A/N: Hello everyone, I hope you liked it! I might split this into two chapters depending on how I feel about it. I mean it's going by fast and the story is only so far, ne? Anyway, I hope you guys like this chapter, I like it! And H/Hr forever! Pumpkineers all the way! Oh by the way, I can't spell for anything, sorry. Thanks to my BETA, you SO rule! And CONTINUE your story, lest I cut you off.
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Chapter Five
Realizations near Christmas
During the home stretch of preparation time in Hogwarts for the Christmas Formal, Hermione Granger had to leave Hogwarts for some unknown but very important reason. Harry couldn't help be feel there was a great loss there. There was no Hermione. Even the classes weren't as fun not when he used to cheat of Hermione to pass them all anyway, and the walks Harry had were lonely and boring. He looked at the Quidditch Stadium and couldn't wait for Hermione to return. But even all that wasn't it. Something wasn't there when she was absent...Something was just missing.
Then fear began to come upon Harry. What if she was attacked? What if the Death Eaters were going to kill her? They certainly were after him and knew her because of it so what if...? Harry didn't want to think about that. He didn't want to think about the brown haired beauty, cinnamon eyed, spice sented Hermione in trouble. She was far too good to be hunted by a Death Eater. Harry's mind reeled. He was worried beyond belief. What if they...raped her? Certainly she was pretty enough andMerlin did she have a body! Harry shook his head. Now was not the time to think such things.
After his classes were done, that Monday, Harry focused his energies on the Chistmas fomal. By Wednesday Harry had everything sorted out and Hermione had returned. However it wasn't a happy reunion. Her face was pale and she looked utterly shaken when she walked into the room. But when everyone crowded around her she smiled and laughed with the rest of them happy to be back. Harry and even Ron could see something was wrong. Something within her eyes told them that everything wasn't all jolly good with her.
As Harry watched Hermione make her way through the crowd Ron stood up and welcomed her back. Hermione smiled faintly and thanked him. Harry could tell Ron liked that and as far as he could see, Ron had forgotten Hermione's dismay with his own pleasures. Seeing as he did have 'an emotional range of a teaspoon'. Still Harry was watching Hermione and could see her dismay and something was seriously making him upset.
The common room relaxed once more and people went back to doing what they were doing. Afternoon classes were going to start in a half an hour so they were all going about finishing their assignments for the next lessons. Harry, happily, finished his already. Hermione positioned herself in front of Harry and Ron so that no one else could see her. Harry found her position odd as she usually liked to sit in the open and have easy access to all troublemakers. Hermione was still smiling when a tear fell from her eye. Harry and Ron jumped. Harry's heart fell and broke into a million pieces.
"Hermione!" Harry and Ron said shocked and worried. Hermione wiped her eyes and more tears came about. The tears, it seemed, let themselves out.
"Mione! What's wrong?" Ron asked worried. Hermione sobbed and choked. She covered her face in her hands.
Harry realized all to well what Hermione said after Ron had asked "what?" A horrible feeling filled inside Harry as he hugged her to him.
"Death Eaters... killed mum and dad!" Hermione sobbed clinging onto Harry and Ron.
Silence filled the room. Nothing was heard except Hermione's sobbing. It seemed that the whole common room had been listening. A deep pain filled the intense atmosphere of the air in the room. And then all of the common room had come to offer her condolances. Needless to say she was shocked that they were listening, angry that they were listening, and glad that they were listening and cared. Harry held onto Hermione while everyone was over to comfort her, pat her and hug her and talk to her. To Harry, right now all he wanted to do was hold her. A sense of... satisfaction came from this. "No," Harry thought, "satisfaction is wrong. Understanding more like." An understanding filled Harry. They were the same now, as Harry didn't want to admit. Hermione and he, they were almost the same. "Except Voldemort has to die by my hand," Harry thought sadly.
After what seemed liked an eturnity the Gryffindors had to leave to go to their classes. The common room was soon cleared with everyone saying their farewells to Hermione and wishing her well. Harry was grateful to them all, and grateful that they were leaving. He'd have time to spend with Hermione by himself. He was grateful that he didn't have classes like Hermione, this time more than anything. Ron was the last to leave and he was already ten minutes late. He gave Hermione one last tight intimate hug. He held her close and stroaked her lovingly. Hermione held him back. Harry balled his hands into fists. Why did it hurt to look at them...?
