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A/N : I keep watching Harry Potter's third film in the cinema... first of all, because the movie is really great. Second, because it gives me inspiration. Of course they cut off a lot of scenes from the book and even changed some of them but still it's awesome.
Thank's for your wonderful reviews guy's ! I really appreciate that ! You gave me inspiration also ! Thank you very much !
And of course thank's to mighty "Gregorians" ! I've been listening to them while writing this chapter.
CHAPTER - 14
Days passed by. Harry was still in the infirmary. Time by time his strength came back to him and he was able to walk around the hospital wing trying to make his legs strong so he could dance with Hermione. As for her, she was spending with him all these days. She was trying not to leave him at all but of course it was impossible. She was out of the hospital wing only a few times each day.
They were talking or just sitting together. Hermione was holding Harry's arm all the time as if she was afraid that if she let it go then Harry will suddenly disappear. Harry was just smiling from the feeling of her fingers touching his skin. Both of them forgot about everything. Except for the upcoming Ball of course. For them it was the most important thing that was going to take place really soon. Why important ? 'Cause they were going to tell everything each other. And at last there will be no secrets. Harry to his own surprise wasn't scared at all... He had quiet the opposite feeling of confidence. He was sure somehow that Hermione loved him back. Maybe it was because of glances she was shooting at him or it was just Harry's feeling... but somehow he was sure of that. Hermione was sure of the same thing.
Saturday came and Harry was at last allowed to go back to the griffindor tower. He took his cloak and went out of the hospital wing with Hermione by his side. She was smiling and holding his right hand. They slowly approached the portrait of the fat lady in silence and told the right password.
- Winged Horse.
The portrait opened and they entered the common room. Harry sighed. Hermione turned to look at him.
- Is there something wrong, Harry ? - she asked with concern.
- No. It's just... I have never been so happy from seen the common room before. It seems that I haven't seen it forever. Yeah...this is a place where I belong...I can't imagine that someday I'll have to leave this place. - he answered dreamily. Hermione hugged him and put her head on his shoulder. Harry lowered his head and placed it on top of Hermione's.
- Yes, you'll have to leave this place...but you'll find another...which you will call your home.
- That's defenetly not a house number 4 at Privet Drive. - 'Mione laughed. Together they sat on a couch by the fire. Hermione was trembling a little so Harry wrapped his arms around her. 'Mione smiled. Harry was so close... Her heart was hammering in her chest and she felt that her body's temperature rose a few degrees high.
- You're cold ? - Harry asked.
- Not anymore. - she answered grinning.
- This week was so crazy... I still can't believe that I was dead. It seems so impossible...just to think that after all that happened I'm sitting here with you... I'm so glad you're here.
- Me too. - was all she could say. She closed her eyes breathing deeply. - Our quarrel was so stupid... Can't believe that we had spent a few weeks not talking to each other and even not looking at each other.
- Yeah.. - Harry sighed. - That was really stupid.
Harry looked into the fireplace. He was going to tell her that a letter which she received was from him and not from Ron but he stopped himself just in time. If he will tell her this right now then his confession won't be romantic. He didn't know why but he wanted it to be remembered forever. He wanted to make her the happiest girl in the whole world...so this day must be special... magical...
- What's that sound ? - Herm asked. It seemed as though a few hundreds of owls were trying to get into the room. Cold drops were falling from the sky and knocking into the window. Those who remained on the glass were glittering as bright as diamonds even though there was no sun to make them shine that way. They heard a remote thunderclap. The storm was moving by.
- Oh, I like when it's raining... - Hermione smiled.
- Me too. You know, when I was a kid I was sitting under the cupboard under the stairs and listening to the sound of rain drops bombarding the roof... And I always fancied myself somewhere near the waterfall and not at Private Drive. I fancied my parents standing with me and smiling at me... and during these moments...god, it seemed so real. I didn't know how but I knew how my parents looked like.
