Hermione sighed. "Well, we have a month. For now, let's just go to bed. After all this excitement, I'm beat." Harry agreed, and they were soon snuggling into each other, deeply asleep.
The next morning, after breakfast, the teens didn't play games; they were both too hurt by their friends' inability to accept their relationship, and immediately went to work on the potion. It was a lot more complicated than the polyjuice potion from second year, but the only time restrictions were how long it took the ingredients to interact with each other, and the longest reaction took twelve hours, while the shortest took an hour. Considering there were over 50 ingredients, it was going to take a while. However, since some of the ingredients needed to be added simultaneously, it could be done in about a week.
After a silent lunch, they added the next five ingredients to the potion and studied the book on wandless magic. They were pleased-and disappointed-to find that it didn't go right into wandless magic. First, they went into silent spellcasting. This could be done in two ways; one way was to say the word silently, and the second was to imagine the effect of the spell. They both decided that the second way was better if they got fast enough at it. The reason they decided on this one today was because neither really felt like talking.
So far, they hadn't really had much luck with silent casting; Hermione had only been able to do it twice, and Harry just once. They only worked for an hour before realizing that their minds were wandering too much to actually be able to do anything, so they quit and decided to talk to each other.
"I don't know what to do," Hermione admitted.
"Neither do I," Harry commiserated. "I mean, I don't know Ginny that well, but Ron was supposed to be our friend. I mean, I figured he'd be jealous, but this is more than I expected. I mean, accusing me of using love potions? I feel like my name's come out of the Goblet of Fire all over again."
"I know, Harry," Hermione sighed. "I knew that Ginny still had a crush on you, but I thought she'd at least try to be happy for us. I never thought she'd act like Ron."
"You know what," Harry said determinedly, "forget them! If they can't even try to be happy for us, they obviously aren't very good friends! Plus, we have each other. We weren't worried about them when we were on good terms with them, so I why are we worried about them now?"
Hermione gave a small smile. "I guess you have a point." The smile faded and she sighed. "But I can't seem to get them out of my head."
Harry got a smile. "I could always distract you," he suggested, arching his eyebrow.
Hermione smiled, guessing what he had in mind. "How would you do that, Mr. Potter?" She asked, feigning ignorance.
"Well…" Harry began, "I think I recall doing something at Gringotts…. If only I could remember…" He smirked.
Hermione's grin broadened. "Perhaps I can remind you, my knight," she said, and-ignoring his blush-kissed him. After a few moments, she pulled back and asked, "Was that what you had in mind?"
"Perhaps, but I do remember it lasting a bit longer," Harry responded with a smile, before leaning over for a much deeper, longer, and more passionate kiss that left them both gasping when they finally broke apart. "Wow!" Harry finally said after a few minutes.
"You can say that again," Hermione said in a dazed voice.
Harry chuckled a bit, and said, "Wow!" He stood, and pulled Hermione up with him. "Come on, love, we need to practice! After that, I think we should try the Patronus!" Hermione, still a bit dazed, giggled and agreed.
When they got outside, Harry pictured the silver Patronus in his mind, and willed it into existence imbued with his recent memory. To his surprise, it worked immediately. He just stared at it, a bit stunned; not only had it worked silently, but it was about twice as big as before!
Hermione was also staring, feeling a bit jealous. "Wow, Harry; that must be one happy memory!" She said, hiding her jealousy.
Harry smiled at her. "It is! It's the one I just made!" Hermione smiled sweetly at him, no longer jealous. She focused on the same memory Harry had just used, and watched in amazement as her otter appeared, also twice as large as when she had seen it last.
Before she could say anything to Harry, she found herself floating in the air. She glared at her boyfriend who was silently levitating her, and returned the favor. They were soon at eye level, wondering who was going to give in first, when Harry got a mischievous glint in his eyes and silently summoned Hermione to him. He felt her concentration on levitating him break, and levitated himself-not even thinking about the fact that he had put his wand away so he could kiss his girlfriend. Harry had just unknowingly cast a silent, wandless levitation charm on himself, and was maintaining two spells simultaneously for several minutes while he enjoyed snogging his girlfriend.
After they broke apart, Hermione tried to step to him, and found she could only move her leg. Frowning, she looked down, and gasped to see that they were still floating. She looked at Harry, then back to the ground, and then back to Harry. "How are we still floating?" She asked, looking very confused.
He leaned over to whisper in hear, "Magic." After a moment, he couldn't contain his laughter anymore, and decided to explain to his affronted girlfriend. "I felt your concentration break, and decided to levitate myself so we could enjoy it."
Hermione gasped, and raised her hand to forestall Harry's question. He didn't know how long they'd been up there, but it had been a while. That was very draining, magically. Plus, the heavier the object, the more power it took. She had always known Harry was more powerful than her, but knowing he had maintained the levitation of two teenagers for however long he had been was daunting; she knew it would have been maybe thirty more seconds before she would have had to end the levitation on Harry, and he was holding both of them for much longer than that, and seeming unfazed.
