Chapter 4 : The Power and Ministry
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Ginny looked at the door where Dumbledore just walked out of. She looked around and saw that the fireplace was lit and there were shelves of books everywhere. She wondered if Hermione had been in here. A tea was set in front of the chair that Dumbledore was sitting at. Sighing, she sat across from Dumbledore’s seat, waiting for him to return.
A few minutes later, the door opened to show Dumbledore and Mrs. Weasley walking into the room; Molly had a concern look on her face. “What’s going on, Albus?”
“Molly, why don’t you take a seat and I’ll explain everything to you and your daughter.” Mrs. Weasley did what she was told and sat right next to Ginny, holding her hand. “Now, Ms. Weasley has come to me and told me that she had a vision not too long ago.”
Mrs. Weasley looked over at Ginny in disbelief. “Really, Ginny dear?” she asked her only daughter. Ginny nodded. Molly looked over at Dumbledore, “is it really possible?” she asked.
Dumbledore gave a small nod. Mrs. Weasley looked back at Ginny, a beaming smile spread across her face.
“Oh!” Molly gasped, throwing her arms around Ginny and giving her a tight squeeze, “I thought our family would no longer have Seers in the family!” Mrs. Weasley started crying.
Ginny stared at Dumbledore and her mother with wide eyes. “What? I-I’m a Seer?”
“Yes, you are. I thought we would never have another in the family?” Molly looked over at Dumbledore.
“To tell you the truth, I do not know why the power came to Ginny,” he looked over at Ginny who gave him a confused look. “Ginny, this power has not been in your family since your great grandmother, but you have no control over who would have the power. What I mean to say is that you are destined for this gift. All I can say is you must use it with great care.”
Ginny nodded, slowly digesting the news of her new ability. She wondered if she would be as crazy as her professor at Hogwarts. “I’m a Seer,” she whispered. Molly nodded and gave Ginny another bone crushing hug.
“Oh, this is another reason to celebrate with a party,” Mrs. Weasley squealed and rushed out of the room, leaving the two others behind.
“Professor, if it’s true, does that mean the vision I had awhile ago is true too?” Ginny asked.
Dumbledore ran his fingers through his beard again. “I believe it is. I will talk to young Ms. Parker in a while to see if it has happened yet.”
Ginny nodded. “Sir, there’s something else. Do you really know Tawny? I mean, she always keeps to herself, not really the friendly type. Could we really trust her with everything that’s going on?”
Dumbledore chuckled, “Ms. Weasley, I know it is hard to trust anyone after what has happened last year, but I know and trust Miss Parker. Remember that she had just lost a few family members. I’m sure if you lost anyone who you love the way she did, you would be more reserved.”
“Yes sir, I understand,” Ginny said as she headed for the door. “Thank you for your help, sir.”
“Ginny,” Dumbledore called, stopping her in her track, “if you ever have visions, come tell me. The vision might help with many things in this war. As for your friends, tell them, but a word to the wise, be careful of whom you tell. You never know who could be on Tom’s side.” Ginny nodded. She left the room and got back to helping Hermione get the house ready for the party.
An hour had passed before Ginny and Hermione finally got the whole kitchen and living room ready for the party. The room was colorful with all of the silly string hanging from the ceiling; on the four corners were different colors, with red and gold ending in the middle of the ceiling. Two tables of food and drinks were by the wall next to the kitchen door, and a large radio stood on a back table, close to many chairs for people who need to rest after dancing or just to talk.
Hermione smiled at hers and Ginny work, but she wondered why Tawny had not been around to help. She hadn’t seen her since this morning when she went back upstairs. “Ginny, would you come with me upstairs? I have to wrap up Harry’s gift.” Ginny nodded and the two girls went upstairs. Once they got to the front of their door, they both heard mumbling coming from the other side.
“I’m not kidding! If he does not stick with the plan, I’ll kill him myself. It’s already risking a lot to be here. I don’t need you idiots messing it up for me!” Hermione quietly opened the door to see Tawny yelling at a mirror. She looked over at Ginny who looked scared. “I got to go. I think someone’s coming,” Tawny mumbled, putting the mirror back in her bag. Hermione quickly closed the door and waited a few seconds before reopening the door.
When the two girls walked into the room, Tawny was sitting on her bed with a book in her hands, acting like she had been reading it the whole time. “Oh, hey guys,” Tawny said, putting her book away.
