Harmonics Transcript #8
Harmonics Transcript #8
Welcome to Harmonics. Will you be my valentine?
Hello and thank you so much for joining me again for Harmonics. This is of course the week of Valentine`s Day so we`re going to be doing a special show this week. Besides the next chapter of Nanny Wanted I`m going to be reading a special one shot and also I will be reading a poem submitted by one of my listeners. So lets get on with the romance, here`s the next chapter of Nanny Wanted.
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NANNY WANTED CHAPTER 6 - Confessions Of Love Lost
For the next three weeks things around the Potter house were quiet and routine. Everyone was in better spirits and Harry spent most of his days spending time with Lily and James, which meant spending a lot of time with Hermione also. They did everything they could to avoid any physical contact or situations where they spent more than five minutes alone together. Lisa continued to watch them ignore their feelings and it was starting to make her a tad bit cranky at times.
"Lisa, have you seen Harry?" Hermione asked as she walked into the kitchen with Lily in tow.
"I'm not his keeper, I don't know where he is every minute of the day," Lisa said in a clipped voice, startling both Hermione and Lily.
"I only asked because he promised to take Lily flying today since it will be too cold to fly soon," Hermione said, giving her a confused look.
Releasing a heavy sigh, Lisa closed her eyes for a tick and then opened them once more. Focusing on Hermione she said, "I'm sorry, it's just been one of those days."
Hermione gave her an understanding smile while saying, "I've had a few of those myself, it's totally understandable."
Returning the smile Lisa replied, "I believe Harry is outside already."
"Thanks Lisa," Hermione said and started out of the kitchen toward the front door.
"Oh, and Hermione," Lisa called, stopping her just before she opened it, "Cole has been looking for you."
"Thanks," Hermione replied, looking a bit uncomfortable, which made Lisa wonder what the hell Hermione was playing at.
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"Don't forget that I'll be hosting the Halloween Ball here next week," Harry reminded everyone that night at dinner.
Hermione looked up quickly and asked, "Halloween Ball?"
"It's the social event of the year for the wizarding world," Cole replied before Harry could, "Lot's of important witches and wizards dressed in their very finest. It's one hell of a party."
When Lisa looked up she noticed that Harry was practically glaring at Cole and she tried not to laugh at the thought that Cole should have already fallen out of his chair dead if looks could kill.
"You are all required to attend," Harry said, staring right at Hermione, clearly getting his point across and making her a little uncomfortable while doing it. "Lily and James included. You'll be expected to take care of them during that time, usually from seven to eight that night, and then once they're in bed you'll be expected to rejoin the party."
"Okay," Hermione replied quietly, a little intimidated by the look in his eyes. She had never seen such coldness there, and she wondered what had suddenly caused the turn in his behavior.
"Excuse me, I have some work to do," he stated as he stood up quickly and then walked out of the room without hesitation.
Sparing a questioning look at Lisa, Hermione noticed the secretive smile she wore and was even more confused. Before she could give voice to any of her questions, Lisa said, "Why don't you go talk to him and I'll take James and Lily upstairs."
"Um...okay," Hermione replied, not really sure what she was supposed to speak to Harry about. The only thing that convinced her to agree was her curiosity about his shortness with her. As she walked out of the kitchen, she could hear snippets of Cole and Lisa talking back and forth rather heatedly.
Walking up to his office door, she knocked quietly and opened it after he called for her to enter. As she quietly closed the door behind her, she noticed that he was speaking to somebody through the floo, so she sat in one of the chairs she was now very familiar with and waited for him to end the conversation.
"Thank you for your time Minister," Harry said respectfully, "Will you be attending the ball?"
"Absolutely Mr. Potter," came the Minister's reply, "I wouldn't miss it for anything."
After exchanging polite goodbye's, Harry turned his desk chair around and stopped as his eyes landed on Hermione in the chair.
When he continued to sit there quietly watching her, she fidgeted a bit in her chair and asked quietly, "I'm sorry to interrupt Mr.-Harry, but I wanted to ask if I had done something that upset you?"
"What makes you think that?" he asked in reply.
"It's just that...well, I couldn't help but notice that you've been a bit short with me lately and I wanted to know if I had done something wrong," she replied, keeping her eyes trained on his.
