Loyalty

Part 15- More Bad News

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"Your right, but Ron might be thinking differently."

"We can't loose him Harry."

"We won't." He whispered, pulling her closer. "We won't."

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Hermione felt her body shift up and down in a rhythmic pattern, and she slowly opened her eyes. Staring around, she realized her surroundings as the Common Room, and was lying on top of Harry, his 2 strong arms around her waist.

"Your up." A deep male voice said, causing her to jump, but she soon realized it was just Harry. "Sorry to scare you."

"Oh it's ok. I just didn't expect you to be awake." Hermione sat up and started up the stairs to her dorm oratory. "I'll be right back."

Harry watched as his girlfriend slouched up to her room. Normally Hermione was upbeat and lively, bringing smiles to everyone's face. Now she was dull and dreary, and there was no fire in her steps. Harry was getting a dose of his own medicine, and he didn't like it. After 5 years of moping around, and taking his friends for granted, it was time for him to view it from another person.

"Harry…Harry…"

Hermione interrupted his thoughts, and he looked up to see 2 picture frames in her hand. "Are you ok?"

"Uh…yeah…what are those for?"

She gently set one frame on the fireplace, and handed the other one to Harry. "Happy Christmas."

He took the frame, and ran his thumb across the small engraving below the portrait. 'Love Lasts Forever'.

"Collin gave me the picture." Hermione said, and Harry stared at himself and 'Mione, snuggled up on the couch, fast asleep.

"When did he take this?"

"I don't know." She confessed. "Uh…the one on the fireplace is for Ron."

Harry walked over and stared at the picture he had taken of own 2 best friends. Hermione and Ron were both smiling, wiping ice cream off their noses. "This is my favorite picture of you two."

"Same here." She said. "That's why I had it framed."

Harry stared at it in silence, holding back the tears. "I…uh…got you something too." He said quickly, and pulled out a red, velvety box from behind the tree. "Happy Christmas 'Mione."

Hermione opened the small box and stared down at a simple gold locket. Inside were the words H & H 4 EVER, shimmering in the sunlight. "It's beautiful." She exclaimed, and gave Harry a small kiss.

"I though you would like it."

"You thought right."

Harry smiled and fastened the tiny chain around her neck. "Do you want to go down for breakfast?"

"Uh…I'm not really hungry."

"Well…do you…want to do anything?"

"Not really." She sighed and lay down on the couch, but Harry quickly caught her hand, bringing her back up. "Go get your coat."

"What? Why?"

"Just do it. And then meet me out in the Quidditch Pitch."

Hermione nodded and headed upstairs, while Harry headed outside. Once Hermione was done, she stepped out in to the cold winter air and spotted Harry, broom in hand. "You brought me out here to watch you fly?"

"No." He said. "I brought you out here to fly with me."

Hermione stared at him in disbelief. "I don't think so."

"When I'm up there I feel free. It feels great! I want you to experience that with me."

He mounted his firebolt and stuck out his hand for Hermione. "Do you trust me?"

"With my life."

"Then get on."

Hermione stared at his outstretched hand and hesitantly took it. Harry smiled and helped her on; she threw her arms around Harry's torso, and buried her head in his back.

"It's not bad." Harry whispered. "Don't be scared." He slowly lifted off the ground, and soared through the air.

Hermione slightly lifted her head, and felt the winter breeze blow through her hair. Harry was right, it was great. Being up there almost made her forget about Ron. Almost.

Harry felt Hermione stop shaking and knew she was starting to like it. So he took a few risks. Every once in a while he would turn, and even do a few dives, but nothing too bad. He did want Hermione to get back on again.

'Why have I always been afraid of this?' thought Hermione. 'It feels so good.'

Harry shivered, and flew back down to the ground, not wanting to catch a cold.

"That's it?" Hermione whined. "I was liking it."

"Aren't you cold?" He asked rubbing his hands together. "Cuz I'm freezing. We should go back inside."

"Fine." She groaned. "But we must do this again."

"Deal."

Harry grabbed his girlfriend's hand and started walking towards the castle, but stopped when a tear stricken McGonagal came into view.

"What's going on?" Harry asked panicky.

"Remus is at St. Mungos."

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A/N- mwahahaha….i love leaving everyone at cliffies….and before you review (which I know u will) St. Mungo's is the hospital right? It's not the psycho ward place?