Chapter 9: Chapter 9

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Hermione opened her eyes feeling very warm and protected. She started at whatever was in front of her- the wall. She sighed and turned herself full one eighty degree when she felt something or rather someone restricting her to do so. She looked down and saw a very familiar arm around her waist as it tightened slightly around and then felt Harry mutter against her hair in his sleep. A smile stretched her face as she felt Harry's hard chest on her back. Taking her own time she turned slowly and softly facing his. She saw Him sleeping right in front her peacefully without any worry in the world. She knew that the last few days were hell was hell for him and her both. But nothing could compare what was hone to Harry, it was just so unfair for him, to be betrayed by everyone you had trust.

First the return of Sirius which was very, very risky something she wouldn't have done it for anyone…except Harry. He deserved it. She knew deep down that if it were anyone else, even her she wouldn't have done it. Never. The only exception in everything for her was Harry. "He deserves the best after all that he has been through."

"He looks so calm." She thought as she observed him. She observed him, looked at him as though she was looking at him the first time ever. "Whenever he is awake his face is always masked with worry and fear; fear for others around him." The thought passed in her mind. Just see him smile she agreed to take the risk, the risk of getting Sirius back from behind the veil. So see him smile again, to make him feel that there still are people who care for him that she cared for him…maybe more than friends. She shook her head lightly shooing the thought away. This was not the right time, not when he doesn't know whom to trust and whom not to.

"There is never a right time sweetie; you have to make the time right." She remembered her mother whispering right before she left to pick Harry up. She is always amazed the way she could read her so easily and with ease. Her parents knew that there was something going on the magical world but they never tried to stop her. Not even once. She is lucky to get parents like that and she is forever thankful for it.

Her eyes again found Harry's face. His face so smooth. Tentatively she moved her hand to his face and brushed his jaw with her thumb. When she saw that he wasn't disturbed by it, she stared skimming and brushing her hand to his face trying to memorize every bump, his smoothness and roughness due to the growth of facial hair. She remembered her reaction very well when she came to know about Dumbledore and the Weasley's.

She always though Headmaster Dumbledore as the greatest and the most powerful headmaster ever in the history. She used to feel so proud studying in Hogwarts under Dumbledore's watchful eye. He was her role model someone who always knows what is right and what is not, and the moment she came to know his ugly and bitter truth, she was shattered. And to add to the burn she came to know about the Weasley's, who in her eyes were the ideal family. She felt disgusted knowing them. She couldn't believe that they took money from Harry's account for them staying them and having food there.

She felt sick. She felt as though she didn't know whom to trust anyone anymore. Then she thought about Harry. Poor Harry, She sighed and brushed the hair out which were falling on his eyes. She caught a peek at his scar. The scar which makes him different from the others, which makes him "The boy who lived" from plain Harry. She brushed her thumb over it and sighed again.

"Don't sigh so much, you will get wrinkles." Harry mumbled his eyed fluttering.

"What?" she asked as she quickly snatched her hand away from his face.

"I said don't sigh so much, you will get wrinkles." He said smirking at her.

"What! That's rubbish." She said in a no non-sense voice.

"Not from what I have heard." He replied.

"Harry you goof." She exclaimed and sat up in the bed.

"Sleep well?" she asked.

"Best I had in many years." Came her reply.

"Harry you promised." Hermione said pleading him to tell her about the Dursleys.

Harry slowly nodded and pulled her down, lying next to him. "What do you want to know?"

"Anything, everything." She shrugged.

"Well the Dursley's don't really like magic that much, and neither did they liked my parents, so when I came along, they were pretty mad. You see my aunt was jealous of my mum's magical abilities; and last year I came to know that when my mum got her acceptance letter from Hogwarts, she wrote a letter to Dumbledore, asking if she could also study there even without any magic in her." Harry paused as he saw her eyes went wide.

He just smiled and continued "Dumbledore had rejected her kindly but then she came to know that my mum knew about the letter and that made her hate her more, she even started to pretend that my mum did not exist. And it also made her to stop liking magic. So when I was left at their place, she hated me to as I was a constant reminder of her sister. They think wizards are filth." He finished and looked at Hermione. Hermione's eyes had turned a little watery. She knew how much Harry hated her cry so, she cleared her throat and looked away for a second.

Changing the subject she said "We should get going."

"But why?" he whined. "Let's just go back to sleep."

"We can't, its already late and we have to before Sirius-"Hermione never got to finish her thought, because she heard a knock on the door and almost immediately the door opened and saw Sirius peeking in "Hey Hermione, you seen Harry. I am not able to find –" He stopped short when he saw Harry and together on the bed rapped in the blanket.

"Never mind" he said and went out.

"No Sirius-"Hermione started but he had already left.

"Harry, go to your room fast get ready. We have to explain him that we did nothing last night. Fast Harry!"She said pushing him off the bed as she got up from the bed .

"Okay, okay. I am going." Harry said as he went out of the room.

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