"You've done nothing wrong," he replied finally as he pushed his chair away from his desk. She watched as he walked around the desk and proceeded to sit on it directly in front of her. "My nerves and patience have been taxed lately because of the planning I've had to do for this event," he explained, using a handy excuse instead of admitting the truth, "I apologize if I took any of it out on you."
"I understand," Hermione said, a little more at ease. Standing up, she smiled at him and added, "If you need me to do anything, I'd be happy to help."
"Thank you," Harry said, "But everything is pretty much taken care of already."
"Well, I should get upstairs and get James and Lily ready for bed," she said after an uncomfortable silence, and then turned to make her way to the door.
Harry stayed quiet as she walked up to the door and when she grasped the door handle he said, "Hermione, wait."
When she turned around, she was surprised to find him directly behind her. When she looked in his eyes she saw something she'd never seen there before...vulnerability. Before she had time to think about it, Harry quickly closed the distance between them, took her in his arms, and kissed her. This was like no kiss she had ever experienced before; it was rough yet gentle, questioning yet demanding, cautious yet possessive and she found herself being swept away. Just as she was surrendering to it, Harry pulled away and said, "I-I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. I don't know what I was thinking."
Hermione stared at him dazedly, the fog that had started creeping into her brain clearing as she slowed her breathing. "I didn't mind," she said without thinking. Realizing what she had just said, her eyes grew wide and she stuttered, "I-I mean, it's no big deal." Mentally kicking herself, she sighed and said, "I should really get back to the children."
"Right," he said, sounding somewhat disappointed, "I'll be up shortly to tuck them in."
Without another word, Hermione grabbed the door handle once again and quickly made her way out of the office, trying not to think of how wonderful it felt to kiss her employer.
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The next seven days flew by in a blur, and even though the house was abuzz with activity, Lisa could see that something had changed between Harry and Hermione. They would still try to avoid each other, but they weren't doing a very good job of it lately. She'd also been witness to many passing glances that were held just long enough to give them meaning. The thing that convinced her most though was the fact that Hermione now seemed to be staying far away from Cole, and he really wasn't very happy about it.
"Has she said anything to you?" Cole had asked her that morning, "Have I done something to upset her?"
"I don't think you did anything," she had answered, trying to soothe his obviously wounded male ego, "I just think she has other things on her mind right now."
She didn't dare tell him that she thought Hermione seemed to only have eyes for their boss lately. He and Harry had been pretty competitive when it came to getting girls during their Hogwarts years, she could only imagine what would happen if she clued Cole into what was going on. Playing dumb was much simpler and kept the peace they all had come to love so much since Miss Weasley's departure.
When Hermione walked into the room, Lisa smiled at her and asked, "Have your dress robes out and ready to go?"
"Er, not exactly," Hermione hedged, not meeting her eyes. "I don't think the robes I brought with me are formal enough...I was actually going to see if I could borrow the car to go into town. Maybe I'll be lucky enough to find new ones."
"I'm on my way into town now," Harry said, startling everyone in the room. Chuckling quietly he said, "My, you lot are jumpy aren't you?"
"Would it be okay if I went with you?" Hermione asked hopefully. "I'll just run to the shop while you run your errands and I promise I won't take long."
"Absolutely," Harry said with an easy smile.
Lisa watched him for a moment, noticing a small twinkle in his eyes, and knew immediately that he was up to something. "Is there anything you need me to do while you're gone?" she asked, giving him a look that told him she knew what he was doing.
"Can you watch Lily and James?" he replied, giving her a secretive smile that really made Lisa wonder what he was planning.
"Sure," she replied, giving up hope that his features would give anything away.
As she and Cole watched Harry and Hermione walk out the front door Cole turned to her and said, "Damn it! I was about to offer to drive her."
"Better luck next time," Lisa said, coughing suddenly to cover the hint of amusement that could be heard in her voice.
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After the short ride into town, Hermione went one way to get new robes while Harry went the opposite direction to get his last-minute errands done. About thirty minutes later, they met back at the car and were on their way back home.
"It didn't take you long to find something to wear," Harry said conversationally, hating the silence in the car.
"I don't usually take very long to find what I want," she replied, glancing toward him and then quickly averting her eyes from his.
