Chapter 45
Shampoo
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It was after midnight; sixty-five hours later… two and a half days since the start of the ritual and everyone except for Luna and Emma were asleep. It was Luna's turn to watch over the pair but Mrs. Granger felt the need to stay up with her. They were both sitting by the bed lost in thought. Not really talking except for an occasional comment or sometimes a question.
"So, you fought with him at the Ministry too?" Emma asked very quietly. She was trying to figure out what had happened, but more so was trying to understand her daughter's friends.
"Yes, along with Neville, Ginny, Seamus, and Fred."
"Were you scared?"
"Oh yes, very."
Emma looked at the strange girl, "Why then… I mean why did you go?"
Luna looked down at Harry, "I think he should be the one to answer that."
There it was again, a camaraderie, a friendship so strong, especially for kids their age, it amazed her. "Actually, I mean why did you go, Luna, you yourself?"
Luna looked up and stared straight back at the older woman and after a second she tilted her head slightly as if studying Mrs. Granger. Then before looking back down answered in a tone that clearly said, 'I can't believe you even have to ask,' "Because, they're my friends… they needed me."
Emma sat there and continued to stare at the young girl across from her even after the girl had turned away. There was no doubt about it, Hermione's world was definitely different than hers. These children, if one could still call them children, were so much… more. The more she thought about it, the more she realized, that she didn't know any adults from her world who could compare to these kids. They all had a tremendous loyalty to each other and were brave beyond anything she could imagine, 'Hell, Harry had fought a Dragon,' she thought with a shake of her head. Emma sighed and looked down at her sleeping daughter, she and Harry seemed so happy, so normal. They laughed and played around just like other kids… 'But when the chips are down,' she thought, 'that was the difference, they rise to the occasion. They all do.' And as much as that amazed her, it paled in comparison to what she knew Harry and Hermione shared. Luna would stick up for Harry, even fight for him, but Hermione would die for him. Her gaze drifted over to Harry, "And he would die for her," her last thought unconsciously voiced out loud.
Luna looked up, "Now you understand." It was a statement, not a question.
Emma was about to reply, but stopped when she noticed the faint glow that had been surrounding both Harry and Hermione begin to pulsate slightly. As she watched, it slowly started to split into two separate auras, much like a cell dividing in half. "Better wake Madam Pomfrey," she told Luna.
~oOoOo~
An hour later, after both Professor Flitwick and Madam Pomfrey were done fussing over the two teens, Flitwick said, "Well, now that I know both are out of the woods so to speak, I think I'll take my leave." After a quick bow, he turned and hurried away for some much-needed rest.
Emma sat back and released a breath she didn't even realize she had been holding. Harry making it back was always going to be the hardest part and now that it was over, Emma felt she could finally relax for the first time in days. She could literally feel the tension leaving her body. She closed her eyes and gave solemn thanks for her answered prayers as a single tear slipped down her cheek.
After a moment to regain her composure, she glanced over to her sleeping husband. Because he looked so exhausted, she didn't want to wake him unless there was more to tell him. Turning to Pomfrey, she asked quietly, "What happens now?"
The relief was also evident on Pomfrey's face as she answered, "Now, they just need to rest. Harry will wake first, around noon tomorrow I'd wager."
"And my daughter?"
"She'll be fine as well, but due to her injuries, she'll need a little more time before she wakes… hum, maybe around dinner time tomorrow."
As Madam Pomfrey started to leave, Emma stopped her with a touch on her arm, "Madam… Poppy, thank you."
~oOoOo~
It was just after sunrise but still quite early in the morning, as Professor Dumbledore sat in his office and contemplated his actions of late. What he found left a bitter taste in his mouth and sat ill in his stomach. Was he that old? Was it time to let go? He wondered. Dumbledore chuckled, "Yes, I am… It is definitely time."
He had been filled in by Madam Pomfrey only moments before on the current condition of the last two students left in the infirmary. He hadn't slept much the night before, not because he was worried about whether they would make it or not, but rather how he would atone for his mistakes, now he knew.
A familiar knock on the door told him Professor McGonagall was also up early, no doubt wanting to discuss those very mistakes. Dumbledore was not looking forward to the following conversation but knew he had to start somewhere, "Come in."
"Good morning, Headmaster."
Dumbledore winced internally, it wasn't a good sign if his deputy was being so very formal at this hour in the morning. "Minerva, do we really have to start our day this way?"
"Professor McGonagall knew exactly what he was referring to, "I'm afraid this is not a social visit, Albus."
"No… I suppose I knew it wouldn't be," Dumbledore motioned for her to take a seat, "here to discuss two of your students I presume, what would you like to know?"
McGonagall raised a brow at his apparent openness, but seeing how tired her old friend looked, she softened a little, "I assume Poppy has told you how they're doing?"
"Yes, just a few minutes before you arrived."
"Well then, I would like to know your thoughts in regards to the two of them. From what you've told me, you now know the second prophecy was a fake, so I can't see any reason for Miss Granger to continue that deceitful travesty of trying to alienate Mr. Potter. Nor can I see any reason for you to continue meddling in their affairs."
It seems to be happening far too often lately, Dumbledore looked twice his age as he replied, "No, neither can I as you are most certainly right on both counts…" Dumbledore let out a long breath as he continued in a near whisper, "Minerva, I have made several terrible mistakes… I am not sure if they will ever forgive me."
The look of sorrow and fatigue was plain to see as McGonagall tried to reassure him, "Once more, I think you give them far too little credit, Albus. If you want them to ever trust you again, then you must start trusting them." McGonagall leaned forward, "You are going to tell them?"
"They both already know," Dumbledore said casually as he glanced around his office, "Bellatrix told Harry the truth of the matter before making her escape. Miss Granger and I both heard her."
