Chapter 2 Christmas Eve 2
"Harry wake up"
"Mione… ?"
He gasped, realizing that the person he could always and only call his sister, had just thrown herself on his bed, straddling him as she shook the sleepiness from his brain
"Mione WHAT THE HELL?"
"…."
"Mione… whats wrong"
She tried to stop the tears from showing, but it was a fruitless cause
"He did it again Harry….. He did it again".
Realization hit the Wizarding saviors head like a sledgehammer.
"Oh"
"…"
"so…"
"Why Harry, why does he have to do this now, of all things"
He sat up, and hugged the sobbing female to his chest.
"I'm moving back to my rooms at Hogwarts in two days, I don't need this… not now"
"I know Mionie……………… Mionie?"
"Hmmmmmm?"
He crossed his legs, accessed his glasses from the shelf above the bead, and moved the straddling figure to sit at the head of the bed with him.
"I think you should tell him…….. He has a right to know"
She gaped at him, her ability to speak shortly remaining unused. Gulping, her voice shook out…..
"But… but Harry! I don't plan on telling anyone, and you only found out…."
"Because I haven't learnt to knock before I enter, I know I know"
He involuntary shuddered, remembering finding his friend in that shocking tangle of limbs only days before.
"Bah, its not like your Mr Innocent and all, the evidence of that is sitting in the cradle downstairs."
Lightly ribbing her, he retorted………..
"Excuse me, Miss Godmother, but that EVIDENCE has a name you know"
"Beside's the point. YOU, Big Shot, are the only person who knows, and I intend on keeping it that way."
He scowled, but there was no way from hiding from the smile in his eyes.
"And pray tell "Professor", what if I suddenly let it slip?"
"Then I will use my position as Assistant Potions Mistress to find the most horrible way to boil you alive, from the inside out………. And then use it!"
They both laughed, not trying to hid the yawns that began to enter their lungs
"Well I better be going, to my own room. I don't think Mrs Potter will be very pleased to find her bed being occupied by another woman."
"Mionie, its Gin, its not like she is going to be upset, she knows where we've come from….."
"Yes but still…."
The silence lingered too much for both their liking
"Well, you better get some kip, "Professor Granger", you know what Fred and George are like on Christmas morning."
"Harry, Don't call me that. It's hard enough with students, but with my own friend….."
"Come on Hermy. It's not like that is going to be you name for much longer"
Her eyebrows arched, a question spreading over her features.
"What do you mean Harry? If you're talking about Ron…"
"No, not Ron. I just thought, after what I saw, that maybe……."
Realization slowly seeped into her being.
"Oh Harry, its' not that serious"
"Really? I would think that for you , SLEEPING with him IS serious!"
She gave him a glare that would chill the blood of any stranger, but being a friend Harry remained unscathed.
"Harry, he is not that kind of man. After 22 years tied to a double sided cause, he's never going to make such a long time commitment again. "
"Now Mio..""
"No Harry, I've resigned myself to the fact that that is all I'll ever be able to get out of our relationship, and frankly I'm happy. I've been blessed to be let into his life so far, and I don't want to bethrown out on my arse by saying that I "need" a commitment from him".
He chuckled, looking at his friend of 13 years
"Protest all you like girl, just go get some sleep"
She rolled her eyes, giving in to the raven haired clout, as she twisted the knob on the door.
"Alright, see you in the morning"
"Not if I see you first Mione"
She shook her head in jest, shutting the door as she headed to her guest room along the hall.
Removing the lenses from his eyes, and returning his body to its usual slumbering pose, he groaned, and resigned to himself…..
"And not if HE sees you first".
