A/N: Sorry peoples! I was super busy, reports, and various quizes made me slack behind in my writing. I promise, this chapter is better then the rest. I made sure that I actually took my time with this one. I hope you wnjoy it for what it's worth.
Fall for Hermione Chapter 6
Later that night, Harry quietly crept out of the Gryffindor tower, and down towards the courtyard. He checked his watch, he was 10 minutes early for his meeting with Hermione. He had no clue why she wanted to meet him. All of a sudden, Harry saw a dark figure, racing towards the spot where he stood, Harry was fightened, for the figure, looked exactly like Snape.
"Harry! Harry!" A voice rose from the figure, the voice, however, sounded exactly like Hermione, so Harry relaxed a little.
"Harry! Oh, i'm so sorry! I haden't ment to be late, oh Harry, i'm so sorry!" Hermione gasped, she was out of breath, Harry could tell. Hermione hugged Harry tightly, trying to take some deep breaths. Harry placed his hand tenderly on Hermione's back, he loved her too much to let anything happen to her.
"Hermione, it's ok. I wasn't waiting for too long, only about 30 seconds. Hermione, it's ok." Harry tried to calm the shivering girl down.
"Harry, i'm so sorry!" Hermione was now kissing Harry's face, she had tears running down her pale cheeks.
"Hermione, listen to me, it's ok! You're safe, i'm here. It's ok, shhhh, you're gonna be ok." Harry looked down at Hermione, who was now sitting on Harry's lap, Harry, was sitting on the grass. He couldn't stand to see Hermione like this. He had no clue why she was so emotional. Sure, he knew all about girls, he just KNEW that Hermione had another reason for her behavior, she had NEVER acted THIS strangely before. Sure, she had her moments, especially this week, but she never got all emotional over being a few seconds late.
"Hermione, what did you want? You told me to meet you here." Harry wrapped his arms around Hermione's neck, hoping to settle her down.
"Oh Harry, i'm so sorry! Look, I wanted to tell you...well, ummm..." Hermione blushed a very deep crimson red in the face, and lent down, her nose almost touching Harry's, she couldn't say what she wanted to.
"H...Hermione...are...you, uh, feeling ok?" Harry asked, first, she goes all teary, and miserable, and now, she's all romantic-like, and blushing. He would just never get used to girls.
"Harry, i'm fine, I just called you here because I wanted to tell you, well, I love you more then anything, but with Ron, I just don't think that it's possible for us to have a strong relationship. I'm sorry, but Ron gets all moody, and mad when ever he see's us together. I love you a lot, but please, I hope you understand why we can't be together. It's just too risky. If Ron tell's Snape, then it's over, for sure! I just can't risk it. I love you too much." Hermione kissed harry on his lips, hoping that he'll understand.
"Oh Hermione, I knew that it would come to this! I just knew it! Hermione, please! We don't have to do this! We could work something out! Hermione!" Harry pleaded in tragic despair, he thought that Hermione was being unfair.
"Harry! You don't understand! Oh, I KNEW that you wouldn't! Harry! You men are all the same, you guys never understand! Why don't you just LISTEN for once in your pitiful life?" Hermione yelled, Harry cringed, he knew that Hermione would wake up the entire castle.
"Hermione, please, quit yelling, please." Harry whispered, Hermione turned her back to Harry. She stormed off towards the castle, leaving Harry, desolate and broken-hearted.
"Hermione...come back." Harry whispered, sighing deeply as he sat down again, on the hard, cold ground.
"Potter! I know your out here!" Shouted a sneering voice. Everybody knew that voice, especially Harry.
"Malfoy, you have nothing to do with this!" Harry shouted back. All of a sudden, two cold hands clutched his shirt collar.
"Potter, I just saw Hermi...err, I mean, Granger, run into the Gryffindor tower. I know you caused this, I just know." Draco sneered, his eyes glaring coldly into Harry's eye's.
"What are you talking about Malfoy? Are you saying...you like Hermione?" Harry grinned, as he said this.
"W...what? Granger? N...never!" Draco blushed deeply as he turned his head away from Harry, taking long strides into the castle.
"That was close!" Harry sighed, as he began to walk around the courtyard, making sure that Malfoy had gone fully into the castle before he entered himself.
Harry sat on the edge of his bed, thinking about Hermione.
'Why does she have to be this way? Why can't she just stop these monsterous mood swings? She's been like this for almost a month. Frankly, I don't know why. I can tell when she's in a rut, but now, I know what's going on with her!' Harry thought, as he lay down on his soft, four-poster bed, still thinking about Hermione.
The next morning, while he was in the dining hall, Harry still hadn't come to a conclusion on why Hermione was acting so strangely. He saw Ron and raced up to him.
"Hey Ron, have you seen Hermione?" Harry asked, he was worried about his girl.
"No...I thought that you would know." Ron said, starting to sound worried too.'
"She's usually the first one down here, maybe she's sick..." Harry started to say, his voice trembling with fear.
"Hermione? Yea right! She never get's sick. She could just be upstairs, talking to Ginny...or somebody like that." Ron stated flatly, the worried tone out of his voice, he started to sound calmer. All of a sudden, the entire dining hall became quiet. All eyes were on Harry and Ron.
"W...why is everyone staring at us?" Harry was starting to tremble in fear.
"Mr.Potter, I presume that you and Mr.Weasley will take your seats now." Dumbledor called to the boys, his voice calm.
"Sorry Professor." Harry and Ron called in perfect unison.
Later, when the entire day was through, and the boys were sitting in front of the fireplace, trying not to talk about Hermione.
"Hey boys...did you miss me?" A soft, soothing voice whispered from behind the two boys. However, as soft and soothing as the voice was, it still had a prong af sharpness in it, that was one of those things, that the boys couldn't help but love.
"Hermione, where were you? You missed the entire day!" Harry lept to his feet, embracing Hermione.
"I'd rather not talk about that." Hermione sighed, hugging Harry tightly, burying her head in his chest.
"Hermione, what happened? I mean, we missed you a lot! If this is about last night, i'm sorry, I didn't mean to get you upset, I really didn't!" Harry talked so fast that it took Hermione a minute to actually know what Harry was saying.
"Harry, it's ok. I didn't mean to yell at you like that, I was just a bit ticke,d mostly at Malfoy. You wouldn't believe what he did!" Hermione looked up at Harry, her eyes sparkling with tears. Hermione had one of those personality's, you either love her, or hate her. Harry, however, loved her to death. If looks could kill, Harry would be long gone, from the glare that could burn through heavy metal it you let it.
That night, the two of them, Harry and Hermione, sat in a chair, in front of the roaring fire. Harry was half-asleep when Hermione harsh voice woke him to his sense's. The harsh-ness of Hermione's voice killed Harry's urge to snuggle that warm body of Hermione's. All he wanted to do was cuddle up next to Hermione, and make sure that her delicate head was laying in Harry's broad shoulders, his arm wrapped around her waist. However, that vision was always killed when Hermione's harsh voice kicked into full gear. He sighed, he rerally loved her, he just didn't know how to tell her without sounding stupid.
A/N: Ok, so, it might not have been the best chapter, but it was pretty good, was it not? I'm going away until Sunday, so I won't update until Monday, sorry people. Please review, and remember, I won't update until Monday...at the EARLIEST! So don't expect fast results. Sorry people. Please review in the meantime, I appriciate everybody's help! Thank you my friends, who havehelped me inprove this chapter. Thanks again youguys.