McGonagall studied her old friend for a moment, "There's more, isn't there?" When Dumbledore didn't answer after a minute, she pressed him, "What is it, Albus, what else happened?" When he finally turned back and looked at her, she was surprised to see him near tears, "Albus?"
Looking down, Dumbledore shook his head slowly as if he was still confused, then answered softly, "I thought, I was right. I thought, I was the only one who could understand the importance of what, I was sure was going to happen." With another slow shake of his head, he whispered, "And that Harry must survive at any cost." Dumbledore closed his eyes, "I was wrong… so terribly wrong." After a moment of silence, he opened his eyes and for the briefest time, anger flashed behind them. "I let my arrogance influence me into doing something I knew was not only wrong, but went against everything I believe in… because I, 'The Great Albus Dumbledore,' believed it was for the greater good."
McGonagall sat back stunned, 'What on earth had happened?' she wondered. Obviously, there was more to the story than she knew so far. But before she could ask, Dumbledore continued.
Returning his eyes to hers, Dumbledore said with remorse, "Minerva, I… I used a series of compulsion charms on Miss Granger." McGonagall's sharp intake of breath told him of her shock.
"Oh, Albus, how… how could you?" She said in a tone that was more of a reprimand than a question.
"I was so sure… and I needed her help… But she wouldn't cooperate." Dumbledore looked away, no longer able to look his friend in the eye. "I see now how blind I was… how obsessed." Turning back, he pleaded with his eyes, "I want to fix this." Then with a shake of his head, he corrected himself, "No, I need to fix this."
"Then tell her, tell them both," McGonagall stated plainly. Dumbledore looked conflicted, almost afraid. "Albus, you must. They deserve to hear it from you. They'll be angry no doubt, but they will find out eventually and if you ever want their trust again, then you have to tell them and soon."
"I… I am not sure…"
"Albus, have faith, that in time if you continue to be honest with them, their trust will return. But you'll have to trust them first." Realizing just how important this one bit of information was, she leaned forward and said with certainty, "They need to know this or they both will always have doubts. It will help them understand… everything."
Albus Dumbledore sat behind his desk, hands steeped together deep in thought. The normal twinkle in his eyes long gone. In a voice low and sad he said, "You are right of course…" Turning his gaze back to his old friend, he asked, "You once promised to help me, if I have not lost your trust completely as well, will you give this old fool one last chance?"
Professor McGonagall sighed, "Albus, certainly I'll help, as long as it is good for the children." McGonagall eyed him a moment and then added, "Releasing me from my oath would certainly help."
Dumbledore nodded, "I Albus Dumbledore do here by release Minerva McGonagall from any and all oaths given to me."
McGonagall raised a brow, "All of them?" She was thinking of her other oath, the one she gave to join the Order of the Phoenix.
Dumbledore gave her a sad smile, "I believe it is time I started to learn to trust my friends."
~oOoOo~
Coming down the stairs from his dorm room on his way to breakfast, Neville spotted Ginny sitting alone on the couch in front of the fire, lost in thought. He could only imagine what was running through her head. Seeing her brother and her friends attacked while she fought for her life. Then being nearly helpless after getting hit and even now still suffering slightly from the Cruciatus Curse. Grateful to be alive, but hoping the nightmares would go away soon. "Hey, Gin, all right?" He asked softly… hopefully.
Ginny, had of course, heard about the horrors of war. How monstrous the Death Eaters could be. But to actually see it for yourself. To be involved in the fighting with blood and pain, and the screaming… it changed you. It turned a scary story into a truly terrifying reality. A reality Ginny wasn't sure she could deal with yet. And knowing that Harry had seen far worse, she wondered how he managed. She'd have a talk with him once she felt ready to face it.
Slowly Ginny turned her head and her glassy eyes focused on Neville, "I don't know," she whispered.
Neville reached down and pulled her up into a gentle hug, "Give it time," he whispered back. A moment later Neville pulled back, "Why don't we go see how they're doing, then maybe we can get some breakfast." He knew that if he could get her mind off past events and on to something more normal, that she'd recover a little faster.
Ginny knew who 'they' were and had actually wanted to go see them, so quietly agreed, "Okay," she said with a small smile, grateful for Neville's kindness.
Halfway to the infirmary, they ran into Fred and George.
"Skipping breakfast today?" Called George as they approached.
"No, we'll be there in a bit, just wanted to see how Harry and Hermione were doing," answered Ginny.
"And Luna," Neville added quickly.
"Well, we'll save you a trip," started Fred.
"They are both doing okay, but are sleeping right now," added George.
"But Harry should be up around noon," Fred finished for the both of them.
Ginny who was used to the back and forth dialog of her brothers just nodded okay. Neville however, was wondering if he would need a neck rub if he stayed much longer. So after glancing back and forth a couple of times, he said, "Right, well I guess we can see them after lunch then."
Ginny nodded in agreement, "Yeah."
As the four set off to breakfast, Neville asked, "How's your leg?"
"Better thanks," both twins answered together.
Neville just shook his head, he had forgotten that George had also hurt his leg just before they had left for the Ministry.
~oOoOo~
O.W.L.s and N.E.W.T.s plus regular end of term exams may have been over but that didn't mean there wasn't still a few minor things to finish up before going home. Ginny was getting out material to finish work on a missed potions essay when Luna sat down.
"Hi, I thought you were still in the infirmary," Ginny said, surprised to see her friend so soon.
"No, Madam Pomfrey released me yesterday morning."
"Oh, I didn't see you at meals."
"Oh, well no, I never made it out, I stayed to make sure Harry got back okay."
"I heard they're both doing well."