Ron soon left Harry and Hermione to go to class and the two Hogwarts Heads went into their common room. Harry let Hermione in first and watched as she sighed as she entered the room. Harry walked slowly over to her and placed a hand on her shoulder. After a few seconds Hermione placed her hand on Harry's hand. She didn't looked at him but sighed. Harry felt worried beyond anything but could do anything to help. It was beyond him.
"It'll be okay, right Harry?" Hermione asked timidly. Harry had no idea. Was it really going to be okay? How do you get over someone who you have known for so long? But Harry nodded anyway.
"Yeah, of course!" Harry smiled. At that moment he felt a little better about saying it, like it would really be true... Hermione smiled and looked up at Harry.
"Alright then!" she said smiling as bright as she could muster Harry figured. "Tell me Harry, what more do we have to do?" Harry laughed.
"That was quick!" he said flopping onto the couch.
"Well, I don't want to cry anymore," Hermione said. "Mum and Dad would hardly like it and it was bound to happen, as much as I hate it. I mean, I must move on." Harry was astounded.
"Are you not sad?" he asked. "I mean you knew your parents and loved them." Hermione nodded sadly.
"Even if I am, the memory will live on. I can still, I can still be happy with the love I have now," Hermione replied.
"Besides Harry, you don't want a mopey date, do you?" Harry chuckled. The things she did suprised him and made him happy.
"Alright!" Harry said amazed that Hermione was so strong. "Right now I have finished all the details. I just need a person good at Charms, that's you and Professor Flitwick, to do the decorations, and then we'll be done." Hermione nodded in approval. She beamed at Harry whose heart fluttered.
"Brilliant," she said, "this should be fun, yes?"
"Yes," Harry said smiling.
Harry went to bed that night thinking over everything. Hermione was so strong. It was... amazing how she could just pick herself up like that and move on. It was amazing how beautiful, yet broken she looked when she cried. The way those crystal tears fell from her beautiful, sad eyes, and the way they fell so softly off her cheeks. It was brilliant how fragile she looked in his arms, when she cried. It made him want more of her. He wanted it, every bit of her body. It called to him, begged him to finally claim her. It made his heart beat madly and wildly with unseen passion.
Harry bit his lip, not understanding why she drew him in like this! He had no idea why she made his heart beat so fast or why he longed for her this way. His mind nearly overloaded with wonder at why she did to him what she did. At why her tears drew him to her, why he wanted her to stop. Why he wanted her to continue, why he wanted to her look at him and smile. It was simply because he was her best friend right? It was because it was only proper for her to...i to what?i0 Why was it, Harry felt, she belonged there? At that moment, why did it feel so i righti0 for her to be in his arms? Harry turned in his bed.
Why was she making him mad like this...?
The last Hogsmeade trip before the ball ended and it seemed to be a big success. At least every witch attending Hogwarts had bought a new dress robe for the occassion. The two Hogwarts Heads didn't get to go on the trip because of the final touches that had to be made to the castle. At least one of them anyway. While Hermione was in the garden area Harry told her he'd be right back and took a secret passage way to Hogmeade. There he quickly bought her a Nimbus two-thousand and one and told the package to be sent at Christmas. After paying Harry ran to the castle and caught up with Hermione again. She was busily working on the gardens but wasn't busy enough to question Harry on why he took so long. Harry made up the excuse that he went to see Dumbledore and got Hermione off his back. The castle, however, looked great thanks to her and Harry was grateful. It looked of the holiday, bright and telling of friends. How a bunch of sparkling lights and tall trees told of friends was beyond Harry, but it just did.
After a fierce snowball fight, which reminded Harry, Ron and Hermione of Fred and George immesely, the Gryffindors went to change into their robes. Harry went into the room that Ron, Neville Seamus and Dean were sharing to let Hermione change alone. There were other girls in there and besides that loads of missle toe and Harry already had a hard enough time avoiding kissing several times on the way out.
Harry changed into his robes after taking a shower using his favourite sandalwood sented soap. His robes were black with deep Jade green lining on the insides and cuffs. He had his formal clothes under his robes, his formal clothes consisting of a long wizard's gown of emerald and black muggle shoes. Harry wore is robes a bit open at the chest seeing as the rest of the guys were doing that. For a second he thought that was how they were to we worn but then realized that's just how they wanted to wear them. At any rate Harry didn't mind. He wore his robes gaping open and his wizards gown a bit open a well. The tones of his robe and gown greatly brought out the shade of his eyes. Harry attempted combing out his air but gave up when the comb broke. So not really caring Harry took a few steps back to examine himself. Harry determined that the chest, although gorgeous in everyway, didn't suit Hermione too well, so he gently hid a bit more of it. He took out his chain with the spell repelling lion on it and let it hang from his neck. Harry determined he look pretty darn good.
