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Sorry it took so long to update but I've been kind of busy lately. I just finished reading His Dark Materials and cried like a little baby for a couple of days. I just finished crying and decided "Hey! I will write a bit..." So, here it is. If you have read the books, you will notice that I kind of stole a phrase from the book. But, it belongs to Phillip Pullman.
Anyways, hope you like it!
Her legs had gone numb, therefore she was occasionally moving them, but besides that, she wasn’t moving much. Her mind kept drifting back to a couple of nights previous. She had kissed Harry. Or, Harry had kissed her. It didn’t really matter at all, the point was, they had kissed.
Hermione shock her head at how childish she sounded. It didn’t matter who had done it, just that they had done it. She hadn’t tried to stop it, and neither did he.
She casted a quick glance over to the inside of the tent. He was still sleeping.
They hadn’t really talked about it. He hadn’t given any signs to do it, and she decided not to push the subject. She didn’t want to know what he thought about it. And she didn’t even know what to tell him.
Perhaps, she thought, it’s better like that. Perhaps they shouldn’t press the matter further. Leave it as an unresolved matter, and never talking about it again. It was normal, right?
Hermione looked up to what she could make out of the sky. She didn’t have much experience with it, but she had read a lot of books and watched a couple of movies. Friends do kiss friends.
No, they don’t. She sighed. If friends were made to kiss each other, they wouldn’t be called friends.
A sudden movement interrupted her thoughts. Harry had woken up.
“I need a wand” Harry said.
Hermione looked up to him. They were sitting on the floor that morning, eating a breakfast made from the very last of the food Tonks had given to them.
For the last couple of days, since the... “Incident” (as Hermione had chosen to call it), they had barely spoken to each other. So, of course, the sudden desire of Harry to make conversation surprised Hermione.
“I know” said Hermione.
They both nodded, feeling the tension that was creating after two days of barely speaking.
“We need to talk” she said. She was holding The Life and Lies of Albus Dumbledore book under her left arm, and he saw it.
His eyes expressed resentfully, but he said nothing, just nodded.
“I want to go and see Xenophilius Lovegood”
He looked definitely surprised.
“Sorry?”
Hermione sighed and closed her eyes. “Xenophilius Lovegood. Luna’s father. I want to go and talk to him!”
“Er... why?”
Who cares, Hermione thought.
They were both hidden underneath the Invisibility Cloak. Hermione grabbed Harry’s arm, noticed he was also looking into the Burrow. She frowned. Something in her stomach squirmed at the realization. He was thinking of Ginny.
They started walking over in the direction of the Lovegood’s house in silence. Hermione was lost in her thoughts. That something that squirmed in her stomach was still moving furiously apparently.
How dared he look over to the Burrow with those eyes. How dared he think of Ginny, when he had just kissed her a couple of days previous. She threw a quick glance over to him. The moron...
They had taken the cloak just before knocking on the door.
“What? What is it? Who are you? What do you want?” he asked.
“Excuse me?”
“Where’s Luna?”
“I’ve... already told you. She’s down at Bottom Bridge, fishing for Plimpies.”
Hermione walked over to a nearby desk where the copies of the Quibbler were laying.
“Harry, look at this” she said, urgently.
She showed him the front of the magazines, which showed his picture, with the words “Undesirable Number One”.
“The Quibbler’s going for a new angle, then?”
Hermione walked around the room, scanning pictures and copies of the magazines, letters, everything she could find.
“They took my Luna...” Mr. Lovegood was saying. “Because of what I’ve been writing. They took my Luna and I don’t know where she is, what they’ve done to her. But they might give her back to me if I... if I...”
“Hand over Harry?” Hermione finished.
He just looked over to them. “They will be here at any moment. I must save Luna. I cannot lose Luna”
He walked over to the staircase, trying to stop them from leaving. Hermione drew her wand, ready to attack.
“Don’t make us hurt you” Harry said. “Get out of the way, Mr. Lovegood.”
Hermione was closer to the window, and saw movement outside. She casted a quick glance outside and saw people landing and getting off their brooms.
“HARRY!” Hermione screamed.
Harry looked over to the window too, and as they did, Mr. Lovegood drew his wand as well. He pointed over to Hermione, and Harry, realizing his mistake, grabbed Hermione by the waist and pulled her down.
There was a very loud noise and the world seemed to be coming to an end. Everything within the room seemed to crash. Harry and Hermione flew through the air as well, and fell hard on the floor.
Hermione tried to get up but there was something heavy on her legs. She tried to move it herself, but couldn’t. She heard coughing and realized Harry was besides her trying to help her get up, but the wood that was over her leg was heavy.
They looked around. Everything in the room did crash. Hermione looked over to Harry and put her finger on her lips, begging him for silence.
They heard movement on the floor below. “No... no... upstairs... Potter!” they heard Mr. Lovegood saying.
They were trapped. The Death Eaters were inside the house. Hermione looked around, trying to find a way out, but without being able to get up things weren’t going to be easy enough.
“I swear... I swear... Potter’s upstairs!”
“Homenum revelio” said a Death Eater.
Hermione gasped involuntarily. She knew what the spell was for. They were now going to know they were indeed there.