Hermione wasn't the only one thinking; Harry was just realizing that he had cast wandless magic. He thought back to all his cases of accidental magic, and realized that they were all wandless, as well. He tried thinking about what he had done differently, and realized that he hadn't been thinking about how hard it was. He laughed out loud, startling Hermione.
"What is it?" She asked.
He smiled at her, saying, "I did wandless magic to make myself levitate!" His smile broadened at her gasp. "I was thinking about it, and I had an epiphany; if I'm not thinking about how difficult something is, I can succeed at it! The Patronus is a good example; I was told it would be hard, and had difficulty casting it. But once I saw that I had cast a full Patronus, I did again effortlessly!"
Hermione looked at him while he was speaking, first stunned, and then thoughtful. It made sense, actually. Her mum actually had a set of CD's that basically said that what you expect happens; apparently, Harry had proved it!
She grinned up into his smiling face. "I guess I'll have to stop telling you how difficult something is, then!" She thrilled at his laugh, and decided to explore her thoughts with Harry. "Do you feel tired at all, my knight?"
Harry frowned, confused at the question. "Not at all, love, why?"
Hermione just gaped at him; she doubted even Dumbledore had the strength necessary to do this, and if he did, he'd definitely be noticing some type of strain! She wished there was a way to test how powerful he was!
"Love?" Harry interrupted her musings. "What's going on?"
Hermione shook her head to clear it. "I was just wondering how powerful you are," she answered, a bit awed.
Harry's frown deepened. "What do you mean? You're probably just as powerful as me, and Dumbledore could kick my ass."
Hermione shook her head. "Harry, if you hadn't summoned me over here, I was going to have to release the magic holding you soon anyway. And even Dumbledore would probably be exhausted from holding two teenagers in the air for as long as you have been!"
Harry looked shocked. "But I don't feel tired at all!" Harry protested, unable to believe he was stronger than Dumbledore. "Is there any way to test your claim?" He asked.
Hermione bit her lip-stifling a giggle as Harry's eyes zoomed in on it-and shook her head. "Not that I know of. I can prove you're more powerful than me, but I can't prove you're more powerful than Dumbledore."
"Is there any way of knowing what my actual power level is?" Harry asked.
Hermione paused, thinking. After a moment, she slowly nodded. "I think there is. I recall mention of a spell that does that, but I can't remember what it is, or where I saw it. Maybe we can ask Dumbledore."
Harry gave her an incredulous look. "You think he'd agree to help us? After the way his last visit went?"
Hermione nodded. "I think he will. He may have ended up hurting you, but I believe he meant well. I also think he'll want to get back in your good graces."
Harry sighed, acquiescing with a nod. Then he got a stricken look. "How did I forget about Dobby and Winky?"
Hermione started; she'd forgotten about them, too. "Harry, could you put us down now?" She asked. He looked startled at the change of topic, but they started drifting down. Satisfied, Hermione suggested that he call the little elves.
Dobby and Winky appeared simultaneously, bowing, and started in unison, "Master Harry Potter, sir-"
Harry cut them off. "I thought I told you it was just Harry, or, if you have to, Master Harry," he said with a mock glare.
"Yes, Master Harry," they both said, bowing again.
"And please don't bow," Harry added, sounding a little pleading.
"Yes, Master Harry," the both said again, visibly restraining themselves from bowing again. "What cans we do for Master Harry?" They asked, still speaking in unison.
"I wanted to know how you two have been, and I was wondering what you'd been up to," Harry said.
"We are goods, Master Harry," they said. "We has been cleaning Potter Manor."
"Potter Manor?" Harry asked, startled. "I have a manor?" The elves nodded vigorously, also in unison, and Harry was starting to wonder what was going on. "Why are you two doing everything in unison?" Harry asked.
"Wes are bonded, Master Harry," they responded. "Like you and Miss Grangy."
It seemed to be a day for surprises, and Harry started again. "What do you mean, we're bonded?" Harry asked, frowning as he remembered the book Magical Bonds that they had been attracted to.
The little elves glanced at each, seemingly startled as well. "Yous don't know?" They asked. Harry shook his head. "Buts you have book!" They said, clearly confused.
Harry and Hermione looked at each other, then Harry turned to the elves and said, "We haven't read the book yet."
The elves looked shocked by this. They then shook their heads vigorously, saying, "Is not our place to tell Master Harry of bond."
Harry sighed, knowing he could make them tell him, but unwilling to do so. "Alright, I won't push you guys to tell me. Would you two mind getting the Headmaster for us, please?" He asked. The nodded vigorously, popped away, and popped back moments later with Albus Dumbledore.
