Chapter 5: A Kiss Was All She Needed
A/N:The lyrics go to a song called 'Amazed' by Lone Star, it's an extremely sweet song! Thanks for the reveiws!
Hermione was weaving through the crowds of fellow students, rushing to her next class. if she was late for Arithimancy, Professor Vector would be very grumpy. It was the last class of the week, and Hermione was tired. She couldn't wait until that night, after dinner, to get to the library, where she would spend another night studying, and doing her homework with Harry.
Harry, meanwhile, wasn't threading his way through students, but up a tight spiral staircase next to Ron, and Cho was slightly ahead of them. They were on their way to Divination, while six floors below, Hermione was also in a rush.
"Harry, Ron! Hurry up! we'll be late!" Cho called, as she stepped up to the top of the staircase, and started to climb the ladder. Harry and Ron quickly followed, and when they got into the tower classroom, Professor Trelawney was glaring at them, and Cho had already sat at a table at the front with Parvati and Lavender. Ron and Harry took the only spare seats, a table in the second row, and took out their books.
"Now, class, we face an unusual lesson today, As your OWLs are approaching, we turn ourselves to a relaxing lesson, that elightens the seeing membrane in you. So, Lean back, not on the pouffes, mind you, and think back to your first day of Hogwarts, on the platform." She instrusted the class, and Harry, leaning forward since he was on a pouffe, and crossing his arms on the table and lying his head on them.
Flashback
An eleven-year old Harry Potter, with the same messy jet black hair and vivid green eyes covered by round, black rimmed glasses that he had now, was holding the hand of a small asian girl who was standing next to him, with black hair that rippled as she jumped up and down.
"Hogwarts!" she was exclaiming with each jump, and two adults, also of asian heritage, were both pushing trolleys, lumped with massive trunks baring identical coats of arms stamped on them, and one had an owl in a cage, an owl the colour of pure, untrampled on snow.
"I know Cho! Im excited too!" he said loudly, and he pushed his glasses up on his nose, grinning at the girl next to him. the twosome stopped outisde the barrier separating platforms 9 and 10.
"Okay, Harry, Cho, run through the platform barriers." Mr Chang instructed, as him and his wife stopped behind the two children. Harry and Cho grinned at eachother, and with their hands still intwined, they ran at the barrier, and they station around them disappeared, and a new popped up. A scarlet engine was perched on the trcks next to the platform, smoke billowing around the platform, which was packed with teh sam amount of children and adults that was there at the end of every summer.
"Oh wow!" Harry and Cho said as one, and Mr and Mrs Chang appeared behind them.
"Okay kids, lets find you a compartment" said Mrs Chang in her calming, soft voice, and her and Mr Chang rushed off, pushing the trolleys. The two kids, still holding hands, quickly followed.
"Well, Harry, Cho, have a nice term, Cho, come for christmas darling. We'd invite you too, Harry, but we're going to Lin's parents" Mr Chang said, and he grinned at the two children. The adults kissed the two children, and after one last hug, Harry and Cho, still standing, with their hands joined, watching Mr and Mrs Chang disappear off the platform.
End Flashback
Harry opened his emerald eyes, and looked around the classroom, Cho was gazing at him, smiling, as she would have just finished remembering the same memory.
"Now, think about the memory, really concerntrate" said the professor, he eyes bulging excitedly. "Hold your wand to your temple, thinking about your memory, and pull the wand away from your head." the whole class put their wands to their temples, and as they extracted the wands from their heads, fine silver treads were attached to the tip of each persons wand, "put the threads in the vials in front of each of you." she instructed, watching the class. She then started to open a small cupboard in the corner of the class, and pulled out a massive grey stone sink.
"A penseive!" said Harry clearly, as he had seen one the previous year in Professor Dumbldore's office. Trelawney nodded, and put the sink up on the table at the front of the class.
"Alright. Miss Patil, bring us your vial." Professor Trelawney instructed the small short indian girl in the first row next to Cho. Parvati stood up nervously, and took the small glass vial to the teacher. Parvati went back to her seat as quickly as possible.
"Now, Who has used a penseive before?" Trelawney asked the class, glancing around at everyone. Harry raised his hand tentatively, and everyone stared at him, including Ron and Cho, the only two who also knew about his penseive adventure.
