A/N: Ok, so I KNOW that its been a while since I last updated, but i've been terribly busy. Sorry, but this chapter took me over 25 pages to write, on lined paper. LOL! I added a lot of Harry/Hermione fluff, only because I support H/Hr. XD You really couldn't tell...XD! PLEASE review this chapter! PLEASE!
Fall for Hermione Chapter 11
Harry and Hermione were too involved with each other and forgot about the rest of the Gryffindor students. However, the rest of them were reluctently in Professor McGonagall's class with the Slytherins.
"God where are Potter and Granger? It's not like THEM to be late?" Professor McGonagall asked, a few of the Slytherins laughed.
"They're probably making out in the gryffindor common room." Malfoy shouted from the back of the classroom. Ron hissed in frustration, and Professor mcGonagall blushed. She could fully imagine Harry and Hermione doing so.
"Well, I hope not. Anyways, students, turn your books to chapter 32." Professor McGonagall had trouble with her words, for fear of losing two of her best, and favourite students.
Meanwhile, however, Harry was comforting Hermione. She calmed down, but she was still deeply upset at what Harry had asked her.
"Harry, you know I love you, i've told you that countless times, and I have no problem about us dating, but running away from Hogwarts just to get married? Oh my god Harry! I understand what I said, about wanting to get married, but I distinctly told you that we had to complete our Hogwarts education first! However, I was extremely touched about you wanting me to be your bride, but I think us dating will be enough for now." Hermione's voice was calm, yet noticable cries of sorrow and pain could be distinguished. Harry kissed the tip of Hermione's nose, he understood all right, however, he hated to wait. Also, he was afraid of losing Hermione, quite possibly, to Malfoy. Harry shuddered at the very thought.
"Hermione, please don't be upset, but I love you, and I truly am one impaitent lover." Harry grinned, and tugged playfully at Hermione's hair. She rolled her eyes and laughed.
"Oh Harry, I know, someday, you'll understand that. One day, when we walk down a petal lined aile. We'll be together, forever." Hermione grinned, her hands clutching Harry's, her voice swaying, her eyes glittered with joy. Then, Harry swung Hermione to the side, still clutching her, Harry kissed Hhermione. His lips pressing against Hermione's. Passion ran deeply between them. The romance never died between them, no matter how mad they were at each other.
After about ten minutes, other Gryffindors cautiously crept into the common room, for fear of seeing what Professor McGonagall and Malfoy were saying earlier. When they saw Harry and Hermione, both now in seperate chairs, and fully clothed, they let out a sigh of relief. When Hermione caught their eyes, she grinned.
"What, did you expect us to be making out?" She laughed, Harry rolled his eyes.
"Actually, yes, we were." Some of the older Gryffindors laughed, the younger ones looked embarassed. Hermione threw back her head and laughed. Harry grinned lightly, before going up, to sit next to Hermione.
"Harry, do you even have the slightest clue what Malfoy said in McGonagall's class today?" Oliver Wood asked, his voice serious, and nervous.
"No, but by the look on your faces, we can guess." Harry laughed softly, and kissed Hermione royally, in front of all the other Gryffindors. In an instant, Fred and George started to cheer them on. Everybody else started to politely clap, and the occasional whistle was heard. After the kiss, Harry pulled Hermione up off the couch, and dipped her low, kissing her once again. His lips locking in with Hermione's. Hermione's knee's felt weak, she enjoyed every second of this, she loved Harry so much. When Harry stood her back up, Hermione felt dizzy and unable to keep her stance. She collapsed into a nearby chair, her head was spinning at the misbeliefe at what had just happened.
Meanwhile, Ron was still shouting curses, and hexes at malfoy, in Professor McGonagall's now, literally, enpty classroom.
Back in the Gryffindor common room, Harry and Hermione hadn't noticed, nor cared much about the fact that Ron was absent at this percise moment.
