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A Week with Hermione	By : Yerst Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 16876 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 6: Thursday

"Ron!"

Green light filled the
front windows.

"Go Ron,
now!"

"I'm staying with
you, Harry!"

Fred and George
fumbled quickly up the stairs, Percy trailing as he tugged violently on Ron's
shirt collar.

"No, go!"
Harry screamed

The door swung open
and a dark figure filled the threshold.

A deep, chilled voice
said, "Potter�"

A
green glow at the end of a dark wand. And then�A man crashed on the
figure in the doorway from behind.

"Run,
Harry!" Sirius yelled.

"Sirius?"

"Run! Now!"

Harry started running
up the stairs after Ron, but his legs felt like lead. Green filled the room. High pitched laughter filled his mind and his
scar burned like a thousand torches.

"No!" Harry yelled as green flames engulfed him.

"No!" Harry
yelled as he jumped up from the bed sheets, drenched in sweat and panting
frantically.

Harry's heart was beating so fast and loud in his ears that
he hardly heard the whisper of Hermione's voice. She was at the kitchen counter behind his
fold-out bed trying to talk low but excitement kept raising her voice. Harry turned to look at her and she paused
for a moment, no doubt to consider why he had jolted so violently from his
sleep; yet a smile still lingered on her face from whatever the voice on the
other line was telling her.

"Okay," Hermione spoke into the receiver. "And Harry's up now, so I'll tell him
the news. Okay, Daddy. Okay.
Love you too."

Harry sat half-turned toward Hermione, still panting and
partially covered by the bed sheets. The
clock on the kitchen wall said five in the afternoon. He had been up all night.

As Hermione hung up the phone, he saw that her face looked
brighter than it had been all week, like a thin, almost invisible shadow had
lifted itself from her features. She
looked more stunning than ever. But his
nightmare lingered, sticking to his mind like a leech.

"That was Dad," she said, brimming with
happiness. "He says Grandpa is
actually going to make it!" She was
so elated by blurting this out that she jumped toward Harry and gave him a
long, tight hug. He hugged her back,
trying to work out the emotions in his mind between being indescribably happy
for her and feeling the looming threat in his head.

"That's great!" He finally spit out.

"I know! I
know! The doctors don't know how he
recovered. It's like a miracle."

Harry didn't know what to think of it. No one in the wizard world knows of it, let
alone would likely help such a seemingly minor matter with Voldemort
threatening. Maybe it was truly one of
those unexplained events. He was indeed
happy for her. But Voldemort�

"Mom and Dad are going to have to stay an extra day,
though," Hermione continued.
"Just to double check everything and call
all the relatives. They said they'll be back Saturday.�

All Harry could do was nod and smile, and say "I'm
happy for you" as Hermione jounced around in her joy and relief. After a moment she stopped and stood still,
looking at Harry questioningly.

"You'reet,&et," she said simply. The shadow that had settled in Hermione�s
features over the past few days had left her entirely, but had now decided to
nestle nicely on Harry's face. It had
been growing darker by the minute.

Harry sighed. "I
really am happy for you, Hermione. I
know that's a big weight off your shoulders.
But--"

"But now Ron's in trouble," Hermione said, growing
sullen.

Harry nodded.

�That�s why I let you sleep,� Hermione said. �I figured you�d be up all night after
yesterday�s mail.�

There was a pause as Hermione looked towards the hallway for
a moment, and then turned back to Harry.
"Harry," she started.
"Remember that field I told you about a few blocks away?" She didn't give Harry time to answer. "I want you to go there with me. We�ll get dressed, eat a good lunch, and then
head over there. It's absolutely
beautiful; clear skies, clean air. It'll
give us time to think, and talk."

Harry sniffed and nodded.
He needed to talk.

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The sky was indeed clear, with just whispers of thin white
clouds playing along the crisp tree line of the horizon. The field stood out like a huge green
blanket, grass fanning out from the tapered end of the neighborhood into the
undeveloped countryside. The sun sprayed
down its fading warmth from the western corner of the blue sky as Harry and
Hermione trekked the six blocks, chose an arbitrary spot of green, and sat down
comfortably amid the grass blades. A
slight breeze picked up just then, comforting Harry a little and momentarily
lightening the weight that sat uneven on his mind.