Ron's robe were actually not maroon this time but blue, sapphire blue. The colour of the robes fit him well. Neville's robes were chocolate brown, Dean's robes were crimson and Seamus's robes were pale blue, nearly grey.
A few minutes after dressing the boys went into the common room to wait. They noticed people milling about waiting for dates, talking and leaving. Harry recieved a few complements and gave a few complements, Ron did as well and flushed. Ron had to leave to pick up Luna at the Ravenclaw House portrait hole. Ginny came up to Harry and began to talk, er, flirt.
"Harry, you look gorgeous," Ginny said with a slight (cough) hint of flirtatiousness(new word!) to her. Harry grinned but through gritted teeth.par
"Thanks Gin! You look, nice, too," Harry said. In truth Harry couldn't like less of what she was wearing. It was long and yellow, which complemented her hair, but the dress under it was cut way too low and showed way too much cleavage. Ginny laughed and fluttered her eyelashes. She was completely flirting and Harry didn't find it amusing. And to think he used to fancy her..?
"Thanks Harry," Ginny said. "Hey are you absolutely positve you want to go with Hermione? I am a bit, if not far better you know. That's why I won over her..."
Harry frowned and resisted the urge to backhand Ginny.
"Thanks Gin, but not thanks. I am quite pleased with Hermione," Harry replied. Ginny was trying to skive off Hermione! The nerve of her! Ginny batted her eyelashes and Harry was going to heave.
"But did you see the robes she was wearing? They were awfully dreadfull on her. They made her look fat and bloated and the colour isn't good for her. She's going to make you look bad Harry," Ginny said explaining to Harry what she thought. Harry was really trying, really trying not to beat Ginny to a pulp. How dare she insult Hermione in such a way.
"Ginny, if that is your opinion leave it to yourself," Harry said cooly. "Let me decided whether or not Hermione looks the way you say."Even if she did she'd look better than you.
"But Harry..."
"I think what Harry said was clear Gin," a voice said.
Harry and Ginny turned around. Hermione was standing at the foot of the stairs looking drop-dead gorgeous.
"Oh, Hermione! You look... nice," Ginny said quickly. Hermione grinned.
"Why thank-you Ginny," Hermione said smiling brightly. "I'm glad you think so! Is it good enough for Mr. Potter, you think? I had such a hard time making them."
Ginny gulpled and nodded.
"You made them? They're lovely," Ginny said.
"Brilliant!" Hermione said happily, "now why don't you run along and let us older students chat for a while. You can find your date while I sit here and converse withmine." Ginny nodded and said hasty goodbyes before leaving. Harry was very relieved. Hermione giggled.
"Sorry about that Harry. Oh my, but I can't blame her for trying," Hermione said as she admired Harry. "You do look, pardon, but hot. And is that some of your chest I see? My you seem to be growing up quite well. I think I might be falling Harry." Harry loved every single word that came out of Hermione's mouth and laughed gently because of it.
"Wait a minute here Herms, let me look at you," Harry said stepping a few paces away from Hermione.
She was wearing brilliantly crafted robes of deep wine red that were covered in black lace. It gave the elegant, yet utterly sexy look. The robes reached the floor and made a slight path where she walked. Harry noticed her black witches' dress under her robes. Her robes tied artfully to the side of her waist exposing her gown of black. It showed a perfect amount of cleavage, unlike Ginny's, and made it a perfect accent to the whole picture. Harry noticed her wine red slippers under her robe and gown and liked the combination. Her hair was pulled back and braided about half way and the other half was let out to flow in waves down her back. Tendrils fell in front of her face delicately and gorgeously. Harry noticed her earrings were gold to match the chain around her neck and that tucked into her robes. Harry whistled. Hermione blushed.
"And you called me hot? I assume that's the only proper term for you, my dear," Harry said tilting his head to the side gently and grinning. "I bet someone's going to be after you tonight." Hermione giggled delicately. She walked forward doing so.
"I don't think so, I'm notthat pretty," Hermione said gently. Harry stopped Hermione from walking any further by placing his hands on her cheeks.