“Where have you been all morning?” Ginny asked; her voice was a little icy which Tawny caught.
“Oh, I was outside and than I came in here to take a nap and then read. I’m sorry for not helping out with the party preparation. I didn’t know I slept for so long.”
“No, no, it’s fine. You look like you needed sleep and we really didn’t need help since we could use magic,” Hermione said, sitting on her bed to take something from under it.
Tawny nodded. “Thanks, it’s been awhile since I had a break,” she sighed, leaning back on her head board.
“Why? What have you been doing that you don’t get to relax on summer vacation?” Ginny asked. She couldn’t help smirking as Tawny’s face turned blank.
“None of your business,” Tawny mumbled. She got up and started to head for the door, but Ginny grabbed her arm.
“I don’t know what you’re up to, but I’m going to find out.”
Tawny glared at her, “I am not up to anything.” She looked over at Hermione who was glaring as well before freeing of Ginny’s grip and storming out of the room.
Ginny gasped as her vision started to blur, again her vision turned into black and white.
As the world around here came to focus, Ginny found herself standing in the middle of a battle scene. The screams of pain and the shouts of spells immediately filled her ears, and her heart almost stopped when a bright green spell was shot toward her. It took her a moment to recall that, here, she was nothing but a shadow. Nothing could hurt her here.
Feeling a bit braver, she looked around. She quickly spotted Moody, Remus, McGonagall, and Tonks among the fighters. They were surrounded by Death Eaters and some cloaked men that seemed to be teaming up with the Death Eaters. The cloaked men’s faces were hidden by their hoods, so Ginny took some steps closer to take a better look, but someone shouted a spell next to her, causing her to stop in her track.
The curse shot right through her and hit Moody straight in the chest. The old man fell to the ground and started writhing in pain. Ginny gasped and made to run over to help, but she knew she couldn’t. She looked around; Tonks, Remus, and McGonagall were too busy fighting to help Moody. Moody was still on the ground, the curse apparently still working on him, but he refused to scream. Underneath her fear, Ginny couldn’t help admiring his strength. It was too painful to watch him, but she couldn’t look away. Around her, Order members were falling to the ground, lifeless or crying out in pain.
Ginny dropped to her knees, her hands covering her ears to block out the cries. She wanted this to stop. She couldn’t handle this any longer. Through tearful eyes, she looked up to find Moody, and as she watched, he stopped thrashing. Ginny’s hands fell to her side as she stood up to take a better look at the Auror. Moody was lying on his back, breathing heavily. Not far from him, his torturer was on the ground, groaning in pain as he held his head. But it wasn’t this that drew Ginny’s eyes.
It was the fact that Tawny was standing over the Death Eater, pointing her wand right to his face.
Ginny raised her eyebrow. Where did she come from? She was sure Tawny was not there a minute ago.
“Stupefy!” Tawny yelled, stunning the Death Eater. She then turned around to look over at Remus and Tonks as they were beginning to be attacked from behind them. Tawny held out her hand, a look of deep concentration on her face. Ginny gasped as a small purple flame came out of Tawny’s palm. She threw the fireball at the Death Eater who was about to hex Tonks, and another at the one who was about to attack Remus.
The vision started to blur as Ginny watched Tawny help the Order defeat the remaining Death Eaters and cloaked men, leaving Ginny to wonder who exactly Tawny Parker was.
"Ginny you okay?" Hermione asked, her voice full of concern.
Ginny took deep breaths before nodding, “yeah, I’m fine. Hermione, I have something I want to tell you.” Hermione sat more comfortably on the bed and let Ginny talk. “Well, not that long ago, I had a vision that Tawny was almost killed by a Death Eater, so I went to talk to Dumbledore about it and it turns out that I am a Seer.”
Hermione snorted, “You really believe that you’re a Seer? Come on, Ginny, you know that stuff is rubbish.”
The redhead glared at her. “It’s not rubbish. It’s real. I had another vision just now. Tawny helped Moody when he was about to get killed. Hermione, I don’t know, should we trust her? Was she just talking to someone that can help us, or is she on You-Know-Who’s side?”
Hermione sighed, “Ginny, I really don’t know. After what we just heard, it’s hard to decide whether she is bad or not. All I’m going to say is that we should keep an eye on her until we know what side she is on.”
Ginny nodded. “Right. So, anyway, do you have Harry’s gift to wrap? Because I sure do.” Hermione nodded, so both girls got their gifts out and started wrapping them for Harry.