Luna seemed to ponder Ginny's comment for a minute, "Well, they are both back and will recover from their injuries… but I'm not sure they'll be completely okay for a while yet."
Ginny turned to look at Luna with a raised eyebrow, "What do you mean?"
Luna answered with a totally unconcerned look on her face, "Oh don't worry, just a little hiccup, soon they'll be right as rain," and with that Luna began to prepare a sandwich. Then as if to prove her point that it was nothing to worry about, she pulled out the latest copy of the Quibbler, turned it upside down, and began reading it.
~oOoOo~
As Harry's mind stirred towards consciousness, the first thing he became aware of was a warmth on his left side, then someone holding his hand. Realization took hold and suddenly he was wide awake. He opened his eyes and turned his head to see Hermione resting peacefully next to him. For a fraction of a second as the last remnants of sleep left him, he was confused. Why was he lying next to Hermione in a bed? An instant later as he stared at her, it all came rushing back as he recalled the events leading up to now. The fight at the Ministry, Hermione falling… and then a miracle. Hermione was back! He watched her closely as her chest slowly rose and fell with each breath she took. Harry tuned the rest of the world out as he focused on her, he had to be sure it was real, that she was really back. She was breathing easy and she looked relaxed, plus her hand was warm and Harry realized it wouldn't be if she wasn't really alive. Harry gave her delicate hand a gentle squeeze and finally allowed himself to believe.
Hermione was alive!
"Ah, Mr. Potter, you're awake, good," came the soft quiet voice of Madam Pomfrey.
Slightly startled, Harry turned to find the caring face of Madam Pomfrey looking at him. Of course, she'd be here, he told himself, they were in her infirmary after all. Turning back to the girl by his side, he asked, "Is Hermione okay?" His first words in days.
Madam Pomfrey smiled, "Yes, Harry, Hermione is going to be just fine."
Harry relaxed a little, releasing a tension he wasn't even aware of. Without turning back to Pomfrey, he whispered, "Thank you."
"More thanks to you than to me."
Harry wiped away a tear that had fallen, there was so much more he wanted to say but for now, all he wanted, was to hold her hand and watch her sleep.
Pomfrey looked over at Emma and both shared a smile, content to also watch the young girl sleep for a moment longer. However, soon it was back to business. "Mr. Potter, how do you feel?" Pomfrey asked quietly so as not to wake Hermione.
"A little drained, but otherwise fine…I guess," Harry whispered back.
"Do you think you could manage to step away for a bit, so I might better check you over?"
Not wanting to disturb Hermione either, Harry nodded yes.
Emma nudged her husband awake, now that Harry was up maybe they could get some confirmation on their daughter's condition and maybe learn a bit more about what had happened.
Reluctantly, Harry let go of Hermione's hand for the first time in three days. It was kind of strange he thought, that both their hands were still soft and dry, not sweaty and sticky like you would expect after all that time. 'Magic,' he thought, it was also probably the reason he hadn't needed to use the loo the whole time had been asleep. As Harry started to get up off the bed, Hermione let out a tiny cry and her now empty hand twitched slightly, both things noticed by all. Harry hesitated for a moment, but when it appeared she would be okay and would continue to sleep, he went with Pomfrey to finish his exam.
A few beds away Madam Pomfrey waved her wand over Harry several times, pausing between each check to study the results. "Hum, you say you feel fine…normal?"
"Yes, ma'am. Maybe still a bit tired, like I said." Harry didn't think she looked concerned as much as confused, "Something wrong?"
"No, no…a slightly unusual read, that's all."
"And what about Hermione, how are her injuries, how is she doing now?"
Normally she wouldn't discuss a student's injuries with another student but she knew Harry and Hermione were very close, and when she saw the look of concern in his eyes, she gave in. "Well, Mr. Potter, she took a very nasty curse… I did the best I could but it was you who did most of the healing. She'll be fine, but like you, she'll feel drained, maybe a bit more so, plus she'll be a little stiff for a while. It's great news really, considering what shape she was in when you brought her in here. However, all things considered, she should make a full recovery and be back to her old self in a couple of weeks."
It was great news but Harry could tell by the hesitant look on her face that she was holding something back, "There's more, isn't there. Please… It's my fault she got hurt."
Pomfrey really didn't know exactly what was wrong, or what to say. She looked Harry in the eye and could see the guilt he felt and the concern he had for Hermione. "I don't honestly know, it may be related to her near death. I just don't know…yet."
"But you'll find out, right?"
"Of course, Mr. Potter. It may take a bit but I'm confident I'll figure out what's going on." Pomfrey really wasn't all that sure actually. However, she decided she'd check a few more things and if that didn't answer her questions, then she look for help.
After walking back to Hermione's bed, both could see the look of concern on Emma's face.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked urgently.
"We don't know, she just suddenly got restless and agitated," Dan answered for the both of them, obviously worried about the change in their daughter's condition.
Madam Pomfrey ran a quick diagnostic spell on Hermione and then another one on Harry, "Hum… Mr. Potter, get back in bed with her."
Harry only hesitated a moment when he happened a glance at Mr. Granger, then gently climbed on the bed next to her.
"No, under the covers, Mr. Potter, so she can feel you… and take her hand again," Madam Pomfrey directed.
Harry did as he was told and slowly slipping under the covers. Just as he was about to take her hand, she rolled into him, shocking everyone, especially Harry. Hermione was now lying half on her side and half on Harry. She had one leg draped over his while her head rested on his chest. Her left arm wrapped itself around him and her hand clenched onto his right arm just below the shoulder.
From this intimate position, Hermione instantly settled down. Her breathing returned to normal and her brow relaxed as the tension in her face quickly faded away. The now peacefully sleeping girl seemed to make it clear, Harry was not to leave again.