"Oh, but you are," Harry said, his voice turning deeper. His heart was pounding in his chest madly. The touch of Hermione's skin was petal soft and the sent that infiltrated his senses from her was maddening. It was of cinnamon and spice and it sent his mind reeling and his body acheing for her...
And Harry couldn't deny he didn't enjoy the feeling she caused to bud within him.
Harry let go of Hermione's cheeks and offered his arm. Hermione was blushing greatly but smiled. The pink tint to her cheeks made her beautiful and new. Pride swelled within Harry. It was the second time he made her blush like this. It was a blissfull feeling the way she made him feel. Hermione took Harry's arm and they walked out the portrait hole and into the entrance hall. On the way there they passed couples enjoying the decorations and such. The two Heads beamed at their handiwork. Harry was glad Ron had gone to get Luna or else he wouldn't have had that moment with Hermione. At the same time he wished Ron was there to put his sister in his place. Insulting Hermione... how dare she! Harry took a breath outwards. Hermione looked up.
"What's wrong?" she asked gently concerned. Harry shook his brilliant head.
"It's just...Ginny," Harry stopped talking. Ginny, he felt, wasn't worth the thought, nor the conversation. Hermione made a noise of understanding.
"You still fancy her then..?" Harry looked horrified. He stopped walking and took Hermione by the shoulders.
"Don't say that! Never say that!" he said shocked. "I don't fancy her at all! It disgusts me the way she does what she does." Hermione smiled and gave Harry a kiss on the cheek. Harry blushed furiously.
"What was that for!" he asked suprised. Hermione giggled.
"That was for being mature," Hermione said. She took Harry's arm and they began walking.
"I don't know what I would have done if..." Hermione said quietly, almost to the point where you couldn't hear it.
"Pardon?" Harry asked. Hermione was the one blushing now.
"N-nothing!" she gave a nervous laugh. Harry had the feeling what she said wasn't to be said out loud. His heart began to beat wildly in his chest.
The ball room was exquisite thanks to the efforts of Harry and Hermione. As they walked into the Great Hall their minds were blown away at it's splendor, even though they did it all. Twelve christmas trees shinned with thousands of glittering faeries of red, gold and yellow. Glowing bulbs of irredescent light were shining everywhere making the hall look bright and unreal. People were standing about talking and walking to tables. As they walked past people gaped and stared. Harry and Hermione smiled and walked down the center asile.
"Told you everyone would stare at you," Hermione whispered through her smiling as she and Harry walked arm-in-arm down the row. Harry chuckled.
"It is you, my dear lady, that they're are staring at," Harry muttered nonchalantly.
He loved the feeling he got when Hermione blushed as she did. It made her look so cute and so...sexy. Harry's heart pounded madly in his chest. Sexy? Since when did best friends think their best friends were sexy? Wasn't that term for guy to girl relations? And wasn't he in a guy to girl relation right now? No! Yes- but it was indecent. But at the same time, wasn't she really that hot? Hot enough to be called sexy? Hermione gave a faint chuckle and leaned closer to Harry.
"You're such a flirt," she said swatting Harry's arm. Harry laughed gently.
"Aren't I supposed to flirt with you? You are my date after all Hermione," Harry said. The "Hermione" of the sentence was deeper than usual. Hermione blushed furiously. It seemed she had noticed.
Harry and Hermione, now composed, walked to the table Ron and Luna were sitting upon. Ron looked gently less pleased to be there with Luna and Luna was just Luna. Harry and Hermione didn't notice there were still stares coming from all over, but more discreetly this time. Ron seemed to noticed and didn't seem too happy about it. When Harry and Hermione sat down Ron looked at them grinning. If Harry wasn't correct, then Ron's smile wasn't a bit forced.
"Hey mate, others are staring at 'Mione, they might just try to steal her away," Ron said cooly. Harry had the feeling Ron tried to play it off but meant himself in the process.
"I'll be careful of that," Harry said grinning. Oh would he be careful. "By the way Luna, you look dazzling tonight. You're quite the fashion expert then, are you not?"
Luna smiled.
"Why, thank-you Harry," she said smiling. She was wearing robes of blues to match Ron's. It was quite cute actually.
There was a ringing throughout the Hall. It seemed that everyone was already seated and ready to listen. Dumbledore stood up wearing brilliant robes of magestic purple. He looked utterly happy about the Christmas ball and looked as if he were having loads of fun. Harry knew Dumbledore was proud of Hermione and him for everything they did. Not to mention the teachers were having fun too.
