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AN/ Oh my goodness! Thank you everyone to those who reviewed and you all know who you are! I am very excited about continuing with Stormy Love. I really didn't think it was going to be a successful fan fiction. I know that there are tons of better ones out there, but at least there are people reading this out there.!
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The Hyptransferswirl Painting
Harry fell with a soft thud on the ground. He shivered slightly, getting up from the cold, flat gray stone floor. He stared up, a bright light shielding over his glasses and that same, swirling painting he had dipped his body into.
"What the…" He started to mutter, but a scream echoed off from the cold, gray walls. He was in a square, perfectly cubic stone-made room. A dark, narrow corridor with cone shaped lamps adorned the walls of the corridor. Harry breathed loudly, hurrying down the passageway. There seemed to be nothing ahead, but he kept going. He felt he was getting near to the familiar scream of Hermione, but all the same, awkwardly, it seemed to be getting farther away from his reach.
"Hermione…Hermione!" He called out in frustration, but the scream filled his ear in response.
Finally, after what seemed of hours of running, Harry's knees felt as heavy weights had been tied to each, but he straggled down the passage way anyways. The cone shaped lights twinkling and whipping past his face as he endured the pain building in his legs with every quick straggle he took.
A tremendously giant door stood in front of his eyes, he huffed and breathed loudly and it spookily echoed off the walls. He scurried forward and turned the door knob…
It was a beautiful bedroom, with a huge king sized bed draped in a royal velvety bed sheet; the top was piled with maroon pillows and cushions. Strangely, there was no window, but it didn't matter to the room's beauty. A giant cherry wood Chester stood proud and broad in a corner, a beautiful dressing table was adorning one wall, in front of the four poster luxuriously king sized bed. And shining crystal bowls with floating rose shaped candles, and amazingly fresh rose petals, topped the cherry wood side tables with golden, flexible handles.
But Harry didn't seem to notice any of this; all he could see was the beautiful figure, at the moment of his best friend, Hermione.
He hurried forward and sat on the ledge of the bed. Hermione was lying on the middle of the bed, the candlelight glowing over her face, just to make her look even more warm and gorgeous, but she was freezing, freezing cold. Literally, there were icicles forming in her hair.
"Hermione..Please be alright," Harry pleaded, he sank onto the floor, with Hermione's hand clasped into his own. Very slowly, her almond shaped eyes opened, only revealing warm honey brown eyes underneath.
"Oh Harry!" She shrieked, piling him into her arms, she was hugging him so tightly, Harry was having trouble breathing.
"Uh…Hermione…" He tapped her on the shoulder, with his hands wandering over her waist.
"No Harry! Let it be," She loosened her grip on him, but she wouldn't let go.
"Harry, I love you," She smiled sheepishly. He tilted back and stared up into her eyes, his cheeks flushed bright scarlet, and he fidgeted and pushed her away.
"N-no Harry, not like that, as a—a good friend," She laughed, with tears glittering in her eyes.
"Oh, sorry," He grinned back sheepishly, and moved forward and Hermione put her arms around him again.
"You-you have no idea how much this means to me!" She cried, plucking her lips onto his cheeks, and giving him a warm, juicy kiss.
"Hermione, don't be silly! You're my—you mean a lot more to me than a best friend," Harry wiped off the slob, clearly confused at this action. She had never done THAT before!
"Oh, alright, come on, let's go back," She smiled; she got off the bed and collapsed instantly.
"Hermione! Are you alright!" Harry asked worriedly.
"Yes—no, I mean I'm fine! I-I just sprained my ankle. I'll tell you everything that happened, but let's just get out of here before he comes again---
"Who?" Harry asked suspiciously.
"T.F.A.T.L.O.D," Hermione shrugged.
"Who's that?"
"I don't know, he just gave me his initials. And—well, Harry, I'll tell you! Let's just get out of here," She tried to help herself up, and with a shriek, collapsed back onto the floor.
"Oh come on Hermione," Harry sighed, he signaled her to put her arms around his shoulders and he slowly picked her up.
"OH! You're so heavy!" He managed to choke.
"Am NOT! It's the baby that's heavy, not me," She argued and chattered all the way, her hands waving and swaying over Harry's shoulders, as she twiddled with his collar.
"There, we're here," Harry finally placed her down, and then stared up, feeling as he had been holding a 200 pound weight high up in the air and had finally dropped it onto the floor.
"So…how do we get there?" Hermione pointed to the ceiling, and the dark swirling painting continued to swirl.
"I—don't—know," Harry realized this as he was saying it.
Four hours later…
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"Well, there has got to be SOMEWAY to get out of here!" Hermione squealed, dearly frustrated. They had tried everything, but nothing seemed to be successful.
