Boom. Hermione woke with a jolt. Boom. It was a thunderstorm, she hated thunder. She claimed she wasn't scared, however, she was terrified. Hermione also hated being alone during them. Regardless, she felt a burning desire to be with Harry, she couldn't hold it off no more. Sliding out of bed she put on her slippers and crept to the guest room. Peering towards the bed she found it empty. Looking around she found him in a corner curled up, in a fetal position. Approaching him she asked, "Harry what's up?"
Harry lied, "Nothing just don't like thunderstorms."
"That's not it Harry please tell me," Hermione said putting a pout on knowing something was off.
Turning towards her so she could see the moonlight creep upon his face from the moonlight, "I'm a freak and yet you put me in here with all this stuff it's not right I live in a cupboard where no one loves or likes me." He said sadly.
"Harry I like you. Thank you for telling me this but this will be your new house soon so thus, you will no longer be living in a cupboard. For now get in bed" She told him still not having the courage to say, love.
"Hermione, why did you come in here?" He asked.
Hermione replied blushing, "Well I hate thunderstorms and I want to be with you"
"I have an urge to be with you as well." He admitted
"Well get in bed and go to sleep"
"But I don't deserve-"
"You do, now is there anything you want?"
"I want to be in your arms again." he told her blushing slightly.
"Well, that's ok." She said moving towards him.
With that they both climbed into bed and snuggling together they both fell into a deep peaceful sleep.
In Scotland, a far way away, in the room of a castle high up. A quill started to levitate, dipping itself in the ink it started to write. The only inhabitant of the room had just walked in, he slowly walked towards the book to see what had been written in it. Opening the book he skimmed through it to find the latest entry.
"Soul Bond: Harry Potter, Hermione Potter"
The man cursed quietly before thinking, "Minerva will be interested to see this, I'll see if she's awake."
Walking up to the fireplace he threw some flew-powder in and said, "Minerva McGonagall Hogwarts." peering into the room he spotted her. He coughed quietly and said, "you've got a home visit tomorrow." before passing her the book and exiting the fireplace and retiring back to his room.