- You saw them when you were a little child. Maybe those images of their faces were inside of your head all the time... like a photograph. And you couldn't even realise it...
- Maybe. But I think they were not in my head.... but in my heart. You know, our heart keeps a lot of secrets from us...and it takes us ages to find out...anything. The same with out feelings. It took me ages to finally realise just one important thing...
- Which is ? - she asked curiously. Harry looked down at her and smiled.
- I'll tell you. But not here and not now.
- Okay, you'll tell me when you'll be ready.
They sat in silence until Harry felt that Hermione started to fall asleep. Her head was resting on his shoulder, eyes closed. He touched her chick with his fingers gently and whispered :
- 'Mione... Sorry for waking you up but you must move to your dorm. Tomorrow a big day is coming...
- Yeah.. I'm up. - she opened her eyes and looked into Harry's emerald green one's. She smiled widely.
- So wonderful to see your face... - Harry whispered. Hermone blushed a little and stood up waiting for Harry to follow her example. Harry rose to his feet and together they started to walk to their dorms.
- Goodnight, 'Mione.
- 'Night, Harry.
Harry watched Hermione disappear behind the door. He stood there for a few moments and then left to his own dorm.
The next morning when Harry woke up it was still raining.It seemed that it was raining all night. Harry could imagine the pools of water on the quidditch field. It will be hard to play in such weather... His mind drifted from quidditch to today's ball and Hermione. He smiled and walked to the window slowly. He remembered the last night when they were sitting on a couch together...and there was nothing but the two of them. The whole world disappeared... Harry leaned down and touched the cold glass of the window with his forehead. The remainings of his sleep disappeared, his head cleared a little. He watched how the rain drops were stucking to the glass and after some time mixing with the others and slipping down.
" God, why am I so nervous ? I wasn't yesterday ! " Harry James Potter was nervous indeed. Some part of him was afraid that something may go wrong. What ? He didn't know. Maybe Ron will come back to Hogwarts or something else...even worse than that... maybe he will panic again and will not tell her a word. In a matters of love he was like a tourist in the foreign country. And he felt like he's a tourist indeed...a tourist without guide. There wasn't anybody who could help him. He had to handle with this by himself. He looked at his watch - 9:00. Hmm..." I guess Hermione is up already." - he said to himself. He took a quick bath and changed into his fresh robes. Harry looked at his reflection in the mirror. His as black as coal hair seemed to be even more messy than they already were. He took a hairbrush and tried to make them straight but nothing worked. He finally gave up and headed down into the common room just to find it absolutely empty. So he sat in a comfortable armchair and looked into the fireplace. He suddenly felt someone's touching his shoulder. He turned around and found Hermione smiling widely at him.
- Up early ?
- Yeah. Wanna breakfast ?
- Sure. I was about to ask you the same thing ! Come on ! - she took his arm and dragged him to the portrait hole. All the way down to the Great Hall they were running still holding each others hands. Harry felt himself so light... It seemed that he was flying. Happiness rose inside of him making all his thoughts disappear. Hermione was running and dragging Harry along with her. She purposely chose the longest route to the Great Hall. She was laughing loudly, her face was shining with happiness... Harry couldn't help but laugh too. They felt themselves a little children. But everything stopped when they heard the familiar voice near the entrance of the Great Hall.
- Well-well-well... isn't it Potty and Mudblood...together... What can I say ? I always thought that you'll choose her, Potter...For a wizard like you Mudblood is the only suitable girl...
- Shut up !! Shut up, you...you... rubbish-heap !!!! - Harry shouted. Malfoy's eyes widened.
- How dare you...
- I SAID SHUT UP ! Never again will you humiliate Hermione ! Why don't you go back to your Deatheater- father ?!! What, Malfoy ? Are you stiffed or what ? Yes, me and Hermione are together, so ? It's not your business, understood !? And whom do you attract ? Pansy Parkinson ? Well, it's surely a girl of your kind. Now excuse us...me and Hermione are going to have breakfast... - Harry turned to Hermione smiling widely. Draco drew out his wand and was about to cry out some kind of hex at him when suddenly they heard another familiar voice.