Harry however, was not nearly as calm as the girl currently wrapped around him. Oh sure, he loved the feel of Hermione in his arms, but the look Mr. Granger was sending his way at the moment was scaring the daylights out of him. Harry would be hard-pressed to answer who currently scared him more right now, Voldemort, or Dan Granger. Definitely Mr. Granger,' his easily concluded.
Madam Pomfrey stood there staring at Harry and Hermione with one eyebrow raised and a hand on her chin, obviously deep in thought. No one moved or spoke for what seemed like ages. Harry lay frozen with a sleeping Hermione draped over him while the Grangers waited patiently for an explanation. "I think I'm going to need some help with this one," came Pomfrey's final conclusion.
Without saying a single word, Harry gave her a panicked look that clearly said, 'What about me, what am I supposed to do?'
Fortunately, Pomfrey noticed both him and Mr. Granger and took pity on him, "Mr. Potter, relax, clearly you have a calming influence on her."
Dan tried to interrupt, "But…"
"No buts, Mr. Granger, if it's helping her to rest… and that's exactly what she needs the most right now, then I think it's silly to fuss about the… err, sleeping arrangements, no?" Turning her attention back to Harry she continued, "I expect you to stay with her. If you need anything, call me… Is that clear, Mr. Potter?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
Madam Pomfrey left for her office with Mr. Granger in tow.
Harry turned to look at Mrs. Granger and found her staring at him with a smile.
"It's okay, Harry, he's just acting like an overprotective father." What had impressed her just a moment ago, was how even though Harry had obviously been afraid of her husband and what he might say or do, he had put Hermione's needs first.
Between her kind words and warm smile, Harry relaxed a little, "Thanks." There was a long silence before he continued, "You know, we've never ah… I mean she and I have never…"
Emma chuckled at Harry's clumsy attempt to reassure her that her daughter's virtue was still intact, "I believe you, Harry…" Then with a more serious face, she added, "But now is not the time to discuss such things." Emma smiled again, "If you want, we can talk later, okay?"
"Yeah, okay."
"Good…now rest."
Harry had been looking straight at her trying to judge her sincerity. Satisfied that she was being honest with him, he smiled back and gently slipped his arm around Hermione's shoulder. As he looked down into a mass of curly brown hair, he said in a voice so quiet Emma almost didn't hear him, "I'd never hurt her."
Emma stood up and moved closer. She put her hand on top of Harry's, which was holding Hermione's, "I know Harry… I know." Bending down, she gave both children a kiss on the forehead. So moved by his sincerity, she had to wipe away tears as she stood back up. After a long look, Emma smiled again at the two before turning to go look for her husband.
As Emma made her way towards Madam Pomfrey's office, she couldn't help the feeling of awe and maybe even a little jealousy that swept through her emotions. Never before in her entire life had she ever seen such devotion, concern, or love from any single person for another, yet alone between two people for each other. And even more amazing was the fact that Harry and Hermione were still only fifteen years old. It was as rare as it was special.
"I still don't understand," argued Mr. Granger.
"And I don't see the problem. Do you really think something inappropriate is going to happen right here in the infirmary with several adults watching them around the clock?" countered Pomfrey.
"No, of course not, it's…" Dan Granger was a man who was not normally at a loss for words, nor was he blind. He could see how much Harry cared for his little girl and he was fully aware of how instrumental he had been in saving her. He just couldn't get over the fact that she was still too young to be this deeply involved with someone.
"I guess what I don't understand, is why she needs him by her side to heal."
"And I've told you, I'm not completely sure either… but, I will find out and let you know as soon as I do."
"I know, I… look I know you're only trying to help and I can't tell you how grateful I am. I… I just don't like seeing her so dependent on someone else."
"Ah, I see… well, I'm not positive but I suspect that once she wakes and gains a little more strength, she'll be able to continue on her own just as before. What you are seeing now is probably just an instinctual reaction."
"Instinctual?" Emma had just joined the group and was curious about what she meant by that.
"Yes, kind of like you might snuggle against your husband for warmth on a cold night even while you sleep. Hermione's magic is nearly depleted, and I believe she is reaching out for Harry's magic on a subconscious level to help rebuild hers."
Dan nodded in understanding and seemed to be satisfied with that as an answer for now. Emma however, was pretty sure there was more to it than just that.
~oOoOo~
Neville and Seamus were coming around a corner on their way to the infirmary, when they ran into Ginny and Luna, "Hey, no classwork to make up?"
"Nope, we both have the afternoon off, what about you?" Luna replied casually. She already knew the boys were off for the rest of the day but asked anyway for Ginny's sake.
"I've done, until tomorrow," Neville said as he gave Seamus a questioning glance.
Seamus nodded once, "Me too."
Since they were near the infirmary, Luna asked, "Are you guys on your way to see Harry and Hermione?"
"Yeah, you?"
"Yep," Luna answered with a smile as she looped her arm through Neville's.
As the four continued on their way to the infirmary, they talked mostly about their friends and how they might be coming along and when they might be released.
Madam Pomfrey was still busy with the Granger's when the four students entered the infirmary. Normally, she would have stopped them because of the current unusual sleeping arrangements, however, she failed to notice them as they walked by.
Just before reaching the curtains, Neville asked, "Think they're still mad at each other?"
Slipping past the curtains, Ginny came to an abrupt stop, causing Luna to bump into her from behind with Neville bumping into Luna. Had anybody be watching, they would have laughed at the strange human domino effect. Fortunately, Seamus just managed to side-step Neville, but still froze at the sight before him. All four of them stood at the foot of the bed with wide eyes and their mouths hanging half-open.
"Well, they sure don't look mad at each other to me," Ginny finally said breaking the silence with a big smile.