"H...Harry, that...f...felt good." Hermione gasped, her breath had yet to return,
"That's because it was a kiss delivered by yours truly." Harry scoffed, his face glowed with pride.
"Harry, you are way to good!" Hermione was struggling around in the wide leather chair she was sitting on, for it was way too uncomfortable for her.
"That wasn't just good...Harry, you're brilliant!" Fred and George said, still in awe.
"Well, that's only proof that Harry, indeed, is not at all bad at kissing, despite what Cho says." Hermione was now hanging onto Harry. With that, some of the ruckus died down, and they were able to get a little bit more privacy, for over half of the Gryffindor students went to watch the current Quidditch game, to watch Slytherin and Hufflepuff, and the majority of the rest of the students were up in their own dormitories, working on school-work. None of the remaining students, however, looked, or felt as comfortable and secure as Harry and Hermione were, enchanced with their love.
Then, a limping figure stumbled up to the tower. Instantly, Harry gasped, Hermione fell off of Harry's lap, and onto the floor face first. As Harry bent down to help her up, Ron's face became visible through the raggedness of his outer clothing. He was tired and aching since returning from his duel with Malfoy. When he saw Hermione, now being carried by Harry, he wasted no time in shouting at the,
"Harry! What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?" Ron shouted, making the other Gryffindors jump in fright. Both Harry and Hermione were stunned silent. Then, thankfully, Harry eventually broke the horrifying silence, between them.
"Well, Ron, what you don't understand is that Hermione and I LOVE each other, so if you don't like it, then tough luck!" Harry's words stung Ron. He turned his head, his red hair covered his tears forming in his eyes.
"Fine, be that way! See if I care!" Ron shouted, his voice drowned out by the wavering and stuttering. Harry suddenly felt apang of guilt stab, and puncture his chest repeatedly.
"Harry, give it up. Ron's your best mate, let it go. I'll gladly leave, and wait for you. I know what we discussed yesterday, but forget that, Ron deserve's your attention! I hate to be the cause of something like this, so please Harry! Will you do it for me?" Hermione pleaded, her voice shallow, and her breathing uneven. Harry hated to bring Hermione down like this. He loved her so much. He quickly nodded, his actions solem. He slowly let Hermione go. Her heart clentched, she knew how much Harry hated to even turn away from her. She patted Harry quickly on the back, her gaze now resting on Ron.
'Come on Harryplease do it for me.' Hermione thought, even thoguh, she still remained to feel as if her heart had been trampled on by a wild hippogriff.
"Ron, look, i'm sorry. I , er, well, thwere really is no excuse for the way I acted. Look, I was just frustrated. You do, if now, you will know that I would rather then a girl, right?" Harry's voice was forced. He absolutely despised bringing Hermione down like this. He turned to Hermione, her head was hing, her head rested in her hands, her tears fell silently to the ground. Ron turned around, Harry glanced back at Hermione.
"Harry, are you serious?" Ron asked, his voice now extremely anxious. Harry nodded curtly, his thoughts transfered over to Hermione, so Harry wasn't actually paying much attention to what Ron had been saying. Ron looked puzzled for a moment, then he spoke.
"How about you, me, and Mione all go down to Hogsmeade this weekend? We could go down to the Tree Broomsticks, just like old times?" Ron asked, his gaze rested on Hermione. Hermione looked She could hardly remember the last time that Ron called her 'Mione'. She ran up to the two boys, and hugged them both.
"Harry, Ron, yes!" Hermione yelled. The boys were stunned. They really enjoyed it when Hermione wasn't sulking off somewhere.
"That makes it official. Ok, next weekend, let's meet, say, er, how about we meet here in the common room, and we'll go down together?" Harry said flatly. His heart, too, like Hermione's, was on the verge of breaking. He was looking forward to spending some real time alone with Hermione on their date. However, their plans were now ruined. They would never get away form Ron on the weekend.