- Mr. Malfoy...what's going on here ? - they all turned around to see professor MacGonagall.
- Nothing, professor... - Malfoy mumbled through his teeth.
- Nothing ? Oh, really ?! And seems to me that you were going to put a spell on Mr. Potter
- No ! I...I...
- You what, Mr. Malfoy ? If that's not true then why did you draw out your wand and pointed it at Mr. Potter ? - she nodded at his wand which was still directed at Harry.
- 20 points from Slytherin and a week of detention. And if I'll see again how you're trying to hex Mr. Potter I'll make sure that you'll spend all your free time on a detention. Now go to your dorm.
Malfoy turned around and quickly started to walk back to the Slytherin common room. God, he was so angry ! Harry looked at Hermione who was obviously trying not to laugh in front of MacGonagall. That was very difficult for Harry also.
- As for you, Potter...I must tell you to be careful now. - she leaned forward and whispered. - No one knows about your death and revival...except for the Hogwarts students maybe. You-know-who thinks that you're dead but that's not for a long. Soon he will know that you're alive. You understand me ? You must be extra careful.
- Don't worry, professor, I'll keep an eye on him. - Hermione said.
- Okay, then...you may go.
They both nodded and entered the Great Hall laughing uncontrollably.
- I have never seen anything more funny than that !! Have you seen his face... I thought he's gonna blow !! - Harry said. His face was red from laugh.
- Yeah...that was really funny. - 'Mione said still laughing. - And thank's for standing for me.
- You kidding ?! What am I supposed to do ? Just hear him say such terrible things about you ? No ! Like I said never again will he humiliate you. I promise. Well, let's have breakfast.
The breakfast was over. Harry and Hermione went to their dorms to have a rest before the Ball will start. Mostly they were sleeping. But a few times Harry woke up and started to imagine himself during the Great Ball... He and Hermione dancing...she's smiling at him and holding him tight. He's telling her that she's the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, he's telling her that he love her and then lower his head and kiss her. Harry smiled widely. These images were too good to be true. Again he closed his eyes and fell asleep.
When he woke up it was dark outside of the window. He rubbed his eyes and looked at his watch. It was 19:00 PM. He has got an hour before the Ball started. He took a bath and again he was in front of the mirror trying to do something with his messy hair. But again nothing worked. Harry sighed. " Well, then...I guess there's nothing I can do... " - he thought and started to get dressed. He put on his green cloak and again looked into the mirror. He looked fine but his hair was making him angry... they were not obeying him and were sticking out in different directions. He walked out of the bathroom and looked at his watch again : 19 35.
" I better get down into the common room and wait for Hermione there." - he said to himself. He sat down in an armchair beside the fire and started to think about what he's gonna say to her during the ball. He probadly sat there thinking for about twenty minutes when suddenly the light tapping of footsteps reached his ears. He rose to his feet and turned around to see Hermione coming down from the stairs. His jaw dropped when he saw her. She was wearing a vivid purple cloak, her hair was resting on her shoulders and he noticed a touch of make-up on her face but it was hardly noticable. Her eyes were sparkling with excitement and she was smiling widely at him. Harry felt once again as if he was drunk. He grinned and gave her his hand.
- Wow...you look great ! - he said. Hermione took his hand and smiled even more widely if possible.
- Thank's, you look great too.
- Maybe... but my hair is just killing me... it's sticking out in different directions...- Harry complained.
- I like them that way. Shall we go ?
- Of course. - Harry nodded and slowly they started to walk out of the portrait hole and to the Great Hall not daring to look anywhere else but at each other.
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Sorry for ending this chapter like this, guys ! Well, review anyway !