"Welcome all! Now that everyone is here we shall let the dancing commence! After, we shall have a brilliant feast and yet more fun!"
Everyone in the hall cheered. In seconds the Weird Sisters were playing a tune. Everyone cheered once more and began to move to the floor. To Harry's suprise Hermione stood up smiling.
"Come on Harry!" she said excitedly. "It's a Waltz." She extended her hand. Harry laughed and took her hand.
"You realize I don't know how to do this right?" Harry asked while being dragged to the floor. Hermione giggled.
"Well you're going to learn today!" Hermione said smiling brightly. She took Harry off to the side of the floor where few people were. Hermione then placed her hand in Harry's hand and the other on his shoulder. She told Harry to do the same. After she taught Harry the steps to a waltz she smiled. After a few minutes of experimenting Harry completed his task.
"There! See? You knew all along!" Hermione said happily. "You just had to get it all back. Let's go." Harry this time led Hermione onto the floor to waltz. Hermione beamed.
Needless to say three songs down they were still dancing. After the fourth ended both Harry and Hermione tired and hot went to get something to drink. Harry showed Hermione to her seat before setting off to get the drinks. His thoughts were completely on Hermione. Her hands were so soft and she smiled so gorgeously. She looked so happy dancing with him. Harry ejoyed the feeling, every single moment of it, she gave him. Her body was so close to his at the end of the third song. Her sent intoxicated him, drugged him, made him want more. It was like an exotic dream and she was the erotic fragrance that made him never want to leave. Her spicy smell only matched her wit and fit her perfectly. And now there was no denying it. Something about her,everything, about her made him thick in fragrant desire. Hewanted her. He wanted her more than just best friends. He wanted her as a man wanted a woman.
And yet there was more to that. She was everything in a woman he wanted. Beautiful in his eyes, kind, loyal, smart, intellegent... perfect. How the list could go on and on! There was something in her no woman had. And to think, he used to like Ginny Weasley? When the goddess of his very being was there in front of him, waiting in the form of Hermione Granger? Howcould he have been so foolish as to choose someone other than her? How he went about choosing Miss, was it stillMiss Weasley? Ginny Weasley was something else, something that didn't satisfy all his needs. Maybe, just i maybe , did she satisfy the physical, manly portion of him but he found out only Hermione could satisfy the emotional, psycological and physical portion of him, Harry James Potter.
Harry walked back to Hermione with the drinks in his hands. It was idiotic how stupid it all seemed now. He was falling for Hermione Granger. Every fiber of his being wanted her, every bloody atom wanted to lay claim to her! How blind could he have been-was he? He watched as she laughed and clapped good naturedly at Neville and Luna, while Ron and Lavender danced close by. She was beautifully crafted by God and Harry thanked him for finally being able see her for what she really possesed.
A familar yet unpleasant sent washed over Harry. It smelled flowers, flowers tainted by green jealousy. A sinking feeling came over Harry as he stopped in front of Hermione with the drinks.
"Harry I saw you dancing greatly out there!" Ginny said smiling. She gave Harry a tight hug from behind pushing him forward and consequently pressing her breasts against Harry's back making him drop the drink he was holding. Harry was grateful he had not landed on top of Hermione but shocked at what had happened. The liquids spilled over Hermione's front and lap. Harry looked abashed. Hermione looked a little upset.
"Oops, heehee, sorry Hermione. I'm so clumsy," Ginny said not really sounding sorry at all. Hermione shrugged and waved her hand over her front to get the drink off. It disappeared. Hermione got out her wand.
"Scorgify," she said gently. She smiled. "It's fine Gin, wouldn't want Harry to have fallen on top of me with the force you nearly knocked him down with." Harry felt himself almost blushing at Hermione's words, because his mind was at a rather inapproriate place, but wouldn't. Not in front of Ginny. He noticed a look from Hermione that told him to push her words a bit further.
"Yes Ginny, do be more careful. I could have fallen on top of Hermione and people would have gotten the wrong idea about her and I," Harry said in a matter-of-fact tone of voice. Hermione giggled and Ginny frowned.
"I don' t think that people would! I mean they allknow nothing will ever go on between you two. It's just like you and Ron, Hermione," Ginny said. "Everyone thought you two should be together." Harry knew very well what Ginny meant and begged to differ.
