Chapter 3- Harry and Hermione
During the holidays, Harry and Hermione stayed together at all times. They would walk around the castle holding hands and discussing their futures. They would even use the one-eyed witch passageway to Honey Dukes.
For Christmas, Harry bought Hermione a broomstick. At first she was a little shaky, but with Harry's help she became so well at it, she could have joined the Quidditch team. They would fly around the grounds together talking about their adventures, but the subject always came back to Ron and it got a little awkward. Harry missed Ron, but not as much as he would miss Hermione, and Hermione made it clear that it was either her or Ron.
"Harry." Hermione whispered on one of their broom rides around the castle. "Do you remember when you got really mad at Ron and I that one summer?"
"Yah, I do. You two got to stay together with the Order and I had to stay with the Dursleys." Harry replied.
"I wanted you to be with us so bad. I wanted to go with all of them to get you too. They told me no and I couldn't push it any more," Hermione said.
"I always thought the reason you and Ron didn't ask me was because you wanted to be alone." Harry answered, his eye now filling with tears as he recalled the memory. "It made me so mad."
"No….never. I wanted you to be with us. I wish I could have written to you and told you everything but Dumbledore wouldn't let me." She pulled him into a hug, "you know that don't you?"
"Of course I do and I understand," he said looking up at her quickly and surveying her face. "Come on let's go down, you look frozen to the bone."
"Fine with me," after the landed Harry took Hermione into his arms, "Believe me. I understand that you couldn't do anything that summer….i understand," after this they kissed. They walked over to the broom closet, put their brooms up, and went into the Great Hall for the last dinner of winter break.