"Harry, i'm sorry. We can plan a better date later. Meet me by the Quidditch pitch at midnight. I'll explain then." Hermione whispered, only audible to Harry. Harry nodded. Knowing that Harry now understood, Hermione let go of both boys.
"Today is Thursday. Can we meet here at noon on Saturday?" Ron asked, his curiosity veered.
"Yes, yes, sure, of course." Hermione and Harry replied in unison. Ron glanced sideways at Harry, before trotting off to the great hall for lunch. Harry and hermione lingered behind.
"Harry, this will work out. Just see. Please?" Hermione begged. Clutching Harry's hands. Her eyes were caught in the shimmering of Harry's.
"Harry, how many times have I told you that you're truly, the best?" Hermione sighed. Her body pressed against his. Harry bent down and kissed Hermione's lips. Love ran through them, deeply and undyingly. Hermione's knees felt weak, and trembled slightly.
"Thank god Ron isn't here right now." Hermione gasped, too many thoughts ran through her mind.
"Hermione, are you feeling ok?" Harry asked, and picked Hermione up in his arms.
"Yes, of course...why?" Hermione played with a lock of Harry's hair, twisting it around in her fingers, snuggling in close to Harry. She was always comfortable in Harry's arms.
"I was just wondering. I think you have a permanent case of Harry Potter itis." Harry said, bringing Hermione in closer to himself.
"That's all good, but we have other matters to tend to." Hermione grabbed Harry's hands, dragging him with her to the great hall, to meet Ron for lunch. They sprinted down the passageways, hand in hand, racing past other students.
'I hope Ron hasn't noticed we were gone.' Hermione thought feverently, racing down to the Gryffindor table, beside Ron.
"Where the bloody hell have you two been?" Ron asked, his metallic fork half raised, a large french fry stabbed on the end.
Ok, wrong thoughts..he HAS noticed!' Hermione's mindwas a blur.
"Er...Ron, we were, er, Mr.GFilch accused us of ordering dungbombs...again." Harry raced his words, hoping that Ron would believe his story.
"Oh, really? Well, ok then. I just thought you two might be...you know, snogging...or other romantic things." Ron whispered, Hermione coughed quitely. Ron glanced accusingly at her.
"What? You two weren't snogging...were you?" Ron asked slyly.
"N...no, of course not." Beads of sweat lined Harry's forehead. He was desperatelytrying to cover up the fact that him and Hermione WERE snogging.
"Oh, ok. Well, you two should eat something, you're as pale as a ghost." Harry was grateful that Ron was dim-witted enough to believe them.After all the classes had ended for the day, Harry waited in the common room for Hermione. Whe she did, she wrapped her arms around Harry.
"Harry! It's only eight o'clock! Get some rest, you deserve it." Hermione hugged Harry again, and left, up into her own dormitory.
"Good night Harry, have a quick rest before midnight...make sure you get some sleep." Those were the last words Harry heard Hermione say, beforeshe disapeared behind the solid oak door. Sluggishly, Harry followed up to his own dormitory. However, instead of sleeping, he lay on his four-poster bed, his curtains tightly closed. The only light that entered, was the dim glow of of the stars outside his paned window. He felt terrible tired, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't fall asleep. Something in his head pained him.