“There’s someone up there all right, Selwyn”
“It’s Potter, I tell you, it’s Potter! Please... please... give me Luna, just let me have Luna...”
Hermione’s brain was working furiously. She pointed Harry, silently asking him to go over to her.
“Come on, we’ve got to get out of here” he said. Hermione looked over to him, thinking furiously. They only had one chance.
“Do you trust me, Harry?”
Harry nodded, rising an eyebrow. “Of course I do” he said, simply.
“Okay, then...” she breathed. She offered her hand to Harry, who took it quickly. It was their first physical contact in the last two days.
The printing press blocking the stairs was vibrating, they were going to get in any second.
“Hold tight” she whispered to him. “Hold tight... any second”
Mr. Lovegood’s face showed up and she pointed her wand over to him.
“Obliviate” she cried. Then, pointing her wand to the floor, “Deprimo!”
There was suddenly a hole in the floor beneath them, and they fell through it, as she held hard on to Harry’s hand desperately. They heard a scream from bellow, and for a split of second were able to see the Death Eaters. She forced herself to concentrate on what she was trying to do, as she turned around in mid air and Disapparated them.
Harry entered the tent and then turned around to look at Hermione, who was still sitting on the ground, looking really pale.
“You okay?” he asked worried, as he walked back over to her.
“I think I broke my leg” she said.
Harry looked terrified. “You think?”
He walked closer to her and helped her up. He put her arm around his shoulders, and held her waist with his arm. They entered the tent, and he laid them on one of the couches. He knelled in front of her and raised her pants up to take a better look to her leg.
A heavy chest of drawers had fallen on top of her leg. She had assumed it was broken, therefore. That, and the pain she was feeling, which was killing her.
Harry gasped, and Hermione looked over to him, scared to look at her leg.
“Well, it’s not broken”, he said. Hermione looked down to her leg and saw blood. Blood all over her leg, and her pants. Too much blood for her taste.
“What am I gonna do?” she asked, her voice higher than she expected.
Harry smiled. “I’m afraid we’re going to have to cut it...”
She hit him playfully in the head. “Don’t joke about it, Potter! It hurts... and look at all this blood!”
Harry laughed. It only annoyed Hermione. That was no time for laughing, she was bleeding and they had almost been caught by Death Eaters... and they had been betrayed, again!
She stared angrily to Harry, who tried to act serious.
“I’m sorry... I’ll go get the First Aid bag...”
“This is no time for jokes, Harry”, she said, serious. “One of the only people who still supported us has betrayed us. And, we are almost caught...”
Harry walked over to her with the First Aid bag, and started cleaning her wound, as Hermione kept muttering. “Honestly... how stupid can I? Fall into the same trap twice. First at Godric’s Hollow, and now...”
“It’s not your fault” said Harry, quietly
“Yes, it is! I forced you to go over to the Lovegood’s...” Harry was now wrapping a bandage around her leg. “From now on I will think things throughly... better...” Harry had finished with her wound, and Hermione looked down to it.
There was no more blood coming from her anymore, and that made her mood change a little. Harry was still kneeling in front of her, as he watched her.
Hermione looked down to him, and studied his features. “Okay... maybe I did overreacted.” She said.
Harry smiled as he reached out for her hand and gave it a little squeeze, she returned the gesture. She had to admit that those couple of days of no speaking and no touching each other had been torture. She missed him terribly, considering he was right there with her... all the time, all alone.
That night, in that forest, in that tent, they weren’t just Harry and she wasn’t just Hermione. They weren’t just a couple of teenagers. They were the only two people in the world who could actually stop Voldemort. And, they were the only thing each of them had left.
Then, they were holding each other by both their hands, and Harry had moved inches closer. Hermione could feel the warm coming from his body, and was thankful, for outside was freezing. She smiled over to him, as he reached out and hugged her lightly.
Hermione rested her head on his shoulder, and breathed in his scent.
“I just want this to be over” he said.
Hermione didn’t know what to say. So, she just hugged him more tightly and waited for him to continue speaking.
“We cannot even trust the people we are supposed to trust... First Dumbledore, then Ron... and now Luna’s father...” he was holding her desperately, clinging. “It seems right now, the only person I can trust is you”
Hermione buried her face on his neck. She knew just how he felt, for she felt just the same. She imagined his pain was bigger than hers, for the actual weight of the task ahead of them was falling on his shoulders.
“You can trust me” she said with a shaky voice. She hadn’t expected her voice to come out like that.
“I know...”, his voice was a little shaky, too.
He suddenly pulled away from her, and kissed her on the lips. She immediately closed her eyes and returned the kiss. She hadn’t intended to do it that fiercely, but her body reacted automatically.
She graped her arms around his neck, and opened her mouth. He responded all the same, graping his hands around her waist and accepting the offer she was making. As the kiss grew more desperate, so did her heart. She could feel it going faster than ever, and wondered if Harry’s was too.
She suddenly pulled away from him, and as he did over to reach back for her, she stopped him.
“Don’t ever kiss me again” she said, coldly, as she stood up and walked outside the tent to go the guard for that night.