Chapter 5: Potions and New Starts
Hermione's action had surprised both herself, Harry, myself, and most likely you. And as soon as her lips made contact with his, sparks flew. Tingling feelings went down their spines. It felt as though their lips were on fire.
Hermione, being on top of Harry, felt more ecstatic then ever before. Her heart raced, her spine tingled, and best of all she felt like she had died and gone to heaven.
Harry felt as if over a decade of passion and secret admiration was bursting to get out. He felt more love for the angel kissing him, then he had ever felt for anyone before. He wished he could freeze this moment, it was too wonderful and passionate to go. But, in the end, air is a necessity.
Hermione slowly, almost painfully, pushed herself off of Harry. She watched as he slowly rose up to a sitting position. Their eyes, never breaking contact.
They sat in silence. Only their heavy breathing, Hermione's owl, and the distant sounds of Mrs. Granger cleaning up the kitchen were heard.
Hermione noticed something unusual though.
Why did he let me kiss him. He fancies Cho and Ginny, and there's millions of girls that gawk over him so why is he letting his bookworm best friend kiss him? I mean, I saw his reaction to me seeing him naked. He didn't even look like he cared. I guess that's a sign that he's used to having girls see him…that way.
Hermione felt as if a rock had been dropped on her heart. A very large rock that can only be found in Canada, up very high, and by it's self in a corner of a very wet and very spooky cave that had bats and all sorts of deadly insects and a lonesome werewolf named Todd.
"Harry, you have to promise me something." Hermione said in a very sad and very disappointed voice.
"Anything." Harry replied, still in a fog of bliss from the kiss he had received.
"You have to promise me that you'll drink the potion." She replied, already nervous and still sad.
"Potion?" Harry asked confused, the wonderful feeling vanishing quicker then anyone would have liked.
"I'm going to make a potion, Memorois, to be exact." She replied looking at the ground. She found this quite harder then expected.
"Isn't that a potion that's suppose to take away bad memories?" He asked confused.
"Exactly, and you have to promise that you'll drink once I've made it." She replied. A guilty-ish feeling arriving in her stomach.
"I…what memory?" Harry asked. He was very confused.
I just want things to back to normal. She thought to herself.
"The ones of this morning. I'll drink a glass, and so will you. And will take care of the things my mother said to both of us." Hermione replied. She knew about her mother saying something to Harry, because he had motioned it not long ago. But she had yet to tell him about her talk with her mother. And she decided it was for the best.
"And the kiss?" Harry asked, hoping he could the best memory of his life.
"Gone." Hermione replied, deeply disappointed.
She stood. Walked over to her trunk that still had a lot of her Hogwarts items in it. She found her cauldron, a potion text book, and all the ingredients she needed.
Before long, her cauldron had a bubbly, green mixture within it. She emptied it into two equal glasses. She handed one to Harry.
Harry's nose tingled. It smelled of cinnamon, mint, oranges, and a hint of something to do with blood. Like a metallic taste. A very sickening taste.
"You should take it your room. It makes you quite drowsy." Hermione said. She watched Harry walk to the door. While he closed it, he looked inside one last time. There was Hermione, downing all memories of the day that had twisted their friendship into an odd looking pretzel.
Hermione felt the potion burn her tongue. But she had to do it. It was impossible to continue their friendship without doing this. She was making the right decision. Right? She felt it sting her throat as she swallowed. She could feel a cooling sensation down her spine. Her stress seemed to lift. She felt tired, slightly dreamy.
Harry walked into his room. He knew the second he took the glass from her, that he would not drink it. Never would he drink away her lips from his. The image of her beautiful body. He took out his wand and with a casual flick of the wrist, the potion was gone. He set the glass on a night stand along with his glasses. And he got into bed. This is going to be a long night.
Hermione woke up to the sound of birds outside. She yawned and stretched while rolling over. The sun was now shining directly onto her face. She slowly pulled herself out of bed and with tired eyes she noticed an empty glass on her nightstand.
How peculiar. I don't remember bringing a glass to bed. But, then again I don't remember going to bed. I remember choking on something! And barely anything before that. It must be shock from choking, nothing big.
Hermione reasoned with herself, and then changed into a cute but not preppy or skimpy outfit. She had no one to impress. After all, her mother was at work and it was only her and Harry here.
Hermione walked out into the hall. She smelled something good. Something really good.
She walked down the stairs, two at a time. She walked into the Kitchen to find Harry sitting at the Kitchen table. He been reading the Daily Prophet but stopped when he heard her walk in.
Sitting in front of him was a plate and next to him a plate for Hermione. On it were eggs, toast, bacon, and in a glass of Orange Juice beside each plate. He smiled proudly of the meal he had made.
"Honestly Harry, you said that you've cooked for the Dursleys but I never imagined it looking as brilliantly as this." Hermione said taking a seat.
"Well, I've always loved cooking. Sort of easy, but there's a lot of creativity involved. It's a great way to pass the time, and I hear that food is needed to live." Harry said with a smile.
"Better watch it Potter or I'll have to do bad things to you when you're sleeping." Hermione teased.
"Please do." Harry replied under his breath.
Hermione pondered for a moment while eating the wonderful and well prepared breakfast. Did he say please do? No, Harry would never imply something like that.
After breakfast they walked over to the park next door. The swung on the swing seat together, and they played on the see saw. They sat on the park bench and talked for a while, and they had a picnic on the grass.
They were sitting on the grass now, having just had lunch (made by Harry himself) watching the clouds go by.
"That's a puppy not a unicorn, Harry." Hermione retorted watching the cloud they had recently began discussing about.
"You're right, definitely a puppy." He replied smiling.
