Author: Consulting Centurion PM
H/Hr: Hermione's show's up at the Dursley's soaking wet and hysterical, Harry comes to her aid, what happens when they get locked in Harry's room for an entire weekend together? What about when they go to the Weasley's? FLUFF-FEST. R&R. poss. name changeRated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Drama - Harry P. & Hermione G. - Chapters: 5 - Words: 8,600 - Reviews: 56 - Favs: 50 - Follows: 109 - Updated: 11-05-08 - Published: 07-09-08 - id: 4383827
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Disclaimer: did you REALLY think that I owned Harry Potter and all its glory? …pssht. Yeah right. And I suppose you are the Queen of Ukraine right? (BTW I KNOW THAT UKRAINE DOESN'T HAVE A EFFING MONARCHY. I'M NOT DUMB SO STOP WRITING BLOODY REVIEWS ABOUT IT. DUH. THEY DON'T, ITS CALLED SARCASM YOU FRICKING IDIOTS.)
A/N: so this is just a lil fic I came up with tonight, I got the idea in my head and I just couldn't get it out. Okay. So Harry and Hermione are about to enter their 6th year, Apparation has been moved to 16, and Sirius is NOT dead, he narrowly escaped and was in a magically induced coma for 5 months…but he is ALIVE. Dumbledore will not die in this fic either BTW. Dobby is still Dobby and Kreacher is as fowl as ever and Hermione may or may not attack Ron with canaries. Yay Minerva! Anywho. On with the story…R&R.
Harry sat on the hard floor next to his bed where the floorboard, that contained all of the food and sweets that he'd been storing, was pushed open. Harry was munching down on Chocolate Frogs and Pumpkin Pasties. He was flipping through a quidditch book that Hermione had given him for Christmas when he heard a sharp banging on the front door downstairs, and one very angry Vernon stomp through the house yelling, "Who on earth has the nerve to come here at this hour?"
Harry rolled his eyes, and then he chuckled when Vernon screeched, "We're not interested!" at the poor stranger who had come to beckon at the Dursley household. Harry's interest perked up more when as soon as the door slammed shut, the banging continued until Vernon opened the door again, and screamed, "We really don't wa—" He paused, then shouted "—POTTER!" Harry bolted up and ran down the stairs to be shocked at the sight of his bushy haired friend and her trunk in the pouring rain on his doorstep.
"Her-Hermione?" He asked bemused. There was still three weeks till the first term at Hogwarts and two weeks until he was due at the Weasley's, Harry was truly puzzled at why his friend was at his house no less. "Come in Hermione! You must be freezing" Vernon had long walked off, not bothering to care about whatever the two were talking about, but Harry guess that he would be back shortly, ready to kick Hermione out of the house. Harry ushered Hermione in and pulled her truck inside then shut the door. Hermione was shaking and he could see that she had been crying.
"H-H-Harry, I-I'm so s-sorry to barge in on you like this, b-but I didn't know wh-where else to g-g-go" tears and rain streaked down her face, Harry quickly escorted her upstairs and grabbed her trunk. He led her to his room and then quietly shut the door, not wanting to remind his uncle that an unwanted guest was in his house.
"Let's get you changed out of those wet clothes, you don't want to get sick." He handed Hermione a towel and then she nodded weakly, still silently crying and rummaged through her trunk for clean dry clothes. "I—uh, I'll just wait outs—"
"No! —" She cried, "—please don't leave…just turn around" She whispered. Harry nodded and turned around, closing his eyes just incase. He heard her clothes being peeled off her skin and dropping to the ground, then the shuffling of fresh clothes. Harry then felt a warm hand on his shoulder, "Okay Harry" she said softly. He turned and faced Hermione, who still had the never ending stream of tears flowing down her face Harry's brow furrowed and he pulled Hermione into his arms wrapping her in a strong embrace. She began to sob more vocally, still shaking.
"Shh, shh Hermione" He stroked her hair and waited for her cries to calm. After a few minutes she stopped sobbing and was down to the silent streaming tears here and there and sniffles. Harry rubbed circles on her back. "What's going on Hermione? What happened?" He asked softly. She took a few deep breaths.