"Ah, good evening Mr. Potter, Ms. Granger," he said in greeting. "Lemmon drop?" He shrugged when they shook their heads and popped one into his own mouth. "I understand that you two wish to see me."
Hermione and Harry shared a look and silently understood that Hermione was better at this, so she would be the one to talk. "We were wondering if there was a way to test a wizard's power level," Hermione said, resisting the urge to add 'sir'; she wanted him to work at building bridges, not give him one. "I have reason to believe that Harry might be stronger than you," she added, causing Harry to blush.
Dumbledore chuckled. "I would admit to being rather impressed with that, as most adults have lower power levels than me. But in answer to your question, yes, there is a way to detect power, and to answer your next question, yes, I will say it aloud so you can learn it." He raised his wand and incanted, "Nomen deprehensio." A shimmering wall appeared. "If you pass through the wall, 2 numbers shall appear. Your power level will appear on the top, and your recharge rate will appear on the bottom. For your age, the average power level is about 50 magical units-yes, we have units for magical strength-and the recharge rate is about 5 M.U.M.s, or magical units per minute. For adults, it is 70 and 10, respectively."
"What are your power level and recharge rate?" Hermione asked.
Dumbledore chuckled. "I will forego modesty and boast rather proudly that my power level is 132 and my recharge rate is 30." He ignored the looks and said, "Perhaps, we should find where your powers are," he suggested. The teens nodded, and-with another silent communication-Hermione went first, and a number appeared. "Very nice, Ms. Granger, with a power of 83 and a recharge of 16 your magic is very impressive. Mr. Potter, if you would," he said, gesturing to the wall. Everyone just gaped at his numbers, for a little while, before Dumbledore finally regained his senses and said, "Mr. Potter, with 125 as your power level and 7,500 as a recharge rate, you will be more powerful than me when you reach adulthood and you will never have to worry about running low on power."
"That's Harry's magical power times sixty," Hermione said, awed. "He gets his own power every second!" Harry frowned; he didn't want a super-power. Seeing Harry's look, Hermione suggested, "Harry, maybe this is the power Voldemort 'knows not'!"
Harry's frown deepened. "I thought it was love," he said to the Headmaster, who just shrugged.
"I don't know Harry. It was the only thing I could make sense of at the time as it's the only thing Voldemort seemed incapable of. It was also your thoughts of love that threw him out of your head, but these numbers are a very persuasive argument to the contrary. If that is all you wished to ask, however, I will be going." With that, Dumbledore summoned a blade of grass, turned it into a portkey, and vanished, leaving the two teens rather dazed.
Hermione shook her head, trying to clear it of awe. "Come on, Harry, let's continue our practice." Harry nodded silently and, armed with his epiphany, was soon floating and summoning things after a few minutes, making Hermione a bit disgruntled.
"Try it without thinking about it, love," Harry suggested when he saw her look. Hearing his pet name for her made her a bit less annoyed, and she nodded. Discarding any preconceived notions about how hard wandless magic was, she thought about the book levitating to her. Nothing happened. She tried again. Nothing. She stopped trying for a moment to relax. She thought about Harry's magic levels a little, and wondered if power level had anything to do with it. Trying to do it absentmindedly, she held out her hand for the book that would float into it. She soon found herself holding it. "I knew you could do it love," Harry said to her with a huge grin. "Just like everything else," he added teasingly, causing her to blush.
"Once is not a guarantee I can do it again, Harry," she said, faking exasperation. Before he could respond, she tried to wandlessly summon Harry to her. Success! "Now it means I can," she said with a mischievous grin before she kissed him.
After the kiss, they decided to have some fun with their wandless powers, rather than duel, since they'd skipped their fun that morning. "Would you care to have a water fight, my knight?" Hermione asked with another grin. Harry's eyes widened in excitement, and Hermione laid down the rules. "Alright, no continuous streams of water, just balls of it about half the size of a quaffle. The first person to be hit ten times loses. No shield spells, but if you can stop the water in another way, go for it." Harry nodded.
When the adult Grangers got home, they found the kids laughing in the backyard throwing waterballs at each other.
WARNING: Since this story is adopted, and the original writer wanted to delete the story off his profile, I had made a mistake in the process of posting the chapters. I missed the next chapter, and I cannot post it, as I had it saved to my profile page, instead of onto my computer, and as we all know, they get deleted after a while, so the next chapter is gone. If memory serves me correctly, they get married in the magical world, and thats about it. Sorry for the mistake, and I hope that I can possibly rewrite the chapter so theres not a gap. Just a warning now.
EDIT: I fucked up again, and messed up the next TWO chapters... In the next chapter after next, Harry meets up with the Weasles and it doesn't go too well for him, or Hermione, but they do agree to try and be friend's even though they were betrayed. So... ill definately be trying to repair the mistakes i made. Sorry guys!