Hermione pondered for a moment while watching the clouds. He's been agreeing with me a lot lately. Probably lost a bet with Ron or something. I wonder if he's still an idem with Ginny. If not her then Cho. He always had a thing for Cho. I personally can't see why. She's dumber then a block of driftwood that one.
"What'd you dream of last night?" Harry randomly asked.
"I don't know why, but I dreamt of showers, beds, and fire." Hermione honestly answered. It had been a strange dream. "And I vaguely remember seeing you somewhere in there as well." She added after recalling the dream.
"I dreamt of you." Harry replied with equal honesty. "I think you were making some sort of potion. I remember it was green. And you were reading out of some text book."
"But that's how everyone remembers me. Hermione The Book Worm Slash Goody Two Shoes Granger." Hermione said following a sigh.
"It's alright. I've been called worse. You learn to live with it though. After all you of all people should know to never judge a book by it's cover." Harry comforted.
Hermione smiled at this. He was so idiotic at times, but his charm made up for it. Just like Ron. Always getting into trouble, but always pulling through in the end.
"So, how are you and Ginny? It's been ages since we've talked about each others love lives." Hermione asked since her mind was on the Weasleys. But she said it with a smile.
"Ginny didn't tell you? Oh, well she called it off the day before we left Hogwarts. Rather strange really." Harry replied.
"No, she didn't mention anything. What all did she say?" Hermione felt her heart beat faster. Harry was single again. But then Cho Chang drifted into her mind. And that giant Canadian Rock from the cave fell on her heart once again.
"Said she met a fantastic guy. He must of really put some spell on her because I could practically see the hearts shining in her eyes." Harry laughed.
She's asking about my love life. Harry thought to himself. This is good. It means deep down she really does care. Maybe I should ask about Ron. He did seem a little funny on the train last week. Maybe they broke up. Well, she kissed me too. She wouldn't hurt Ron like that. She wouldn't cheat. Not Hermione.
Hermione looked at the clouds again.
"How's you and Ron?" Harry quietly asked. Hermione could hear the nervousness in his voice.
"I called it off. He kept flirting with Luna and the way she looks at him, their perfect for each other. Honestly, I was doing him a favor." Hermione replied, not a bit disappointed.
Harry felt a smile on his face. They were both single. Now all he had to do was show Hermione that they were meant for each other. But his smile faded when he heard Hermione's question.
"I expect you and Cho are an item now?" Hermione asked, almost certain of the answer.
"What? No, me and Cho? Never." Harry said quickly. He had to make is point.
"Oh, sorry. Just seemed like a good match you know." She replied softly.
"Er, yeah. Good match." He awkwardly replied.
"Oh, did you hear about Seamus and Lavender getting engaged? That's going to be a great wedding." Hermione changed the subject.
"Yeah, and Neville asking out Pavarti on the same night." Harry replied.
"Seems like everyone is finding someone." Hermione replied kind of sadly. She ad no one. No boyfriend. No crush. Nobody. All she had was her best friends. Just like always.
"Whatever happened to Krum?" Harry asked curiously.
"Moved to the Americas. We still write every now and then. He has a girlfriend named Dominique. She's related to Yuoge, the first African-American Quidditch player from South Africa." Hermione stated.
"Sounds amazing." Harry gave a small smile.
"What's bothering you?" Hermione looked over at him with a concerned face.
"Nothing, just tired I guess." Harry replied lazily.
"We should get back inside. I have this Muggle Movie that I want you to see." Hermione stated after a few moments silence.
They walked back to the Granger Estate and into the Family Room. "What movie?" Harry curiously asked.
"It's called Titanic, it's based on a true story. You see there's this ship called the Titanic and as it was making its first voyage out to see, America to be exact, it hit this iceberg. You'll see what happens. It's an amazing movie." Hermione replied while sitting down on the couch next to Harry after putting in the movie.
As the movie started began, Harry was surprised as at how interested he was. Hermione noticed, she contained her giggles the best she could.
When it finally got to the part (you know what part I mean!) where Jack was going to draw a picture of Rose, Harry saw what was coming. He already felt awkward. He watched as her robe fell to the floor on the TV.
Hermione felt awkward as well. But was shocked, and completely surprised when Harry looked over at her instead of the TV which now had a clear picture of Jack drawing Rose while Rose being, er, naked. But it wasn't just him looking at her. It's what he said and did. He took her hand in his. "Tell me when it's over." He had said so sweet and innocently.
Hermione felt a smile appear on her face. This made Harry smile.
Hermione watched his eyes sparkle. They were so green. So emerald green. And hid smile was so sweet, and so cute. His hand was so warm, so tender to the touch.
They had been staring into each others eyes for so long that the scene was long over. Harry gently squeezed her hand. She squeezed back. They continued this, each squeeze getting more and more intense.
Harry scooted down the couch. He was inches away from her now. Their hands still latched together. He looked over at the TV. Then back at Hermione. By now, a scene that had Rose and Jack having, er, "fun" in a car was on. (You know what I mean by "fun"!)
Harry scooted even closer. They were no touching. "Tell me when it's over." Harry sweetly stated.
"Of course." Hermione weakly replied.
Harry tilted his head slightly. He leaned closer to her. Still staring into each others eyes. Harry leaned in closer. Their lips centimeters apart. They could feel their lips being attracted to each other like magnets. Then, right as their lips were about to meet and then intense emotional passion was released, Mrs. Granger walked into the house and yelled out, "Momma's home!"
The surprise caused both of them to jump and also causing Harry to fall off the couch.
Hermione quickly patted her hair to make sure it looked okay. Harry quickly jumped back onto the couch. Mrs. Granger strolled into the Family Room.
"Oh, Titanic! I haven't seen this in years." She said as she sat on a brown recliner chair, either not noticing or not caring that their faces were blushing severely.