"It's my parents," She whispered. "They're sick, horribly sick, they don't know what's wrong with them, I'm not allowed to see them, I found them passed out when I came home from a walk.
A-and I called an ambulance and they came and were so freaked out by my parents that they wouldn't tell me a thing and just, l-left me…" She buried her head in Harry's chest, shuddering again in attempt to stop the insane flow of tears that just flooded her eyes. Harry gripped her closer and shh'd her softly. "I didn't know where else to go, I-I didn't think about your aunt and uncle, I just needed to find y-you" She hugged him closer and Harry felt a bittersweet feeling, supreme joy that he was finally holding Hermione so close mixed with utter anguish for his best friend. Harry picked Hermione up and she wrapped her arms around his neck and he set her on the bed, then sat next to her, she shook her head and climbed into Harry's lap, wrapping her arms once more around him, he smiled slightly and took the large worn comforter and wrapped it around himself and Hermione making a cocoon of warmth between them, Harry leaned against the headboard and nestled his arms around Hermione.
"It's going to be okay Hermione, you can stay here, I don't care what the Dursley's say, we'll threaten them with Sirius, they'll crack under that. I'm glad you came to me, but why didn't you go to the Weasley's? We were due there in two weeks…and Ron is there" he said the last part half-heartedly. He was ecstatic that Hermione had thought of him first in her time of need.
"N-no…I didn't think about going there…I don't want to go…Ron's not very good at…comforting." She looked up at Harry; he wiped a few stray tears from her face with his thumb. She smiled weakly, "And I wanted you" Harry's heart leapt at these words. She placed a hand on his cheek and leaned up, placing a small peck on his cheek, "thank you" She breathed into his ear, he shivered under touch, pleading that she didn't notice. She laid her head on his shoulder. Harry rested his head atop hers.
"I'm here for you Mione" He lightly kissed her hair, "always"
The two fell asleep in each other's arms. Vernon had forgotten about Hermione and went to bed, locking Harry's door before he did. They had told Harry the previous night that they were going on a weekend holiday and were not taking them with them, Ms. Fig would be watching Harry every day, they had given her strict orders to only let him out twice a day for the bathroom and to serve meals through the cat door. They left that morning with a bang on the door and a sharp "Monday!" Harry woke up and froze under the weight that was on top of him. Hermione was still curled up on his lap, the blanket secured around their bodies. Hermione stirred slightly.
"Hermione—" Harry whispered into her ear "—wake up" He breathed.
"Mmm—no, don't wanna…warm" She said pressing her face into his chest. Harry chuckled and hugged her tightly.
"Mione…please wake up. It's a new day…and the Dursley's left," He whispered not able to keep the smile out of his voice. He placed a kiss on her cheek and her eyes fluttered open.
"Thank you" she said in a raspy voice and smiled. "I'm awake. But I'll have you know that I have every intention of staying right where I am, it is to incredibly warm" She nuzzled closer to Harry, and he laughed freely.
"A-are you…okay?" He asked tentatively. He felt her stiffen and then relax instantly when he touched her cheek.
"I think so…I over reacted a bit last night, I was just so scared…I didn't know what to do. I wasn't thinking, I just acted…but I don't regret it…you did help me…I'm not as terrified." She said laying her head back on Harry's chest.
"I really am glad that you came to me, I'm always here for you, I'll be by your side through this whole ordeal, and I'll still be there when your parents are back to normal…maybe we can get them to Mungo's…like I said before, you can stay here until we go to the Weasley's" He hugged her and she nodded into his chest. They sat talking for a while longer and then Hermione stood up, stretching. Harry rose too and stretched his sore muscles. "I—uh think I'll change…" He said walking over to his drawer, pulling out his clean clothes.
"Oh, um I'll just leave so you ca—"
"—Shoot." He said cutting Hermione off.
"What is it?" She asked turning around, she was about three feet from the door.
"The Dursley's lock me in here. Ms. Fig won't be here till noon." He said rubbing his temples.