The two sat cross-legged, facing each other in silence,
letting the surrounding tranquility calm their thoughts. The gentle song of birds in the distance
helped Harry settle and with a sigh he was able to bring to words the anxiety
that was on his mind.

"It never stops," Harry started, starring out into
the trees as he spoke. Hermione sat,
focused and listening. "It just
never stops. I left the tyranny of the Dursley�s for the tyranny of Voldemort. At least living with my aunt and uncle wasn�t
life-threatening.�

Harry paused to stop his mouth from trembling. He didn�t want to cry in front of
Hermione. Inhaling deeply, he
continued. �Hagrid
was right when he said I was touched by a curse. I don�t think he realized just how wide it
surrounded me though, like some black cloud looming over me, always, never
shrinking after each storm. And now . .
. now it�s starting to hurt everyone I know.�

�Ron . . .� Hermione said meekly.

Harry nodded and snorted cynically. �I�m the boy who lived. Maybe things would have been better if I
hadn�t been; then everyone I cared about wouldn�t be at constant risk, and Ron
would still be coming back to Hogwarts . . .�

�Harry, don�t say that!� Hermione protested, putting her
hand on Harry�s shoulder, leaning him toward her so he looked her in the
eyes. �If you didn�t survive, Voldemort would have still been a constant danger to
everyone. He probably would be even more
powerful by now, and half the wizarding families
would have either turned to the Dark Side or been murdered by now, including
the Weasley�s.�

Harry sighed but remained silent. If only she saw what he saw last summer. Voldemort just has that way of finding things out. He destroyed the Burrow, and nearly killed
Ron and his family. Harry wouldn�t be
surprised if the Malfoys had somehow helped in the
matter. It always made an icy shiver
blaze down his back, bringing with it a horrifying sense of d�j� vu; the green
light, the high laughter, his burning scar, it all reminded him so much of his
nightmares in his youth. It all must
have happened the same way with his parents.
At least the Weasley�s all made it out
alive. Harry hoped that it would
continue to stay that way.

�Harry, it�s not your fault Ron and his family had to go
into hiding. Everything is Voldemort�s doing, everything has resulted from his
maliciousness, his greed, his lack of respect for human life. Aside from Dumbledore, Harry, it�s you who
has stood up to him successfully all those times; it�s you who has defeated him
again and again; it�ll be you who defeats him for the last time. I don�t have a doubt in my mind about that.�

A hint of warmth crept back into Harry�s eyes and a smile
was thinking of forming on his mouth.
How did she do that? She made
that black cloud look smaller; made him feel like maybe, just maybe, the storm
would pass eventually.

Hermione leaned in and hugged Harry tightly. She spoke softly into his ear, �Ron will be
back. He and his family will get through
this. With any luck he�ll return before
the year is up. Dumbledore won�t let any
of his students be intimidated out of completing their education, especially by
Voldemort.�

Yes, it would feel better going back to Hogwarts, living
once more under the vigilant eye of Dumbledore. And Hermione would be there.

Hermione pulled back slightly to smile into H�s f�s face.

Harry was struck by a sudden desire to protect her. Hermione�s very life was in danger by being
so close to him. And if the Malfoy�s played a part in the destruction of the Burrot
wt
would make Draco even happier to see Hermione
destroyed.

Hermione�s eyes locked with Harry�s, and his mind raced as
he fell into her beautifully brown gaze.

An intense fury for Draco seized
Harry�s heart, and he didn�t know what he would do when he saw him again in a
week. Everything would be okay if
Hermione came out of this unharmed.

Hermione�s hand reached up to stroke Harry�s cheek. Her fingers trailed through the tangled
tresses of his black hair and found their way to the nape of his neck.

Hogwarts, England,
the entire world would all be alright if Hermione stayed safe.

A distance sense of pressure came to Harry; Hermione was
pulling gently on the back of his head. Her beautiful face was filling his vision.

Everything would be alright so long as Hermione was
alive. So long as she was with him.

Their lips met.

