you last night. And you would not let go of it either…"said Harry.
"I wanted to make sure I got it to you Harry, so I held onto it as hard as I could. I wanted to be able to give you something precious…and I knew how much that your mother's dress would mean to you," said Draco, with emotion clouding his eyes.
"Thank you, Draco. It means a lot to me, but not as much as something else. Draco…"
Harry knew it was time to thank Draco, to thank him for all that he had done. Harry began to close the gap between Draco's and his face. He began to feel Draco's breathing; it had started to pick up. Then their lips touched…
Harry felt Draco's soft lips running against his, he felt an ecstasy, a high like no other. He started kissing slowly, but soon he felt the urge to speed up, to move around and explore Draco's lips. But just Harry was beginning to really enjoy the passion…
A plate had fallen to the floor, breaking into many shards and more importantly, interrupting their kiss.
Harry had looked up to see Hermione standing in the doorway, her eyes wide and her jaw dropped open. She looked speechless.
"Hermione," said Harry, trying to think of some way justify what he and Draco had just been doing, "I can…explain…"
"No need to," said Hermione, who surprisingly had the nerve to speak, "I can clearly see what happened." She paused and turned away from Harry and Draco, both of whom were quite frightened at what Hermione may be thinking about them right now.
She turned around and smiled broadly, shouting, "It's practically a dream come true! Two of my friends together! And they're both..." she whispered the last part, "gay, and you know how much girls like to have gay guy friends." Harry and Draco both uttered a sigh of relief, but were taken back by the change in expression on Hermione's face. She had suddenly turned from bright to dim, and she added, "There is one problem though. I know for a fact that Ron is extremely homophobic. But I think that the others would be okay with it."
"I guess we'll tell them all soon and hope for the best," said Harry, looking towards Draco to approve of the plan.
"Sounds good, Harry. Let's at least wait until I'm out of bed. Then we can both help smooth things over," said Draco, wisely thinking ahead towards the possible mayhem that may ensue once they both came out.
"Right," said Harry. "I'm starting to get hungry, and I'm sure Mrs. Weasley is wondering where I am. So I'll see you later Draco?"
"Sounds good," said Draco happily.
"I'll have to go face Mrs. Weasley though, which will not be fun at all," said Hermione coldly. But to make sure Harry and Draco knew she wasn't mad at them, she smiled. She turned around and cast, "Reparo!" with her wand pointed towards the floor, about where the plate had fallen. It started to reassemble itself and within a second, Hermione had walked over and picked up the complete plate. She then said, "Scourigify," and watched as the floor became clean, even cleaner than it had been before. Satisfied, Hermione walked towards the doorway. She turned around.
"Harry," she said, looking at Harry and Draco on the bed.
Harry didn't want to leave Draco's side, but he felt it would be best if he did. He did not want anyone else to figure out that something was going on between Draco and him. Harry grabbed Draco's hand before he left, holding it tightly for a moment. Then he let go and proceeded out the door following Hermione. She stopped in the kitchen while Harry continued onto the dining room for lunch, where everyone had almost finished. As he left the kitchen, he heard Hermione trying to explain what had happened. Harry had heard her say, "I sort of tripped on the door jam and fell over…" and that was all he could make out. But what he had heard, Hermione had said as though it were the truth.
'Good ol' Hermione,' thought Harry as he bit into a large pork sandwich.
Draco had enjoyed the lunch he had been given by Hermione and felt as though he was bursting at the seams as he was finishing up eating. Just as he ate the last bite of his sandwich, Hermione and Harry had ran into the room with an excited look on their faces. Hermione was the one who spoke first.
"Draco! We've just had the best of luck. You see, after I had given you your lunch, I sat down to eat with Harry. And Mr. Weasley, who had just stopped by for a few minutes, joined us. One thing led to another and…"
Harry burst out, " He told us about a place where we can find things."
"Harry that's so vague! He told us about a library," corrected Hermione, "I've never heard of it before, but apparently there's quite an extensive collection of books there."
Draco looked bemused, he asked, "Why haven't I heard of it? Unlike you two, I've lived in the wizarding world my whole life."
"I remembered when we had been talking about the horcruxes you never told us about any library like this. So I asked Mr. Weasley the same question," said Hermione. "He told me that it was very secret, so not many wizards know about it. And also," Hermione paused, "they don't allow any dark wizards in there Draco. Actually not many wizards at all. Only the best and brightest are allowed in."
"So how had Mr. Weasley heard about it?" inquired Draco, cringing at the way he had just asked that question.
Hermione glared at him, but continued on, "Mr. Weasley had seen Professor Dumbledore reading an ancient book once, and had asked where it had come from. He got the same information we just told you and nothing more…"
"You never told me where it was, Hermione," said Draco eagerly.
Harry answered Draco, "That's because we don't know. Mr. Weasley didn't tell us."
Draco sighed. "Too bad Dumbledore didn't tell you," he said.