It was quite the sight, Harry had fallen back to sleep and was laying on his back while Hermione was laying on her side. She was actually laying halfway up on Harry. Harry's left arm was wrapped protectively around Hermione's shoulders while his right hand held Hermione's left hand as it lay on his chest. Hermione's head was resting completely upon Harry's chest, just under his chin. Both were sound asleep, their breathing matched, slow and even. While the four were getting over their initial shock of seeing Harry and Hermione in bed together, Madam Pomfrey was on her way back to check on the pair again. Neville was noticing how peaceful Harry looked, while Ginny was noticing the same about Hermione. It was Luna who pointed out the almost invisible glow that radiated from both.
Stepping behind the curtain, Madam Pomfrey startled, "Good heavens, how did you four get in here?"
"We walked of course," came Luna's no-nonsense reply.
Shaking her head, Pomfrey whispered, "Follow me." Once they were far enough away she continued. "I will need your solemn word that what I tell you, and more importantly what you have seen, will not be discussed with anyone... am I clear?"
All four heads nodded yes.
"Miss Granger's magical core was severely drained and only by being in direct contact with Mr. Potter is she able to regain her strength." Pomfrey gave all four one last hard stare. "Miss Granger has had enough controversy for one year. So you will heed my warnings… unless of course, you all want to clean bedpans till you graduate."
Neville spoke for all of them, "Don't worry, ma'am, we understand," glancing back to the curtain off area he added, "they're our friends, we won't say anything."
"Good, now off you go." Madam Pomfrey shook her head again as she watched them leave, she could only imagine the gossip if the rest of the student body found out about them sleeping in the same bed. She took one last look to make sure they were both asleep and then left for her office to catch up on some paperwork.
~oOoOo~
It was just getting dark outside as most everyone was starting to make their way to the Great Hall for dinner. While back in the infirmary, Hermione was slowly starting to wake. With her eyes still closed, Hermione gradually became aware that she was not alone. In fact, she realized that she was sleeping on someone. Without moving, she carefully opened her eyes and noticed she was using someone's chest as a pillow. The next thing that she noticed, was that the same someone was holding her hand. It only took a moment before she knew, 'Harry,' she thought with a smile.
'But how? Where am I, am I… dead?' She wondered for the umpteenth time, still a bit foggy. Soon her memories came rushing back; the flight in the atrium, Bellatrix, Dolohov… oh God, I'm hit… the pain, falling… Harry screaming… someone catching me… Harry holding me and crying. Hermione closed her eyes as her heart raced. 'Calm down,' she told herself, 'I must be in the infirmary,' she reasoned as she started to remember her reunion with Harry.
As Hermione lay there, she continued going over what had happened. 'I was somewhere else, alone, then Harry found me… saved me… oh dear God, I was almost dead.' Slowly, she opened her eyes again and looked around best she could without moving. 'Yep, we're in the school infirmary… so I guess we both made it,'she thought, but she wanted to be sure. She needed to see his face, so she started to lift her head so she could look up at him. But feeling her move, Harry instinctively wrapped his arm a little tighter around her. Hermione stopped moving, even in his sleep, he's trying to protect me,' the thought made her smile. Hermione didn't know how he had managed to end up in bed with to her, but for now she didn't care. Content, knowing Harry was with her and safe, she settled down and drifted back off to sleep, completely unaware of her smiling mother sitting at the foot of her bed.
~oOoOo~
During the night, Hermione had rolled over on her other side and Harry had followed, spooning right up behind her. With his right arm draped over her waist holding her gently, Harry was sound asleep with his head buried under a mass of curly brown hair. A bright new day was just starting and with the morning sun already well above the horizon, the light was beginning to stream in through the windows. It didn't take long to rudely wake both of the sleeping teens. Harry groaned softly as he tried to open his eyes. Hearing this, Hermione also tried, then moaned something about the lack of curtains.
Content, but still half-asleep, Harry smiled to himself and gave Hermione a little squeeze, "Hey."
Just as sleepy, Hermione replied, "Hey."
Then with near-perfect timing, they both opened their eyes together.
"Wow… we have…" Harry started.
"Quite an audience," Hermione finished for him. Hermione blushed, thinking how this probably looked to everyone else. She didn't know how Harry ended up in her bed, or why, but figured since they were in the infirmary, Pomfrey must have wanted it for some reason. She'd ask her about it later when there were fewer people around… like in particular, her parents.
There in front of them beside their bed sat her mother and Professor McGonagall. Standing behind them were her father, Sirius, Professor Dumbledore, and Madam Pomfrey. Everyone except her father was wearing an amused smile. After all he'd explain later, he'd had a reputation as a father to uphold.
"Good morning," Dumbledore started, "we were beginning to wonder if you were going to sleep till noon," his eyes full of merriment as he finished, but when no one said anything, he fell silent.
For a moment longer no one spoke, then all of a sudden it seemed as if everyone was talking at the same time.
Harry noticed Mr. Granger was still not smiling, while at the same time Sirius was grinning like a loon, then it hit him, 'Well da,' he thought and slowly started to pull away from Hermione. She tensed for a second before Harry gave her hand a quick squeeze to let her know it was okay and that he wasn't leaving. He scooted over a little and then slid up so he could lean back against the headboard.
Emma had gotten up, and now had Hermione wrapped in a tight hug, "Oh, honey, I was so worried I…" her voice caught, "I thought we were going to lose you… Oh thank God."
Harry sat there watching them hold each other while they cried and suddenly he felt like he was intruding. Looking around, Harry thought maybe he should try and get up.
Then, as if she could read his thoughts, Emma grabbed him, "You're not thinking of leaving are you?" She had tears in her eyes but the biggest smile on her face he had ever seen. "You did good Harry… you did real good," and with that said, she pulled him into a hug that would have rivaled one of Hermione's, allowing Harry to relax a little.