Harry just came out of the Appariton Test Centre. He thought he did a great job, getting it on the first try. All he had to do now was to wait for Ron. Ron was really nervous when they got to the Ministry. Harry thought it was funny. Harry thought Ron shouldn’t be so nervous since he had done it before, but perhaps he was nervous because the last time he did it, he failed just because he was missing half an eyebrow.
Harry walked into the waiting room and sat on one of the white chairs to wait for Ron to finish. While he waited, he thought about Hermione. She changed a lot over the summer and it was making it harder for him to ignore his feelings. Why can’t I have feelings for her? 'Why do I have to be in love with the girl my best friend is in love with?’ he thought. But then he started to think what if something happens to? Voldemort might find his feeling for her or he could lose her in battle. He didn’t know what to do, the risks of having a relationship with Hermione or losing her friendship because she doesn’t feel the same way.
Harry was startled out of his thoughts when the door suddenly burst open. He jumped to his feet, his wand pointed toward the hooded figure that was standing behind the door. “Who’s there?” he called.
The figure moved forward, throwing his hood back to reveal the long, silver hair and the pale, pointed face that Harry had come to despise. “Lucius Malfoy,” he hissed. “Aren’t you supposed to be in Azkaban?”
Lucius laughed. “Surely you know that the Dementors have joined the Dark Lord, Potter, and not even Azkaban could keep me from my duties.” He laughed again as five Death Eaters appeared next to him. Harry’s eyes darted around the room, trying to find his way out. Where are all the Aurors? How could they get in here? “Not, tell me where my son is and I’ll let you go for now,” Lucius’ voice cut through his thoughts and Harry tightened his grip on his wand.
“I don’t know where your son is. If you haven’t noticed, we hate each other’s guts!” he shouted. Lucius remained calm, his eyes never leaving Harry’s.
“I’ve been told that my so call son saved Dumbledore’s and your lives. I know he is on your side now, so tell me where he is so I can kill him!” A red jet shot out of his wand. Harry jumped out of the way right on time, but the hex cut his arm. He ducked under a table as another curse came his way. He could hear Lucius yelling at the other Death Eaters, but his heart was beating too loud for him to concentrate. Think, Harry, he told himself, think!
“Expelliarmus!” a different voice yelled out. Harry recognized the voice, but he couldn’t believe his ears. Looking up, he saw Draco Malfoy running toward him, his wand pointed at the Death Eaters.
“Draco, what are you doing here?”
“Looks like I’m saving your skin, Potter,” Draco rolled his eyes.
Harry glared at him. “I mean, aren’t you in hiding since your dad is out?”
“Obviously not. Look, I’m here with Dumbledore and the werewolf, who happened to be the only ones fighting the bloody Death Eaters as we speak!” Harry craned his neck to catch a better look at the battle scene, and there he saw Dumbledore and Remus fighting most of the Death Eaters. Remus’ eyes caught Harry’s, and after sending his opponent flying, he quickly approached him.
“Harry, you and Malfoy find Ron. We’ll hold them off!” Remus yelled.
“What about you? Where are the others?” Harry asked, his eyes darting to the door, expecting help to come running at any moment.
“Just find Ron!” Remus ordered once again. Harry knew he couldn’t waste any time, so, seeing his chance to get out, he and Draco ran out of the room as Aurors started coming. Ron and his dad weren’t too far behind; both of them looked like they had been fighting too.
“Harry! Wha…what is this ferret doing with you?!” Ron shouted.
“Never mind, Ron! We’ve got to get out of here. Death Eaters are attacking the Ministry!”
“I know that!” Ron replied as they started running away from the battle scene. “They Apparated into the Apparition Test Centre a few moments after I left. How did they get in?”
Harry never got to answer the question. Six Death Eaters appeared in front of them, blocking their way out. The three boys held out their wands, prepared to defend themselves.
“Grab the boy!” one of the Death Eaters yelled, shouting a spell toward them. Harry pulled Ron and Draco aside just in time, but more hexes were coming. “Protego!” he shouted, creating an invisible shield around the three of them as they tried to find a hiding spot. Harry opened the first door he saw and they stumbled into the room, breathing heavily. He knew they couldn’t keep running, but he knew they couldn’t take on the Death Eaters all by themselves. Yet there was no other way.
“Harry, what are we going to do?” Ron asked.
“I don’t know mate, we just have to fight them off.”