'Harry, do NOT go to sleep! Whatever you do, do NOT FALL ASLEEP! You'll never have time to forgive yourself if you do! You're risking your life, do NOT fall alseep!' The terrifying voice echoed in Harry's mind. He hated this. He wanted so much to just fall back onto his pillow, close his eyes, and sleep. However, the voice in his head hammered painfully inside him, while his stomach churned equally as hard. He had no clue what to do. His thoughts made him sick. He wanted to fall asleep, and ignore the vile voice, but his heart pained, and ached while his stomach flipped over inside his body. He felt extremely ill, his head grew hot. He had felt this way before, but never as bad. He peeked at his clock, it was only 10:26, but he couldn't stand it any longer. He slowly crept out of bed, his head spun with dizziness. He was still in his Hogwarts uniform. Creeping silently, as to now disturb other students, or professors, Harry tiptoed out into the courtyard, hoping that the fresh air would sooth his mind, and stomach. On the contrary, it now felt as if he had just been on the worlds largest, most sickening roller coster. He felt his stomach leap all the way into his throat. Luckily, there were large bushes scattered everywhere around that area. Harry dove into an extremely large bush, and at that time, Harry couldn't care less, even if it was a prickly, thorn covered rose bush. It wasn't, but still. In about two seconds, anybody, luckily, there WAS nobody, could hear the vulgar retching from anywhere in the courtyard. Harry still wasn't feeling any better when he senced somebody drawing nearer to his spot. Harry disregarded this information, as more of his stomach contents splattered the mossy ground. After this round of retching, a soft, small hand gingerly touched Harry's shaking shoulder.
"Harry, are you ok? Do you want to go see Dumbledore?" Hermione asked, her voice was overcome with concern and worry, her eyes were dull with tears.
"N...no. I'll b...be fine." Harry's voice shook, he clutched his his stomach again, and stared a longer round of miserable retching. Hermione gasped, and rubbed Harry's back softly, but forcefully. She pulled back Harry's messy, shaggy bangs, and continued to rub her free hand up and down Harry's back. She hated to see Harry in such a state.
"Harry, Harry, it's going to be ok. Trust me." Hermione's voice was soothing, yet, even still, now, to Harry, it sounded like sharp nails. When Harry eventually finished that merciless round of retching, he sat down, a good ten feet away from the lake of puke. Hermione sat down beside him, producing a napkin-sized hankercheif from a pocket within her robes. She grabbed a corner of it, and swept it across Harry's mouth region, collecting the remainder of the puke. Hermione, then, wistfully with-drew a small bottle of water from another pocket, and doused off the hankercheif, leaving it soaking wet, but no other stains were visible. She, then, wrung out the cold cloth, and lay it across Harry's firey forhead.
"Hermione, you truly, an angel." Harry finally spoke, his voice was hoarse, and raspy.
"I'm just seeing to it that my darling is ok. How are you feeling? Are you going to be ok?" Hermione asked, rubbing Harry's hands with-in her own.
"I think i'll be fine. I'm not one-hundred percent certain though." Harry moaned, resting his head comfortably on Hermione's lap. His stomach churned uneasily.
"Actually, I feel terrible. What's wrong with me? What did I do to deserve it? Hermione, my throat burns like hell, and my stupid stomach won't quit backfireing on me!" Harry groaned, his face a pale-green now.
"Oh Harry! I'll be here for you! I always am!" Hermione whispered, stroking Harry's shoulder region now.
"As for your throat, I might have some cough drops in one of my other robe pockets. I have plenty more water in my bottle here." Hermione's voice gave away all her concern. She doused Harry's forehead once more, causing the front of her own robes to be soaked, but she didn't really care. She took off her over-coat, and wrapped it around Harry's, literally, shaking body. Harry's head lay in Hermione's lap, his legs curled around his skinny body. One of Hermione's arms was running through Harry's wet hair, the other was now stroking his muscle-bound chest. Harry's heart pounded rapidly in his chest, the pounding then, created a steady headache in his forehead. He felt terribly nauseous, and dizzy. Hermione's over-coat was old, and thin, but provided enough warmth for Harry to become comfortable in, despite his 'inner' feelings.
"Hermione, could you do me one favor? Please?" Harry whispered, his voice cracked and dry.
"Harry, anything! I would do ANYTHING for you!" Hermione was truly alarmed.
"Well, could you not tell anybody about tonight? PLEASE! I really don't want anybody knowing what happened, especially not Ron!" Harry whispered, once again, he felt as if he just fell off an airplane, and was plummeting towards the ground. Instantly, Hermione began to sprinkle miniscule ammounts of water into Harry's mouth.
