Disclaimer: All the characters and places are JKR's etc.

So, here is the 6th chapter of the story and I hope you'll like it.

Its half trem and the all the teachers seem to decided to torment us with mountains of tests, so please, be patient for the next chapter and I've got a little, cute(feel the sarcasm) writer's blcok whcih I seem to hev quite often, but I alwys seem to get over it.

So, enjoy the chapter!

Silent Nights

The trio and Hermione stared at the back of the portrait where Harry disappeared.

"What did he mean by that? Not a school anymore…" said the younger Hermione, not believing her own ears.

"Just what he exactly said. There are things about our future that you 3 can't even begin to understand and this is one of them, but let me tell you something, something that I'm sure you've already guessed. The Harry who left this room was not like the Harry you all know, even though it's not entirely his fault. He changed a lot. We all did. Losing people close to use always leaves scars, even though the pain may ebb away with time, it will never disappear." Said the only occupant of the room who came from the future.

"Harry had to endure a lot of things, more than you can imagine right now and he is blaming himself for everything that had happened in the past, or the future for you and it hurts him that he is not able to tell you about those things and that he can't change it. He is blaming himself for all the deaths and happenings and has been doing so for more years than I care to count." and He is blaming himself, had been doing so for more years than I care to count.""with a quick apology and a good night she followed her husband.

"Well…that was informative" said Ron, staring at the place where just a few minutes ago the future selves of his best friends were sitting.

"Informative" said the younger Hermione, taking in the word. "You, Ronald Weasly call this informative. It's no wonder that you are not the best student. This was unbelievably not informative. More like an awkward dancing around the subject, trying to tell as little as possible without letting it show. You saw them too. It's scary."

And that was the exact thoughts of the others too. Very frightening. The way they had been acting. Especially Harry, the older.

"A war going on. They said there was a war going on in the future. Do you think…Do you think that's why they were so different?" wondered Ron.

"Yeah, maybe. But what kind of war? It seemed that it was a very bloody war, even worse than the one when You-Know-Who was alive. It can't be that bad, can it?" asked Hermione, showing how naïve she really was.

"You saw him." Said Harry, who has been strangely quiet, clearly referring to the future himself. "That...that man was nothing like me. Hell, he was worse then Snape! If there were a competition that tried to decide which of them is the sourer that someone who's claiming to be the future me would won the first prize on his happiest day!"

"Oh, come on, ha wasn't that bad" said Hermione trying to hide the obvious, that Harry, her Harry was right. Even she couldn't believe her own eyes and it was scaring her and look in Harry's eyes told her that he didn't believe her either.

"You know, Hermione, you, I mean the future you was different too, but in a good way." Continued Harry, trying to ease the tension that his future self caused.

Hermione looked up curiously and asked:

"What do you mean by in a good way? Don't you like the way I am now? 'Cause none forces you to be my friend if you don't like me the way I am." Of course Hermione knew that Harry didn't mean what he said in that way and never intended to hurt her, but she was edgy and seemed to overreact everything that night. The future Harry and Hermione not only scared her but made her think about the future and the horrible things they seemed to have to see and live through.

Harry knew that Hermione didn't expect an answer, for he was aware that Hermione wasn't angry at him, she was only frustrated and hated the lack of knowledge and information.

All three of them were very confused and not just because of all the secrets the two time traveller seemed to hold. All of them (even Ron with his emotional level being one of a teacup) saw that there was something between the future Harry and Hermione, something that they couldn't quite put their hands on, but it was still there. A silent understanding.

Even though all of them saw and felt it they didn't say anything about it.

"I guess I'm off to bed. I need some alone time to think. See you tomorrow morning. 'Night." Said Harry and with that left the common room.

"I'm going too. Good night." Ron heard Hermione say.

"Go on. I have a letter to write to mum." Answered the boy, however, unknown to his best friend he was lying. He needed to think about the happenings of the night.

'I just don't understand' he thought. 'We are supposed to be best friends, right? But they are here without me. Could it be that we are not friends anymore in the future? What if I'm dead? No, it can't be. Neither of them seemed upset or angry when I asked about me? Or did they? No definitely not. Then what…?'

"Argh!" he shouted in frustration. "It won't do me any good if I stay up all night thinking about things I can't and won't understand for quite some time." With that, ha collected his chessboard and chess pieces and left the room, leaving it dark and silent behind him.

LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL

After Hermione left the common room she ran all the way to their sleeping quarters and after uttering the password of the portrait of her husband climbed through his portrait hole, finding no one at all in the living quarters of Harry, not that she expected anyone.

After Harry returned form his training and they decided to make Hogwarts their headquarters (as it had closed its gates after the death of its headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, it was still safer than most places in the world) and before the attack on their beloved school that destroyed almost all of it Harry used to go up to the tower from where they rescued Sirius and Buckbeak in their 3rd year with the aid of Hermione's timeturner.

Hermione didn't meet a soul on her way to the tower, which had been her husband's favourite place until the fatal attack.

As she suspected she found Harry on the balcony of the tower, staring into the space, seemingly lost in his thoughts, but as Hermione lightly touched his shoulder he showed no sign of surprise.

"It still hurts, you know. His death. And every single souls' who died because of me." He whispered as Hermione approached him, hugged him and rested her head on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. She didn't have to ask whose death he was talking about. She already knew it. They had gone through this conversation countless times in the past.

"It's not your fault. They died for something they believed in"

To this, Harry looked down at her and smiled one of those rare, but true smiles. The ones that always warmed Hermione's heart. This was like a tradition for them. Whenever Harry would be upset he would come up here, Hermione would come after him, hug him and then they would kiss, but unfortunately, due to mentioned circumstances they hadn't had the opportunity to do this for a long time now.

So when Harry leaned in to kiss his wife Hermione was expecting him and happily responded to his kiss, moaning into his mouth as he licked her bottom lip, asking for entrance. As they were kissing Harry's hands found their way under the T-shirt Hermione was wearing under her robe.

After a few minutes of passionate kissing Harry broke the kiss, but not the contact he had with Hermione's bare skin.

"We should go back to our rooms, don't you think? It's getting colder and you don't want to catch a bad cold, do you?" asked Harry, though his eyes were more alive then ever with love and lust, reminding Hermione of the old Harry.

They made their way towards their portraits silently, leaving some distance between them as they knew that if they touched each other there would be a great possibility of them never making to one of their bedrooms.

The moment they reached the entrance of Hermione's rooms they said the password in unison. The portrait barely closed behind them, but Harry had Hermione pinned to the wall, passionately kissing her mouth, then her neck, while his wife was struggling with the buttons of his shirt.

Clothes went flying in the room, until Harry decided that it was time to take their actions to a more comfortable place and with one hand he held Hermione, not taking his mouth off of her. He opened the door of her bedroom with his free hand and closed it with the same one, giving them some privacy and the pleasure they have been wishing for for months.

So, this was it and I know that nothing much happened, but please, send me a review and keep reading!

I need some help. Someone please tell me the chronological order of the following events:

-Snape teaching the class abut the werewolves

-Sirius with a knife in the Gryffindor tower

-Harry findin out about Sirius being his godfateher and the crimes he had been inprisoned for

-The Quiddics match where Harry fell off of his broom thanks to the Dementors

-Hagrid's lesson with Buckbeak

-Fred and George giving Harry the map

-Harry's talk with Lupin about the boggart lesson