“Or we can find a way out of here,” a voice said from the top of the desk. All three boys looked up to see Tawny sitting cross legged on top of the desk. A smirk played on her lips as she looked down to them. Harry noticed something hidden under her robes; he couldn’t tell what it was though.
“How did you get here?” Harry asked coldly. He wondered why he hadn’t noticed her sitting there before.
Tawny rolled her eyes. “Remus came and said you were in trouble. I just happened to be in the kitchen at the time and followed them here.”
Harry glared at her. “Where are the Death Eaters? They were right behind us.”
Tawny jumped off the desk. “They’re coming. Be prepared to attack, and then we’ll have to run to the fireplaces. It’s our only way out. Harry, you lead the way.”
A bang interrupted her sentence, and the door was blown off its hinges. But this time, they were prepared for it. Shouting different spells, the four of them sent the Death Eaters into the wall. Harry wasted no time; he jumped over the fainted men and ran down the hallway while the others followed closely. It took them a while to find the fireplaces, but they finally got there. They were just about to make a run for it when four men in cloaks with a skull and a black phoenix on them, and hoods covering their faces, stood in front of them.
“Shit,” Tawny cursed. Harry glanced at her, seeing the angry expression on her face. He wondered if she knew who these people were.
The men laughed and took out their swords while Tawny took out her wand. “Guys, get to the fireplaces. I’ll hold them off,” she whispered to the three boys. Draco didn’t think twice and headed for the first fireplace he saw, but Ron and Harry stayed put. “Harry, Ron, what are you doing? Get out of here!” Tawny shouted.
Harry took out his wand. “No! I may not like you too much, but I can’t let you fight them alone! Stupefy!” Harry yelled. One of the cloaked men fell to the ground while the other two moved from their spots, sending curses the two teenagers’ way.
Harry turned to Ron. “Ron, I know you don’t like Malfoy, but he needs help. Go help him while Tawny and I hold them off.”
Ron glared at him. “I am not going to help that ferret! Besides, you and Tawny need help too.”
“Ron, just go!” Tawny yelled, getting irritated with those two. How could they argue at a time like this? Ron hesitated for a moment, but then he hurried over to where Draco was dueling one of the men while Harry and Tawny held off the other two.
For the next ten minutes, Harry and Tawny hid behind an overturned bench, sending curses at the two-cloaked men only to be blocked by their swords. “Ugh, this is hopeless!” Tawny shouted. She took a sword out of her robe. Harry gaped at her.
“Where did you get that?” he asked, momentarily forgetting that he was in the middle of a fight.
“Never mind that! You wait here,” Tawny ordered as she started to charge toward the men, swinging her sword to block the curses they were sending toward her. At first Harry was sure she would get hurt within the next two minutes, but she definitely knew her way with the weapon. It was strange; she looked far more comfortable with the sword than when she was introduced to him the night before.
Harry looked around. Draco and Ron were on the other side of the hallway, hiding behind a bench as well as they dodged spells and fought off their enemy. Even though he was alone, Ron and Draco seemed to be having a hard time dueling him. Who are these people? They look nothing like Death Eaters, Hary thought as another blast hit the bench. “Stupefy!” he shouted. The spell stunned one of the men, giving him a chance to run over to Ron and Malfoy.
Tawny fought the cloaked figure with her sword, dodging every swing that came her way and swinging her own sword at him. She mostly dodged each of the man’s blows, waiting for him to get tired.
She smirked as the man started to gasp for air. She started to attack with her sword, not giving the man a chance to catch his breath.
From the corner of her eye, she saw Harry running over to Ron and Draco, while another man stood right behind him, getting ready to attack. “Harry, look out!”
Harry looked over at Tawny, catching the cloaked man swinging his sword at him. Harry ducked, only to have a blow at the stomach with a spell the man used, knocking him off his feet. Tawny rolled her eyes. Now she had to take care of Harry and the cloaked man. Tawny swung her sword one more time and this time she stabbed right into the man’s stomach. He groaned in pain as he fell on his knees, and Tawny pushed her sword further into the man. He chuckled. “The Dark Lord is here, he knows of your plan, and he will kill you.” Tawny made a face while the man laughed again. She twisted her sword, causing the man to gasp and fall onto his back, taking his last breath.