Like a beam of sunlight, Harry�s being shot in on one
sensation--Hermione�s mouth pressed against his. The soft double flesh of her lips touched his
with a longing, wonderfully assertiveness.
Every neuron in his brain fired off as fireflies filled the edges of his
vision and pins danced beneath his skin.
A fevered intensity filled his stomach, his shoulders, his lips as they reciprocated and kissed back on her mouth
with certainty. His hands, mindlessly,
found her cheeks and rubbed at the skin behind her jaw. Her hands traced the line of his shoulders
and rose up to his head, pulling him eagerly closer. Their mouths would part only to come crashing
onto each other again, all the more demanding the more selfish for each other�s
taste and touch. Their breath mingled,
tongues flirted, fingers trailed the textures of
faces, feeling the delicate connection of their lips to assure their
reality. Everything was lost in this
moment--a break in the black cloud where a ray of sublime passion warmed the
dark soil of their bodies with the glow of this kiss.

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Everything after that had shifted for Harry, not blurred,
but shifted. The waning hours of
kissing, the sun sluggishly finding its way comfortably back to the horizon
hours ago then sneaking away and leaving them in the dark without realizing it,
the slow walk home across those blocks.
Everything had a subtle sense of auspice to it. The very air was electrified, and was
particularly intense around Hermione.
They held hands absentmindedly as they walked home, staying silent, a wordless agreement flowing between them.

They reached the house at 11:55
in the evening and Hermione unlocked the door.

They entered, locked the front door, and made their way to
the kitchen to discard watches and earrings at the kitchen counter. Ron�s note sat folded and over-read on the
counter, holding its short, simple sentences in its rushed, black script:
�Harry. Won�t be
returning to Hogwarts. Too riskspanspan> Will keep in touch.
Stay safe. Ron.� The clock hit 11:56.

Kicking off their shoes and sloughing off their socks, they
walked down the hallway as the clock struck 11:57.

The way seemed longer as they walked closer together,
stopping twice to kiss against the walls.
11:58.

They stood in the doorway of Hermione�s room kissing,
tickling at each other�s collars. They
starred at each other, the current in the air stopped for one breathless second
as they read the meaning in each other�s eyes.
11:59.

Slowly, so slowly, Hermione tugged on Harry�s shirt, pulled
him into her room, and shut her bedroom door.
An audible click resoundn thn the hall as she locked the door.

Midnight.

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Author�s Note: First
and foremost I would like to apologize countless times for having taken so long
to get this next chapter out, it�s been over a month I believe. I know many of you have been looking forward
to this next installment for a long time, of which com completely
appreciative, but rest assured it was not without some reason. I posted Cha 5 a 5 around mid-December and
had hoped to write, complete, anst tst the final chapters of this story before
having to go out of town for the holidays.
Unfortunately, this failed to happen due to academic responsibilities
(Final Exams), and I left with my girlfriend and parents to North
Carolina--three states away, and with little enough
computer access to keep writing and posting--to spend the holidays with
relatives. I returned just in time to
prepare for the approaching semester (I�m in college) and have since been
preoccupied with adjusting to a new semester of classes and also with Grad
school applications. This explains the
circumstances but doesn�t necessarily justify them. However, as this chapter is hopefully a sign
of, things are simmering down a little and I will hopefully be able to complete
the last two chapters of this story soon.
Again, I sincerely apologize for the delay and want to express my
complete gratitude and appreciation for all the accolades and praise, and
especially suggestions that you have provided me. I only hope this chapter and the remainder of
this tale lives up to your anticipation and expectations.

Also, in response to a review: I was told that it seemed out
of place that Ron was using Errol instead of Pig for his owl-mail, and the
reviewer wondered if I had done it intentionally or not. My response is that it is a complete and
utter mistake on my part. ;) I read the books about two years ago, and am
just now starting to reread them. Right
now, I�m precisely on Book 2, chapter title: Aragog. So I haven�t gotten to Pig yet, and have been
kind of relying on the second movie for the owl name, which is also why I
initially spelled Errol wrong�I had heard it, but couldn�t remember reading
it. I also more or less forgot about
Hermione�s cat Crookshanks, which is why I haven�t
mentioned him. Though that may be
excusable because doesn�t Crookshanks end up being an
animorph? I
can�t remember. Oh well, I guess I�ll
find out when I hit book 3. Thank you
all for your wonderful comments. I hope
you enjoy the story despite my discrepancies.
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