"Gin, last year Ron and Hermione stopped the fancy to eachother," Harry meant Hermione stopped fancing Ron, but it didn't matter anyway, "because they realized that there was better people for them. See? Luna Lovegood would gladly go with Ron. They stopped the train before it went to fast and jumped off. And as their best friend, I am proud of them," i not to mention bloody relieved, "so please don't bring up that subject up with either of them, nor with me. If either of them do not wish to speak about it than neither do I. Besides Gin, where is your date?"
"I said he could dance with another for a song. I came to find you in the meantime," Ginny replied, her face redding with anger.
"Well perhaps you should go find someone to dance with in the meanwhile. I can't go with you as I have to get more drinks for Hermione and myself. Now, if you'll pardon me," Harry said smiling gentlemanly-like. Ginny looked furious and stormed off. Hermione stood up slowly and dusted off her robes and gown gently. She walked over to Harry and gave him another kiss on the cheek. Harry smiled cutely.
"That one, if you were wondering, was for showing Ginny," Hermione said softly. "She's really after you, isn't she?" Harry nodded sighing.
"Quite rude of her to do that to you. I mean even if youcould clean it, the gesture was just uncivil," Harry said frowning looking at Ginny's retreating figure.
"Unlady-like," Hermione corrected. Harry grinned looking at Hermione.
"Right, here let me get you a drink so we can dance some more," Harry offered. Hermione nodded and waited for Harry's return, swaying with the music.
Harry was a lot more upset than he let onto Hermione. What Ginny did, what she wasdoing was simply unacceptable! Did she think he'd enjoy watching Hermione get skived off and hurt? Maybe when he fancied her, he would have thought her actions slightly appropriate, but even so, now... eventhen it would have been mean. Ginny was Hermione's friend! Did jealousy really cause Ginny to do this? What she was doing certainly wasn't driving him to fancy her again. That, that was past, nothing more to be said.
Harry turned and walked back to hand his date her drink. She was speaking with Professor Sprout amibly and waved when she walked away. Hermione was so nice, lady-like and gentle. She didn't advance on anyone, nor did she try to get anyone's attention. That was what she did all on her own. That was what made her special. From first year by her brains to seventh year by her beauty and wit, she captured everyone's attention. Even his...specially his. Hermione looked up when Harry offered her the drink.
"Thanks Harry!" Hermione said smiling. She sat down again and sipped her drink. Harry did the same, smiling. In a seconds' time they had finished and were ready to dance again. Harry nodded to Ron and Luna as they had come back from dancing. Luna looked happy and Ron looked, oddly enough, satisfied.
"You go Ron!" Hermione said to Ron as he passed. "Treat her right!" Ron flushed greatly and Luna laughed. Harry and Hermione made it to the dance floor as the music changed. It was a slow tune that caught the mood of romancing. Harry thought it was perfect. Hermione would be dancing with him in a slow romantic rythm. The thought sent butterflies into his system. Merlin, was he happy about it! Harry positioned a hand on Hermione's waist and the other one within her own. Hermione looked up at Harry smiling but with a hint of pink to her cheeks. Harry felt as if he were going to melt as she pulled closer to him a bit and started dancing.
Soon Harry took the lead and danced. Hermione was close, but not close enough, for him anyway. She smelled so fine, he wanted to taste her, wondering if she tasted as good as she smelled. It was nearly too much for Harry when he started thinking about her soft hair fluttering on the pillows and the touch of her tender body rubbing against his and then his name, so tender and wanting on her lips. It was nearly too much for Harry, just nearly. And nearly wasn't too much. The space between them was far too distant!
Harry pulled Hermione closer, as close as they could possibly get without it looking to terrible indecent. Harry hoped she would not push away, that she would stay close and hold onto him like he was holding onto her. His hopes were realized. Hermione pressed closer to him, squeezed her hand in his and let her head fall upon Harry's shoulder. Merlin, did Harry feel like he was in heaven!
Her, height which was Harry's ideal height made it perfect for him to carry out his idea of romance. Harry would never admit this to anyone but he always wanted to lean down to kiss the girl of his dreams. Just gently tilt up her head and lean down, just a bit to capture her lips. How he longed to capture Hermione's lips! Just by the sight of them, they looked soft and tender. How he wanted her! And her sent, her sent caught him blissfully in a trap of desire. He never realized he wanted to drown before, either, because he felt like submirging himself into her and leaving himself there. Merlin, her breasts were on him! She was so close and so delicious! Damn manly physical attraction!