Madam Pomfrey came over next and ran a few diagnostic spells on both him and Hermione. "Well, Mr. Potter it appears you have recovered enough to get up, but I want you to take it easy for the time being. Also, it appears Miss Granger has regained enough of her magic, that you leaving shouldn't be a problem anymore. However, I want you to take a shower and get dressed here in the infirmary, just in case she does react to you leaving again, and I want you to come back after dinner for one more check."
"Yes ma'am," Harry said, and then glancing around he noticed everyone was looking at him. It only took a second for him to realize they were all waiting to see what he would do next. Obviously, he couldn't stay in bed with Hermione, although that's exactly what he wanted to do.
"Well… I'll just go and get a shower then."
Sirius couldn't stand it any longer and started chuckling. When Harry glare at him, he lost it completely and roared with laughter.
Doing her best to ignore Sirius, Hermione looked up at Harry with a shy smile as he slowly started to get out of bed. Wanting to sit up, she tried to raise up and immediately her face turned white from the exertion. "Whoa, guess I'd better stay down," she said, as she sank back down.
"Hermione, are you okay?" Harry asked, clearly worried.
"Yeah, I think so. Just give me a minute." Hermione appreciated the look of concern on his face, even though she was already starting to feel better.
"You, Miss Granger, need to stay in bed, and in case you hadn't noticed, you need to keep lying down." Madam Pomfrey was all business.
"I noticed," Hermione's replied a little shaken, "but when do you think I'll be able to get up?"
"Oh maybe after lunch, or probably more likely after dinner… tomorrow."
Hermione had started to smile until she heard the tomorrow part. "I think now I know how you felt all those times," she said while looking at Harry. Then turning back to Pomfrey, asked, "What about my classes?"
Madam Pomfrey shook her head smiling, then while walking away said, "I'm sure you'll figure something out."
Emma had a big smile on her face, it was so like her daughter to be worried about school even while lying in a hospital bed.
"Perhaps Harry can check on that for you," Dumbledore suggested.
Harry still angry with the headmaster, simply took Hermione's hand and said with a soft smile, "Don't worry, I'll see to it."
"Thanks, Harry."
Harry knew by the look in her eyes, that she was thanking him for more than just getting her assignments. He gave her a quick nod as he squeezed her hand, then turned and headed for the shower.
Dumbledore sighed as he watched Harry walk away, he had wanted to talk to him, but knew now was not the time. He had decided to come 'clean' as the Muggles would say, he was going to tell him everything. Hopefully, he could start to rebuild his trust, 'No, actually, his friendship,' he reconsidered, that was far more important.
As Hermione also watched him walk away, a thought occurred to her. Turning to McGonagall, she asked, "Professor, if you get the chance, can you ask Neville, Luna, and Seamus to come by…" after a quick glance to Pomfrey, she added, "just for a second, I need to tell them something."
~oOoOo~
Though still a little weak, after a long hot shower Harry was feeling pretty good, all things considered. His mind was still on Hermione but his body at least felt more relaxed than it had for the last few days. Harry dressed quickly and returned to Hermione's bedside. There was so much he wanted to talk to her about and he was quite sure she felt the same way, but with so many people still around, he knew they'd have to wait.
Pomfrey checked them over one last time and was finally confident that Hermione would be okay without Harry close by. So, after saying his goodbyes and promising to return soon, Harry decided to try and get some Hermione's summer assignments before heading to lunch.
Later, as Harry walked into the Great Hall he could practically feel every eye on him, 'Should have known, word travels fast around here,' he thought.
"Harry, over here." Neville called. He, along with his girlfriend and Seamus had just come back from their short visit with Hermione. She had wanted then all to know, that they no longer had to keep their promise to her. They could talk to Harry freely now as there were no longer any secrets. Hermione had also promised that once she was feeling a bit stronger, she'd explain everything and tell them why she couldn't before.
Harry made his way over to Neville, Seamus, and Luna with a raised brow. Sitting down, Harry quickly looked them over before asking, "Hey, how you guys doing? Feeling any better?"
They were touched with his obvious concern. "We're fine, Harry, but thank you for asking Luna said with a smile.
"Harry, about before…" Neville started, glad he could finally talk to Harry about last term.
"He means, the last couple of months," Seamus added.
"We wanted to tell you," Neville continued while gesturing to Luna and Seamus, "about things… or at least about what little we knew."
"Especially about me and, ah… Hermione," Seamus butted in again a little more nervously.
Harry smirked, "You mean the whole faking I sleep with her thing." As the three stared back at him gobsmacked, Harry added knowingly, "I figured that out a while ago."
Seamus shook his head, "Why didn't you say anything?"
"Why didn't you?" Harry returned, "Plus… I guess it made me feel a little better seeing you squirm." Seamus just shook his head again while Luna smiled at his antics.
"That's the thing, Harry, we couldn't," Neville began again, "we all had to promise her not to breathe a word about it." At Harry's raised brow, Neville explained, "McGonagall took us to see Hermione only a little while ago. She wanted to tell us that it was all over. No more secretes."
"So what happened then," Harry asked, wanting to hear what they had to say.
"A little while after she broke up with you, she came to us, told us she needed our help. Hermione said you weren't giving up, so she needed to do something more drastic in order to get you to forget about her."
"And you knew why… and you were okay with that?"
"No, Harry," Luna jumped in, "we didn't and we certainly weren't okay with it. All she would say was, that it was a matter of life or death."
"Said that if anyone knew and they slipped up, that you'd probably find out and it would all be for not," Neville added. "She knew it was a lot to ask but she begged us to trust her."
