Here is a Harmony HC for the Hermione Granger Day!! Enjoy!! Hermione was walking by the library in Grimmauld Place. She was there with Harry and the Weasleys just before the fifth year. She thought about stepping into the room to get a book to read when she paused when she heard something. She put her ear to the door to distinguish who it was and realized that it was Harry crying. She burst into the room and saw her dead body on the floor and Harry kneeling bawling his eyes out. She ran to him and said, “HARRY! It’s a Boggart!” As she got to him to comfort him, the boggart’s form changed and changed. It was switching between Harry’s dead body to Hermione’s dead body. It was confused on who it should be. Hermione whipped out her wand and yelled, “RIDDIKULUS!” *POP* The boggart disappear. Then Hermione quickly magically closed the door and locked it. She didn’t want to get interrupted while she talked to Harry. Harry looked up at her and realized that she was really alive. He grabbed her and gave her big, tight squeeze of a hug. When he pulled back, he looked into her deep, brown eyes and said, “Don’t ever leave me. I don’t think I could ever be able to stand it if you left me.” Harry hugged her again. Hermione squeezed him back and pulled away to look into his green eyes. “The same goes for you, Harry. Don’t you ever leave me either. You had me scared to death throughout the tournament. I was so scared when you disappeared during the final task,” Hermione said as she started to cry herself. “Shh…Hermione please don’t cry,” said Harry as he wiped away her tears. “I will do my damn best not to get myself killed. You know why?” Hermione shook her head. Harry smiled. “Because I love you, Hermione Jean Granger.” Hermione gasped and looked into his eyes for the truth and she found it. His emerald eyes sparkles with love. “I love you, too, Harry James Potter. I don’t think I could love another,” said Hermione with a big smile on her face. “What about Ron?” asked Harry. “Really, Harry? Do you need to ask that? I mean all he does is argue with me. I don’t want to constantly bicker. I want what we have so far. We understand each other in more ways than we probably realize. Not just our Muggle background but the not having friends until we got here and other things as well,” said Hermione. Harry nodded in understanding. “OK. I have one question for you then, Hermione,” replied Harry. “Oh? What’s that, Harry?” asked Hermione. “Will you be my girlfriend?” asked Harry. Hermione gave him a big smile and nodded. “Brilliant! I can’t wait to tell Sirius!” Hermione laughed and then groaned. “What’s wrong?” “The Weasleys,” said Hermione. “Can we wait to tell them back at school or at least on the train because Molly will make it unbearable otherwise and Ron and Ginny…” Harry sighed and knew that Hermione was right. “Can we at least tell Sirius and Moony if he is there after dinner?” asked Harry. “We can tell them that it is a secret and they have to swear on the Marauder map to be told.” Hermione nodded in agreement. Harry smiled. “So how long have I been your boggart?” Hermione blushed and mumbled something. “I didn’t hear you.” Hermione took a deep breath and said, “Since the beginning after the troll incident, I have been worried sick about you ever since.” Harry shook his head in disbelieve. Hermione poked him and asked the same question in return, “What about you? I thought it was Dementors.” “It was,” answered Harry. “It must have changed after the tournament. I think I was just as worried about your safety because you being the smartest and a muggleborn. I am afraid that Voldemort will come after you.” “Oh Harry…” said Hermione as she gave him a big squeeze. “I love you and I will do anything to protect you and my family. I want to work with you on my defense stuff. I know that you are a lot better than me.” “OK, Hermione. We can do that if you like. I wonder who we have this year for a professor,” said Harry. “I hope it is a decent one because it is our OWL year. I have thought about dropping Quidditch.” Hermione looked at him in surprise and shook her head. “What? Why not?” “Harry, you can’t quit Quidditch. That is your stress reliever from everything plus you love to fly, which I still need to work on,” said Hermione. “I thought you hated Quidditch,” Harry remarked. “No, I don’t hate Quidditch. I just hate 24/7 Quidditch talks. I love the game itself,” replied Hermione with a smirk. “Those uniforms certainly help too.” Harry laughed. Harry wrapped his arms around her and brushed his nose with hers. “Love you, Hermione!” said Harry. “Love you, too, Harry!” said Hermione. She gave him one bigger hug and looked into his eyes. They stared for a few minutes. They slowly inched closer for a kiss. Their lips were a millimeter apart. BANG BANG BANG. They jump apart even though they knew the door was locked. “HARRY? HERMIONE? ARE YOU IN THERE?” bellowed Ron. The door rattled. “WHY IS THIS LOCKED?” “RONALD BILIUS WEASLEY! NO NEED TO YELL!” screeched Mrs. Weasley. “Sorry Mom!” Ron yelled back. Harry and Hermione laughed as they got comfortable on the couch and accioed two books to read before unlocking the door. “You can come in now, Ron,” said Hermione with a slightly raised voice. Ron came and stopped at the sight of the two of them reading together on the couch. “Harry, you read?” Harry rolled his eyes and said, “Ron, you have seen me read before.” “Oh, right. I knew that,” said Ron still looking confused. “Ron? Was there a reason for the ruckus?” asked Hermione with a slight smile. “Oh yeah, Dinner is ready,” Ron answered as he ran back out the door. Harry and Hermione laughed at his antics as they got up from the couch. They gave each other one last knowing smile and hug before they went down for dinner with the rest of the Weasleys and Sirius. ~Snarky Granger
Posted on: Thu, 19 Sep 2013 20:16:50 +0000