Tawny pulled the sword out of the man and took her wand out. “Expelliarmus!” she yelled, hitting the man that was closest to Harry and sent him flying to the back wall. She ran over to him while pointing her wand at the other one fighting Ron and Draco. “Reducto!” The two men hit the back wall, unconscious. “Guys, we need to get out of here now!” Tawny helped Harry to his feet, running toward the fireplace and pushed Ron, Draco and Harry into the fireplace. She grabbed a hand full of Floo powder and flooed back to number twelve.
As all four of them stumbled into the house Harry coughed as he stood up dusting the soot off of him. He raised an eye brow when he saw Draco there with them, the blonde’s robes were torn and he had a few starches on his arms and face, a huge gash was on his left leg. Harry then looked over at Tawny who had a few scratches on her face and a torn robe. “Tawny…umm…thanks for saving me back there,” he mumbled.
“You’re welcome Harry,” Tawny said, walking out of the living room and up the stairs.
Harry watched Ron fall onto the couch. He too had torn robes and a cut on his left arm. “Why is he here?” he snarled at Draco, “he’s not allowed to be here!”
“Oh my God, Harry! Ron!” Hermione shouted from the kitchen door. She ran over to the boys and gave them both a bone crushing hug “I was so worried when Dumbledore and Professor Lupin came back and said that the Ministry was attacked they thought you came back here before them, but when we told them you to were not here we all got so worried.”
“You mean they didn’t come earlier?”
Hermione shook her head. “No, they went to the Ministry about an hour ago. Why? Is there something wrong?”
“Tawny was at the Ministry when I, Ron, and Draco were trying to get out, but we couldn’t because there were too many Death Eaters and some cloaked men I’ve never seen before,” Harry said, thinking about how Tawny knew about the attack when no one had come here to tell them.
“How in the world did this bloody git get into this house?!” Ron roared, drawing Harry’s attention back to him.
“It’s not like I want to be here!” Draco shouted back.
Harry looked back at Ron who was giving Draco death glares. “Yeah, how did you get into this house?”
“Harry, I let him come here,” Dumbledore said from the end of the hallway, which meant he was in the library a few moments ago. The old man looked tired and worn from the battle that just happened a few minutes ago.
“That’s fine. I trust him enough to stay here.” Both Ron and Malfoy stopped arguing to look at Harry, while Hermione just stared at him.
“Why do you trust him?” Ron snapped. “Why are you taking his side Harry?”
“I trust him enough to stay here, Ron,” Harry replied, “he has done nothing wrong.”
Ron was about to argue but Dumbledore stopped him, “I know you do not like him that much, but Mr. Malfoy did help save you back at the Ministry and save my life back at Hogwarts, and as Secret Keeper of this house, I gave him permission to come here.”
Ron looked wide eyed at Malfoy. “You saved Dumbledore’s life?”
Draco rolled his eyes “I can be a hero like Potter once in a while with out being judged, can’t I?”
Harry sighed, “He’s allowed to stay Ron. I owe him my life.”
Draco nodded, smirking at Ron. “What about that girl? I sense you don’t trust her when she saved your life as well?”
“I have my reasons,” was all Harry said before walking up to his room, Ron and Hermione close behind him. Once in his room, he lay on his bed, sighing, “what a day for my birthday, huh?”
He looked back at them. Ron was frowning and Hermione was looking at him with worry. “You ok, Hermione?”
Hermione sighed, walked over to his bed and sat next to him. “Harry, there’s something you should know about Tawny.” Harry nodded at her to continue. “Ginny and I kind of walked in on her talking to someone. She sounded like she was talking about a plan that she had with whoever she was talking to. Harry, I think she may be a spy. I don’t have proof or anything, but I just think we should keep an eye on her.”
Harry nodded. “Yeah, we should, there’s just something about her that I don’t trust, but I do owe her my life. If it wasn’t for her, we would be dead by now.”
“Yeah Hermione, you should have seen how she was fighting. It was brilliant!” Ron spoke with awe in his voice.
Hermione frowned, “was she good?”
Harry nodded. “I have never seen someone fight so well besides the Order, and for a girl our age, she was pretty good. She had a sword and she fought well with it.”
Hermione’s eyes widened, “she fights with a sword? I’ve never seen anyone fight in this century with a sword before.”
“Well she can and she was good,” Ron replied.
“Just keep an eye on her. If she does anything that is not right, come tell me,” Harry said.
Ron and Hermione nodded. “Ok, well, you two better get clean up. The party is in a few hours.” Hermione said before she stood up to leave the room.
