Always. | Harmione [Unedited]

Chapter 9

- Harry's POV -

I walked into my dorm and started throwing things into my trunk. Holy cow, this girl is persistent. But I guess that's an ok thing? At least this time I can spend Christmas with a family. I thought, as I threw my Gryffindor scarf into my trunk. I continued to pack for a half hour until I had finished. I closed my trunk and went back into the common room to see Hermione sitting alone on a couch facing the fire reading 'A Christmas Carol' by Charles Dickens.
I crept up behind her and whispered in her ear, "A Christmas Carol, eh? How bout I sing you one?"
Hermione jumped a foot and dropped her book onto the floor. She turned, saw me, and bent down to pick up her book. When she stood back up she whacked me with the book.
"Harry James Potter! Do NOT sneak up on a girl when she is reading! And to answer your question; NO I would not like to hear your singing. I'm sure its terrible!"
I faked a hurt look, rubbing the spot where she had hit me with the book. "Ouch, Hermione, harsh words."
She rolled her eyes and sat back down on the couch. "Have you packed yet or will I have to fulfil my plan of petrifying you?" she asked, jokingly.
"No no, I've packed!" I raised my hands in defeat.
"Good. You ready to spend Christmas Granger-style?" She smiled at me.
"I sure am." I laugh.
"Ok, rule number one, on Christmas morning we always stay in our pj's when we open our presents. Family tradition!" She raised a warning finger at me. "Rule number two, we always watch some old Christmas movie, usually one of the Home Alone movies, and NO complaining!"
"I don't mind." I shrugged. "I've never actually properly seen it, I've only ever heard it through my cupboard door. The Dursleys used to lock me in there every Christmas." I said dismissively.
She stared at me in shock. "You were locked in your cupboard on Christmas?!" She whisper-shouted.
"It's no big deal. Honestly, I'm used to it!" I told her calmly.
"No Harry! That's terrible! They can't do that! I swear if I ever have the misfortune of meeting them-"
"Hermione, honestly. It's fine. Besides I'd rather not spend Christmas talking about my abusive aunt and uncle thanks." I said with a laugh. "But I hope for their sake that you don't meet them. By the sounds of it you'll probably hex them into oblivion."

- The next morning, 3rd person -

As it was a Saturday, and Ron was having a snog-fest in the common room as usual, Harry and Hermione spent all day in the Room of Requirement finishing off the last of their homework. Occasionally they would visit the library for a fact or two.
It wasn't until late that evening that they finished their last piece of homework, a Potions essay for Slughorn, and they were glad to be done with it. At least now nothing could bother them over the holidays. Unfortunately, they had skipped dinner so they could finish it, and now their stomachs were rumbling furiously.
Harry was suddenly struck with an idea. "Hey, do you wanna go down to the kitchens to get some dinner seeing as we missed it?" he asked hopefully.
"Sure. Won't do any harm, will it? Plus, I'm starving. Let's go," Hermione shrugged.
They left the Room and went down to the bottom floor towards the kitchens. "Um, Harry? Do you even know how to get into the kitchens?" Hermione asked him.
"Course! Fred and George told me how to in fourth year." he replied as they neared a painting of a bowl of fruit.
Harry reached out and tickled the pear. "Harry what are you doing?" Hermione asked, clearly thinking he was ill or going slightly crazy. She gasped as the pear started giggling and changed into a handle. Harry opened the door and said in an extremely posh voice, "After you, mademoiselle."
She laughed and went through the door into the kitchen. As soon as she stepped in she was greeted by a small house elf with green eyes the size of tennis balls. On his head were several knitted bobble hats. "Miss Granger! Dobby is honoured to see you. If you don't mind Dobby asking, why exactly is Miss Granger here at this late hour?" She turned to look at Harry, who was closing the door behind him.
"I'm actually here for some dinner Dobby, you see, Harry and I were doing homework all day, and we kind of skipped dinner so we could finish it." she said, looking at the floor.
Dobby squealed with delight, "Harry Potter is here too! Oh, what a treat! So what would you like to eat?"
"We'll have waffles please, Dobby." Harry said from behind her.
Hermione turned to him and raised her eyebrows, "Harry, did you just ask for waffles for dinner?"
Harry shrugged, "I like waffles."
Hermione rolled her eyes, "How about something like... spaghetti?"
"Coming right up!" Dobby said and he walked off to make them dinner.
Harry raised his eyebrows at her. "We always have it on Saturdays at home." She said, blushing profusely.
Harry laughed. "If you say so." And he went and sat down on one of the four long tables. Hermione sat down opposite him.
They laughed and joked until Dobby reappeared, trying his best to not fall. The huge pile of spaghetti wobbled as he made his way over.
"Here you are. Dobby hopes Miss Granger and Harry Potter will be satisfied with what Dobby has made for them." He said, straightening the tower of hats on his head.
"Of course Dobby! And please call me Hermione." She said with a kind smile.
Dobby nodded, turned, and left them to eat their dinner. Harry and Hermione picked up their forks and started to attack the bush between them.
"Harry, that is disgusting! Stop slurping your spaghetti!" She said halfway through their meal.
"You try it, it's fun!" He told her.
"Absolutely not!" She shook her head.
"Just give it a go? Come on, you never slurped your spaghetti when you were little?"
"Fine." She rolled her eyes and started slurping it. It was surprisingly fun.
One piece of spaghetti was unusually long. She looked up to see Harry with spaghetti is his mouth too. One piece of spaghetti connecting their mouths...
Before she knew it her lips were on his, sparks ignited where they connected. She didn't push him away, and neither did Harry. All of her suppressed feelings for Harry came flooding back. They continued kissing, all thoughts of the spaghetti completely forgotten. It wasn't until they needed to break apart for air that they stopped.
"You tasted like spaghetti. Not surprising seeing as you've been eating it for the past 20 minutes." He said, breaking the silence.
Hermione burst out laughing. "You know, that kind of reminded me of a scene in The Lady And The Tramp. This exact thing happens."
"I wouldn't know. Never seen it." Harry shrugged. "Through cupboard door again."
"Right! First thing we do when we get to my house is update you on all the movies you missed out." She said firmly.
"Great!" He said, returning to his spaghetti.
They finished the rest of the spaghetti in silence. They thanked Dobby and returned to the Gryffindor common room, holding hands and both bright red.