"Of course. I wouldn't tell anybody anyways. By the way, Harry, what were you doing out here anyways? It's only eleven-thirty now." Hermione was still calm, she could never get mad at Harry, especially now.
"I didn't feel well, and so I thought that some fresh air might calm my stomach. I guess I was worng. It only made things worse. Why did you come out here?" Harry asked, forcing himself not to throw up on Hermione.
"I heard someone leave the castle, and from outside, I could hear a horrifying retching sound. it was dreadfully quiet, but in the silence of our dormitory, I could hear every breath." Hermione continued to stroke Harry's body. Relaxing them both, in different ways.
"Are you feeling any better?" Hermione asked, dousing off Harry's face once more. He sputtered, and spat some water out of his mouth, and then coughed quietly, allowing Hermione to pat his back lovingly.
"N...no. I only feel worse. I just want to curl up in a dark corner, and die. Nobody would miss me anyways." Harry stated truthfully. Hermione's reaction was shocking. She wrapped her arms around Harry, crying.
"Harry! Don't do that! You'll get through this! I know you will!" Hermione cried. Harry felt even worse. Hermione's weight crushed Harry's stomach, cause it to lurch unexpectedly. He pushed Hermione off of him, making sure he didn't vomit on her. The fresh vomit over-lapped the previous pile, creating a nauseating smell rise.
"Oh Harry! I am so sorry!" Hermione stopped crying, and tenderly rubbed Harry's tense back. His spine tingled painfully, as Hermione's hamds ran up and down his back. When Harry managed to straighten up, he instantly fell onto Hermione, who was now wiping off Harry's face with the hankercheif. She eagerly dumpped the rest of the water bottle's contents onto Harry's face. The front of her robes were now more soaked then Harry's face, but she didn't care. Harry's head was now spinning, while lying in Hermione's lap once more. His knee's curled around Hermione's feet. All of a sudden, a tall, pajama-clad person raced out into the courtyard, desperatly searching for the sick person. Hermione gasped, Professor McGonagall was searching for them. Both Harry and Hermione could hear various bushes rustling, and footsteps approaching their spot.
"Potter, Granger? What the hell..." Professor McGonagall trailed off.
"Professor, Harry...er..." Hermione too, trailed off, recalling the promise she had made to Harry earlier. All Harry did was nod, and turn to Professor McGonagall, signalling for Hermione to go on.
"Harry was sick, and so he came out here for some fresh air, but I heard the commotion, and came out to help him." Hermione was hesitant. Professor McGonagall stepped over the bush, separating Harry and Hermione from he rest of the courtyard.
"Well Potter, I too, heard the ghastly noises, and ran around the entire castle, searching for my poor, sick student, when my search lead me here. However, I thank you, Granger, for helping Potter here, so i'll award...hmm...how about, say, fifty points to Gryffindor? Yes, fifty points for Gryffindor. Now, Granger, would you mind helping me carry Potter up tot eh hospital wing?" Professor McGonagall truly was Harry's...er...second favourite professor.
"Wait! Professor, before I came outside, I heard a voice. It told me not to go to sleep, or else i'll never forgive myself if I do...or something liek that anyways." Harry whispered once again. Professor McGonagall's face became as pale as a ghost, and her hands trembled slightly.
"Oh..dear. Potter, only a few minutes after you left, and Granger followed, the chandiler above Granger's bed, had fallen, and if she was still inside her bed, she would've been killed. Coinsidently, at around the same time, the wondow above your bed, Potter, shattered, and if YOU were still in bed, you too, would've been killed as well...I couldn't imagine a worse fate for two of my best Hogwarts students!" Professor McGonagall's face turned ghostly white again. Hermione stared at Harry in awe.
"Harry, if I could hug you, with-out causing you to be sick...I would." Hermione stated proudly.
