A/N: Omg, I am soooo sorry for the wait! I wanted to make this chapter really special, and I did. Oh, and i'm afraid of flames, so please, none of those XD I really hope that you like this chapter, and i'm having a bit of trouble with ideas for the next chapter, so if you would, people, please send in your ideas, and i'll dedicate the next chapter I write to ya, thanks peoples!
Fall for Hermione chapter 9
Harry and Hermione sat on the couch for a little while, before Hermione got up, getting out of Harry's grip.
"Harry, professor McGonagall said that the other Gryffindor's would be up here, but their not. We can't stay here." Hermione started to walk towards the door, when all of a sudden, a chilling wind striked the room. Harry remained unscathed, but after the wind ceased, Hermione collapsed to the ground, not moving an inch.
"H...Harry, h...help me..." Hermione's body went limp as Harry tried with all his strength to help her.
"Hermione! Don't go! Don't leave me here! Please, Hermione!" Harry held Hermione in his arms, he didn't want her to leave him. His face was stained with tears of pain, sorrow, and rage. After a few minutes of no response from Hermione, Harry let go of Hermione's robe's, and stood up, looking around for somebody to help him. When he saw that there wasn't anybody there, he held Hermione's cold hands, her fingers lay like over-cooked noodles.
"H...Harry, is th...that you?" Hermione's voice was dry and her breathing was shallow. Her face was a ghostly pale, and she was shaking terribly. Harry gave a yelp of joy, and hugged her tightly, tears rolled down his cheeks.
"Stay close to me. You need to keep warm. Just stay close." Harry was overjoyed that Hermione was alive, well, for the time being anyways. Hermione fell on top of Harry, who landed on the couch. Her hair was falling in her face. Her face still pale.
"There was a freezing wind, then, everything went black, It was like death almost." Hermione was still shivering from the effect of the wind.
"Hermione, are you sure you're ok? I mean, you're still shaking." Harry brushed the hair out of Hermione's face, her eye's were still wet.
"No, Harry, i'm not ok. I'm scared." Hermione whimpered slightly, as Harry placed a blanket over her.
"Hermione, I would die for you. Please, tell me what's wrong." Harry looked Hermione in the face, his hands lay on Hermione's lap.
"Harry, i'm scared, please, stay with me." Hermione's voice wavered as she spoke.
"I would stay by your side even if Cho Chang walked right in here and asked me to marry her." Harry kissed Hermione, her skin was still cold.
"Harry, you are the best. I love you so much!" Hermione's eye's sparkling.
"It's true, compared to you, Cho is like thin air. Compared to you, it wouldn't matter if Cho was the last girl on earth." Harry snuggled up close to Hermione, her skin colour was coming back to normal.
"Harry, you truly do not know how much that means to me." Hermione whispered, as the other Gryffindor's finally filed into the common room.
"Where were you? We were all looking for you!" Some of the other Gryffindor's shouted at the couple, Hermione was on the verge of tears.
"Professor McGonagall said that you were up here!" Harry shouted, a lot louder then he had expected.
"SO? YOU SHOULD'VE HAD SOME HINT AS TO WHERE WE HAD GONE WHEN YOU ENTERED!" One of the older Gryffindor's shouted back, Hermione hid carefully in the blanket.
"WELL, HERMIONE GOT ATTACKED, AND I HAD TO DO SOMETHING!" Harry's voice was so loud, the glass window's in the tower shook violently. Some of the younger Gryffindor's quivered in fear, and hid behind the older one's.
"Really...where is she, what happened?" One of the older kids asked, looking around the room. Harry slowly pointed to Hermione, who was now shaking under the blanket.
"Are you ok Mione?" A few of the other Gryffindor's walked up to Hermione, Harry clutching Hermione's hands.
"Leave me alone!" Hermione stormed out of the tower, and down the cement stairs. Harry stared awstruck as he watched Hermione bound out of the tower.
"Well nice going Potter, you made Hermione leave again!" One of the older seventh year students shoved Harry to the ground.
"Hey! He hasn't done anything!" Hermione appeared back up the stairs, Crookshanks in her arms.
"Hermione! What did he do to you?" The seventh year asked her.
"Don't you ever listen, he hasn't done anything!" Hermione ran over to Harry, helping him up.
"Whatever, we don't buy that crap!" Some of the older students shouted, as all the students slowly left the common room, either up to their own dormitories, or out of the room completely, leaving Harry and Hermione alone once more.
"Well, Harry, now, we're alone...once more." Hermione cuddled up next to Harry, her arms on top of his shoulders.
"Nice. Hermione, I was meaning to ask you, well...would you really consider...er..I mean..." Harry blushed a deep crimson as he twirled with a bit of Hermione's hair.
"Harry, what is it? Is something wrong?" Hermione looked lovingly into Harry's eyes.
"I was wondering, maybe, if you'd consider, maybe, er...going out sometime?" Harry pulled Hermione close to himself, and gazed into her soft brown eyes.
'Oh Harry, I thought you'd never ask!" Hermione lept onto Harry, making him stumble backwards a bit in shock. Harry, feeling slightly more relieved, hugged Hermione tightly, and kissed her gently, as he felt Hermione move slightly in his grasp.
"R...really? I...I...er, I mean, g...great!" Harry blushed again, not letting go of Hermione.
"When, exactly do you mean?" Hermione asked sheepishly, her voice wavering slightly as she spoke.