"Now, line up in single file, Mr Potter in front, who will show you how to enter the penseive. I've got it on pause, so It'll only start when I enter" She further instructed, and The class loudly, and messily lined up in front of the ancient sink, and everyone was watching Harry, and as he bent over, he plunged his head into the gassy liquid, and was immediately sucked into it's depth, and instead of hitting the bottom of the sink, he ended right way up in Kings Cross. The remainder of the class assembled around them, looking around at the frozen station. 2 indian girls, with identical plaits, blue jeans and pink t-shirts, were standing about a metre away, looking like statues.
After the memory had finished, all of the students was sucked out of the penseive and spat out onto the classroom floor. Harry was teh first, and he headed back to his seat so that there was space for everyone else to get hurled out of the pensieve. Cho grinned at him as she elegantly got out and with a flick of her black blanket of hair, sat back in her seat. Professor Trelawney got out last, and she immediately dismissed the class, who left cheerily, as it was the last class of the week, Cho and Ron starving hungry and with piles of homework to do, and Harry thinking of his library session with Hermione after dinner.
Hermione was thinking about the library session later that evening, and she wished Harry would ask her out, but the other day when Harry hinted at it, she blew him off, and probably scared him off. Hermione wasn't really hungry, so she went straight to the library after Arithimancy, and got out her little notebook from her bag, which was her journal and she wrote. she wrote for about an hour, and looked over what she read, and ripped it out of the notebook, and chucked it under a book.
"Hey 'Mione!" Harry exclaimed, as he rounded the shelves to the table they usually sat at was located.
"Oh, Heya Harry" she said, smiled up at him as he sat down.
Later, Hermione was really tired, and decided to turn in early.
"Harry, I'm really tired, would you mind putting the rest of these books away when you leave, I'm going to go now." She said, and he nodded, and stood up to hug her.
"You coming in here tomorrow?" he asked her as he pulled her into him, her chest pressing hard into his.
"Yeah, at about 10." she replied, and she could feel her breasts pressing into him, and it felt amazingly good.
"I'll be here at 10. See you then!" he said grinning broadly, and they could both tell that they were looking forward to it. Hermione extracted herself from his arms and left, after picking up her bag.
Harry put away all of the text books, and found a page from a notebook. Must be Hermione's otherwise it would be on parchment. I guess I shouldn't read it. He battled with his conscience for a few more seconds and eventually, he unscrewed it, and sat down to read it
Start of Journal Entry:
Dear Journal,
I can't beleive that the other day, in the library, I think Harry was hinting that he wanted to ask me to hang out in the weekend, but stupid me blew him off! I'm so stupid. I like him so much, and yet when he makes a move, I freeze up and reject it, so I doubt when I get ready to say yes that he won't ask because I keep rejecting him. I'm sooooo Stupid! I think I'm in love with him, but I'm kind of scared of Cho, she's really pretty, and extremely popular, and he would never look at me in that way when she's in the picture, she's so perfect, and I'm just plain old geeky Hermione Jane Granger. I'm not pretty or popular, in fact I am the complete opposite of both, so I have no chance with Harry, Quidditch super-jock and the Boy-who-lived, he could date any girl he wanted, so there would be no chance for little old me. It's kind of depressing, knowing my luck I will end up with someone like Colin or Dennis Creevey, who are a lot younger than me. I just wish he knew how I felt, but it's obvious he wouldn't feel the same way. I would tell him how I felt, but I'm too shy, I'm not like that, I can't be upfront and I don't have any experience with guys!
Today, in Arithimancy, Draco Malfoy threw a Dungbomb at me, and everybody laughed. He called me a filthy mudblood too, and I almost cried, I couldn't help it. I hate it how Slytherin people always call us muggle-borns 'mudblood' it really annoys me. But Draco, well he infuriates me! his little smirk, his shiny slicked back blonde hair and his smugness. He has this whole auroa that he's superior to everyone else, because the Malfoy family is quite high in wizarding society since Mr Malfoy has donated lots of gold to the ministry and St. Mungos. But he seems to think that becuase his parents used to be in You-Know-Who's inner circle. What's with that?
Harry, I think I
And that's where it ended.