"I'm not entirely sure that that's a good idea Granger. Now, will you PLEASE help me carry Potter up to the hospital wing?" Professor McGonagall muttered, grabbing Harry's feet. Hermione nodded, and carried Harry's arms. His body swayed gently, and his eyes were closed. It was nearly one o'clock when Professor McGonagall and Hermione finally managed to carry Harry up to the hospital wing.
"Professor, can Hermione stay with me? At least for a little while?" Harry p;leaded, not wanting Hermione to leave his side.
"Yes, Potter, I will allow this. Granger, I want you up in your dormitory by sun-up. NO later. You are, however, permitted to visit Potter AFTER classes. NO earlier." With that, Professor McGonagall left the hospital wing, leaving Hermione alone with Harry, once more.
"Harry! I am so sorry! I never ment to..." Hermione trailed off, tears flodded her dull chocolate brown eyes.
"Shhh, Hermione, it's not your fault. I have no clue why you think so. I mean, bloody hell, I should be apologising to you!" Harry's voice wasn't as cracked as before, but any person could identify the dryness in it.
"Harry, i'll be with you forever. No matter what." Hermione smiled and stroked Harry's pale, ice-cold hands, interlocking their fingers.
"Hermione, your voice soothes me more then a steaming mug of butterbeer on a freezing winters night." Harry's shaggy hair fell over his deep, grey-blue eyes. Hermione laughed, and ran her fingers through Harry's hair, making it steadily messier.
"Harry, have you ever found a way to tame your wild hair?" Hermione laughed."No, but you're one to talk. Your mane won't even budge, no matter how hard you try." Harry grinned, for the first time that night.
"Harry, your smile warms me truly, and fully." Hermione was still kneeling beside Harry.
"Well, that's good to know." Harry's eyes were still closed, but he still clutched Hermione's hands. However, Hermione knew that he wanted to sleep.
"Good night Harry. See you in the morning, my love." Hermione kissed Harry's firey forehead, gently.
"Love ya Mione." Harry whispered back, as Hermione crept out of the regal manored door of the hospital wing. Then, she ran into Dumbledore, who greeted her sullenly.
"Hello Granger. What, may I possibly ask, are you doing up at the hour of one thirty am in the morning?" Dumbledore asked, his usually neat beard was now tangled, and loose.
"Sir, Harry was in the hospital wing, and Professor McGonagall allowed me to stay with him until classes start tomorrow." Hermione yawned.
"Yes, Minerva informed me about some story like that. I wasn't truly paying attention." Dumbledore nodded, and went back in the direstion of his office. Hermione started to sprint back to the Gryffindor tower, when Professor McGonagall blocked her path.
"Yes Professor?" Hermione asked, shaking away the hair that hung in her face.
"Granger, Granger, Granger! What do you think you're doing?" The dormitory has yet to be cleaned of the glass, so go back to Potter's bedside this minute! Of he's asleep, then just don't wake him! Just lay in a cot, and get some sleep yourself!" Professor McGonagall shook her head, and went back towards the Gryffindor tower. Hermione reluctently re-entered the hospital wing, afraid of waking Harry. He stirred, but otherwise, he made no other movement.
'Thank god.' Hermione thought, as she lay down in the blanketed cot beside Harry.
"Hermione, why are you back? Not that i'm complaining, cause i'm not." Harry asked, shivering in the coldness of the wing. Hermione jumped slightly.
"Professer McGonagall sent me back here, to keep you some company, and to try to get some sleep for myself. I know it's a little chilly in here, but with both of our over-coats, your robes, AND a blanket, you really shouldn't be to cold." Hermione, still in her own robes, climbed into the bed with Harry, who shivered mercilessly. Hermione hugged Harry. Moving him closer to her own body, and kissed Harry repeatedly on top of his head, ignoring the insane shaking.
"Harry, just stay close to me, you need to keep warm." Hermione kissed Harry again, her hands around Harry's shoulders. His face was covered by the blanket, and his shaggy hair tickled Hermione's neck. Hermione hugged him tightly around his chest, their love was stronger then ever. This was the first time they had EVER been in the same bed, awake or not.
