Part 2- When Missions Collide

A/N-Well… Here is the next chapter… I have nothing to say… Jessica?

Hi… I am Jessica… yeah… I am sorta writing this with Kaitlyn but I am mostly feeding her ideas when she gets stuck. I also proof read this stuff so if there is any spelling stuff or anything like that… just blame me… not Kaitlyn (even though she is the one who made the mistake in the first place… I am the one who missed it)

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Harry was on a mission. A mission to figure out what was wrong with Hermione. Her image at dinner sort of freaked him out. But when he rounded the corner of the guest room, Ginny motioned him off to the side and into some random bathroom.

"Harry, can I talk to you?" She asked, a panicked look on her face.

"Yeah, what's wrong?"

"Well, uh… I know that you have all those horrible nightmares with You-Know-Who, and I wanted to know how you… cope with them."

"I… I mi… I don't know how to answer that." Ginny's face fell. "Before I fall asleep at night, I think about someone who makes me happy, someone who…" he trailed off in silence.

"Someone who what?" Ginny persisted. "Tell me."

"Oh… uh… It's nothing. So why are you asking me this? Are you having nightmares about Voldemort?"

"No! No…there uh… dreams about my family, and friends. Every night I have a dream where one of them dies in some horrible way, and I'm the one that's killing them. When I wake up, it feels almost real." She shuddered at a mental image, but quickly pulled her thoughts back together. "So, someone that makes me happy? Got it." And before Harry could say anything more, she darted out of the bathroom and down the hall.

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Hermione was on a mission. A mission to stay clear from conversations with two people or less, and from Harry. Everyone had pretty much not questioned her on where she had been, but Harry seemed to be giving her weird looks all night.

Deciding to help Mrs. Weasley with breakfast, Hermione threw on some jeans and started downstairs. But of course, Harry just had to walk right by and stop her.

"Hey, can I talk to you?" He asked, trying to hide the concern in his voice… it wasn't working.

"Not now. I have to go help Mrs. Weasley with breakfast." She said and pushed past Harry, but he grabbed her upper arm and pulled her around to face him.

"Something's wrong Hermione. Why won't you tell me?"

"Nothing's wrong. And if there was, what makes you think I would tell you?" she snapped trying to break free of his grasp. "Let go."

"What's with the change in personality?" He asked, reluctantly breaking his hold. "Is this the new 'Mione everyone gets to look forward to?"

"This is the same Hermione you've always known. Now will you get off my back!"

"Fine. Come talk to me when you have a better attitude."

"When I have a better attitude? You're the one who walked up to me and started this whole conversation!"

"Then let me be the one to end it." Harry fired, and turned his back on Hermione. "Have fun making breakfast."

She stared as he started to walk away, and a wave of guilt instantly washed over her. "Harry, wait…" she sighed, and to her surprise, he stopped "I'm sorry. You're the last person I ever want to be in a fight with, and your right. Something is wrong, but I really don't feel like talking about it right now."

"OK."

"OK? That's all? You're not going to go all crazy and accuse me of keeping secrets from you?"

"No." He laughed. "But when you are ready to talk about it, come to me."

"Deal."

"OK good. Now you can go back down to breakfast."

"Actually… I think Mrs. Weasley has enough help. I'm going to go write a letter to my family."

"OK. I'll see you later then?"

"Yeah… OH! I forgot to tell you that were going to go to Hogsmeade tomorrow for your birthday."

"My birthday?" Harry asked, confused. "OH! My birthday is tomorrow!"

"You forgot?"

"Well after a week of you 'missing' I sort of lost track of time."

Hermione blushed. "You were really that worried about me?"

"Well, yeah…" Harry said, feeling hurt that she thought he wouldn't be. "Me and Ron both were. For all we knew you were lying in a ditch on the side of the road! Everyone was pretty freaked out."

"Oh… I didn't realize anyone was looking for me. And you know how hard it is to find a wizard in America."

"At least you're here now. That's all that matters."

"Thank you, Harry."

"What did I do?"

"You are the best friend anyone could ask for."

Harry's face instantly turned the color of Ron's hair. "Well, your welcome." He said in a fake macho voice. "Glad I could be of service."

Hermione laughed. "You know what? Forget about the letter. Do you want to go get Ron and just… walk around outside?"