"That's refreshing," he said with a smile, "I remember when I'd take Luna shopping...she could spend hours in a store without buying anything. It used to frustrate me so much, but after she died, I found myself missing it. It always seems to be the simple things about her that I miss the most."
Hermione was watching him now, moved by the fact that he was talking about Luna to her for the first time. "It usually is," she replied, causing him to glance her way when he heard the sadness that tinged her voice. Feeling as if she could truly talk to him she said, "I lost someone dear to me four years ago. His name was Brian and we were engaged to be married..."
Harry continued to stare out the windshield as she talked and when she trailed off he reached over and took hold of her hand. He didn't dare try to speak because he knew his voice would fail him. He could hear how much the loss of her fiance still affected her as she spoke and he knew better than anyone how long it took to heal.
"We had been a couple since our sixth year at Beauxbatons and he had proposed to me on my twenty-first birthday. We were so happy and I had already started to plan the wedding...a-and then as he was driving to the Bingham's house in Denham on Christmas Eve, he was hit head-on by another car and died instantly." She sniffled and Harry squeezed her hand, hoping that it would give her a small amount of comfort. Smiling at him through the tears that had gathered in her eyes she said, "The thing I loved most about him was that he was muggleborn like me and loved to drive as much as I did. He used to drive up from Woodley every weekend since the couple I worked for at the time liked him so much and never minded that he came over. Ironic that it was also what killed him. If he had just apparated he would probably still be alive."
Harry let go of her hand so that he could turn the car into the driveway and pulled it easily into the garage for the night. After shutting off the engine, he turned to her and quietly asked, "Are you going to be okay?"
"I just need a moment to compose myself," she said, wiping her eyes with a tissue she had found in her bag.
They sat in the car for about five minutes more and then gathered their purchases. Before she opened the door that led from the garage into the kitchen, Harry put his hand on her shoulder to stop her and said, "No one knows better than I do how much it hurts to lose someone you love Hermione. If you ever need to talk, I'd be glad to listen."
"Thank you," she replied quietly, touched by his kind offer. "I can usually talk about him without crying, but I've found myself thinking of him...He would have turned twenty-six two days ago...and I still miss him. He was my best friend."
"Luna was my best friend too," Harry said, "I always thought she was rather odd until my fifth year at Hogwarts. She had walked up to me and my best mate Ron Weasley, talking about snorkacks or something of the sort, and suddenly I found it more endearing than odd. She had a way at looking at life that was refreshing."
He stopped talking suddenly, realizing how much he had just told her, and looked away. "Harry," Hermione said softly, causing him to look at her once more, "It goes both ways you know, if you ever need to talk I'm here to listen too."
After staring at each other for a moment, Harry broke through the intensity of the moment by saying, "Right. Well, we should really get inside, the guests will be arriving in less than two hours."
She watched as he walked by her, opened the door, and strode quickly inside. Mulling over the things he had said, and the things about Brian that she had confessed to, she shook her head thinking that the night was off to a very interesting start.
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Dumbledore: It was because of your mother, she sacrificed herself for you and that kind of act leaves a mark… no no this kind of mark cannot be seen, it lives in your very skin
Harry: What is it?
Dumbledore: Love Harry… love.
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And now for the poem that was sent in, it`s entitled My All by Izzy N.
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My All by Izzy N
A falling tear, a shooting star, our lips are close, we are not far.
I pull you close, a sudden chill, the silence screams, the earth stands still.
The moon awakes, the stars shine bright, a tender kiss, then all is right.
We walk along, just you and I, with hand in hand, a gentle sigh.
The sand is soft, between our toes, I give to you a blood red rose.
For into love, we both shall fall, you are the one, my match, my all.
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Thank you so much Izzy for sharing that with us.
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And now for the Valentines Day fanfic, it`s a one shot by Blingblot entitled His Favourite Holiday, rated G.
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This story and bingblot`s other stories can be found on Portkey
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His Favorite Holiday
Oh bugger it all.
Harry realized, too late, the minute he stepped into the Great Hall for breakfast that morning what day it was.
Valentine’s Day.
He had forgotten about it. Or he had deliberately put it from his mind.
Either way, if he had remembered what day it was, he would have avoided the Great Hall at all cost and especially at breakfast, when the owls arrived.
