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Chapter 9

Cleaning and Comforting

The next few weeks went by quickly. Hermione's wounds healed and she began to get used to the way things worked in Harry's house and around Death Mountain. It wasn't half bad, all she really had to do was keep Harry's house clean and do errands for him.

Ron dropped by alot to visit Harry. He was quite friendly and funny and Hermione and him became fast friends. Hermione gathered a bit though that part of the reason he was her friend was so he could eat the food she made. This boosted Hermione's ego ever so slightly because she never had thought she could cook very well.

Hermione had decided that this was a much better life then she had been living before. She now lived in an interesting place, with lots of interesting people.

Hermione had taken it her responsiblity to clean Harry's Mausoleum and after having cleaned her room and glancing into the rest of the rooms, she realized that Harry was NOT entirly tidy. Actually, he was quite messy.

Hermione, already having cleaned her room and the kitchen, started on the library, which took an awful long time because there were so many untitled books that she had to search forever to find who had written the musty old thing in the first place. After her sorting expierience in the library, Hermione believed that she had inhaled at least a quart of dust and didn't really feel so fond of dusting anymore.

Next, she started on Harry's room. She waited till he went out one night to go visit Ron then snuck down the dark hallway to his room. The door creaked as she opened it and Hermione glanced around. At first glance, Harry's room looked nothing more than an ordinary room. Except an EXTREMELY messy room. Hermione glanced around at all the clothes, books, and stuff on the floor, and the unmade bed. And all with a thick topping of dust. Hermione sighed went to get a basket to put the clothes in. When she came back, she started throwing clothes into the basket and then shoved the heap off to the side. Crawling around on her hands and knees, Hermione turned into a dust monster, but in the process found all the books and stacked thenn neatly on the shelves. Ripping the sheets off Harry's bed, Hermione stuffed them into the laundry basket as well.

The last thing Hermione did was find a box to put all the extra stuff in. Then she took the laundry to the well that was conveniatly located inside and washed it all. After hanging them out to dry, Hermione returned to Harry's room with a duster, not really to dust, but to sort of just poke around.

Opening the door, she stepped inside. Glancing around, she realized that she had not looked under the bed. Dropping to the floor, Hermione looked but all she could see was black, so she reached her arms under and started pulling things out. None off them were all that interesting, just pieces of paper with reminders and sorts on them. Until she uncovered the photo album. Hermione stood up and started leafing through the thin pages, covered in pictures and didn't hear the footsteps coming up behind her.

One particular picture drew to her attention. It was a picture of two people. A man with wild black hair and a charming smile had his arms around a woman with bright red hair and brilliant green eyes. The woman was in a beautiful wedding dress and the man had on a dashing tuxedo.

"Thats my mom and dad."

Hermione snapped the album shut and whirled around. "Harry," she gasped, staring at him. He had startled her and Hermione started blabbering thinking that he was mad at her, "I wasn't looking through your things, really, I wasn't-I mean I was but-"

Harry cut her off by putting a finger on her lips. "I'm not mad Hermione. It's your job to clean for me and I'm not all too tidy. I think its good you came in here."

Hermione's mouth formed a little 'o' shape.

Harry sat back down on the bed and Hermione sat down next to him. "That picture is from my mom and dads wedding."

Hermione looked at the picture again. "Your mom is really beautiful. And your dad, he looks just like you. Are they still alive?" At the last comment, Harry's face seemed to cloud over in sadness. Hermione wished she hadn't asked. "It's okay, you don't have to answer if you don't want to."

Harry shook his head. "No, it's okay. They were both killed the night I had the curse put on me. The damn witch who turned me into a vampire decided to kill my parents as well. I guess she thought I didn't deserve to have anyone."

Hermione enveloped Harry in a hug. Stroking his back and running her hands soothingly through his hair, she comforted him, "It's alright Harry. You do have someone."

Harry looked up at her. "Who?" he questioned.

Leaning in and giving him a small kiss, she replied, "Me."

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I'm sorry it's so short you guys, but that felt like the right place to cut it off. I swear I'll have the next chapter up really soon. I just need to find some time to finish it.

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