A/N: Hey everyone! First of all, thank you people who reviewed! I'm so grateful. I'm more of a reader than a writer but I just HAD to get my ideas down Next, umm… well the thing is, love scenes? I read them, I admit, but do dice on the writing part! Sorry! Not my thing. I tried it once and it TOTALLY did NOT work out. So I'll just leave it to your imagination ;) Oh! And a heads-up, this chap is going to be reeeaaally short. I'm doing this story in small pieces. I hope that's alright. Keep R/R! Ciao for now!
Hermione looked up at Harry. "That's the end of the first entry." She said. Harry wasn't really listening. He was thinking.
At first he was thinking about how much his parents loved each other and how girlishly romantic his dad was. He smiled at his thoughts of his parent's happiness. But then he started thinking about the beginning of the entry. It didn't shine as brightly anymore? His mother was talking about the pendent. The pendent of his fathers love. Was his dad's love for his mother really dimming? He didn't like that thought at all. He wanted to think of his parents as soul mates. Destined to be together for all time, through life, and death. Till death do they part. Harry thought grimly thinking about how they died together.
"Harry?" Hermione said gently nudging him. Harry snapped back to reality and looked at Hermione like he just realized she was there. "Do you want me to keep going or do you want to read more another night?" she asked.
Harry thought for a moment. He was dying to find out about the rest of his mother's thoughts and life before he was born. But he knew that could wait. He saw how tired Hermione was getting. It must have been very late. But there was one thing Harry had to do before he and Hermione set off for bed.
He held Hermione close in a tight hug. "Thank you so much." He whispered. "Hermione, I don't know how I'll ever be able to repay you."
"Oh, you don't have to repay me." Said Hermione. "It's been lovely just to sit here with you. And it's been very special to me knowing that you are willing to share something like this with me." She told him.
Harry smiled. "I wouldn't dream of sharing it with anyone else."
Hermione looked at his eyes. They were tearing. She wondered if it was out of sadness or happiness. He did have a silly grin on his face. But she was still focusing on his eyes. She had never told him, but she loved his eyes. They were like green rainforests that she could get lost in and she'd never want to try and find her way out.
Harry leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. Hermione felt an odd fluttery feeling. "We'd better get back." Harry said pulling her up. She just nodded and followed.
On there way back Hermione thought about what had just happened. Not the reading really, but after. Why had she felt so fluttery when Harry kissed her? It was just a friendly kiss on the cheek. It didn't mean anything. Maybe fluttering is just a feeling you get when anyone kisses you for any reason. She heard Harry tell the Fat Lady (A very grumpy Fat Lady for being woken up!) the password and she was jerked back to life. That walk had gone by way to fast.
There was no one in the Common Room when they stepped in. Hermione pulled the Diary out of her robes and handed it to Harry.
Harry put his hand up to stop her from giving it to him. "I want you to keep it for me. Is that alright? I'd probably lose it in all my junk anyway." He said with a little smirk.
Hermione just looked at the Diary then back at him. "But I couldn't! It's not mine or my mother's. It belongs to you Harry." She said.
"Hermione, I want you to keep it for me." He repeated putting his hands on hers around the Diary. He smiled and walked up to the boys dormitories leaving her alone in the common room. As she walked up to her room and crawled into bed, she put the Diary under her pillow. She had very strange dreams that night. She dreamt about the story in the Diary, only she was Lily and there was something wrong with James. She knew that Harry's father had brown eyes but the James in her dream had piercing, rainforest green eyes that she could get lost in.