Disclaimer: No, I still don't own JKR's characters or references to any of the Harry Potter books, but I do own the plot of this story.
A/N: Thank you all you wonderful people for reading and reviewing my story!! It makes me happy to know that people actually want to read my story. This story is kind of where the "adult situations" comes in. Keep R&Ring!
To Live and To Love Chapter 4
Lunchtime went by pretty quickly, with lots of conversation about the events that had been going on over the summer. All of it was news to Harry, but he started to get bored when all of the Weaselys started arguing on whether the Ministry's side or You-Know- Who's side wrote the Daily Prophet. He started dozing off from boredom until Hermione elbowed him in the side.
"Oww," Harry whispered fiercely, "What did you do that for?"
Hermione just put a finger to her lips and got up. When she reached the doorway she turned toward Harry and jerked her head towards the stairs. Harry rose quietly out of his chair and followed about twenty feet behind her, leaving the Weaselys to argue in peace. She disappeared into his bedroom.
With a confused look on his face, Harry entered his bedroom, only to be nearly knocked over by a bushy-haired, madly smiling Hermione. Harry's shocked expression turned into one of pure happiness as he picked Hermione up and twirled her around, still embracing her tightly. Finally they let go and sat on his bed.
"Harry I'm so glad to see you! When you didn't answer my owl I was afraid that you were hurt or something! I couldn't talk to you before because I wanted to talk to you privately, not in front of all the Weaselys and everyone else who is always wandering around in this bloody house. So how have you been? How has your summer been going? Are you OK? Is there anything I can do to help?" Hermione said, barely taking a breath between sentences.
Harry didn't look surprised at the questions, but he could feel his emotions building up inside of him again.
Why would she ask that question?, he thought. Doesn't she know the torture that I have been going through this summer? Maybe she has and idea and just wants to make sure before she asks a tougher question. Still, its kind of insensitive to ask that question so happily. She must know that something is going on, by the way that I arrived yesterday with Moony. Well, if she wants and answer, she is going to get a bloody answer.
"How is my summer going? Do you really want to know how my summer has been going, Hermione? Well, I'll tell you. I guess I'm all right, how good could I be? I saw one of the people who I loved the most die before my eyes while trying to save me. The hand of his cousin killed him, no less. My uncle and my pig of a cousin Dudley treated me like a prisoner of war. I was starved by my "family", not to mention verbally, physically, and mentally abused. Ask me sometime and I'll show you the scars, and I don't mean the blasted one on my head. Even the people that I am the closest to, especially Mr. And Mrs. Weasely, treat me like a time bomb about to go off. I can't control my thoughts. You wanna know the best part about my summer, Hermione? It is the fact that Voldemort is now out and at large. How's that for you?" As Harry spoke his voice rose until he was nearly yelling. Tears were rolling down his already tear- streaked face. Hermione sat there, stunned, and then pulled Harry into another tight hug.
"I'm so sorry Harry; I didn't realize how things have been going for you." Hermione said into Harry's ear, stroking his hair lightly with her hand while rubbing his back with the other. "Wow if I would have known how things were going I would have told Moody or Mr. Weasely or Dumbledore...oh dash it all I would have come to get you myself!"
Harry pulled away and looked at her. "Really? You would have done that for me? Even if it meant that you would have to deal with my cousin and my uncle?" For the first time in a long while, Harry started to see Hermione as a true friend. Hermione, dressed in her favorite black jeans and a Chudley Cannons t-shirt (courtesy of Ron from last Christmas), was really a bloody good friend.
"Yes Harry, I would have done that for you. Ever since first year, I would have done anything to help you if you were in trouble, as long as it wasn't horribly illegal. Oh, what the heck, I would have found a way to help you even if it was terribly illegal." Hermione stopped talking and she and Harry just sat and looked into each other's eyes. It was like they were looking farther than that, though. They were looking into each other's souls. Slowly they began moving towards each other, their heads tilting slightly in opposite directions. They closed their eyes just before their lips touched. Slowly Harry's arm snaked around Hermione and pulled her into yet another embrace as their kiss deepened. It was as if they were in their own little world. Unfortunately, even though time seemed to stop in their world, time did not stop in the real world.
The door burst open and Ron came in, saying excitedly, "Harry you have just GOT to hear about the debate that was going on...Dad thought for sure that he had the best point...I guess we proved him...oh my...umm...er...was I erm...I'll just go."
"No it's OK Ron," said Harry, "Umm...you can come in."
Ron's face must have turned seven shades of red as he slowly made his way from the door to the bed. He cleared his throat and said, "Erm you can hear about it later. Mum says to come downstairs, because Dumbledore is here and he wants to speak with you."