It looked like McGonagall had decided to follow Dumbledore’s example and strive for normalcy in the middle of war in decorating Hogwarts for the day.
The Great Hall had been decorated with white, pink and red banners, rather like the House banners at the end of every year in the color of whichever House had won the Inter-House Championship-except, of course, that they were white, pink and red.
He promptly decided that he hated the colors pink and red.
He grimaced mentally as he made his way to his usual spot at the Gryffindor table, studiously looking straight ahead of him and avoiding the gazes of the girls who smiled at him.
He could swear that on this one day alone, the female population of Hogwarts all but doubled. They positively appeared out of the stone-work, he was convinced.
He sat down at the Gryffindor table, thankful that Seamus, Dean and Neville didn’t mention the day or the decorations.
He was on the verge of reaching for some pancakes when he saw that the butter had been festively colored pink and promptly changed his mind about having pancakes. Or, indeed, having any food at all which would require the use of the pink butter.
He reached for the muffins instead, noting thankfully that they hadn’t been decorated. And neither had the pumpkin juice.
He ate in silence, once again keeping his gaze fixed on his plate as if he saw some fascinating secret being revealed in it, sensing the gaze of Merlin-only-knew-how-many eyes watching him.
And then he heard the flutter of wings from up ahead and the owls swooped in-at least twice the usual number of owls.
He mentally braced himself-and sure enough, he was soon barraged with a positive flood of notes-every single one of them, he noted with disgust, in pink or red envelopes. Some were even shaped like a heart. Some were attached to roses. Some were attached to packages of chocolate and other sweets.
Lord, he hated this day.
He only prayed that he didn’t receive another verbal card sung by some house elf, serenading him about his ‘eyes as green as a fresh pickled toad’ or some other ridiculous simile. On this day of all days, he wished he’d been lucky enough to be born with eyes that weren’t such a noticeable color. Brown, maybe.
Although, he thought suddenly, he knew from experience, just how pretty and distracting brown eyes could be… At least when they were in the face of the girl whom he had slowly come to realize meant much more to him than just a friend.
Deliberately, he began to shove all the Valentines he had received into his bag with the intention of throwing them all away unopened.
Callous, maybe, but at the moment he didn’t care and he certainly didn’t have the patience to open every single one of them to read a whole lot of blathering about how “handsome” he was. In fact, he decided, if he had to read dozens of gushing descriptions of his eyes, his hair, his smile, his flying skills, and/or his bravery, he was going to kill something. No, he thought with an inward shudder at the thought of the cards, best just to throw them all out, unopened.
It would take the patience of a saint to get through all those nauseating cards-and he’d be the first person to admit he was no saint.
And then he stopped, his hand pausing as he noticed one small envelope mixed in with all the others.
This envelope stood out, not because of its gaudiness but because of its simplicity. It looked just like any other owl sent on any other day might look and was very simply addressed to “Harry”. There wasn’t a sign of a heart or a rose or any flourishes of calligraphic writing imploring him to “Be My Valentine”-no, there was just the one word, written in a plain style, just his name.
Curious almost in spite of himself, he reached for the envelope and opened it slowly.
A plain piece of parchment was inside-no card, no confetti, and once again, no hearts in sight.
Black ink had been used-and not any special red ink.
Harry,
I just wanted you to know that I love you. I love you for your smile and your humor and your kindness and your courage. I just love you for you. And I wanted you to know so you never have to feel alone.
If you want to know who I am, you can meet me under the big oak tree by the Lake after lunch today.
Love,
A friend
Harry smiled, oddly touched by the short note. It was so very simple and direct, in spite of the anonymity. And how had this girl-whoever she was-guessed that he did, sometimes, feel incredibly alone as the One with the Power Voldemort Knew Not. It was-comforting-to know that somewhere this girl loved him.
But who could she be?
He ventured a glance around at the girls looking at him with smiles that ranged from being hopeful to simply flirtatious to positively covetous (he shuddered and hastily looked away from those.) Who could it be?
He mentally ran through the list of girls he knew and considered to be friends of a sort-and the girl had to know him at least a little to write the note she had written.
Ginny-no, of course not. He dismissed the idea almost as quickly as it had come. She didn’t like him that way anymore, even if they had gotten to be friends, and even though she and Dean were no longer dating. He rather suspected, though, that she and Anthony Goldstein might start dating soon.