A/N : I keep watching Harry Potter's third film in the cinema... first of all, because the movie is really great. Second, because it gives me inspiration. Of course they cut off a lot of scenes from the book and even changed some of them but still it's awesome.
Thank's for your wonderful reviews guy's ! I really appreciate that ! You gave me inspiration also ! Thank you very much !
And of course thank's to mighty "Gregorians" ! I've been listening to them while writing this chapter.
CHAPTER - 14
Days passed by. Harry was still in the infirmary. Time by time his strength came back to him and he was able to walk around the hospital wing trying to make his legs strong so he could dance with Hermione. As for her, she was spending with him all these days. She was trying not to leave him at all but of course it was impossible. She was out of the hospital wing only a few times each day.
They were talking or just sitting together. Hermione was holding Harry's arm all the time as if she was afraid that if she let it go then Harry will suddenly disappear. Harry was just smiling from the feeling of her fingers touching his skin. Both of them forgot about everything. Except for the upcoming Ball of course. For them it was the most important thing that was going to take place really soon. Why important ? 'Cause they were going to tell everything each other. And at last there will be no secrets. Harry to his own surprise wasn't scared at all... He had quiet the opposite feeling of confidence. He was sure somehow that Hermione loved him back. Maybe it was because of glances she was shooting at him or it was just Harry's feeling... but somehow he was sure of that. Hermione was sure of the same thing.
Saturday came and Harry was at last allowed to go back to the griffindor tower. He took his cloak and went out of the hospital wing with Hermione by his side. She was smiling and holding his right hand. They slowly approached the portrait of the fat lady in silence and told the right password.
- Winged Horse.
The portrait opened and they entered the common room. Harry sighed. Hermione turned to look at him.
- Is there something wrong, Harry ? - she asked with concern.
- No. It's just... I have never been so happy from seen the common room before. It seems that I haven't seen it forever. Yeah...this is a place where I belong...I can't imagine that someday I'll have to leave this place. - he answered dreamily. Hermione hugged him and put her head on his shoulder. Harry lowered his head and placed it on top of Hermione's.
- Yes, you'll have to leave this place...but you'll find another...which you will call your home.
- That's defenetly not a house number 4 at Privet Drive. - 'Mione laughed. Together they sat on a couch by the fire. Hermione was trembling a little so Harry wrapped his arms around her. 'Mione smiled. Harry was so close... Her heart was hammering in her chest and she felt that her body's temperature rose a few degrees high.
- You're cold ? - Harry asked.
- Not anymore. - she answered grinning.
- This week was so crazy... I still can't believe that I was dead. It seems so impossible...just to think that after all that happened I'm sitting here with you... I'm so glad you're here.
- Me too. - was all she could say. She closed her eyes breathing deeply. - Our quarrel was so stupid... Can't believe that we had spent a few weeks not talking to each other and even not looking at each other.
- Yeah.. - Harry sighed. - That was really stupid.
Harry looked into the fireplace. He was going to tell her that a letter which she received was from him and not from Ron but he stopped himself just in time. If he will tell her this right now then his confession won't be romantic. He didn't know why but he wanted it to be remembered forever. He wanted to make her the happiest girl in the whole world...so this day must be special... magical...
- What's that sound ? - Herm asked. It seemed as though a few hundreds of owls were trying to get into the room. Cold drops were falling from the sky and knocking into the window. Those who remained on the glass were glittering as bright as diamonds even though there was no sun to make them shine that way. They heard a remote thunderclap. The storm was moving by.
- Oh, I like when it's raining... - Hermione smiled.
- Me too. You know, when I was a kid I was sitting under the cupboard under the stairs and listening to the sound of rain drops bombarding the roof... And I always fancied myself somewhere near the waterfall and not at Private Drive. I fancied my parents standing with me and smiling at me... and during these moments...god, it seemed so real. I didn't know how but I knew how my parents looked like.
