The Little Lion: Vol 2 "Order of the Pheonix"

Tell Me About the Stars

Chapter Eighteen- Tell Me About the Stars- 1995

The next morning, Camila wakes up feeling disoriented. She's not quite sure where she is when she wakes up at first, but soon recognizes the large, overflowing book case in the corner of the room, the messy desk with textbooks open and parchment everywhere, the fuzzy orange cat laying on a pillow near the wardrobe, and her girlfriend sitting on the floor by the window with a hot cup of tea.

"Erm, morning." Camila says quietly.

Hermione turns towards her before setting down her cup of tea and pulls the blanket over her shoulder tighter. "Morning Love, how are you feeling?"

Camila shrugs before getting out of bed. She shivers from just wearing boxers and a t-shirt, and very quickly pulls a blanket off Hermione's reading chair and wraps it around her. "I think the potions work, I don't feel sick anymore."

"That's good to hear." Hermione says softly before sipping on her tea. "Would you like a cup?"

"Yeah, I'd love some-" Hermione waves her wand and another cup of tea appears next to her. "Bloody hell, that's Newt Level magic." Camila says amazed. "Though I shouldn't be surprised by anything you do anymore." She smiles before joining Hermione at the window. Hermione smiles at her girlfriend and kisses her cheek before resting her head against Camila's shoulder.

"Happy Christmas Eve." Hermione sighs, looking out on the snowy grounds of Hogwarts.

"Happy Christmas Eve to you my Love." Camila smiles and nuzzles her head against Hermione's before sipping on her hot tea.

Camila sits in comfortable silence for a few minutes before remembering last nights events. "Hermione?"

"Hmm?"

"Um... Mr. Weasley? How is he?"

Hermione slowly lifts her head off Camila and looks at her with sad eyes. "You were right that your dream wasn't just a dream... he was attacked last night but he's at St. Mungo's now, recovering."

"And, how is Ginny? And Harry? And-"

"Cam, I don't know. I haven't seen them or heard from them. All I know is now everyone is saying at Grimmauld Place for the holidays." Hermione sighs.

"I wonder if me and my parents-"

"Yes you are. You're taking a portkey there that's in Dumbledore's office."

"And you're still going on your skiing trip with your parents?" Camila asks.

Hermione shakes her head. "No, not anymore. I didn't want to leave everyone after last night. Besides... skiing isn't really my thing." Hermione gives Camila a lopsided smile.

Camila bites her lip to surpress a laugh. "Yeah, I was a bit surprised when you told me about the ski trip. I could only image you screaming the entire way down the moutain before losing control and crashing into a tree and-"

"And that's enough!" Hermione yells and hits Camila on the shoulder.

"Well am I wrong?" Camila smirks.

Hermione groans and rolls her eyes. "Honestly, I can't with you sometimes."

And yet you love me anyway." Camila smiles smugly.

Hermione sighs in a defeated manner before slowly shaking her head. "Yeah... I do." She frowns.

"Well don't look so happy, Jeez." Camila says sarcastically.

"Hey, come here, mistletoe." Hermione says softly now.

Camila looks above them with a perplexed face. "That wasn't there when I sat down."