Susan Bones-he thought it but then dismissed it too. Susan was nice, yes, and he did consider her to be a friend but he could not believe she loved him. He glanced at her quickly-to see her smiling at Justin Finch-Fletchley in a way that was unmistakable. Right, not Susan then.
Who, who, who could it be?
He knew who he wanted it to be-but he also knew that it was wishful thinking on his part.
It wasn’t her handwriting for one thing-and for another, more importantly, she’d never given him the slightest indication that she cared about him as anything other than a best friend.
He stifled a sigh and then looked up as Ron and Hermione sat down at the table.
Ron looked at the pile of Valentine’s still on the table and grinned at him. “I see your admirers are out in full force today, Harry.”
He made a disgruntled face and threw a roll at Ron which Ron caught easily.
Ron looked down and then made an odd noise that had both Harry and Hermione staring at him.
He gestured at an envelope that had just been dropped onto his plate. “I got a Valentine!”
“At least you only got one,” Harry groused. “And not one million. In fact, here, take these,” he said, shoving the packages of sweets across the table to Ron.
“Oh thanks, Harry,” Ron grinned before turning his attention back to the envelope and opening it quickly.
He read it quickly and then sat staring at it, his face and ears having gone red.
Finally Harry asked, “Well, who’s it from?”
Ron made another odd noise and glanced up at first Harry and then at Hermione, who looked amused as she began to eat her breakfast. “Luna,” he croaked out.
Hermione’s smile widened. “I knew she fancied you, Ronald,” she declared.
“Don’t call me that,” Ron said quickly, his ears turning an even brighter red than before.
“That’s nice,” Harry said, although his grin and his tone betrayed his amusement at Ron’s expense.
Hermione looked at Harry. “Did you get any Valentines you liked today, Harry?”
He quickly and instinctively shoved the one note he’d read under a pile of unopened ones, not sure why he didn’t want Hermione to see it but somehow he didn’t. “Oh- er- no, not-that is, I didn’t really open many of them.” Or any of them-and had no intention of opening any more, he mentally added.
“Oh.”
An expression he couldn’t read crossed her face-almost like- disappointment?-and then she stood up. “I have some work to do before class,” she said hurriedly and left.
Ron shook his head as she left, already beginning to open the packages of sweets. “Mental, she is,” he said but it was more out of habit than any real meaning and so Harry let it pass.
He took out the note again, rereading it, thinking.
He did want to know who the girl was-but could he- should he- meet her by the lake? He didn’t really think so-it would seem like tacitly admitting he’d like to know her better and could possibly learn to care about her and all that. It would be the first step. And could he do that? Meet with some other girl when he already knew he fancied, no, loved, a girl already?
No.
No, he couldn’t. He couldn’t meet any other girl-not like that, not when she’d confessed to loving him. Even if the note had only said to come if he wanted to know who she was, he could guess perfectly well that if he did go meet the girl, the girl would have every right to expect some sort of feeling in return-or at least the possibility of it.
It wouldn’t be fair. To any girl-or to Hermione, not that she would care, he supposed, if he did meet the girl. But he wouldn’t feel right about it. Meeting another girl when he knew perfectly well the only girl he had any interest in that way was Hermione…
No, he couldn’t. He wouldn’t.
But the least he could do was write another short note thanking the girl and letting her know he appreciated her note.
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Harry sat staring at a blank piece of parchment over lunch, wondering what on earth he could possibly say to this unknown girl.
He didn’t even know how to address the bloody note; ‘Dear friend’ sounded too-odd-too stilted.
Finally he gave up and decided not to address it at all.
He just needed to be honest, he decided.
He bit his lip and then began writing.
Thank you for your letter. I really appreciated it. It was the nicest Valentine I’ve ever received, honestly.
I do want to know who you are but I decided I can’t meet you today. It wouldn’t be fair to you, see, because, well, I already care about another girl.
I hope-I’d like to think-we can be friends.
Thanks again.
Your friend,
Harry
There.
He read over what he’d written. It was very short, rather hopelessly direct, in fact. And he certainly wasn’t going to be winning any awards for penmanship or for eloquence or touching letters in the near future.