- You saw them when you were a little child. Maybe those images of their faces were inside of your head all the time... like a photograph. And you couldn't even realise it...
- Maybe. But I think they were not in my head.... but in my heart. You know, our heart keeps a lot of secrets from us...and it takes us ages to find out...anything. The same with out feelings. It took me ages to finally realise just one important thing...
- Which is ? - she asked curiously. Harry looked down at her and smiled.
- I'll tell you. But not here and not now.
- Okay, you'll tell me when you'll be ready.
They sat in silence until Harry felt that Hermione started to fall asleep. Her head was resting on his shoulder, eyes closed. He touched her chick with his fingers gently and whispered :
- 'Mione... Sorry for waking you up but you must move to your dorm. Tomorrow a big day is coming...
- Yeah.. I'm up. - she opened her eyes and looked into Harry's emerald green one's. She smiled widely.
- So wonderful to see your face... - Harry whispered. Hermone blushed a little and stood up waiting for Harry to follow her example. Harry rose to his feet and together they started to walk to their dorms.
- Goodnight, 'Mione.
- 'Night, Harry.
Harry watched Hermione disappear behind the door. He stood there for a few moments and then left to his own dorm.
The next morning when Harry woke up it was still raining.It seemed that it was raining all night. Harry could imagine the pools of water on the quidditch field. It will be hard to play in such weather... His mind drifted from quidditch to today's ball and Hermione. He smiled and walked to the window slowly. He remembered the last night when they were sitting on a couch together...and there was nothing but the two of them. The whole world disappeared... Harry leaned down and touched the cold glass of the window with his forehead. The remainings of his sleep disappeared, his head cleared a little. He watched how the rain drops were stucking to the glass and after some time mixing with the others and slipping down.
" God, why am I so nervous ? I wasn't yesterday ! " Harry James Potter was nervous indeed. Some part of him was afraid that something may go wrong. What ? He didn't know. Maybe Ron will come back to Hogwarts or something else...even worse than that... maybe he will panic again and will not tell her a word. In a matters of love he was like a tourist in the foreign country. And he felt like he's a tourist indeed...a tourist without guide. There wasn't anybody who could help him. He had to handle with this by himself. He looked at his watch - 9:00. Hmm..." I guess Hermione is up already." - he said to himself. He took a quick bath and changed into his fresh robes. Harry looked at his reflection in the mirror. His as black as coal hair seemed to be even more messy than they already were. He took a hairbrush and tried to make them straight but nothing worked. He finally gave up and headed down into the common room just to find it absolutely empty. So he sat in a comfortable armchair and looked into the fireplace. He suddenly felt someone's touching his shoulder. He turned around and found Hermione smiling widely at him.
- Up early ?
- Yeah. Wanna breakfast ?
- Sure. I was about to ask you the same thing ! Come on ! - she took his arm and dragged him to the portrait hole. All the way down to the Great Hall they were running still holding each others hands. Harry felt himself so light... It seemed that he was flying. Happiness rose inside of him making all his thoughts disappear. Hermione was running and dragging Harry along with her. She purposely chose the longest route to the Great Hall. She was laughing loudly, her face was shining with happiness... Harry couldn't help but laugh too. They felt themselves a little children. But everything stopped when they heard the familiar voice near the entrance of the Great Hall.
- Well-well-well... isn't it Potty and Mudblood...together... What can I say ? I always thought that you'll choose her, Potter...For a wizard like you Mudblood is the only suitable girl...
- Shut up !! Shut up, you...you... rubbish-heap !!!! - Harry shouted. Malfoy's eyes widened.
- How dare you...
- I SAID SHUT UP ! Never again will you humiliate Hermione ! Why don't you go back to your Deatheater- father ?!! What, Malfoy ? Are you stiffed or what ? Yes, me and Hermione are together, so ? It's not your business, understood !? And whom do you attract ? Pansy Parkinson ? Well, it's surely a girl of your kind. Now excuse us...me and Hermione are going to have breakfast... - Harry turned to Hermione smiling widely. Draco drew out his wand and was about to cry out some kind of hex at him when suddenly they heard another familiar voice.