Immediately, Hermione and Harry looked at each other. They had realized what this all had meant. Harry ran over to his dresser and picked up Dumbledore's old spellbook. He returned to the bed speedily and he and Hermione began paging through the book.
Draco was wandering what he had missed. He had no idea what they were doing. Right as he was about to ask, Hermione spoke up.
"Harry I think I found it!" shouted Hermione gleefully. She pointed down at the book eagerly.
"Hermione, I already saw that and I don't think that's it," disagreed Harry. No one questioned Hermione; now she was mad.
"Oh really Harry," said Hermione angrily, still in her matter-of-fact sort of tone. "You need to read between the lines. It says right here that 'whenever you are in trouble or need help finding something' to go to the address right here. I think it's fairly obvious what Dumbledore is talking about."
"I guess you're right Hermione, I just…" Harry trailed off; he was still impressed with the ingenuity that Dumbledore possessed. He had left Harry an address with a clue that only Hermione and him could understand.
Hermione was happy that Harry had apologized to her and she was anxious to accept. She sang out, "It's fine Harry, just next time don't contradict me so, unless you're absolutely sure. Okay?"
Harry laughed at Hermione and answered, "Alright…so when do you want to leave?"
Hermione thought for a moment. "How about as soon as Draco gets better. I mean I cannot wait to go there! Think of all the books! OH! It's really a dream come true! Someone pinch me!" she had said, almost floating off the floor in joy.
Harry could not resist. He pinched Hermione in the arm, right where the autumn red sleeve of her shirt had ended. Harry made sure to pinch really hard, trying to leave a mark. He could not help himself; he did not get to cause Hermione this kind of pain very often.
"Harry!" she yelled, "You know that's just a figure of speech! And that hurts! A lot!" Harry was not stopping so Hermione decided to take action. She slapped his hand. Harry took it away after a loud "smack" had sounded throughout the room.
"Oww Hermione, why'd you go and do that?" asked Harry, rubbing his hurt hand.
"You know very well why! You wouldn't stop!" screamed Hermione, infuriated at Harry for being so juvenile. Just then, Hermione heard an angelic sound… Draco was laughing, and he wasn't stopping. She looked at him; he was not curling up in pain! The anger she felt was quickly erased from her mind and delight filled its place. "Harry!" she shouted.
"You know I'm sorry Hermione," Harry said.
"No, it's not that Harry," Hermione said impatiently, "Look at Draco! Even with the potion we gave him he shouldn't be able to…"
"He's…he's…"Harry tried to say it, but could not seem to overcome his excitement.
"I know, Harry, I know!" said Hermione, letting loose some of her exhilaration. Draco was looking much better! She couldn't help but grab Harry's hands and start jumping around in a circle. Once Hermione had begun, Harry had followed her and commenced hopping around like a happy bunny. They looked hilarious, and Draco could not help but break out chuckling even harder. It took them all a good minute to calm down, but it had been a blast while it had lasted, for all of them.
Draco settled back in, laying his head on the pillow softly, his golden hair cushioning his head. Hermione and Harry had sat down talking with Draco about what they would search for in the library tomorrow.
They fell into an ocean of voices, and before they knew it, the afternoon had dissolved into nothing; it was dinnertime already. And when Mrs. Weasley had walked in, looking for Hermione, she had been overjoyed about Draco as well. She made sure that supper that night was extra special for Draco, and everyone ended up loving it. The night was excellent besides the fabulous dinner, but Harry did not feel very festive. He headed back to his room to turn in for the night. When he had gotten there, Draco was in a deep slumber, letting loose a few light snores every now and then. Harry hit the sack and drifted away….
Harry awoke to a hand touching his hair; it had a soft, cool feeling to it. Harry gazed outwards and saw what looked like two shining pieces of silver, glinting in the sunlight that had flooded the room. The way that the light hit them made them sparkle like the sun hitting the ocean...
Harry got lost in Draco's caring eyes and reached his own hand out to Draco face, but before he had made it, Draco caught his hand. And Draco pulled in for a soft peck on Harry's lips. When they broke the kiss, they both smiled, gazing at each other's faces. They knew today would be a great day just from how they both looked. But before Hermione could come in, they got ready and went out to breakfast, where they met Mrs. Weasley in the kitchen.
Today, Mrs. Weasley was not cooking as much as she had been the past few days, leading Harry to think that she was feeling a little less worried this morning. From what Harry could see from Mrs. Weasley's appearance, she did look less stressed to some extent. He noticed that there were not quite as many lines of strain around her eyes.
When she saw Draco with him, she ran over and hugged Draco. "It's nice to see you up and about, dear," she said. They went and sat down for breakfast at the large table, where they were just about the first people in the house to start eating. The only one there with them was a haggard looking Mr. Weasley, who said he had a long day of work ahead. Soon, Mrs. Weasley joined them for breakfast, nibbling on a piece of toast as she watched Harry and Draco eat some flapjacks smothered in syrup. Hermione was the next person to sit down at the table, and both Harry and Draco knew it was time to tell Mrs. Weasley about what they were going to do today.