He only hoped this girl wasn’t too hurt or disappointed by it. He hated to think of hurting this girl when, considering he didn’t even know who she was, he rather considered her to be a friend already just from the note she’d written.
He sighed and then got up, hurrying up to his room, going over to Hedwig who sat perched in her cage.
“Hey Hedwig.”
Hedwig cocked her head to one side as if in question.
He opened the cage and passed a hand lightly over one wing in greeting as she gently nipped at his finger. “Can you take this note and give it to the girl who’ll be waiting under the big oak tree out by the lake?”
He tied the note to her leg and then moved to open the window so Hedwig could fly out. She landed briefly on his shoulder, nipping lightly at his ear as if to assure him she would do what he’d asked, and then flew off.
So much for that, then, Harry thought, as he went down to the kitchens to grab a late lunch.
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“Where’s Hermione?”
Ron looked around at the dinner table. “Dunno. Haven’t seen her.”
Harry turned to Neville. “Hey, Neville, have you seen Hermione?”
“No, sorry.”
Harry frowned slightly and then asked Ginny, “Have you seen Hermione?”
Ginny shook her head. “I haven’t seen her all day actually, not since breakfast.”
“She wasn’t at lunch?” Harry asked in surprise. He hadn’t been at lunch either, admittedly, preoccupied with the note he’d had to write to that unknown girl.
“No.”
“Oh.” Harry frowned down at his plate for a moment, wondering where on earth Hermione could be. What could she be doing?
Surely-nothing could have happened to her… He promptly tried to squash the flicker of panic he felt at the thought, telling himself he was being ridiculously paranoid and alarmist.
Hogwarts was the safest place in the wizarding world; Hermione could take care of herself and, moreover, if anything had happened to her, Professor McGonagall or somebody would have told him…
Unless, of course, no one knew it yet…
He felt another prickle of apprehension and got up, making a quick decision. “I’m going to go find Hermione,” he explained to Ron, who nodded, and then he left the Great Hall quickly.
He went first to the Library, knowing it wouldn’t be the first time Hermione had gotten absorbed in some book or another and forgotten all about such mundane things like meals.
Of course, that was all it was, he told himself reassuringly. She had just gotten caught up in her research and forgotten all about the time. Nothing whatever to be worried about.
Except she wasn’t in the library.
And Madam Pince hadn’t seen her this afternoon.
His apprehension was growing by leaps and bounds now as he headed towards Gryffindor Tower at something like a run.
Hermione, Hermione-had something happened to Hermione?
He nearly skidded into the Common Room after gasping out the password to find it empty as everyone was down at dinner.
He wondered if she had gone to her own room but knew better than to try to make it up the stairs.
The Marauders Map!
He ran up to the 7th year Boys Room, throwing open his trunk and digging into it for the Marauders Map.
Thank you, Dad, Sirius and Remus, he thought fleetingly as he took out the folded piece of parchment.
“I solemnly swear I am up to no good,” he said hastily and then watched as the thin black lines marking out Hogwarts spread over the parchment with the small black dots.
He bent over the map, skipping over the cluster of dots in the Great Hall and focusing on the dots around the castle.
Then he found it, the dot labeled Hermione Granger-in the Room of Requirement.
Of course!
He let out a sigh of relief.
“Mischief managed.” The parchment went blank and he hurriedly stuffed it back into his trunk before setting off again at a run for the Room of Requirement.
Halfway there, he paused and then changed direction, heading down to the kitchens to grab some food for her. She must be hungry if she’d skipped lunch and dinner.
“Hermione, there you are. I’ve been--” his words cut off as she seemed to flinch at the sound of his voice and refused to look at him.
She was sitting on the floor on the opposite side of the room, her arms wrapped around her knees.
He absently put the food down on a table that conveniently appeared next to him and then moved to sit next to her.
She kept her face turned away from him and he felt a swift pang of hurt.
“Hermione? What is it? What’s wrong? Why didn’t you come to lunch or dinner? Hermione?” His voice was soft with concern and worry as he put a tentative hand on her back in a comforting gesture.
He felt her breath hitch and finally she said, quietly, in a voice that strove to sound normal, “It’s nothing. I- I just wanted to be alone for a while.”