Harry threw the paper in the bin, got his bag, and walked up to the Gryffindor Tower. He thought hard about what she had written in her journal. There was a Hogsmeade trip tomorrow, maybe he would ask her to go with him for the afternoon. Maybe. He should just kiss her. He'd wanted to for so long, maybe it was just time to. He'd always found some lame excuse to worm his way out of just going for it. Up in the Tower, there was an owl on his bed.
"Hedwig!" he exclaimed, it had been ages since he had written to Sirius, he had completely forgotten. "Thanks Hedwig" he whispered, taking the scroll from her leg and patting her soft feathers. she hooted dolefully, and flew out the open window, which he closed after he'd watch her travel around and across to the Owlery, he unrolled the parchment, sitting on the bed and started to read.Harry,
Looks like you've got a problem. I found when I asked girls out, that I was good looking, and girls were desperate to be with me, which should be similar for you, considering your fame, and fortune --not saying your ugly--. No idea on how to approach this girl though, she seems headstrong and booksmart, almost like your mother. Don't act like an arrogant prat, that's why your mother rejected James all of the years he tried to ask her out. Just be honest, and truthful, I never was, and look at me, I'm all alone, in Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place, thinking about you coming for christmas.
Well, good luck, I'll see you at Christmas, and if you get with this 'Hermione' then invite her for christmas lunch at the Burrow, Molly won't mind.
Love,
Sirius
Harry laughed, and he undressed, put the letter in his bedside drawer. he slipped between the warm sheets of his four-poster and looked up at the moon. His hug later that evening with Hermione, gave him a small ounce of determination at how hard she had hugged him.
Hermione was looking at the moon. She was wrapped in her sheets, staring at the full, bright moon that shone through the dormitory window. She thought about Harry, and what she had written about him in her journal. She smiled at the moon and thought about what tomorrow would bring at the library, and she found herself humming to herself, as she drifted off to sleep.
"Oi!" someone shouted as a pillow collided with the side of Harry's face as he burrowed himself into the pillow. The noises around his room seemed amplified, and Ron was yelling at him to get up as everyone else got their things ready to go down for breakfast before heading to Hogsmeade for the day. The sun was shining through the window, making Harry squint, but the cloudless sky merely sparkled in response, and Harry relaxed back on his pillow.
"I need some more Dungbombs, my case is almost empty!" said Dean, rustling around in his trunk.
"You coming mate?" asked Ron, pulling on a pair of maroon socks. He looked expectantly at Harry, who was looking very relaxed in his bed.
"I'll come to breakfast, but I'm not going to Hogsmeade" Harry said, throwing back his covers and jumping up.
"Okay, but Hurry up, I want to get to Zonko's before everythings gone." Ron replied, stuffing the wrinkled, nearly empty, but clinking, ancient looking money bag into his robe pocket.
"Ready" Harry said straightening up, grabbing his copy of Modern Wizarding Acheivements of the 20th Century, which he had to return to the library and followed Ron down to the common room.
Hermione saw, over her bowl of cereal, Harry and his friend Ron enter the Great Hall. She smiled slightly, even though he wasn't looking at her, and took another mouthful of cereal.
"Oh, look, Granger has a crush on Harry Potter!" shreiked Marietta Edgecomb, who had been watching Hermione as Harry had come in.
"Do not!" Hermione replied, rather childishly, but she blushed.
"Ooo! You blushed, you so do!" said Marietta excitedly, looking at her friends, who were also watching Hermione with interest.
"I'm going to tell him!" she said, laughing, and standing up, walking towards the Gryffindor table, quickly followed by Hermione.
"Please don't!" Hermione said nervously.
"I am!" Marietta said, and she walked up to Harry. "Hello, Harry" she said snidely, looking at him with desire in her eyes.
"Hello Marietta. Hiya 'Mione, I was just about to head to the library" he said conversationally, and Hermione flashed him a quick smile, but she looked horror-struck.
"Yeah, well Harry, I just found out who has a massive crush on you!" Marietta said grinning evilly, with a small side glance at Hermione.
"Please don't Marietta!" said Hermione quietly, dreading what was about to come out of Marietta's mouth.
"Oh, Really? Do tell" Harry said, with interest, and looked at Hermione.
"Granger!" shreiked Marietta, barely containing her giggles. people were looking around nervously, wondering what the high pitched noise was.