- Mr. Malfoy...what's going on here ? - they all turned around to see professor MacGonagall.
- Nothing, professor... - Malfoy mumbled through his teeth.
- Nothing ? Oh, really ?! And seems to me that you were going to put a spell on Mr. Potter
- No ! I...I...
- You what, Mr. Malfoy ? If that's not true then why did you draw out your wand and pointed it at Mr. Potter ? - she nodded at his wand which was still directed at Harry.
- 20 points from Slytherin and a week of detention. And if I'll see again how you're trying to hex Mr. Potter I'll make sure that you'll spend all your free time on a detention. Now go to your dorm.
Malfoy turned around and quickly started to walk back to the Slytherin common room. God, he was so angry ! Harry looked at Hermione who was obviously trying not to laugh in front of MacGonagall. That was very difficult for Harry also.
- As for you, Potter...I must tell you to be careful now. - she leaned forward and whispered. - No one knows about your death and revival...except for the Hogwarts students maybe. You-know-who thinks that you're dead but that's not for a long. Soon he will know that you're alive. You understand me ? You must be extra careful.
- Don't worry, professor, I'll keep an eye on him. - Hermione said.
- Okay, then...you may go.
They both nodded and entered the Great Hall laughing uncontrollably.
- I have never seen anything more funny than that !! Have you seen his face... I thought he's gonna blow !! - Harry said. His face was red from laugh.
- Yeah...that was really funny. - 'Mione said still laughing. - And thank's for standing for me.
- You kidding ?! What am I supposed to do ? Just hear him say such terrible things about you ? No ! Like I said never again will he humiliate you. I promise. Well, let's have breakfast.
The breakfast was over. Harry and Hermione went to their dorms to have a rest before the Ball will start. Mostly they were sleeping. But a few times Harry woke up and started to imagine himself during the Great Ball... He and Hermione dancing...she's smiling at him and holding him tight. He's telling her that she's the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, he's telling her that he love her and then lower his head and kiss her. Harry smiled widely. These images were too good to be true. Again he closed his eyes and fell asleep.
When he woke up it was dark outside of the window. He rubbed his eyes and looked at his watch. It was 19:00 PM. He has got an hour before the Ball started. He took a bath and again he was in front of the mirror trying to do something with his messy hair. But again nothing worked. Harry sighed. " Well, then...I guess there's nothing I can do... " - he thought and started to get dressed. He put on his green cloak and again looked into the mirror. He looked fine but his hair was making him angry... they were not obeying him and were sticking out in different directions. He walked out of the bathroom and looked at his watch again : 19 35.
" I better get down into the common room and wait for Hermione there." - he said to himself. He sat down in an armchair beside the fire and started to think about what he's gonna say to her during the ball. He probadly sat there thinking for about twenty minutes when suddenly the light tapping of footsteps reached his ears. He rose to his feet and turned around to see Hermione coming down from the stairs. His jaw dropped when he saw her. She was wearing a vivid purple cloak, her hair was resting on her shoulders and he noticed a touch of make-up on her face but it was hardly noticable. Her eyes were sparkling with excitement and she was smiling widely at him. Harry felt once again as if he was drunk. He grinned and gave her his hand.
- Wow...you look great ! - he said. Hermione took his hand and smiled even more widely if possible.
- Thank's, you look great too.
- Maybe... but my hair is just killing me... it's sticking out in different directions...- Harry complained.
- I like them that way. Shall we go ?
- Of course. - Harry nodded and slowly they started to walk out of the portrait hole and to the Great Hall not daring to look anywhere else but at each other.
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Sorry for ending this chapter like this, guys ! Well, review anyway !