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A/N : Chapter 8. Yeeessh! You guys must be amazing, This is the furthest I've got with a fan fic.. I think. Yeah it is :) Wow, I think its your amazing support and reviews that are keeping me going. Thanks alot all of you! Chapter 8 takes place, straight after chapter 7. Very Sorry it's taken me ages to post though, Next chapter will be simply sublime! In your favour.. Please Review, I love em! x (Apologies for shortness!)
More Than Okay.
Chapter 8: A Safe Return For Some.
Harry and Hermione dawdled along to Gryffindor Tower after their encounter with Kingsley and Proffessor McGonagall. Surprisingly there were no prefects patrolling the corridors this evening, so it was pretty easy. On the way up, it was mostly quiet, except for the shuffling of their feet across the floor..
They arrived outside the door, giving the fat lady the password, and entering without hassle. All the lights were out and the windows were shut, even the fireplace which would usually be roaring and giving off a warm yellow glow had gone out, turning to common room cold. Hermione reached out a hand and turned on a nearby wall lamp, creating a small dim array of light before sitting down on one of the sofa's.
"Hermione?" Harry sat down in an arm chair opposite her.
"Yes, Harry?" Hermione smiled picking a book up off the nearby table and skimming the back cover.
"I think, with us being back at Hogwarts and all, we should keep the search on the down low for now, We don't really want any one to be suspicious of us, thats all. I mean, they don't know what we're after, and we need to keep it that way, for Dumbledore."
"I think I agree." Hermione paused, "Which is more than Kingsley could say.." She dropped the book back onto the table, standing up again and walking towards the notice board.
"What are you doing?" Harry asked, shuffling back in his seat and watching Hermione take her wand out.
"Seeing whats been going on since we've been gone." She smiled, "Lumos!"
Hermione's eyes scanned each notice carefully, taking in what had been written on each notice, reading them aloud to Harry. "Erm, Two prefects badges have been lost, already.. A memorial article about Dumbledore has been posted up here, a notice about Snape becoming head master.. The prefect rosters!" Hermione paused, an excitement bubbling up in her voice as she read this final notice aloud.
"Hm? Who are the prefects this term then, Hermione?" Harry asked, noticing the excitement in her voice.
Hermione made a small 'mmm' noise, "Thats strange... It says overleaf, 'To be confirmed?'" She sighed. Harry could now clearly tell she was desperate to be a prefect.
"Really?" Harry jolted up from the sofa, and couldn't help but feel a teeny smile itch across his face, If Hermione had been assigned as prefect, With Ron and Ginny both despising him, He'd be pretty much alone most of the term. "Don't worry about it, It's going to be you no contest, I mean if you aren't made prefect, who would be?"
Hermione smiled slightly, "Thanks Harry.."
Harry looked at her, He could smell the strong scent of vanilla radiating from her, it was practically intoxicating him. And he loved it. "You're welcome." He smiled, slowly drawing himself away from her and to the bottom of the boys dormitory stairs, "I'm gonna turn in now, I'll meet you down here in the morning."
Hermione nodded, "Sounds good, bright and early." She said, trailing herself away from the notice board and to the bottom of her own dormitory stairs.
"Night 'Mione.."
"Night Harry." And with that, the tip of her wand had dimmed and the two of them had made their way up the stairs, slowly and quietly.
Harry reached the dorm, silently pulling the door open and nudging it closed behind him. He ruffled around in his trunk and pulled on a pair of pyjamas that had been screwed up in the bottom of his trunk for weeks, maybe even months. He stood still for seconds in the middle of the room, gazing around him, he was unable to tell wether each bed was occupied comfortably, due to how dark it was, Part of him hoped the bed next to his own was still neatly made with the two pillows piled up at the end of the bed, But another part, hoped it was occupied, by a still and asleep Weasley boy. He sighed before making a way into his own bed, removing his glasses and placing them quietly on the bedside table. He laid his head down gently on his pillow, staring out of the bare window, catching sight of the moon. He smiled to himself before letting his eyes close gently. Even though she was so far away, He still fell asleep to the sweet aroma of vanilla and the soft sound of Hermione's voice..