Harry walked over to his wardrobe, getting out an outfit that Tonks and Remus gave him when they came to visit him. “I’m going to take a shower,” he said. Ron nodded and walked towards the door, but stopped and turned back to Harry.
“Harry?” Ron said. Harry, who was about to enter the bathroom, stopped and turned back to his best friend.
“How...” Ron stopped, having a hard time saying what he wanted to say. “How did Malfoy save Dumbledore’s life?”
Harry sighed. “He stopped Snape from killing him when I was trapped by Dumbledore’s spell.”
Ron narrowed his eyebrows, “why did he trap you?”
Harry shrugged. “I don’t know, but I think it was to give Malfoy the chance to change his ways. Give him a second chance on what side he wanted to be on.”
“Oh,” was all Ron said. Ron did not speak for a few moments and Harry let him take in the news about Draco. A moment later, Ron nodded his head. “I trust him then, but that does not mean I like it or him.”
Harry chuckled, “you don’t have to. Because I don’t like it either.”
Ron shook his head chuckling to himself and left the room so Harry could shower.
Harry came out of the bathroom twenty minutes later, ready for the party, but he had another hour before the party would start. He decided to just hang out in his room, looking at the photo album that Hagrid made him. As he was flipping through the album, there was a soft knock on the door. “Come in.” The door opened to reveal Ginny standing behind it. She gave a small wave and walked into the room.
“Hey,” she said, sitting next to him on the bed.
“Hey,” he replied. They sat quietly for a few minutes before Ginny broke the silence. “Harry, I wanted to talk to you about something,” Ginny said.
“Yeah, I need to talk to you too. You go first.”
Ginny nodded. “I want to say that I don’t think we should get back together. I thought of you as my first love, but after you broke up with me I started to realize that I loved you as a brother nothing more.”
Harry laughed. “What’s so funny?” she demanded, putting her hands on her hips.
“Nothing, it’s just I was so worried that you might want to get back together with me. I’m in love with someone else. I just wanted to say I’m sorry.” Ginny gave him a confused look. “Gin, I didn’t mean to, but I was using you to ignore my feeling for her. Forgive me. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“Harry, I kind of knew you were in love with someone else. I could see the look on your eyes and I knew that look was not for me. It’s Hermione, isn’t it?”
Harry looked at her in shock. Taking a deep breath, he nodded. “Yes, Ginny. I’m so sorry,” he whispered.
Ginny put a hand on his shoulder. “Harry, it’s ok, I’m just hurt from keeping you from being with her.”
Harry shook her head. “That’s not it, I can’t love her because Ron loves her too and I can’t ruin my friendship with him. I don’t even know if she feels the same way.”
“Harry, she does. I see the way she looks at you and I see the way both of you look at each other. About Ron, well, I don’t think he likes her. I’ve been watching him and Luna. They have been spending a lot of time together. I know Luna likes Ron and I think he does too.” Ginny got up and walked to the door. “Just listen to your heart. If Ron’s a good friend, he will understand and in time, if he is mad, he will forgive you.”
Harry sat on his bed, thinking about what Ginny said. Maybe I should try something tonight, he thought to himself.
Harry walked down the stairs and smiled. Everyone he knew was there. Fred, George, Ginny, Draco, Ron, Hermione, Neville, Seamus, Dean, Luna, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Dumbledore, Moody, Remus, Tonks, Tawny and many other members of the Order and friends from Hogwarts as well.
Harry greeted everyone with a smile and shook their hands or gave them a hug; he spotted Hermione sitting by one of the tables. He couldn’t help but stare at her. She was wearing a nice small white sweater and dark blue jeans. Her curly hair was down lying on her shoulders and she wore just a little bit of make-up that made her stunning chocolate brown eyes stand out.
Walking over to her, he looked over to Ginny who winked at him before going back to talk to Malfoy. Then he looked over at Ron who for a second looked upset before his face turned into a big smile and he gave Harry a thumb up.
Harry was confused about it, but just ignored it. He would talk to Ron about it later. He stopped in front of Hermione and she pulled him into a hug. “Happy Birthday, Harry,” she whispered into his ear.
He smiled into her hair and gave her a tight squeeze. “Thank you, Hermione.”
Hermione pulled away from him, smiling at him. “Lets go dance Harry.” She pulled on his arm and dragged him onto the dance floor where everyone else was.