"How about tomorrow at the Three Broomsticks? I bet that there won't be too many people there, because of the Quidditch game between Ravenclaw and Slytherin." Harry kept Hermione in his arms, rubbing his fingers down her arms lightly.
"Oh Harry, that's perfect! Oh, I can't wait, Harry, you are perfect! I love you so much!" Hermione kissed Harry, causing him to loose his balance. The couple fell softly on top of a red leather armchair, Hermione on top of Harry. Hermione, however, was enjoying this, and snuggled in close to Harry, stroking his short, black hair, her fingers running through the thick forest of Harry's hair.
"Hermione, for you, i'd do anything. Trust me, I would. You make my heart swell with joy, whenever you appear in the same room as me, you make my world move, you would never believe how hard it was to ask you out. Hermione, I love you." Harry's face was so close to Hermione's, that their nose's almost touched. Hermione's eyes glistened with tears, as Harry pulled Hermione into a soft kiss, Hermione thought that no matter what happened, Harry would always be there for her. Protecting her from harm. Their love was forever, and that's the way it would be. Shortly after they broke apart, Hermione rested her head on Harry's chest, he hair falling over Harry's shoulders and face. She hugged Harry gently, as he carefully swept Hermione's hair off of his shoulders. Hermione kept silent for a moment before she spoke again.
'Harry, so...at the Three Broomsticks...what time? I mean, it has to be a Hogsmeade weekend...I guess." Hermione gripped Harry's hands, her eyes gave away her fear.
"Well, there is a trip next weekend, I guess we could go then. However, that's when the Quidditch match is, so Dumbledore might change it." Harry grinned at Hermione cuddling her affectionally. Hermione swayed a bit, before landing back on top of Harry's chest, he gave a small jolt of surprise as Hermione snuggled up close to Harry. A few, loving moments later, the adorable couple wished that this romantic feeling would hover wistfully over them forever.
"Harry, did I ever tell you that I loved you more then anything in the entire world?" Hermione blissfully swept her hands through Harry's thick shaggy hair.
"Only about a million times, but each time, the meaning becomes stronger, each and every time." Harry's voice lingered. Feeling more mischievious, he grabbed Hermione by the waist, and playfully jerked her onto himself, causing the pair to tussle off the chair, sprawling onto the braided rug that lined it. Hermione was now officially in the mood to play. She pounced back on top of Harry, togetherm they rolled back and forth across the rug, careful not to hurt the other. Harry quickly grew bored of that little game, and seized Hermione's wrists, making sure that she could not struggle. He flipped back the hair that toppled onto Hermione's gorgious face. Almost in an instant, the playful lovers soon found themselves channeled into the mystical world of love. Harry soon found himself kissing Hermione passionately, his lips pressing against hers, his hands clutching Hermione's neck, causing her to be trapped in the kiss. Her hands now free of Harry's feeble grasp, she had placed them across Harry's neck and shoulder region. Hermione's feet lay tangled against Harry's, their bodies, Harry on top, Hermione below, lay stacked together, being still on the plaid, braided rug. The kiss lasted for several long minutes, as the couple wishing hopefully that the romantic feeling would never cease. when loving pair broke apart, Harry smiled a bit, before gazing deep into Hermione's eyes. The young girl still lay on the groundm but took the oppertunity to gaze back. Hermione's eyes sparkled with delight, as Harry's playful blue eyes glistened as he placed his hands on Hermione's delicate shoulders. The sudden loving grin that appeared on Hermione's face, gave away her enjoyment, even though she still remained sutle.
"Hermione, are you sure that going out is a good idea? I mean, what about Ron?" Harry prayed desperatly that Hermione wouldn't get mad.
"Harry, you're starting to sound like me, and I told you before, who cares about what Ron thinks, i'm the one who will have to put up with you when we eventually get married. I'm the one who loves you, and I always will be. Harry, you know that Ron speaks in jest, he has yet to find a loving mate, but he won't find her in me." Hermione laughed, and pulled Harry back on top of herself, pressing her head against his chest, sighing deeply.
'D...did she j...just say, eventually, m...married? Oh my god!' Harry's mind raced with thoughts about his wedding, now that Hermione just said what she did, he was pretty confident about themselves. As if she was reading her mind, Hermione grinned, and looked up at Harry's pale face.
"Yes Harry, I said, 'Eventualy married.' I plan to get married, and if anything, it's going to be with you. I love you, and I dream about the wedding every night. I've got it all planned, but I must warn you, you vicious beast, we have to complete our Hogwarts education first, so be prepared to wait, lover-boy." Hermione snuggled in closer to Harry, noticing the shock on his face.
"H...Hermione...m...married...me? L...love...m...married...H...Hermione...me...love...oh my god." Harry was stuttering so bad, his sentences weren't at all comprehendable.
"Yes Harry, I said that I want to marry you. I love you so much!" Hermione kissed Harry again, just to make sure that he got the message.
"Hermione, you are more then perfect, you are...are...well, there are no words to describe it, but I would be honored to accompany you as your husband. Gladly, forever, and always, Hermione. Hermione Potter, that has a nice ring to it. I love it, and I would be more then joyous to give you that title." Harry's face glowed with new hope.
"Oh Harry, you are too good!" Hermione hugged Harry very tightly, as she cried into his shoulder. Harry rubbed her back lovingly, and comforted her softly. Maybe their love was still going strong, but this time, it was stronger then ever.
A/N: Ok, so I, personally, really enjoyed writing this chapter, but I need ideas for the next ones, so if you have any ideas, please submit them, thanks in advance. I truly appriciate it, thanks.
