Chapter 2 : It's a Date
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They arrived at the greenhouses and prepared themselves for class. Harry couldn’t help but notice the way that the Hufflepuffs were staring at him. They were glaring at him and the rest of the Gryffindors. He knew why, though. He was a Gryffindor champion, competing against a Hufflepuff champion. Tensions were increasingly high between the two houses.
Ron strolled into the room and stood next to Hermione. He immediately got started on his task. Hermione kept bringing up things to talk about to the both of them but they only responded to her, not each other. They didn’t even look at one another.
After class Ron beat it out of the room. Harry and Hermione stayed behind while the rest of the class filled out. He turned to her, sighed, and pushed a piece of hair out of her face.
“That went well.”
She smiled and said, “He’ll get over it soon, Harry. I know he will.”
He smiled at her. “Hopefully.”
They started making their way to Hagrid’s hut for Care of Magical Creatures when Harry realized something: it was the first time he would see the Slytherns since he was chosen. It was something he was definitely not looking forward to.
As he suspected, the Slytherns, especially Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle, were starting up their jokes.
“Ignore them, Harry,” Hermione quickly whispered into his ear. He nodded and turned his attention away from Malfoy.
“What’s the matter, Potter? Will your girlfriend not allow you to talk?”
Thankfully, Malfoy was stopped when Hagrid returned. Harry briefly wandered what he was carrying in the boxes. As he continued to wonder, though, Hagrid was already explaining the assignment. Hermione quickly nudged him to make sure he was paying attention.
“You ok?” she quickly whispered. He nodded.
She started on the assignment while Hargid called Harry up to talk to him. She wandered what they were talking about but pushed it out of her mind as she continued to work. Hopefully it was nothing serious.
They remained silent until after class. In fact, they didn’t talk much until dinner. They had been working on homework all afternoon. Even at dinner, she noticed, Harry didn’t talk a lot. She wondered what could possibly be bothering him.
To make matters worse as well, the whole school now knew about their relationship.
She assumed that was the reason why Ron wasn’t talking to her now. She once again sat between them and tried to start conversation, but neither was speaking to her this time. So it led to a very quiet, but whispering and pointing at her and Harry, dinner.
She just hoped Ron wouldn’t start anything with Harry up in the dormitory.
They continued to work on homework until everyone retreated to bed. As soon as the last person left she and Harry put their things away and sat on the couch.
“It’s been a long day,” he said, kicking his feet up onto the table. She smiled.
“I know.” She quickly looked at him and saw how exhausted he was. She felt for bad for him. Kicking her shoes off, she threw her legs on the couch and rested her head on his shoulder.
“Everyone knows,” he commented, putting his arm around her. She nodded.
“Oh well. This is our business. People can say all they want to about it.”
They started into the fire. Neither was really sure how much time had gone by but it didn’t matter. They were together and that’s all that counts.
He turned his head and looked at her. He couldn’t help but noticed how beautiful she looked by firelight. He felt the same tingles that he had felt that morning return as he looked at her.
“You’re beautiful,” he said. She looked up at him and smiled.
“Why, thank you, Harry.”
She sat up so she was facing him and put both her hands on both sides of his face. They looked into one another’s eyes for a moment before Hermione said, “You know, we never got to finish that kiss this morning.”
“And?” he said, grinning. She laughed.
He put his hands on the back of her head and gently brought it down to meet with his lips. It was slow and it was sweet, but most of all it felt, well, perfect. Just like their first one, it sent tingles up both of their bodies and left both of them wanting more.
They kissed for several minutes before they broke away from one another. They left their eyes closed for a second before they reopened them and looked into the others.
This close to him, he couldn’t help but notice how beautiful she looked. He may have thought this a couple times tonight now, but he just couldn’t help it. She was.
“That was even better than the first one,” she said, smiling. He agreed and pushed a piece of hair out of her face.
“I’m glad we agreed to give this a try.”
“Me too,” she said, putting her head on his chin.
They stayed that way, just cuddling or talking, for another hour. Neither wanted to go to bed but knew they had to eventually. For the time being, though, they didn’t want to move.
Upstairs on the balcony, Ron had just come out of the dormitory when he spotted Harry and Hermione on the couch. He watched for a moment before he turned on the spot and returned to the dorm. He was unsure if he was mad or just hurt at the moment.
The week just seemed to keep getting better and better for Harry. Not only were rumors of he and Hermione going around constantly, but now ‘Potter Stinks’ badges were being worn by the majority of the school.
It all, of course, was started by Malfoy. He had shown up to the dungeons wearing the badges. He had ignored all the stuff Malfoy was telling him, like Hermione said to do, until a certain word came up.
“Harry, don’t!” Hermione said, trying to stand in front of him. “Please he’s not worth it!”
“Listen to your girlfriend, Potter! She might be the only one you ever get!” he snickered. The rest of his crew laughed.
“Please, Harry, let it go. He’s not worth it,” she begged. “You can’t afford to get into trouble.”
“Fine,” he gritted out, putting his wand down. “She’s right, Malfoy. In fact, didn’t she punch you in the face last year?”
Malfoy glared at him and shot a curse off. Harry quickly moved himself and Hermione out of the way.
“What’s going on here?” Snape said, showing up.
“Potter was about to attack me, sir.”