He frowned, moving his hand in slow, gentle circles on her back. “It isn’t nothing. Hermione, you’ve been crying; you don’t cry over nothing. I know you don’t. So what is it? Can- can I help in any way?”
He wished he dared to put his arm around her, wished he dared to wipe her tears away himself. Before-when he hadn’t realized how he felt about her-he might have dared to do it, just as her best friend-but he didn’t dare now, not when he knew how he felt. But he hated to see her cry, hated to know she was sad or upset over anything.
She was silent, her face kept hidden and buried in her arms, as her shoulders shook with occasional sobs.
He stayed beside her, wishing desperately he could help her somehow and mentally resolving to hex whoever it was who had made Hermione cry like this.
After a few minutes, she asked, very softly so he could hardly hear her, “Who is she?”
He blinked, confused. “Who is who?”
“Her. The girl you- you care about.”
For a moment, Harry could swear his heart stopped and he forgot to breathe. His mind went blank with pure shock.
“You know?” he blurted out without thinking-and then he realized just what it meant that she did know he cared about a girl.
He had only told one person about that. Only one person could know about his caring about a girl-about Hermione.
The girl who had written him that Valentine. The unknown girl he had written that note to instead of meeting her under the tree.
Hermione was-she had written him that Valentine. And that meant… Hermione loved him. She loved him. She loved him!
He felt a swift surge of elation-to be followed immediately by a stab of dismay and guilt.
She loved him; she’d written him that sweet Valentine. And he hadn’t shown up for the meeting, had written her a note saying he cared about another girl.
Oh God…
He was the reason she was crying now.
Finally, he recovered some presence of mind-and finally, he dared to do what he’d wanted to do and put his arm around her, his other hand moving to bring her face up to look at him.
She resisted but he persisted until slowly, reluctantly, she met his eyes.
Tears streaked her cheeks and sparkled on her eyelashes and he gently wiped the tears from her cheeks with his thumb.
“Don’t you know?” he asked softly. “Can’t you guess, Hermione, who I care about? She’s the one person who’s always been there for me, who’s helped me with everything. She’s the nicest, smartest girl I know-and the prettiest.”
The flicker of confusion in her eyes at his first words cleared, to be replaced with dawning hope and then happiness.
“Oh Harry…” she breathed. “It’s me?”
He allowed himself to smile slightly. “Of course it’s you. Who else could it be?”
She smiled.
“I- I wanted the Valentine to be from you,” he told her. “But I didn’t think it could be because you didn’t think of me that way and besides, it wasn’t your handwriting.”
“I knew you would recognize my writing so I used a quill that I enchanted to disguise my handwriting, make it more anonymous. I- I didn’t want you to know it was me unless you decided to find out on your own by meeting me. I think I knew you wouldn’t meet me unless you thought you could care.”
He smiled slightly at how she knew him so well. “I probably would have gone to meet you,” he admitted. “But I decided it wouldn’t be fair-to you, oddly enough, for me to meet another girl when I knew I- I cared about you already-even if you didn’t know or care about me that way.”
“Oh Harry…”
And she looked at him with so much happiness-and love-shining in her eyes that he did the only thing he could think to do in response-and kissed her. It started out as a gentle kiss, a little uncertain, but she parted her lips and the kiss deepened, his tongue exploring her mouth, learning the taste of her, the feel of her.
And when it ended, he smiled into her eyes. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Hermione,” he said softly.
“I meant what I wrote to you in that note,” she told him quietly. “I do love you.”
Everything inside him seemed to still at hearing those words he couldn’t ever remember hearing before-and somehow hearing her say them meant so much more, even if he knew, now, that she did because she had written them. But hearing the words was different, meant more somehow… “I know,” he finally said softly. “I- I love you too.”
It was amazing how-easy-it was to say those words to her…
She smiled and he kissed her again-and he couldn’t help thinking that Valentine’s Day was a very pleasant holiday after all, possibly his new favorite holiday…
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That`s it for this special edition of Harmonics, thank you so much for joining me today. Hopefully you guys have a happy and love filled Valentines Day. I`m going to leave you with a song, different I know, but it is V-Day so lets end it in a good way. Here is, Here In Your Arms by Hello Goodbye.
Happy Valentine`s Day everyone and thanks for listening.
[SONG: Here In Your Arms by Hello Goodbye]