"That's so cruel. Why didn't you tell Sirius? Or Dumbledore? This isn't right. They could have done something to he—"
"I didn't want to cause any trouble Hermione. It doesn't bother me, it's not like I actually want to be around the Dursley's anyways."
"Oh…well, I guess I'll just turn around then, it's not a big deal, after all, we've been friend's since first year." She giggled and turned around putting her hands over her eyes.
Harry changed clothes, not bothering to put a shirt on, he realized that he didn't have any clean ones in the room, they were all dirty, all four of them, he had to constantly wash them and they were downstairs…in the hamper.
He walked forward and wrapped him arms around Hermione's waist and she jumped at his silent, and shirtless approach. But her heart was pounding in her chest. Not because she was surprised, but because Harry was being so open with her, ever since she arrived last night, he was holding her like she had always wanted him to. Hermione's feelings had blossomed for Harry more and more over the years, and she cared about him dearly. She turned around in his arms and snaked hers around his neck, smiling. She took the cover, which was still wrapped around her and engulfed Harry in it's warmth, They stood enveloped in the blanket for a minute or two when Hermione looked up into Harry's face, taking in each perfect feature, his beautiful emerald eyes, and messy black hair, she straightened his glasses, which were sitting crooked on his face and then rested her hand on his cheek once more. She looked into those entrancing green orbs and stretched up on her toes, lightly pressing her lips to Harry's. The both of their hearts almost burst with emotion, and Harry passionately kissed Hermione back. She tangled her fingers in those untidy black locks and wrapped her other arm around his neck. He cupped the back of her neck and had another arm around her waist, pressing her body closer to his. They pulled apart for air and he rested his forehead against hers. They were both panting slightly. Harry chuckled. Hermione closed her eyes and lightly twisted and untwisted her fingers in the back of his hair. He drew little patterns through her shirt on the small of her back. She giggled which was very un-Hermione.
"H-Harry, the real reason that I came to you first is because…I…love you" She opened her eyes and stared into his with great emotion. "I've loved you for a long time, you've always been here for me, always believed in me, always stuck up for me, and have always understood me. I love you Harry…so much…and I thank you, for being here…" She leaned up and kissed Harry again softly.
"Hermione…we've been through so much together, I've always gone to you when I needed help, you are so smart and so strong and talented, beautiful and you care so much. I've always been able to tell you anything and I can trust you with any secret…" He whispered. Hermione closed her eyes, thinking he was finished, a wave of rejection washed through her. She bowed her head, but Harry's fingers lifted her chin up, "And I've loved you since first year." He finished. Hermione grinned and Harry pressed his mouth to Hermione's molding their mouths together.
"Oh Harry—" she said, tears stinging her eyes "—I-I'm speechless. —" She hugged him, "I love you," she breathed.
"I love you too Hermione, with all of my heart." He smiled.
"So…what are we going to do until Ms. Fig gets here?" She asked as Harry and her sat down beside his bed, he opened a floorboard and handed her a sweet. He grinned wickedly.
"I've got a few ideas…"
TA-DA…there it is! It's an on going story so don't worry…this idea struck me and I just had to act on it H/HR FOREVER-- REVIEW!
OKAY. so i've gotten reviews about my sarcasm about the Queen of Ukraine (who doesn't exsist!!) and the last one really insulted me. BELIEVE IT OR NOT, I AM SMARTER THAT YOU THINK. (not to sound pompous) BUT THESE REVIEWS ARE RIDICULOUS. DUH. ITS FCKING SARCASM, I'M SORRY THAT NOT EVERYONE UNDERSTANDS IT. PM me if you have a problem with a disclaimer...only review THE STORY ITSELF. DO NOT INSULT MY INTELLIGENCE IN FRONT OF OTHER PEOPLE, IT'S RUDE AND YOU JUST LOOK STUPID. ahh. there now that that's done with, i just hope that the two gits that read this story and couldn't understand damn sarcasm re-read this.
i'm not this mean usually, its just, when i'm insulted. i've actually got a very sweet personality and i'm just here for the lovely H/Hr fluff. tootaloo!