Trio Maxwell-Chang (trio) wrote in fictionaltrio, @ 2007-08-11 23:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | harry potter, harry potter series, hermione granger |
[Harry Potter] Wishes
Title: Wishes
Author: Trio Maxwell-Chang
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing or POV: Harry + Hermione
Special Note: In sharing some old fics, I found the need to write Hermione again. Thanks to catiyanita, I ended up with this.
It happened when they were tucked into a small room in a side corridor, waiting for Snape to make his rounds so that they could get back to Gryffindor Tower without being seen. At seventeen, Hermione was too old for these adventures, but somehow, Harry and Ron always reeled her in, convincing her to join them on yet another. Tonight was no different. Harry had grabbed her after dinner, whispering about the special belated-birthday party he wanted to give Ron and dragging her along to Hogsmeade for butterbeers and gifts. She'd buckled, going with him because she adored Ron as much as Harry did, and because the idea had merit, if not intelligence, behind it.
So here they were, stuck in a small room off of a side corridor, a bag of goodies on Harry's back and the darkness curled around them like a protective quilt. And he said it, voice whispering into her ear from where he stood just in front of her. He still wore the Invisibility cloak, the fabric wrapped around them both and keeping them close. "Do you ever wish things were different?"
She froze, eyes wide and staring into the blind darkness. She could feel his breath against her skin, but she couldn't see him. His heat seeped through her clothes and she still couldn't see him, but he'd managed to shock her. Her heart beat faster, the rapid pace echoing in her ears until she wondered if he could hear it. Because the truth was, however unkempt his hair was, however lanky his body, he was handsome, and in the past year, she'd begun to notice that.
"Ever wish you dared to do something about it?" He was closer now - she could feel the slight sway toward her, and she froze, terrified to stay, terrified to move. What if he felt her? What if an arm slid around her waist, drawing her body until it was flush with his as he shared a kiss with her? Not her first, of course, but something told her that with Harry, it would still feel like a First. Her eyes fluttered shut, breath catching as she waited for the touch that would change everything between them.
When it came, she still wasn't prepared for it. She hadn't psyched herself up for the sudden grab of her wrist, or the way he dragged her out of the room and darted toward Gryffindor Tower, just passing Snape in a breathless run that the Potionsmaster didn't even notice. She wasn't ready for the way they skidded to a stop in front of the Fat Lady and said the password, or the way the door swung open and Harry turned to grin at her, tugging off the cloak and tossing it to her as he hefted the bag. "Come on, then," he demanded, slipping into the tower to go rouse Ron.
She followed more sedately, setting the cloak over the back of a chair and moving to sit and stare at the fire, trying not to feel hurt. When the room was empty, she said softly, "Yes, Harry. Sometimes, I wish that, too."
~Fin~
Word Count: 523