"Mrs. Weasley," said Draco, who had just swallowed, "We have to go somewhere today. It's a library…" Mrs. Weasley looked at him scowling, but just sighed.
"If you must," she said, "but be careful! I do not want any of you getting hurt this time. And I will not allow Ron to go with you!" She had seen the pleading look Hermione had sent her and quickly denied Ron going out with them. She added on, "I'm worried enough as it is." And she strode back into the kitchen, cooking once more.
Harry and Draco watched Hermione finish breakfast and then they all got up, walking down the hallway towards the door. With a few quick good byes, they were outside in the warm sunlight. A few, small, white, wispy clouds were overhead swimming in a sea of light blue; it was turning out to be a nice day.
Harry had just realized something and asked Hermione how they were going to get to that address. After all, they had no idea where it was.
Hermione answered, "Well, I realize it is a risk, but I thought we could call the knight bus. I mean we could just ask them to take us to this address, right?"
Harry sighed; Hermione was right, that was probably one of their better options, although it was a little risky. Harry knew very well that there could be someone looking for them on that bus.
Right as Harry had reached the road, he heard a rumbling sound coming from somewhere nearby. With a flash, the knight bus was there waiting for the three friends to get on. Hermione took care of matters, paying with her own money and she asked to be taken to the address (she had it memorized). In just a few minutes, they had arrived and strode off the bus.
They stood outside a run-down brick building in the middle of a quaint little town. The windows were boarded up and the door looked ancient; it appeared as though no one had been in the building in ages. Hermione was first through the rickety door; Harry and Draco were next, walking almost side by side. Inside was a dark room that seemed to be empty.
They waited.
All of the sudden, a candle in the corner lit up, then another, then another, and finally one last one, illuminating the room with an eerie, dim glow. They looked ahead of them and saw a desk with what looked like a goblin… They heard what sounded like a series of croaks.
"Who are you and what is your business here?" the thing behind the desk asked.
Hermione answered, "Hermione Granger, Harry Potter, and Draco Malfoy are our names. We are here to use the library."
"Why?" inquired the goblin-like man.
"We're looking for something to do with You-Know-Who," answered Hermione quickly, prepared for whatever was thrown her way.
"Who told you about this place?" asked the thing, with a final tone.
"Albus Dumbledore."
"That will be all for now. Once we screen you for polyjuice potion and the Imperius curse, you are free to go in. Please follow me," he said, leading them through and down a hallway. He left them waiting for a while until a man came by and tested them in some of the strangest ways they had ever seen. It was a wonder that some of them could ever be useful. They were left alone once they had finished, sitting on an old sofa while they waited.
After a few minutes, a tall, dark man came and asked them to follow him. He ushered them down a long hallway, and they were led down a long marble staircase, which led to a pair of double doors. Through these, they walked down yet another hallway and into large wooden room. The tall man had left them, and a man in the right-hand corner mumbled something. The room began to move downwards. As they were waiting for the room to stop, Draco thought of something.
He asked Hermione, "Hermione, how did I get let in? I mean this is supposed to be a top security place. Plus you said they don't let any dark wizards in."
Hermione smirked when she answered, "I had already thought about that Draco. Apparently, seeing you with Harry Potter was enough for them to let you in. He is, after all, the one who is supposed to save us from You-Know-Who. How could they deny Harry's friend entrance, even if he was a Malfoy?" Draco was about to protest, but the polished doors in front of them opened, exposing a substantially sized room filled to brim with books. It was a valley of bookcases, with the wooden shelves lining the walls and running through the whole room, sort of like a snake. Before Harry knew it, Hermione had left him and Draco to their own devices. She was running off, his brown eyes overflowing with excitement. So Harry and Draco began their own excursion through the troves of books, looking for some clue for the next horcrux. Although they were having trouble finding much, they did find a few things. Right as they were about to find something good, a stack of books with legs came running towards them.
"Harry!" an excited voice cried, "I think I found something."
"Well first things first Hermione," said Harry, knowing Hermione's voice from a mile away, "how are you carrying all those books?"
"Oh Harry!" she cried out, as she sat the books down. "Now you're just trying to make me mad!"
Harry admitted, he had tried his best, but apparently it had failed. Hermione was in too much of a good mood to be brought down by anything he told her…
A/N: The chapter was getting too long so I had to end it there. It's not really a cliffie anyway, but I'm sure you're wondering what Hermione found in the library. And for your information, the title came about because of the library, not because of Harry and Draco kissing. Hmmm, but I'm still thinking of a chapter title for the next chapter, so I guess you'll have to wait until next time to know what is happening! Sorry for the wait, but yesterday was busy for me. I did get the chapter up Saturday though! Okay, remember, REVIEW PLEASE! Thanks!