Seamus nodded, "You don't know how hard it was, Harry, keeping you in the dark like that."
Harry glared back, "Oh, I think I have a pretty good idea about how hard it was." After Seamus flinched, he turned back to Neville and asked roughly, "What else?"
"That's mostly it, Harry. I mean we knew something was terribly wrong but she made us stay out of it, said she'd already asked too much of us already. And well, by then it was fairly obvious you knew about as much as we did."
Around the table, the three friends sat and watched as Harry stared down at his hands lost in thought. After a few long moments, Luna asked, "Harry, are you horribly mad at us?
Harry nodded, "Yeah, for a while there I was. A few times I was furious… and then, just when I was about to go and hex someone, something would happen that seemed so out of place it made me stop and wonder, what the hell. It's hard to be mad at someone, when you're not sure it's the right person to mad at. I guess what really upset me was not knowing what was really going on." Harry paused to gather his thoughts again and then finally sighed, "Look, you were trying to help Hermione, right? You were doing what you thought was best, at least at the time, right?" Harry stared back at three serious faces as they nodding back at him for a second then smiled, "I don't think any of you set out to hurt anybody, so let's just put it aside for now. Later after Hermione is feeling better, we'll all get together and clear the air, yeah?"
Liking that idea, Seamus smiled and reached over the table, "Thanks, Harry. And thanks for not putting me in the infirmary," he added jokingly.
Laughing, Harry shook his hand, "It was close…"
Neville chuckled and put his arm around Luna, "So, are you and Hermione back together?" Luna smiled as she remembered them in bed together but didn't say anything.
Harry raised a brow, "Well, not officially. I mean we haven't had a chance to really talk yet. But, if not, I hope so soon."
Luna could easily see his emotions play across his face. "It's okay, Harry, she's back and everything will be right again soon, I'm sure of it."
Harry nodded with a weak smile, "For a while there I was… I," Harry had to stop because he was getting choked up. It wasn't until now, that he was relaxed enough to let things catch up with him, that Harry was realizing again just how close he had come to losing Hermione. When he had sat down he had been curious, now he was lost in thought with a troubled look on his face.
Both Neville and Luna could see him slowly change. His face showed all his emotions as they went from happy, to fear, and finally to guilt. "Hey mate, you okay?" Neville asked softly.
Harry looked up realizing he had never finished his statement and found Neville looking concerned, "Oh, ah yeah, yeah I'm okay," Harry stopped and seemed to get lost in thought again, "I almost got her killed… Hell, I almost got everyone killed," as his voice lowered, he finished, "I acted like a fool, a stupid…"
Luna cut him off angrily, "Stop it, Harry! Then in a much more gentle voice continued, "She went because she wanted to. It was her choice, just like it was our choice. We all knew the risks. You didn't ask us to go. As a matter of fact, as I recall you didn't want us there, even after we showed up. We, not you, but all of us, we were the ones who insisted on staying." She took Harry's hand and as he looked up again there were tears in his eyes. "Harry, you had to go. You did your best… no one blames you."
"She's right, Harry, had it been anybody else leading… I fairly sure some of us wouldn't have made it back." Neville added sincerely.
Harry stared back at Luna and Neville, he could see they meant every word. "I don't know how I managed to get such great friends," Harry said, finally starting to feel a little better.
"Well, you start with being one yourself," Neville said a genuine smile.
Harry looked back at Neville and studied him for a second before nodding with a grin, "Thanks, I see sitting with all those Ravenclaws is wearing off on you."
"Only one, Harry," Neville replied as he grabbed Luna's hand.
Now it was Luna's turn to smile, "And I think a little Gryffindor is rubbing off on me."
Harry chuckled as he considered Luna possible innuendo, but decided to leave it alone. As he sat there regarding his two friends he couldn't help but comment, "You guys are good together."
Neville nodded a little while Luna beamed, together they both answered, "Thanks."
Harry glanced down the table and saw Ginny and couldn't help but notice that the twins were sitting close by. While he was watching, Ginny turned and caught him staring. With a nudge, Ginny got the twins to turn also and a moment later, they all flashed him a smile.
Harry nodded once and smiled back before returning his attention back to Neville and Luna and then Seamus. "Well, I still have a few Professors to check with, so I'll see you three at dinner?" He asked.
Luna answered with a beaming smile, "Of course, we'll be there."
~oOoOo~
Hermione had spent the rest of the morning after Harry had left taking it easy and just talking to her parents. It was almost lunchtime when Dobby popped in with some sandwiches for Dan and Emma, and soup for Hermione, "Thank you, Dobby, you shouldn't have."
Dobby is happy to take care of Miss Grangey and her parents. Miss Grangey is a great witch like her Harry. Dobby is honored to be their friend and to help." Dobby had said it all with a touch of pride in his voice before popping away.
"Her Harry," Emma said, unable to keep the smile off her face.
Hermione blushed a little, "That's just the way he is, Mum."
Both Hermione and her mother shared a short laugh, neither noticing Dan didn't seem to find it funny.
After a while, Hermione told her parents she was feeling tired and was going to take a nap. She suggested they get out and look around a little and maybe have dinner in the Great Hall for a change. After some quick arrangements for someone to escort them around, the elder Grangers left the infirmary for the first time since they had arrived.
~oOoOo~
Harry had finally gotten all their assignments and had just enough time to grab a bit to eat before heading back to see Hermione. Arriving in the infirmary and finding her asleep, he quietly sat down next to her bed and waited. She was sleeping so peacefully he didn't want to wake her, even though he had a million things he wanted to tell her and even more he wanted to ask. But for now, Harry just sat there, content to just watch her. She looked so serene and tranquil… but before long, he started remembering all the events that led to her being here. She was here because of him, it was all his fault. Only by some miracle had she survived and he realized how incredibly lucky he was to have her back. Harry closed his eyes as a cold wave of reality washed over him with thoughts of just how terrible his life would be without her in it. He accepted, that it had been her idea to follow him. However, he knew one of the main reasons for doing so, was because she trusted him. That she trusted him to make good decisions as their leader, not to act so foolishly.