“I was not!” Harry screamed back. “Malfoy shot a curse at me and Hermione!”
“Enough, Potter. You and your girlfriend are clearly fine. Twenty points from Gryffindor for causing a scene.”
“Let it go,” Hermione said quickly as Snape passed by. “At least he didn’t give you detention.”
Malfoy smirked at Harry as soon as they sat down. Harry completely ignored him as Snape started his lecture. Shortly after class started, however, Colin Creevy showed up, asking for him.
“I’ll see you later,” he whispered to Hermione.
“Good luck,” she whispered back.
She made sure to take really good notes so he could copy them later. She wandered briefly what he was doing at the moment. Surely he would have told her. But the look on his face made it look like he didn’t know either.
She finished the antidote, turned it in and quickly left the class. She worked her way up to the dormitory but found he wasn’t there. So she decided to make her way down to dinner and wait on him there. She started working on some homework when someone came up behind her and grabbed her shoulders.
“Harry!” she said, grabbing her chest. He laughed. “You scared me, you know.”
“Sorry. Hey how did you get out so fast?”
“Just got done early I guess. Where have you been?”
He took a seat across from her and sighed. “You’re not going to like this.”
“What’s wrong?” she asked, very concerned. She saw anger pass his face before it quickly vanished. “Harry?”
“I was at a wand weighing. They were checking our wands to make sure they work properly. Don’t worry, mine does,” he added, seeing the look on her face.
“Then why are you upset?”
“There was a reporter there. She asked me a bunch of questions about me….and you.”
“Oh no,” she said, sighing. “What’d you say?”
“Nothing much,” he replied. “I feel like she twisted my words around. I don’t even want to look at that article. Thankfully, Dumbledore stopped us. Apparently she’s written things about him too. He apparently didn’t like it.”
“Who cares what it may say. It’ll last a couple of days then everyone will forget about it.”
“I know, I know. I just wish you didn’t have to be in there either.”
She took his hand in hers and said, “We’ll get through it, you know.”
“Have you heard from… you know,” she said, looking at the people around her.
“No. I’m getting really worried too. I hope he got it.”
“I’m sure he did.”
They ate their dinner. Hermione filled Harry in on everything he missed in potions while Harry filled her in about the wand weighing. He had to admit: it was really nice having a girlfriend.
“I wish you two would make up,” Hermione said, looking at Ron, who was sitting with Seamus and Dean.
“He started it, Hermione.”
“Well, finish it, Harry! He misses you and I know you miss him.”
“Can we just drop this, Hermione, please?”
She sighed but said nothing more about it. They finished dinner and returned to the common room. They were now walking hand in hand, not caring about the pointing or whispering they were getting. They both felt like their relationship was moving quickly, yet neither cared. They were happy and that’s all that matters.
“So do you want to work on your charms? You seem to be struggling a lot lately,” Hermione said.
“Yeah, let me go get my book.”
He quickly went upstairs to grab his book. Ron was up there, sitting on his bed. He looked up.
“You got a letter,” he said bluntly, pointing to Harry’s bed.
“Thanks,” Harry replied back. He untied the letter, gave the owl a treat and grabbed his charms book.
Just as he was about to leave, however, Ron stopped him. “So Hermione, huh? Of all the girls you could have picked, you’re dating Hermione?”
“What do you care?”
“She’s my friend too, you know.”
“Yeah, I know. I was, too, before you started acting like an arse.”
“Whatever,” Ron snapped back, lying back down on his bed, “you can date her. What do I care, right?”
Harry shook his head, opened the door and walked out, making sure to slam it on his way. He was beginning to wonder if they’ll ever be friends again.
“Hey what’s wrong?” Hermione asked as he walked down the stairs.
“Nothings. Just got a letter from….” He leaned in to whisper in her ear, “….from Sirius.”
“Have you read it yet?”
“No. I was going to read it right now.”
They walked over to the couch and he opened the letter. He quickly read it while she looked over his shoulder.
“Do you want to be there with me?” he asked.
“But it says to be alone.”
“I want you to be there with me.”
“Ok,” she said. He quickly pecked her cheek. “Come on; let’s work on your charms.”
“Well she really twisted your words around, didn’t she?” Hermione said, reading the paper.
“Makes me sick to my stomach,” he muttered. He continued eating his breakfast while she read on. He saw her head shake her head several times.
“She really is a vile woman, isn’t she?”
“Has Ron talked to you?” Harry asked her quickly.
He wasn’t even sure why he was asking her this, but he couldn’t help it. That thought had been running through his head ever since he had fought with Ron the last time. Of course he didn’t tell Hermione this. She was already mad at him enough for this.
“Well, yeah. He talked to me yesterday. Why?”
“Why what happened this time?”
“Nothing happened, Mione. I was just wondering.”
“Fine.” She looked at him for a moment then asked, “Harry, there’s a Hogsmeade trip next Saturday and I was wondering if you wanted to go.”
“Like on a date?”
“A date? I hadn’t even thought of that. We could, I guess. I just thought maybe we could go. You need to get out of this castle and get away for a bit. It’ll help clear your head.”
He thought about it for a moment. He then smiled and said, “Hermione Granger, will you go on this date with me next weekend?”
She laughed and said, “Sure. It’s a date.”
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