"Hermione, can you stay here, with me, until morning?" Harry looked, and sounded like if he were standing, he would have collapsed on the cold, marble floor. To reply, Hermione hugged Harry tighter, and kissed his burning forehead.
"Of course Harry. Whatever you want." Hermione snuggled up closer to Harry, trying hard to forget what had just happened in the courtyard.
"By the way, Hermione, what did you want to tell me? We're all alone now, you can tell me anything. You said yourself, no-one can listen in on what we're saying." Harry's face poked through the blanket, his glasses askew, and his eyes were dull, and life-less.
"Well, Ron wants to go out with us to Hogsmeade on Saturday, so on Sunday, we have to sneak out, with-out him, to the Three Broomsticks. I have a plan, well, it's Friday morning, and classes start at nine o'clock sharp, so onSaturday, from noon until...well, before five o'clock anyways, we'll be with Ron. On Sunday, when everybody else goes to Hogsmeade, we'll go out under the invisibility cloak, and sneak to the Three Broomsticks for our date." Hermione explained rapidly. Harry, who's head was already spinning, looked more confused then anything, at hermione's fast-paced explanation.
"Hermone, are you sure you're ok? It;s not like you to want to sneak out...under the invisibility cloak! You're a bit more...rebelious," Harry hesitated to speak, for fear of making Hermione mad.
"Only because I love you." Hermione grinned. Only at that time, did Professor McGonagall walk into the room.
"Oh...my...god." Professor McGonagall muttered, looking as if she was on the verge of passing out. Harry and Hermione were stunned silent. They couldn't even move, or speak. All of a sudden, a pair of large grey hands painfully clenched Hermione's shoulders, dragging her out of the bed.
"Granger! I told you to get into a cot BESIDE Potter! Not WITH him!" Professor McGonagall looked, and sounded more like a axe murderer, rather then a Hogwarts professor. Neither Harry, nor Hermione dared to mutter a word. At that percise moment, Dumbledore stepped into the hospital wing.
"Minerva! It's school policy to NEVER drag a student by their shoulders across a hospital wing floor!" Dumbledore shouted, madder then ever.
"Sir, Granger, I caught her, in the same bed, with Potter!" Professor McGonagall yelled, her words slurred and umcomprehendable. Dumbledore shook his head and sighed.
"Yes, I know Minerva. The hospital wing is always monitered, by, only the best." Dumbledore grinned, waving an extendable ear in front of him. Harry blushed deeply, Hermione just looked down at the floor below her.
"Furthur more, Potter was extremely ill, and Granger had no other contact with Potter, other then a short kiss ont he top of his head. If Granger were not there sustaining Potter, he might have turned into an ice cube!" Dumbledore shouted, once more. Hermione, then, tears in her eys, raced out of the hospital wing, ignoring the cries of protest by Harry, Dumbledore, and Professor mcGonagall. Harry was crestfallen. His stomach tightened fiercely. Afraid of throwing up again, Harry buried his face in his pillow, and willed himself with all his strength, to not throw up again.
"Potter, is something wrong?" Professor McGongall knelt down beside Harry. Dumbledore was already outside in the hallway, searching frantically for Hermione.
"N...no. Professor...where's Hermione?" Harry's voice was muffled through the pillow.
"Harry, Dumbledore is looking for her. However, Harry...you have to understand. She...might not...suvive." Professor McGonagall put her hand on Harry's shoulder. He was now sitting up in the bed. His eyes wide, and tears glistened with-in them.
"W...what?" Harry ignored his evily churning stomach, and only thought of Hermione, and her safety.
"Yes. Harry, you have to remain here. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is presumed to be in the castle. Harry, I don't want you leaving your bed to go out and play God. Stay here!" Professor McGonagall too, had tears in her eyes.