"Oh look," Harry straightened excitedly, his eyes quickly traveling down the piece of parchment he had dug out from behind a spider web.
"Harry, what is it?" Hermione limped forward, and read over his shoulders.
"The Hyptransferswirl Painting, created by the lord mentioned initials of T.F.A.T.L.O.D. Is a famous port key to the historically beautiful bedroom of Mr. And Mrs. Mckenzie, who, several decades earlier were murdered by the well-know and still-living generation of Lord Voldemort." Hermione was scanning down the paper, skimming down the parchment.
"Oh! Here we are, This cleverly disguised port key is accessible only during the day for exceptional reasoning of T.F.A.T.L.O.D, during the sinking of the sun, the port key makes its way back to the ceiling, only coming in is valid at the time of night. And coming out is only accessible during the sun's glorious rising." Hermione rolled up the piece of parchment and glanced at into Harry's worried eyes with her own.
"It's only 10:06 right now!" He yelped, kicking the stone.
"Harry, calm down. It's alright, at least we're the only ones here," At her words, Hermione flushed.
"I mean—you know, atleast…you know, this mysterious guy isn't around,"
"Yes, Hermione, I get it, okay?"
"So…"
"So let's head back to the room, go to sleep and we'll wake up at sunrise and head back to the shack, okay?" Harry was feeling very uneasy about this, his stomach twisted and knotted, and churned, completely quaked. He felt he was betraying Ginny, but how? It was the fate's fault! It was something he couldn't have controlled.
"But we both can't sleep peacefully! I mean, that isn't some sort of travel lodge! What if someone shows up during the night, and the two of us are snoring away?" Hermione's eyes were a deep shade of red. Her veins could have popped out of her eyes; she must've been sleepy.
"I'll stay awake, besides, you need your sleep," He didn't dare even take a glance at her giant self.
"Harry, I'll limp," She tried to get up and failed miserably.
"Don't be silly, by the time we get there, it'll be dawn already," He smiled, helping her up as her hands wrapped over his neck.
The passage was long but passed away quickly for Harry, as Hermione was chattering away about random things, he'd never been this relieved to see the giant door that led to the bedroom in front of him. He turned it open and closed it behind him, placing Hermione onto the bed and wrapping the blanket over her and himself as Hermione scooted and made him room.
"Thanks," He grinned, and sat next to her, her head lying on his shoulder.
"Harry, are you sure you'll stay awake?" Hermione was fiddling with his fingers.
"I'm sure, Hermione," He grinned down to her and she cuddled closer, and instantly fell asleep.
It was torture, complete torture. He had wished that he had sent Ron as Hermione was seriously in the cuddly, loving mood. He felt mad, why was he so nice? And why was Ron such a—a ferret? He didn't even offer to come along and it's HIS wife! By the hour, Harry was just thinking this over and over again, his eyes half-closed but he had promised he wouldn't sleep.
"Harry?" The silence of the room broke as Hermione's voice cracked.
"Hermione, are you alright?" Harry tilted back to see her whole face.
"Yes, I'm fine. I was just thinking…" She smiled sheepishly.
"What?"
"Harry, I'm having a baby…"
"And, your point is?" She straightened and stared at him, as if he needed wiping of his nose.
"I—I want you to be this baby's godfather," She looked around, looking shy.
"Hermione—I couldn't. That's too—responsible," Harry sunk into the bed, remembering Sirius instantly at the words godfather.
"No Harry, there's no one else in my life I trust more than you," She smiled.
"I'll think about it, but I won't let you down,"
"Thanks, Harry. What would I do without you?"
"Hermione—don't you think you're acting a bit—strange?"
"No Harry. But I've found a new place for you in my liking, you're it's godfather, a second father."
"Oh look, the sun's rising," They hadn't even noticed the time flying by; Harry carried her back to the square, cubic room. And the two of them walked out from it, dipping their bodies into the painting and instantly coming into the shack.
With Ron and Ginny sitting in front of them, their eyes dancing with joy…
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A/N/ AWWW…wasn't that the cutest chapter? LOL…don't worry, there is nothing going to happen between them. But this is an example of true friendship. Since it was Best Friends Forever week where I live, I thought I'd come up with something sweet, and give the relationship of Harry and Hermione a new twist of warm love for each other. Not ROMANTIC LOVE! Just—love!…Can't you love someone and it doesn't have to be your husband right? That kind of love, but Hermione IS passionate about Harry. But that doesn't mean she romantically loves him. With me so far? I hope I didn't put dirty thoughts into some of your minds. JJ
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Thanks for reviewing, once again! I really do notice that I update faster that way, stay tuned and listen to Hermione's story of how in the world she was forced into this port key…
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