Ginny watched as Harry was on the dance floor, dancing with Hermione. She looked over the room. Everyone was having a good time, but Tawny sat in a corner, watching Harry and Hermione with a little smile on her face. Taking a deep breath, she walked over to her. “Hey!’ she yelled over the music.
Tawny looked at Ginny. “Hey! Why are you over here? I thought you hated me?”
Ginny sat on a chair next to her “I don’t hate you, I just don’t trust you!”
“Why? I haven’t done anything to you guys,” Tawny said, leaning back into her chair with her arms crossed.
“It’s hard to trust anyone now, especially for Harry.”
“Yes, I know. I’ve heard it before. I know how that’s like; London is not the only place where dark wizards live.”
Ginny tilted her head. “What do you mean?”
“I’m from America; there is another dark wizard out there in this world!” Just then, a slow song came on stopping their conversation. Tawny looked over at Harry and Hermione. Ginny narrowed her eyes as Tawny watched the two. Tawny looked at them with an amused expression, like she knew something no one else knew. Ginny didn’t like that one bit.
Harry and Hermione stopped dancing once the slow song came on. Hermione looked around the room, seeing Ron dancing with Luna and others dancing. “Hermione, would you like to dance?” She beamed up at him before nodding.
Harry smiled and placed his hands around her waist while she placed her arms around his neck. They listened to the song, looking into each other’s eyes.
As the song went on, the two were lost in each other’s eyes, still dancing, ignoring the world around them. Harry smiled lovingly at Hermione as they danced and she smiled back just as loving as he was. He saw something in her eyes that he never saw before or never paid attention to until now. There was love in them. He was sure his heart was going to beat out of his chest by how she was looking at him.
Hermione felt like nothing could ruin the moment she was sharing with Harry. She never got to dance with him before and he was doing a great job.
“You dance well,” she spoke.
Harry chuckled. “Yeah, at least I’m not stepping on your feet or anything.”
Hermione laughed. “No really, you dance well.”
“Maybe it was a good thing I practiced a few time over the summer.”
Hermione looked at him with awe. “You practiced dancing?”
Harry shrugged. “I didn’t want to embarrass myself again like I did at the Yule Ball, so I practiced over the summer after fourth year; it also helped me keep my mind off the nightmares and other things. I guess it was a good thing I did.”
Smiling sadly, Hermione rested her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. “I’m sorry I didn’t write to you that summer. I shouldn’t have listened to Dumbledore and written to you just so you knew I was there for you.”
Harry rested his chin on top of Hermione’s head. “You know you couldn’t. You had to listen to Dumbledore’s orders.”
Hermione moved her head up to look at him. “I know, let’s just forget about it. It’s all in the past now.”
Harry nodded. “Yes, it’s all in the past. Did I tell you, you look lovely tonight?”
She smiled at him. “No, you didn’t, but thank you. You look handsome yourself.”
Harry smiled. “Thank you.”
They didn’t speak again. They just looked at each other again for the longest time. Harry looked at Hermione’s lips and felt himself starting to lean forward. He felt his heart pounding faster and harder in his chest.
Hermione let out a shaky breath as she watched Harry lean forward. She too leaned forward and hesitated for a moment, just inches away from Harry’s lips.
Harry felt himself stop when he saw Hermione hesitate; he looked at her for a moment, seeing if she would pull away. When she didn’t, he closed his eyes and closed the gap between them, putting all the love he felt for her into the kiss.
The kiss was full of passion and love. Hermione pulled on Harry’s neck deepening the kiss. Harry held her waist tighter, never wanting to let go.
They pulled away from each other when they needed oxygen, resting their foreheads on each others, panting. They had their eyes closed with goofy smiles on their faces.
Hermione was the first to open her eyes. She smiled at Harry as he opened his emerald green eyes. They smiled at each other until Hermione looked away from him and looked over at Ron who was glaring at them. She gasped and pulled away from Harry.
Harry looked at her, shocked seeing the hurt and guilt in her eyes. She regrets it, he thought sadly.
“I-I’m sorry,” she mumbled before running up the stair, so Harry couldn’t see her tears.
Harry stood there, hurt. He just had the best kiss of his life with the girl he loved and she regretted it. Harry walked out of the room and out of the back door, leaving everyone stunned.
Tawny looked at the spot where the two teenagers once stood, sighing as she shook her head. This is going to be harder then I thought.
Thank you Potterholic again for being my beta, again no new chapter just editing everything.
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