Chapter 19
She opened her mouth, but closed it without speaking. Everyone exited her room leaving Hermione hurt and confuse right now. Hermione put her head on top of her legs trying not to cry.
"There is still good in you." Hermione whispered, "I know there is."
Voldemort sat straight up in bed, gasping for air and drenched in sweat. His eyes swept around the silver and green color in his room. Then, he started to hear a voice…a woman's voice.
"There is still good in you. I know there is." The voice whispered.
The Dark Lord snarled as he got out of bed and went to his mirror. He saw his reflection: waxy, gray with black eyes. As he continued to stare at his ugly reflection, he suddenly saw a black-haired boy with blue eyes sitting next to a girl with long golden hair with hazel eyes. They were both sitting on a bench outside laughing.
"NO!" Voldemort roared as the glass breaks to pieces.
Voldemort put on his black cloak and decided to summon for his most loyal servant. Back at Number 12, Severus groaned in pain.
"I have to go." Severus said, "The Dark Lord wants me. Probably about Hermione." He said before he disappeared.
"Did he just call Hermione, Hermione?" asked Ron.
"You asked for me, my lord?" Severus bowed down.
"Severus, I want you to tell me everything you know about Hermione Granger." Voldemort asked.
After that horrible day, Hermione knew that today was Christmas Eve and didn't feel like opening presents tonight. So, the young witch spent the whole afternoon in her room reading books without letting anyone inside except for Ginny since she and Hermione are sharing a room. However, Hermione was afraid to go downstairs because everyone will look at her differently. Hermione sighed as she looked at her clock, 2 more minutes till midnight. She got up from her bed and went downstairs were everyone else was sitting down, laughing and smiling.
"It's about time Hermione!" yelled Ginny.
Everyone turned his or her heads to face Hermione and she didn't like the attention towards her. Hermione sat down on the ground near the fireplace and put her head against the wall, waiting for everyone to open their presents. The young witch noticed everyone's reaction when all of them opened their presents that were from her; Hermione smiled.
"Hermione, aren't you going to open Sammy and Rafael's presents?" asked Ginny.
Hermione nodded and pulled out a box from the bag Rafael gave her. First, Hermione opened the card:
Merry Christmas, Hermione!
Hope you have a great one! Sammy and I hope you like our present since we wasted all of our money for this present. See ya after the break!
From,
Rafael and Sammy Andrews
Hermione smiled at the card because it had the picture of her and them at Hogesmade smiling at the camera. Hermione opened the small box that was inside the box and the young teen found something that made her jaw drop. It was a charm necklace with pieces of some of Hermione's favorite stuff on it: a book, a wand, an "H", and an arrow sign.
After Hermione and everyone else finished opening their presents, Hermione still felt uneasy around the gang. She stared at Harry, who was staring at Hermione too but not in a nice way. Hermione sighed and decided to go the attic upstairs and think for a while. However, she didn't know that Harry was following her.
Harry went inside the attic finding it cold and dusty. It was actually dark inside but the moon's reflection made it not so dark. As Harry was walking around, he found Hermione staring at the moon crying.
"If you're here to yell at me, just forget it." Hermione said sniffling.
"Hermione, I didn't come up here to yell at you." Harry answered as he walked towards her, "I came up here to say I'm sorry."
Hermione's back was still facing Harry but he didn't care.
"Hermione when we kissed the other night, I felt a little odd to be around you." Harry said, "To tell you the truth, I had a crush on you since I first saw in you that dress at the Yule ball. I felt so jealous when you were dancing with Viktor Krum that I wanted to gram you away from him but I couldn't. I wasn't mad at you, Hermione. I was mad at myself. To let my feelings get away with things."
"Is that why you ignore me?" Hermione asked.
"Yes…no. I don't! I thought you didn't feel the same way I felt about you." Harry answered. "And every since Voldemort rise back, I was afraid to be in a relationship with you because I knew he would kill you. And I didn't want that, I didn't want to lose the only thing that was meant living for."
Hermione turned around to face Harry and smiled at him. "You really mean that?" she asked. Harry didn't answer her but walked towards her a little closer making Hermione a little scared and nervous. She looks so beautiful right now, Harry thought.
He lifted his thumb up and wiped more tears away from her face. The silver rays from the moon hit her, making her eyes sparkle more than usual. He smiled gently at her and Hermione averted her eyes nervously. He cupped her chin in his hand, forcing her to look back up at him. When her brown eyes finally met his green ones, he smiled once more and said, "You're beautiful."
Hermione gave a small gasp and stared at Harry in wonder. He leaned forward just slightly, as if asking silent permission. Hermione nodded slowly and her eyes fluttered close. The next moment, Harry's lips were pressed against her own and church bells went off in her head. Her arms slipped around his neck and his went firmly around her waist. They both lost themselves in the gentle but deep kiss, their true feelings for each other finally bursting to the surface.