"Sorry who?" he said, pretending to be confused, but hiding his sheer delight.
"Hermione!" she rephrased, grinning broadly.
"So? I happen to think that Hermione is an incredible person, I'm very flattered" he said, grinning at the two Ravenclaw Girls. he was ready for the kill, Marietta was going to get it. "In fact Hermione, would you like to come with me to Hogsmeade after we've been to the library?" he asked her, smiling at Hermione, an Marietta was glaring at the two, and Hermione's blush was deepening by the second, and she nodded.
"I'd love to Harry!" she said, gushing.
"Oh my god! get a room!" said Marietta agressively, pushing people aside to return to her seat.
"Do you have any stuff?" He asked Hermione, who shook her head, her hair spinning aorund her, glittering light from the sun reflecting off of each strand. "So let's just go to the library." Harry picked up his book, and linked arms with her, and her heart stopped for a quick second, and they walked toward the library.
"So, Little 'Mione's got a crush aye?" he said, taunting her. She blushed deeply, and looked away. "It's okay, I have a crush on someone too, It's normal" he said reassuringly, grinning mishcheiviously.
"On Who?" she asked interestedly, looking back at him, with a slight look of hurt in her eyes.
"I'll tell you when we get to the library," he whispered lightly in her air, his breath tickling her air, and a shapr intake of her breath followed, and she took in his scent, a pleasant, aftershave like smell.
The library was empty. Even the first and second years had found something to do, most likely out in the sun. A sunny day was unlikely, but relished by students in the middle of November. Hermione followed Harry to their normal table, and they sat down. Harry placed his book on the shelf it came from, and watched Hermione look for a book. he walked as silently as possible up behind her. he grabbed her waist and spun her around.
"'Mione" he whispered as his face inched towards hers. she smiled, and closed her eyes slightly, her face to the side. Oh My God, my first kiss! Hermione thought, as she looked through her eyelashes at him. he kissed her lips delicstely and her hands slowly wrapped around his neck, and his held her waist. he nibbled gently at her lip, and she slightly opened her mouth, and he thrust his tongue ever so lightly into her mouth, and his fingers lightly traced her back bone, and she moaned in his mouth. he couldn't help but smile, and their tongues wrapped together in a slow motion duel, and her fingers ran through his hair. his hands travelled down her body, his fingers lightly tracing her body, and his hands wrapped lightly around her bum. he broke off, and he loked into her chocolate brown eyes, which sparkled like jewels as they looked into his shiny emerald orbs.
"'Mione, I've wanted to do that for so long" he whispered to her, their arms still wrapped around each other. she nodded and smiled,
"I know, I've wanted you to do it for so long" she replied, and he smiled.
"Hermione Granger, Will you go out with me?" he asked her, his voice returning to normal volume, even though they were still close.
"Oh, Harry, yes!" she said, her voice going high pitched as she hugged him tight.
"So, Who's your crush?" she asked, conversationally, as they continued looking at each other.
"You, 'Mione, are the Chosen One." he said, and she grinned. he kissed her lightly on her temple, and they broke apart.
"Shall we go to Hogsmeade?" she asked, raising her carefully plucked eyebrows.
"Of course, my darling" he curtsied as he said this and she giggled. he took her hand in his, which she found surprisingly warm, and she walked alongside him.
"When's the first Quidditch game?" she asked, as tehy walked past the Quidditch stadium, and she saw Harry staring up at it with longing.
"Next weekend, Gryffindor vs. Ravenclaw, who are you going to cheer for?" he said, and he shot her a sideways look. she grinned, and shrugged.
"Probably Ravenclaw" she said, and she watched as he feigned shock. she laughed, and he looked at her and they both stopped walking.
"Well, I'm going to have to make you change your mind" he said firmly, and he pushed her to the ground. he kissed her nose, and he tickled her. She shrieked, and he laughed at her. he tickled harder and she shreiked so high pitched he was knocked back. She took out her wand and pointed it at him.
"I surrender!" he said, and they fell back on the grass, laughing together.
"Oh 'Mione" he said, as he leaned over her and kissed her deeply, and she pulled him down onto her, and he fell on top of her. her hands were running through his hair, and his hands were running along her body, inching up her stomach. he traced her stomach lightly, and she moaned again in his mouth. he traced her breast, and she broke the kiss.
