Part 22

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Hermione's pov

Harry left awhile ago and he still hasn't returned, i hope he didn't forget the plan. Meanwhile Ron hasn't been talking to me since he left, it probably has something to do with the kiss.

"Hermione?" I heard Ron's voice ask behind me

"Oh so now you want to talk to me?" I asked him, I tried not to sound rude but it probably came out that way

"So you and Harry? How new is that?" He asks spitfully, i got off the couch and walked over to him

"It's none of your business Ronald"

"It is my business...I'm your best friend. You two have had something going on since i was in the hospital. Don't act like I didn't hear the rumor of you two sleeping together" He yells

"That wasn't true!"

"Well what i just saw was! You two are dating"

"So?"

"When did you two kiss the first time?" He shouldn't be jealous, but who cares who knows now.

"Not that it's any of your business but during Slughorn's Christmas party. It was mostly to keep Cormac away from me but....things started to change. We just started dating last night....we love each other" I told him, a smile crept upon my face as i remembered what happened in the room of requirement

"Love? Hermione don't you see me at all?"

I'm a bit shocked, i have noticed him all summer and at the beginning of the year. He is the one who hasn't noticed me.

"Ron....Harry was there for me when you were too busy with Lavender. You may have a crush on me, but Harry loves me....and i love him! I always will be his so you can't be mad because I don't feel anything for you. Grow up Ronald!"

"So it comes out then! I should've known you two would be together!" He threw his hands up, i could tell he is trying not to let his temper get the better of him.

He walked off without another word. He has no right being mad at me. I fell for Harry, that's it. Ron is nothing but a rude and immature boy who never even noticed me until now. I have Harry and that's all i need. I noticed it was getting darker out. I hope Harry talked to Slughorn

At Hagrids hut....

Harry's pov

I have been sitting here for an hour now and all Hagrid and Slughorn have been doing is singing and drinking. They eventually began talking about pets they used to have.

"I once had a fish....named Francis. He was a gift from one of my students....then one day I walked downstairs and he disappears....poof!" Slughorn says drunkenly

"That's odd...isn't it Harry?" Hagrid asks me

"Life...one day we all...poof!" Slughorn says

I started to feel like myself again. I don't have the energy i once did. I then saw Hagrid's head fall back, and he promptly fell asleep. This is as good as time as any to finally talk to Slughorn.

"This bowl of water was on my desk and something was floating at the top, a flower petal. I watched it sink and it just transformed into a fish before hitting the bottom...the petal came from a lily" He says quietly laughing

"That day....i came downstairs was the day your mother....I know why you're here but i can't help you. He sent you to talk to me" He says sadly

"The night i got this scar i only lived because of her sacrifice, she is the reason I'm alive today. I'm the chosen one and i don't like admitting it....but I'm the only one who can stop the dark lord. I need to defeat him. I need you to tell me what Tom riddle asked you all those years ago"

I was surprised at myself. I never knew i could say the things i did. But when i saw him lift his wand to his head, I knew the decision he was making. He was brave like her, and thanks to him i could defeat Voldemort.

He took his memory and placed it in a small beaker. He handed it to me nervously and I quickly took it back to Hogwarts.

As i walked into school it seemed to be dinner time , but i decided to go to the common room. I walked in to see Hermione waiting for me.

"Hermione. You didn't have to wait" I tell her, she quickly got off the couch and walked over to me

"Yes i did. I wanted to see how everything went, i was worried" She says quietly

"I got it. First thing tomorrow morning i will head to the headmasters office and show it to him" I saw the smile appear on her face

"Oh Harry" She says wrapping her arms around me.

I hugged her back tighter and i felt the tears on my neck. Something must have been wrong.

"Hermione. Are you okay?"

"Yeah. It's just when you were on liquid luck you kissed me in front of Ron, he got really mad. None of that matter right now, this matters. You can finally find out the truth"

I wiped the tears streaming down her face and led her to the couch. The fire lit up the common room.

"I love you Hermione" I whispered pulling her lips softly to mine, She pulls away placing her forehead against mine.

"I love you too Harry"

I laid down on the couch and Hermione climbed on top of me. I wrapped my arms around her waist as she laid her head in the crook of my neck. I started to feel the soft kisses along my neck as she moved her body against mine. Her lips suddenly presses against mine and i slipped my tongue in between her lips.

We must not of heard the portrait door open because i had this sudden feeling we were being watched, but i just kept on kissing her.

"It's like they can't even tell we're here" I heard a voice whisper

"What if they end up doing it right here in the room?"

"I knew they would get together one day"

I stopped kissing Hermione and we both looked up. I saw the faces of George, Fred, Ginny, and a few other gryffindors looking at us smiling.

"We aren't deaf.... so can you guys maybe not stand there watching us snog" Hermione tells them clearly annoyed

They all just started laughing or winking at us as they walked off to there dorms. I heard Hermione sigh and lay her head on my chest.

"Well they had to find out eventually"

"Yeah...but i wish they didn't interrupt us. So how about we just lay here by the fire for awhile?" I suggested

"I like that idea"

We stayed there for awhile longer before both heading up to our seperate dorms. I thought back to what Slughorn said about my mother, and I'm nervous about what this memory will be. I guess being the chosen one has it's problems.

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