Harry's POV~
Hermione and I were still working on our lines the next day. I look at her again. Looking at her, I feel a warmth that I've never felt before.
I don't know why, but being with Hermione, here in the Room of Requirement, brings me more peace than I can imagine. With her, I feel as though my worries are over, gone for good. I feel as though I have my childhood innocence again. This innocence that was deprived of me since I was one.
The innocence that I robbed of her.
Guilt passed through my heart, causing it to plunder deep into my stomach. I had robbed my best friend of her innocence. She has every right to ignore me, to hate me. For I've never ever given her the life she deserved. The life I am sure that she wanted, but couldn't have because she was stuck with me.
So now that the horror had now passed, why is she still with me?
"Did you ever wonder what you're life would be like if you hadn't met me?" I asked.
Hermione looked at me in confusion, "My mind drifts there sometimes."
"Oh," is all that I can say.
"But I really like it this way, you know," she adds smiling.
I smile too. At least she appreciates being with me. That counts as something, right?
Hermione looks at me with a determined look and asks me, "What about you?"
What about you?
What about you?
What about you?
Her words echo in my brain and I start to drift. What about me? I never would have made it without her. I never would have stopped Quirell in first year. I never would have known about the basilisk in second. I never would have rescued Sirius and Buckbeak in third. I would have driven myself insane in fourth. I would have drowned in my sorrows in my fifth. Durng the hunt for the Horcruxes, I most likely would have died. The list goes on and on.
I mustered up the courage for my answer.
"I owe everything to you," I said.
"Oh, Harry," she says, "don't say things you don't mean."
"I do mean it," I say finally. My cheeks are hot. Flaming. I can't breathe.
"Harry?" she asks, coming closer to me.
Oh Merlin, my heart is beating a thousand beats per minute! She's coming closer. I can't move. She's coming closer. Stop moving Hermione! She's coming closer. Put me out of my misery already!
Hermione's POV~
Oh Merlin! My feet can't stop moving towards him! Am I hyperventalating? Oh no, I am!
I walked closer to him. I try to cover up my nervousness.
"Are you okay Harry?" I ask him.
"Y-yeah," he says, and I drop the subject. I'm left breathing heavily as I start to calm down.
"Listen, we've been tackling this for two days now, let's do a little rehearsing time."
"Sure," he says, smiling awkwardly.
"Let's try," I pause, looking at my script, "Act 2 scene 1?"
"Sure, why not?" is all he says, looking at his script. He clears his throat and begins the scene.
"Look, I don't love you, so stop following me around. Where are Lysander and beautiful Hermia? Lysander I want to stop, but Hermia stops my heart from beating. You told me they escaped into this forest. And here I am, going crazy in the middle of the woods because I can't find my Hermia. Go away, get out of here, and stop following me," he says in an annoyed tone and makes me laugh.
"I hope your acting in your final performance is better than it is now," I say.
"Why Miss Granger, I have never heard such insults!" Harry says with mock hurt, I laugh even more.
"You attract me to you, you cruel magnet! But you must not attract iron, because my heart is as true as steel. If you let go of your power to attract me, I won't have any power to follow you!" I say in concern.
This time, Harry laughs.
"Your singing may be amazing, Granger, but your acting needs just as much work as I do!"
"Shut your mouth, Potter!" I try to say with sterness but I can't contain my laughter.
Ron's POV~
I think I've gone mad.
No, I know that I've gone mad.
I mean, I almost kissed Luna by impulse yesterday! Damn my male hormones! How am I going to face her today?
I hit my head on my bedpost until I know I have a concussion. I feel my forehead and sure enough, there's blood. I know what I have to do now.
I must face the music and apologize. Then I start to wonder, where exactly did the term 'face the music actually come from? Music isn't really that bad, so why are you hiding from it in the first place? I make a mental note to ask Hermione about this later and I find myself in the Great Hall for lunch. Luna starts walking towards me and-
Crap! Crap! Crap! Crap! Crap! She saw me! Are you a man or a mouse, Weasley! my mind shouts.
"Where's the cheese?" I ask myself.
"Did you say something, Ronald?" Luna asked.
No, I was just having a debate with myself, "No." I say.
"Why is your head bleeding?" she says in her misty voice. She sounds so far away.
"Umm... I tripped and fell," I answered.
"Oh," she says softly, "well, let me help you with that," she says, licking a napkin and dabbing it on my forehead, I blush at the gesture. I really should start doing this more often if I get the same treatment from her.