"What's wrong Hermione?" he asked, as he lay next to her.
"Nothing, It just surprised me." she said, and she smiled reassuringly at Harry. "It was nice, but I've never-- Don't laugh, but I've never kissed anyone like that before" she blushed dark red, and he looked at her.
"That's okay, You're very good, I haven't had much anyway." he said, and she smiled at him.
"You flatter me!" she said, giggling, and she patted him on the chest. He stood up, and tugged at her hand,
"Come on! I wanna go to Honeydukes!" he exclaimed excitedly, pulling on her hand like a little boy. they half walked, half ran, down the sun drenched lane to the village.
"I couldn't imagine a better day to go to Hogsmeade, or a better person to go with" Harry said, and Hermione grinned up at him.
"Aw. How corny!" she said, teasingly. He laughed at her. "I didn't say it was a bad thing!" she said, and she snuggled into him, and he loosely wrapped his arms around her shoulders and smiled down at her head, which he kissed.
Honeydukes was full of Hogwarts students, purchasing and tasting sweets.
"I love their chocolate!' she exclaimed, and together they squeezed around the packed shop towards the Honeydukes Chocolate stand. Selecting 4 or 5 blocks, they also got Peppermint Toads, which Harry loved. They took the sweets up to the counter, and as Hermione rustled in her robe pockets for a few spare coins.
"No." Harry said simply, extracting a bursting money bag from his pocket, and laying a golden Galleon on the counter.
"Keep the change" he said off-handedly, and the Honeydukes man beamed, and the couple smiled.
"Harry! you gave him 3 times what you should have paid!" Hermione exclaimed as they exited out onto the road, many students were roaming around outside, and a few looked in their direction.
"I have a couple of million Galleons in my vault, it's nothing, plus Sirius has this automatic payment thing, where 12 galleons from his vault goes into mine every week." Harry said, and she relaxed.
"Okay, where do you want to go?" she said, changing the subject, and she looked up at him. he stared out over the mountains, and into the distance.
"Zonkos?" he replied, but shook his head. "I don't really want to" he said, and looked down at her.
"How about the Shreiking Shack?" she added, and he nodded.
The Shreiking Shack was silhoutted against the sun, and Hermione and Harry stood in the sun, and Hermione conjured a blanket out of thin air. they lay down next to each other, silently
"Thanks for coming with me" he said quietly, and he blushed lightly.
"Thanks for inviting me." she said simply.
"What do you like to do in the sun? I'm so bored" he replied, and she laughed.
"At home, in the summer, I always sing to the radio, even when I'm in the pool." she said, laughing, and she looked at him, and took in his appearence, one thing she never got sick of.
"Sing to me 'Mione" he said, and he propped himself up on his elbow to watch her.
"No!" she said, blushing
"I bet you sing heavenly" he said, "Go, please" he pleaded, and she took a deep breath.
"Every time our eyes meet,
This feeling inside me,
Is almost more than I can stand,
Every time you touch me,
I can feel how much you love me,
And it just blows me away,
I've never been this close to anyone,
Or anything,
I can hear your thoughts,
I can see your dreams.
Every little thing that you do,
I'm so in love with you,
It just keeps getting better,
I wanna spend the rest of my life,
With you by my side,
Forever and ever,
Every little thing that you do,
Baby I'm amazed by you.
The smell of your skin,
The taste of your lips,
The way you whisper in the dark,
You're here all around me,
Baby you surround me,
Touch every place in my heart,
And it feels like the first time,
Every time,
I wanna spend the whole night,
In your eyes"She stopped, and looked at Harry, who was smiling brightly, looking over the land, the rolling hills back to Hogwarts.
"That was beautiful, you have the voice of an angel" he mummured, and he kissed her forehead.
"Thanks, It's one of my favourites. It always plays on the 80's station" she said, and she lay back. Harry leaned down over her and kissed her. She deepened the kiss (she was getting used to it by now) and he pulled her over onto him. He twisted her hair around his finger, and she ran his fingers over his Quidditch body.
"There's the clock, it's time to head back" said Hermione as the kiss was broken by a gong in the distance. They stood up, the blanket was vanished, and they walked back towards the village, to walk the lane back to school.