A Love Story At Hogwarts (Year 2)

R I D D L E

"What the-"

Harry was gasping for breath. The diary of Tom Marvolo Riddle layed open in front of him. The same diary that had showed him Hogwarts' most dangerous secret a few minutes ago. A secret that had Harry questioning reality.

"Harry?"

Harry snapped his neck to look at Hermione. As always, she looked beautiful. Her curly brown hair were tied in a pony, with a few strands left behind.

"Are you OK?" She asked.

Harry quickly slammed the book close and shoved it in his bagpack.

"Yes," he muttered.

Hermione furrowed her eyebrows.

"Are you hiding something?"

"Hiding? No! No!" Harry stammered. "I'm not hiding anything!"

"Let me check your bag then!" Hermione said, crossing her arms over her chest.

"There's nothing in here, Hermione!" Harry grabbed his bag and squeezed it closer to him.

"I don't know what's going on with you, Harry, but if I find out you're getting into some sort of trouble-"

"There's no trouble! I swear!" Harry said.

Hermione scanned him with her brown eyes sceptically.

"Anyways," she said, pulling out an envelope from her satchel, "here's your invitation!"

"Invitation?"

"It's my birthday tomorrow, Harry!" Hermione yelled.

"Oh, yeah, right! Sorry!" Harry said.

"You forgot?"

"No, I didn't!"

Hermione sighed with disappointment and walked away.

Harry slipped the envelope into his bag and started packing his things. He glanced at his wrist watch. It was 10 PM.

"Just two hours to go, Hermione, and you'll know I never forget your birthday," he sighed to himself.

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Hermione tossed and turned in her bed. There was obviously something wrong with Harry that wasn't letting her sleep.

The clock was ticking. It was 11:58 PM. Just two minutes to go.

She sat up, grabbing her phone. Harry's contact was on her speed dial. As soon as she called him, she heard a phone ring outside her room.

"Fuck!"

"Harry, I told you to put your phone on silent!"

Hermione was on her feet by now, with a wand pointed towards the door. As soon as she heard Harry and Ron whisper, she lowered her wand. She walked over to her door and opened it.

The scene was hilarious. Harry was holding a triple layer birthday cake with his one hand and his phone with the other. He had a funny expression on his face.

"Hermione," he stated, "H-happy birthday!"

Ron popped the party poppers, which made Hermione jump.

"Ron!" Hermione snapped, "Everyone's sleeping!"

"Harry told me to-"