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Hello! I wanted to say thank you to all of you who are reading my story. I put my heart and soul into all my writing and it just makes me feel so great to know people do like my story even though my chapters are so short. So again thank you! I love you all!-
-dangirl13
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The young girl leaned up against the wall panting, the cold rough texture of the stone giving her Goosebumps. /Okay now where could Harry be? / She rested her chin in her hand and sighed. Never had she run such a distance, all the way from the grassy rolling hills, clear glassy water that was the Hogwarts grounds to here.
Wait where is here? Hermione had been so focused on finding Harry she had paid absolutely no attention to where she had been going. Her head snapped up and she saw nothing more than the portraits all of which were smiling and seemed to be happy in front of her, this was so painfully familiar. She turned her head and saw the Fat Lady who, like every other portrait, had the biggest smile on her face.
Hermione stood up and dusted off her robes which right now felt like armor. It was so uncomfortable and heavy. /How was I able to run in this with the state they're in? /
"Are you alright deary?"
"Hm... Oh! I'm sorry. Did you happen to see a boy my age run in here?"
"Yes run is the perfect word actually because that is exactly what the boy did, he ran right into me, said the password and I swear ran as fast as humanly possible in there."
"Thanks." She moved forward but the portrait didn't open.
"Password?"
"Oh right!" She hit herself in the head. "Red Cap."
The portrait swung open and she stepped on in. Harry was no where in sight. /So he's in his room. / She began to head for the boy's staircase but thought better of it and sat down on the couch. There she sat sinking into the couch just staring blankly into the fireplace. The simplicity of the fire amazed her and yet it could be used for so many things, as a source of light, warmth, to cook food over or in her case simply stare at it. It was so beautiful it was hypnotizing, why couldn't she just look away? It looked so warm and inviting like the feelings she had for Harry. That was it that was why she liked it so it reminded her of Harry, but then again what didn't anymore?
"To think ... muggle made." She laughed, but then sighed. "That's it I have to go up there and see him. She got up and walked up the spiral staircase, not making a sound till she came to the door. There she stood trying to gather as mush courage she could muster squeezing her eyes as she inhaled deeply. She held it for a moment and exhaled her heart beating a million times a minute as she got a firm hold on the door knob.
"Come on Hermione you can do this. It's just Harry. You've been in here a million times before it shouldn't be so different now," she whispered to herself.
She turned the doorknob and stepped cautiously into the room shutting the door softly behind her. The room was dim, dismal and quiet. Every bed empty, except for one... Harry's. The scarlet hangings were pulled around his four poster bed so she could not see its occupant. She went over to the bed and slowly pulled the hangings back behind the bed to find Harry.
There he lay sleeping so soundly, his face so relaxed free from the stress of every day life for now at least. He even had the smallest most innocent smile on his face one could manage to have. A warm smile spread across her face and she sat down at the end of the bed trying not to wake him.
/Why did he have to do that? /
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He leaned his head down and lightly kissed her on the lips. Oh, it felt so right. /What took him so long? /
Her heart was racing and she couldn't breath but she loved every moment of it. His wet nose brushed up against her cheek and she giggled so innocently but he didn't notice. All of a sudden he stopped and jumped up, trying to explain himself but she wasn't listening, she was trying to figure out why he had stopped. /Did I upset him? Am I bad at it? Why did he stop? Did that just happen? Oh my God is he crying? / He took off toward the castle.
"Harry!"
She just sat there in the snow sopping wet and confused. /What just happened? What I think just happened could not have been real. Could it? No. No... Yes it did. /
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/Why did he have to do that? To leave me when I was so vulnerable, my feelings for him out in the open. The only thing I can think of is... / She brushed the hair out of his face. Hermione took his hand in hers and a huge smile spread from one ear to the other.
"He loves me."
Her eyelids began to droop, sleep finally catching up to her. She lay down and closed her eyes finally letting herself rest.