A/N: Thank you all you wonderful people for reading and reviewing my story!! It makes me happy to know that people actually want to read my story. This story is kind of where the "adult situations" comes in. Keep R&Ring!
To Live and To Love Chapter 4
Lunchtime went by pretty quickly, with lots of conversation about the events that had been going on over the summer. All of it was news to Harry, but he started to get bored when all of the Weaselys started arguing on whether the Ministry's side or You-Know- Who's side wrote the Daily Prophet. He started dozing off from boredom until Hermione elbowed him in the side.
"Oww," Harry whispered fiercely, "What did you do that for?"
Hermione just put a finger to her lips and got up. When she reached the doorway she turned toward Harry and jerked her head towards the stairs. Harry rose quietly out of his chair and followed about twenty feet behind her, leaving the Weaselys to argue in peace. She disappeared into his bedroom.
With a confused look on his face, Harry entered his bedroom, only to be nearly knocked over by a bushy-haired, madly smiling Hermione. Harry's shocked expression turned into one of pure happiness as he picked Hermione up and twirled her around, still embracing her tightly. Finally they let go and sat on his bed.
"Harry I'm so glad to see you! When you didn't answer my owl I was afraid that you were hurt or something! I couldn't talk to you before because I wanted to talk to you privately, not in front of all the Weaselys and everyone else who is always wandering around in this bloody house. So how have you been? How has your summer been going? Are you OK? Is there anything I can do to help?" Hermione said, barely taking a breath between sentences.
Harry didn't look surprised at the questions, but he could feel his emotions building up inside of him again.
Why would she ask that question?, he thought. Doesn't she know the torture that I have been going through this summer? Maybe she has and idea and just wants to make sure before she asks a tougher question. Still, its kind of insensitive to ask that question so happily. She must know that something is going on, by the way that I arrived yesterday with Moony. Well, if she wants and answer, she is going to get a bloody answer.
"How is my summer going? Do you really want to know how my summer has been going, Hermione? Well, I'll tell you. I guess I'm all right, how good could I be? I saw one of the people who I loved the most die before my eyes while trying to save me. The hand of his cousin killed him, no less. My uncle and my pig of a cousin Dudley treated me like a prisoner of war. I was starved by my "family", not to mention verbally, physically, and mentally abused. Ask me sometime and I'll show you the scars, and I don't mean the blasted one on my head. Even the people that I am the closest to, especially Mr. And Mrs. Weasely, treat me like a time bomb about to go off. I can't control my thoughts. You wanna know the best part about my summer, Hermione? It is the fact that Voldemort is now out and at large. How's that for you?" As Harry spoke his voice rose until he was nearly yelling. Tears were rolling down his already tear- streaked face. Hermione sat there, stunned, and then pulled Harry into another tight hug.
"I'm so sorry Harry; I didn't realize how things have been going for you." Hermione said into Harry's ear, stroking his hair lightly with her hand while rubbing his back with the other. "Wow if I would have known how things were going I would have told Moody or Mr. Weasely or Dumbledore...oh dash it all I would have come to get you myself!"
Harry pulled away and looked at her. "Really? You would have done that for me? Even if it meant that you would have to deal with my cousin and my uncle?" For the first time in a long while, Harry started to see Hermione as a true friend. Hermione, dressed in her favorite black jeans and a Chudley Cannons t-shirt (courtesy of Ron from last Christmas), was really a bloody good friend.
"Yes Harry, I would have done that for you. Ever since first year, I would have done anything to help you if you were in trouble, as long as it wasn't horribly illegal. Oh, what the heck, I would have found a way to help you even if it was terribly illegal." Hermione stopped talking and she and Harry just sat and looked into each other's eyes. It was like they were looking farther than that, though. They were looking into each other's souls. Slowly they began moving towards each other, their heads tilting slightly in opposite directions. They closed their eyes just before their lips touched. Slowly Harry's arm snaked around Hermione and pulled her into yet another embrace as their kiss deepened. It was as if they were in their own little world. Unfortunately, even though time seemed to stop in their world, time did not stop in the real world.
The door burst open and Ron came in, saying excitedly, "Harry you have just GOT to hear about the debate that was going on...Dad thought for sure that he had the best point...I guess we proved him...oh my...umm...er...was I erm...I'll just go."
"No it's OK Ron," said Harry, "Umm...you can come in."
Ron's face must have turned seven shades of red as he slowly made his way from the door to the bed. He cleared his throat and said, "Erm you can hear about it later. Mum says to come downstairs, because Dumbledore is here and he wants to speak with you."