"I'm so sorry, Hermione," he found himself saying out loud.
Even though it had been a mere whisper, Hermione had heard it and opened her eyes. There, sitting right in front of her, was 'her Harry,' he was looking down and from the way his breathing hitched, she knew he was silently crying. Hermione reached out and put her small hand on his head, "Harry," she whispered.
Harry looked up at her and her hand slid to the side of his face. He reached up and took her's in his and after a soft kiss on the back of her hand said, "Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you."
"No, it's okay, I'm glad you did." Hermione smiled and with her thumb rubbed away a tear that was trying to make its way down his face. "It's okay, Harry, I'm fine."
"It's not okay! My God, Hermione, because of me you almost…"
"But I didn't," she interrupted.
"Still because of my stubborn foolishness you ended up here. I should have done the right thing and left with you from the start."
"Harry… we both did what we felt was right at the time."
Harry felt she probably meant that in more than one way, but right now he was thinking of his own actions and wasn't going to let it go that easy, he needed her to understand how he felt, "Hermione I…"
She put up her hand, "Harry, I know we have a lot to talk about, but how about we talk about it later, right now I just want to enjoy you being here… okay?"
Harry hadn't meant to get her upset, he just felt so responsible, "Okay, later when you feel up to it. I just don't want to make a mistake like that again. I… I can't stand the thought of hurting you… or losing you."
"You won't, Harry… you won't."
Harry looked into her eyes and they stared at each other for a long moment, each seeing the love one had for the other. The same love that had been there before… More recently it might have been harder to see, but Harry was sure it had always been there.
Hermione knew Harry felt responsible and she wanted to remind him, that it was because of her that he had to make all those tough decisions by himself in the first place. If anyone was responsible, it was her. However, all that would require some time to work out, so for now it would have to wait.
Harry finally smiled, for the time being, he was at peace with what had happened. "Well, you must be hungry, can I get you something?"
Hermione relaxed a little after seeing that Harry was going to be okay for now and was trying to change the subject. "Yeah I am kind of hungry, but what I would really like is a shower so I could wash my hair."
Harry nodded in understanding as he thought about that. A moment later he smirked and since Winky was still taking care of the Granger's home, he called for his smallest friend, "Dobby."
"You called Dobby, Harry Potter sir?" Dobby said while bouncing from one foot to the other.
"Hello, Dobby, do you think you could bring Hermione some dinner please?"
"Of course, most certainly, Sir," and a second later he was gone.
Harry laughed a little before turning back to Hermione with a mysterious grin, "Don't go anywhere, I'll be right back." As his grin grew into a full-blown smirk, he got up to talk with Madam Palfrey.
"Harry?" Hermione asked warily. She knew that look, 'Well, I hope he's not thinking of giving me a sponge bath,' she thought with a blush.
About ten minutes later just as Hermione was finishing her meal Harry returned, "You done yet?"
"Almost, why?"
"It's a surprise"
"Harry… what are you up to?"
Harry just smiled and waited for her to finish.
"Okay, fine, I'm done… now, what are you planning?"
"I told you, it's a surprise," Harry laughed, "now close your eyes."
"What? Why?"
"Hermione… close… your… eyes… you do still trust me, don't you?"
"You know I do," she huffed, then after a slight glare at Harry, she closed her eyes.
Hermione could hear Harry moving something behind her and then it sounded like he was putting some items on a table or tray. Next, she felt him put his hands under her shoulders, "Okay, now keep your eyes closed and just lean back." Hermione hesitated for a second, then remembering she was with Harry, she relaxed and slowly leaned back. A moment later she felt Harry's hands in her hair and then the unmistakable feeling of warm water. 'Merlin, he's washing my hair!' that thought and the fact that it was Harry brought a huge smile to her face.
"Oh, well it looks like you approve," Harry said with a big grin on his own face.
"Definitely… hey, is that my shampoo?" She asked
"Yep, had to… I love the way it makes your hair smell."
Hermione was in heaven, Harry was taking his time and gently washing her hair as if she was a queen. "Harry, how did you get my shampoo?"
"Parvati, now relax."
Hermione was definitely relaxed and as she lay there, all she could think of was that this was probably one of the sweetest things anyone had ever done for her.
After the Grangers had finished their dinner, they spent a little time talking to several of Hermione's teachers, of course, each had nothing but good things to say. They were slowly making their way back to the infirmary when Emma voiced her thoughts. "It's easy to see how she would fall in love with this place," she said after a little sigh.
"And it looks like you are starting to fall in love with it also," came Dan's reply, followed by a soft laugh.
"Yes, I suppose I am. Well, with the castle and all the magic, it's kind of hard…" she never finished her sentence as the both of them came to a sudden stop. They stood frozen in their tracks just inside the door to the infirmary at the sight before them. Hermione had not let anyone touch her hair, let alone wash it since she was eight years old. Now, there she was, lying in her bed with her head hanging off the end over a deep basin with a huge smile on her face while Harry gently rinsed the shampoo out of her hair.
The smile on Dan's face fell, while the one on Emma's grew. She held her husband back for a moment as she watched in fascination. As Harry carefully finished the rinse and started to dry her daughter's hair, Emma actually giggled. It was just so sweet and romantic, it brought back the little girl in her. She was so excited and happy for Hermione she once again failed to notice her husband's look of concern.