The Empty Parchment by yomoedmb

Rating: PG
Genres: Romance
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 6
Published: 18/06/2007
Last Updated: 18/06/2007
Status: Completed

Hermione is stuck in telling her feelings to a certain male.




1. The Empty Parchment
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*I am in love with him.* She thought sitting there tapping her quill against the parchment.
*But how do I tell him? How do I tell the boy that has been my friend for so many years that I
love him? How can I put into words the way he makes me feel when he's around, when he talks to
me, when he smiles, even* *when he* *coughs? Why is this so very…*

Her thoughts were interrupted with the portrait hole swinging closed loudly behind her. She
jumped a little and saw her best friend Ginny walking in.

“Hey Hermione!” Ginny said walking up to the couch Hermione was planted on.

“Hey Gin. Where have you been all night?”

“Oh Dean and I were having a fray. I just couldn't stand it so I walked away.”

*That's the usual,* Hermione thought to herself. She knew that Ginny and Dean had tiffs
over nothing at all, all of the time. She also knew that being the tantrum filled redhead that
Ginny was, she had a special talent for running from arguments. “Oh I'm sorry to hear that,”
she finally said while looking down at the empty parchment.

“What are you writing… or trying to write there?” Ginny asked finally sitting herself beside
Hermione and looking at her curiously.

“Oh, nothing really. Just brainstorming a few things for class and not getting anywhere. I think
I'm catching a cold or something, my mind has been lagging for some reason recently.” She
stated briskly. *Oh nothing**,* *just trying to tell* *you ex-boyfriend*
*that I love him no matter how stupid he can be sometimes.* She thought, knowing those words
could never escape her mouth, especially to Ginny.

“Uh huh. Well if you won't tell me the truth then I should just go up to the dormitory
before Dean comes looking for me. Night Hermione.”

“Night Gin.” Hermione said staring back down at the parchment.

She watched as Ginny climbed the stairs and once she was out of sight, resumed her thinking of
what she could say that would not scare Harry away.

*Harry*. She wrote on the parchment. “Well that's a start,” she said to herself
aloud.

Finally she knew what she had to say. She started scribbling furiously on the parchment letting
her heart go wildly and hoping that her brain wouldn't interfere for once in her lifetime. She
pushed out any thoughts of consequence and just let her heart's wishfulness win for once.
Hermione let all of her guards down to this piece of parchment she hoped that she could give to
Harry, the friend she had felt so strongly for.

After an hour passed she finally was done. She turned over the piece of parchment five times to
notice how very long the letter was. Hermione started reading it to herself until she heard the
portrait hole swing open once more and she jumped, unaware that anyone else was still up.

“Ello Mione.” Dean said, walking into the room with a sad air permeating around him. “Why are
you still up?”

“Oh nothing, just catching up on some writing I've been meaning to do,” she said, quickly
hiding the parchment in a book nearby.

“Right,” Dean said having not listened to what Hermione had told him since he was in his own
little exasperated world. “Have fun with that knitting then.”

Dean climbed the stairs slowly dragging his feet and Hermione watched him knowing that she
should follow him, but she realized how exhausted she was and decided to let him be. For she had
much more important things to do besides trying to comfort the uncomfortable.

The next morning Hermione awoke in her bed to the sun shining brightly on her face. She knew
that no matter what she had to do this today. She didn't know why she had to do it today but
she just felt like if she didn't she'd regret it for the rest of her life. With that she
climbed out of her bed and walked to her trunk to get dressed and then headed down to the common
room.

The room was mostly empty being that she had, for the first time in the history of her being at
Hogwarts, slept late. Most of the others were either finishing up breakfast or outside enjoying the
nice weather already. Most of them except for the one person she needed more than anything.

“Good morning sleepy head,” the messy haired lad that owned her heart said seeing her enter the
dormitory. It even crossed her mind that he was actually waiting for her to come down before going
anywhere.

“Mornin'. Did you just wake up too?” she asked.

“Oi' no I've been up for hours. Just enjoying the nice… fire.” Harry hesitated on making
up an excuse for the real reason that he had been sitting in the common room. For of course
Hermione's guess was right that he was in fact waiting for her to wake. “I found something in
my book that I wanted to talk to you about.”

*Of course, he just wanted me to do his homework for him. Why else would he be waiting for
me?* Hermione thought to herself while walking to him.

Instead of seeing homework sitting out though, she saw her own handwriting on a piece of
parchment that he was holding. At seeing it she gasped and blushed and was close to moving away to
shrink into a hole or something.

“No, don't you walk away Hermione. So you did write this?”

Hermione nodded and plopped down in a chair across from Harry hoping to keep distance if he got
angry at her.

“And you really…” he trailed off looking at the parchment. “feel that `without you Harry I
don't think I'd ever know what happiness was with all the darkness around. I want to be
with you. I want to kiss you and cuddle with you and have you hold me. I want to love you
openly.'?”

Hermione blushed more furiously, as if that were possible, and nodded awkwardly at her words
being read aloud by him.

Harry slowly put the parchment down and walked to her. He bent down next to her chair and rested
his hand on her cheek, as if trying to put out the blush that had risen there. He looked deep into
her eyes and she began to tear up, realizing that she did love him so much that it even hurt.

“I want to love you openly too Hermione,” Harry finally said. He then rose up and kissed her. He
kissed her softly and perfectly, just the way that Hermione had always dreamed it would be like. It
was as if he knew exactly what to do with the pressure of his lips against hers, and this made her
cry.

“Why do you cry?” he asked her while wiping away her tears.

“I.. I.. pictured it would be like this.. but I was too.. sc… scared to ever try. I didn't
want to ruin things with us. I even thought you would be mad, that I would threaten our friendship
with something as foolish as real feelings.” She said in between gasps of her tears.

Harry smiled at her and even laughed a little as he continued to look at her deeper. *If only
you knew how long I've wanted this moment to come. Bloody hell I wanted it to happen years
ago.* He thought. Then he kissed her again. Deeper, more passionately. He wanted to keep kissing
her for years to come, but was disrupted by a noise of someone clearing their throat behind
him.

Slowly he turned around to see Dean and Ginny standing there with not a look of shock, but to
his surprise, a look of triumph on their faces.

“It's about bloody time that you guys stopped hiding behind your cloaks from each other,”
Ginny hissed walking over to the couch and sitting down.

Dean laughed and then made sure to give Harry a pat on the back before taking a seat next to
Ginny. “Ya, I guess Voldemort should return more often if it's going to bring people to their
senses about each other.”

Embarrassed, Harry cringed at this comment and looked at Hermione sporting his infamous puppy
face. Hermione took this as a cue to brush his cheek and give him a good snog for comfort.

"Well at least *we're* not fighting all of the time.. right now." Hermione
stated reproachfully at the couple sitting across from her.

"Oh right. Like that's going to last long. Everyone knows that fighting is a part of
relationships. Getting through them builds that needed strength and support." Dean retorted,
looking at Ginny to smile his endearing smile.

"Oh don't make excuses for your insanity Dean." Ginny teased, pecking Dean on the
cheek despite his clearly shocked look.

This brought laughter all around, and the feeling they all shared - after this, no matter what
happened with the war, they were all going to work out fine with love on their side.

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