The beautiful slow song ended and Harry led Hermione out of the Great Hall and into the gardens. How that song actually caused him unhappiness when it ended was beyond him, but it did. It was the longest, most pleasant, three and a half minutes of his life. Harry led Hermione out into the gardens. The gardens were magnificent!The trees and bushes were glittering with sparkling lights everywhere there was some sort of fairy light. Still the mood was soft, like gentle romance.
Harry looked up and noticed it was snowing but it wasn't snowing anywhere around the gardens. It fell around the gardens creating a soft glowing image. Harry figued it was the teacher who had put up the invisible wall. It was beautiful. It made the gardens pefect at winter, and it was warm inside. It was beautiful nonetheless.
"Thanks Harry," Hermione said gently. She walked over to a stone fountain and sat down looking at the water glow. Harry returned his attention to Hermione.
"Thanks? For what do I owe the honour of your gratitude?" Harry asked suprised. Hermione blushed a bit.
"For making me feel safe back there, while we were dancing," Hermione replied still blushing. "I felt perfectly safe from everything...every...thing..." Harry walked closer to Hermione as she had tears forming in her eyes. She tried to hold them back but was failing, again. Harry's heart was pulling toward the distressed brown haired beauty and he walked to her and sat down. He scooped her up in his arms and held her tightly. Hermione sniffled, trying to hold in the tears. That was the last thing Harry wanted her to do.
"Cry Hermione," Harry said stroaking her hair gently. "Cry out every tear you have in you. Cry out all your terror, all your pain, all your sorrow." Hermione weeped.
Harry just sat holding Hermione paitently. He just sat, waiting for her to stop crying. He told her to keep going, to let it all out. He knew it worked. Last year, during the summer, he had cried. He was beyond all comfort and needed an out let. Before he knew it, he was crying, crying for everything that had happened and was happening. And he let it all go. It worked. Harry had felt utterly and completely better. All she needed to do, was crying. Couples passed and looked questioning, but Harry shook his head and gave them a stern look. He wanted Hermione to cry in peace.
Harry felt his goddess' head move off his shoulder and he let go of her. Hermione wiped her eyes with a conjoured rag and sighed. Harry stood up and faced away allowing her time to compose herself. His robes were soaked but they were black so it didn't matter. He took out his wand and thought of the 'clean up' charm and dried his robes. Thank Merlin for non-verbal curses, charms,anything. Something just hit Harry. Hermione had preformed wandless magic! When Ginny had spilled the drink on her, Hermione waved her hand in front of her and the liquids on her front disappeared! She didn't realize it and took out her wand! Merlin was Hermione amazing!
"Harry," Hermione's gentle voice said. Harry turned around smiling.
"Feeling better?" Harry asked. Hermione nodded smiling brightly.
"Thank-you so much, it made me feel loads better," Hermione replied. "Sorry, for ruining your night though, Harry." Harry laughed heartily.
"Ruined it? Hardly little Miss Granger! I feel great! I know that you really feel better now!" Harry said smiling. "That is, Herms, my greatest concern." Hermione smiled and ran to Harry. She hugged him tightly. Harry flushed. His inappropriate thoughts were becoming intoxicating.
"You're so awesome! Harry, you're the best!" Harry grinned. He pulled apart from Hermione and looked into her eyes.
She caught him blissfully off guard again and she did it by doing nothing. Harry could tell she wore no make-up and loved how she was all natural. He could also tell she wanted something, someone Harry hoped, and that she was beautiful. More than her intoxicating sent, it was her very essence, so pure, so light. Every feature of her face was perfect, from her eyes to her slightly freckled nose to her delicious pink lips. Harry had to fight the tightening in his loins, she made him want her so much! Something had to be done about it. He had to tell her!
"You realize Hermione that I,"I want every part of you, "I am a young man,"and want to snog you senseless, "and you aren't making this easy for me,"forget snog, I want to shag you senseless, "and I'm trying very hard not to go too fast. But Hermione," if I don't take you soon I might die, "you're making this awfully hard," Harry said trying to block out his naughty thoughts and failing.
Hermione suprisingly giggled.
"Harry Potter, whatever are you talking about?"
I need to taste you, right now. Every last drop...
Harry tilted his head down slightly. His eyes closed half-way and his long lashes made his look, sexy. They lightly covered his brilliant green eyes. He gave Hermione one more look, one spilling over with manly sexiness, one that made Hermione intake a sharp breath. Harry leaned in a bit more, closing his eyes and pressed his lips softly to the very side of Hermione's delicious mouth. His lips stayed there for a second before straightening his back.