"Um… o… k… let's go get Ron."

"And bring your broomstick." She added as they entered the Weasley room.

"Um… why?"

"Because I want to learn how to fly."

Harry inhaled massive amounts of air and started having coughing spasms when Ron's head peaked out the door. "Hey… what's wrong with Harry?"

"Oh he's fine. We were coming to get you so we could go outside."

"Oh… ok."

"Bring your broom."

"Why?"

"Because I want to fly."

Ron chocked on his spit and fell against the wall just as Harry was recovering from his attack. "You w-want to fly? Seriously?"

"Is that so hard to believe Ron?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Hermione you have been afraid of flying for the whole time that I have known you." Harry started in, "So it's a little hard to believe you just changed like that in a month."

"Yeah well Harry, like you said. I have changed. And I think it's time I fly on a broomstick. I mean I am a witch for goodness sake!"

"That's what we've been trying to tell you for 6 years!" The boys yelled in unison.

"Well then lets not waist another 6 years standing here and arguing about it!" She fired back.

"Ok. Lets go."

Harry went to go get the brooms and met Ron and Hermione in the backyard.

"You sure you want to do this?"

"YES! Quit asking me! I thought you guys would want to hurry up and get me in the air before I want down."

"We do. But I don't want to force you."

"I really want to do this… let's get started."

"OK… so we can't let you go by yourself until you learn how to steer properly," started Harry, "So, Ron, which one of us should she fly with?"

"Better make it you Harry. Your better at this than me."

"OK."

Harry mounted the broom and patted the handle in front of him. "Hop on."

With many 2nd thoughts going through Hermione's head, she mounted as if she had no fears. "OK. Now what do I do?"

"Grip the handle like a soccer bat." Ron joined in, and Harry and Hermione burst out laughing.

"What's so funny?"

"It's a baseball bat Ron." Hermione managed to say through a fit of laughter. "Not a soccer bat."

"Whatever! Just grab the stupid broom!"

"OK, OK. No need to get hostile."

Harry grabbed her hands and wrapped them around the handle, putting his own hands over hers. A slight tingling sensation surged through his body, but he passed it off as chills. "I'll help you get going, but then you'll be on your own."

"OK."

"Watch Ron push off… and just follow what he does."

Hermione stared as Ron lightly came off the ground, and soared into the air. She copied and soon was levitating in mid air.

"Good that was perfect." Harry said. "Now to turn. Can you feel my body shifting in the direction I want it to go?"

"Yeah."

"That's all you have to do. It's simple."

Harry let go of Hermione's hands and grabbed around her waist. "You try."

"I can't do this by myself!"

"Yes, you can."

"No, I can't!"

"Well, if you doubt yourself then, of course you can't." Harry said. "Do you trust me?"

"Don't ask questions you already know the answer to."

"OK then. Start flying."

Hermione took a deep breath and slowly started forward on the broom.

"OK good. Now turn left."

Harry felt her body shift slightly and heard Hermione mutter 'yes!' underneath her breath as she successfully turned.

"Good. Now, right."

Another 'yes!' was heard but Harry couldn't get this weird feeling out of his stomach. It came back whenever her body moved against his. 'No I did not just think that. Bad Harry! Bad!'

"Harry, I think we should go back down. It looks like Mrs. Weasley has lunch made or something."

"OK." Harry said with a sad undertone. "Just angle the broom down towards the ground, and stop when our feet touch."

Hermione did what she was told, and landed safely next to Ron.

"You're a natural 'Mione! That was great."

"Thanks Ron."

"Ever thought of Quidditch?"

"Hahaha… no."

"Why?"

"I was scared out of my mind up there!" she shouted. "And I wasn't even by myself."

"You seemed happy." Harry said.

"Yeah because you were behind me and I knew I wouldn't fall to my death."

"Bloody hell. Let's just go eat." Ron whined. "I'm starving!"

"When are you not?"

"Hermione!"

"What? It's the truth."

"I'm a growing man who needs food." He said, placing his hands on his hips and puffing out his chest.

"Harry is a growing man and doesn't eat as much as you… hey… where's Harry?"

Ron and Hermione looked towards the house to see Harry already halfway there.

"Hey wait up!"

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