"Professor! She HAS to be ok! Voldemort might NOT be in the castle! Hermione IS still alive, and she WILL be safe! She HAS to be! I just KNOW it!" Harry shouted, clutching his stomach, for it was now to painful to ignore. Professor mcGonagall winced at mention of Lord Voldemorts's name.
"Harry, I understand how you feel about Hermione, but you have to understand the dangers, not to mention risks, you'de be taking if you left. You have to stay here. You won't feel any better unless you rest here." Professor McGonagall gently pushed Harry back into bed, tucking him in with the blanket.
"Professor, Hermione means more to me then the world! You DON'T understand! I LOVE Hermione, she is worth dying for!" Harry shouted, not realizing that he was shouting at a Professor.
"Potter! Settle down! Get some rest. SLEEP!" Professor McGonagall yelled. At that time, a reluctant looking Hermione idely walked into the wing, Dumbledore was not far behind her.
"Minerva, You-Know-Who is NOT in the castle. Nor is he in any known land, of that we are aware. False alarm." Dumbledore lead Hermione over to Harry, who hugged Hermione tightly, blinking back tears.
"Hermione, I was so worried!" Harry kissed Hermione's neck. Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall watched the couple embrace.
"Minerva, if this was any of our other students, I would probably be offended." Dumbledore laughed.
"However, Potter, and Granger are two of the best students in the history of Hogwarts. Let them be." Professor McGonagall whispered, sitting down on the bed acroos from Harry and Hermione. The two-some had forgotten about the Professors. They were now deeply involved with a kiss, that only serious lovers could handle. When they stopped the kiss, Harry picked Hermione up in his arms, nuzzling Hermione's neck. Hermione rubbed her hands across Harry's chest, apparently lining a large heart, with the initials, HP+HG inside the heart. Then, Harry leaned backwards, falling onto the bed, Hermione still in his arms. Hermione fell on top of Harr, still snuggling into his chest.
"Harry, I love you more then anything else. You mean more to me then the world." Hermione's hair tickled Harry's face, as she nudged her foot against Harry's.
"Hermione, I know." Harry's glasses were halfway off his nose.
"Hermione, close your eyes." Harry commanded, placing his hands around Hermione's shoulders. Hermione obeyed, with-out protest, as she felt a rush of intensity, as Harry's lips forcefully pressed against hers. Harry's tounge took the oppertunity to 'explore' new regions, as he felt Hermione jolt slightly in shock, as Harry's tounge glided over her own. The enjoyment was unexplainable. Hermione was enjoying all the power that Harry was forcing into her mouth. Her tounge stayed with-in the realms of her own mouth, even though, she could feel Harry's tounge find its way across her own. They could swear that there was some sort of electricity between them. They didn't want to break apart. Hermione's feet knocked against Harry's. Her eyes were closed, savoring every stroke Harry was delivering to her, When they eventually did break apart, it was about three forty-five. The kiss lasted for a good fifteen minutes, though it seemed no longer then two.
"Harry...that...was intense! However..there was no part of that, that I didn't enjoy immensly. It was way too god." Hermione's foot was now steadily banging against Harry's. Her heart hammered in her chest.
"Hermione...that took all my energy. I agree though, that was one intense kiss. You have great power." Harry, having Hemione on top of his body, wrapped his legs around Hermione's waist, his feet on her back.
"No, Harry, that was all your power, I have NEVER, in my entire life, felt anything like that." Hermione's cheeks were flushed, and she felt as if nothing could destroy this perfect moment. Until Professor McGonagall spoke.
"Well, Granger, I shall now rid dormitory of the glass, and I expect you to return there in one hours time." Professor McGongall and Dumbledore left the hospital wing, leaving Harry and Hermione alone. One more time.
A/N:In my opinion, this is my best chapter yet! It's also my longest, but that's besides the point! XD PLEASE review this chapter, I worked FOREVER on it! I really want to know what you guys think of it!