Harry thought Hermione would protest, not like that would have stopped him anyway, but when he opened his eyes a look of gentle, innocent pleasure was on her face, playing delicately with her features. Harry's heart swelled. She actually enjoyed it! Hope filled within him. Was she, i didi0 she fancy him like he fancied her? Harry wanted to kiss those lips of hers so bad...but he couldn't risk it. He gently brushed his thumb against her lips, savouring the softness of their touch. Harry's mind was reeling wondering if her body was this soft. Hermione's eyes opened slowly and she blushed furiously. Harry chuckled softly.
"Hm, I guess, I got carried away," Harry said his voice deep and gentle. Harry really wasn't sorry at all. He'd do it again if he wasn't so worried about her safety. Harry noticed Hermione bite her lip gently and look up at him. Harry wanted to bite her lips for her, but resisted. A smiled crossed her lips as she stood up on her toes and went to his neck. She gently nuzzled it. Harry's arms instantly rose to Hermione's hips to pull her closer. Harry felt his knees about to give way as he felt the sharp nip of Hermione's teeth on his skin.
Why in bloody hell was she doing this to him! It was torture!
Hermione gently pushed out of Harry's arms and started back to the Great Hall. It smelled of delicious food. A smile crossed his lips and his heart was pounding. This was either a robot replacement for Hermione or a very sexy one. Harry preferred the second one. Merlin, she was driving him crazy. Was she playing some sort of, rather erotic, game? If she was, Harry was all for playing. If she wasn't Harry still wanted to play.
Harry caught up with Hermione and took her arm in his. If this was a game, she was going to be in for a surprise. A very, delicious one...
"Hermione Granger, I daresay you had better find proper intentions lest you take more than bear," Harry said smoothly.
"I daresay I can bear more than you can dish out, Mr. Potter. Now why don't you stay away from the fire, lest you want to be burned," Hermione said cooly as she squeezed Harry's arm tighter. Harry made a noise of slight interest although he was very interested. He had now, completely fallen for the temptress, goddess, best friend Hermione Granger.
"But I bet," Hermione said softly, "you want to be burned." Harry loved how she pulled herself into his trap, and didn't even know it. Bet she was smart saying that, well here was one for her.
"However did you know?" Harry asked deeply. "But I'm not the only one Hermione Granger," Harry bent his head lower to reach Hermione's ear, he whispered seductivly. "You want to be burned by me..."
Harry and Hermione danced a few more songs, ate dinner and danced some more, acting like nothing happened. But Harry could wait until it was all over. He could wait until he got her into the room and- wait a minute, he was going a little too fast there. What if she didn't like him like that? I mean even if she did, that was going a bit too far. Harry's innaproriate thoughts really were getting to him.
In an hour or so the ball finally ended. People had to get home the next day, it was the start of vacation. The professors were all very grateful and thanked Harry and Hermione for their wonderful job. Harry wanted to hurry and leave. Finally Harry got his wish and he and Hermione were at the portrait hole. After entering people said their goodnights and complemented Harry and Hermione. Thanking them, the two heads went to their room.
Harry was lightheaded for a few seconds because of Hermione. For one thing, she had flug him onto a sofa with a crafty levitation spell and secondly because she had flug herself onto him and began to kiss him madly. All Harry knew was that her lips were on his and she was feisty about it. After Harry was able to register what was going on he began to kiss her back slowly. He gained a groan of frustration from Hermione. Harry chuckled against her lips.
"A bit impatient aren't we?" he asked lightly. Hermione pouted and climbed off Harry looking away.
"You don't understand," Hermione's voice was gentle. "I've been waiting to do that for ever. I've been waiting for you to recognize me for ages. And when I thought you fancied Ginny I went to Ron... I lo-"
"I love you too Hermione Jane Granger," Harry said taking Hermione's lips once more. He was satisfied for the time being. Her lips were so tender and soft and delicious. He was glad she loved him like he did her and this kiss was enough to keep him good for the night but who knew what he'd feel like tomorrow?
A/N: Hello everyone, just reminding you to review...heehee and I hope you all liked the now satisfied Harry... well he won't be completely satisfiedunitil... wellyou know. But not making any promises. You are just goingto have to wait. But I can promise this, if you like slightly aroused Harry's you'll get yourself a slightly aroused Harry. It all depends on you! Cheers!
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