This is sadly my best H/Hr moment I've ever written (just throughout you'll see).
Enjoy!
~Sarah


Chapter 5
Harry’s Surprise

Hermione yawned and sat up in her bed. Wiping the sweat from her forehead away, she thought of the nightmares that haunted her for the past few nights. They were reoccurring, sometimes a twist made them a bit different. She shuddered when she recalled the part of her recent nightmare when she walked in on Harry and Jaimie snogging on the common room couch.

As she stretched, the door to her dormitory opened slowly. Ginny poked her head inside.

“Yeah?” Hermione yawned.

Ginny sighed and said, “Harry said he wants you up to see something.”

“What...?” Hermione asked slowly.

“Harry... said... he... wants... you...”

“I meant what does he want to show me,” Hermione snapped as she swung her legs over the edge of the bed.

“Not like I’d know, I’m just relaying the message,” Ginny responded. There was yelling, and Ginny’s head disappeared and she hollered, “I KNOW!” There was more distant yelling, and Ginny’s response was, “I’M ALREADY ON IT!”

Hermione walked up to the door and opened it slightly. She then heard Harry’s loud response of, “WELL HURRY UP THEN!”

Ginny looked over her shoulder and saw the open door and Hermione standing there. She turned back around and yelled, “SHE’S ALREADY UP! NOW LAY OFF AND WAIT A FEW MINUTES!”

Harry was silent. Ginny rolled her eyes and turned around, saying, “I don’t know how you put up with it...”

She walked away, leaving Hermione perplexed and alone. Turning around, Hermione shut the door and changed slowly. By the time she stepped out of the door, she heard Harry yelling.

“I’ll be down in a moment, love!” Hermione responded in a louder voice as she started to descend the stairs.

“It’s been...” Harry stopped talking when he saw Hermione round the been.

“I told you I’d be a moment,” she said with a smirk. She heard voices distantly behind her on the staircase, and recognized one of them as Jaimie’s. “So what’d you want to show me at this hour? The sun isn’t even up yet.”

Harry drew Hermione closer and kissed her softly. When the echoing footsteps reverberated down the stairwell and into the common room, Harry pulled away and said, “Come along.”

Taking his hand, Hermione followed Harry closely behind him. They left the common room and down a hallway. They stopped in front of a banner that hung in front of the wall. Hermione looked at it curiously, but was slightly surprised when it drew away to reveal a small opening. Harry crouched down and walked through the small hole, Hermione having to duck down to get through as well. When Hermione stood up, she saw nothing.

“Harry...?”

“I’m right here,” he responded softly. She felt his hand take hers, and he led her down a hall.

“There’s a step here,” Harry told her. He went up, and Hermione followed closely, climbing the steps. As they went higher, light started to become brighter in the cold, empty stairwell. Hermione’s sight became clearer as she became quickly accustomed to the light, and stepped onto the ground. She let go out Harry and looked around and saw the entire Hogwarts grounds, and before her was the rising sun. She gasped at the amazing sight.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Harry commented from behind Hermione. She merely nodded in response.

“When... when did you find this place?” Hermione asked, looking down into the open fields of scattered trees.

“I really don’t remember when... I saw it in a dream and recognized the area, so I went scavenging. I found it after a few days.”

“Last year?”

“I don’t remember,” Harry repeated. “The days seem to mesh together so much nowadays, I can’t place when I really came here for the first time.”

“So you kept this place secret then?” Hermione asked curiously. She felt Harry’s arms wrap around her stomach and pull her closer. She leaned against him comfortably as the sun crept higher, breaking through the pink clouds of daybreak.

“I was waiting for the right time... I never wanted anyone to know of this place other than me, but I thought only you should see it.”

“So you’re saying this is more of a place you brought me to for an apology.”

“For what?”

“Well it’s not like I’ve seen you much since that DADA class.”

“We’ve seen each other.”

“Yeah, but you’ve been with Jaimie more.”

“That’s a lie.”

“Ask Ginny, she’d know as well...”

“She’s jealous, don’t listen to her,” Harry cut in firmly.

Hermione pulled out of Harry’s hold and spun around to face him. “She’s a friend, why should I not listen to her?”

“She’s plotting!”

“Plotting? What the hell... Merlin, we were right...”

“‘We’?” he asked venomously.

“Me and Gin. Honestly, I’m getting sick of this all, and now you don’t even care...”

Harry glared, his emerald green eyes shining in anger as he said, “You’re ungrateful, that’s why you see it that way.”

Hermione gapped. “Excuse me, but I at least have the integrity to tell you if I’m hanging around some other bloke that isn’t Ronald.”

“Don’t bring Ron into this,” Harry snapped.

“You know what? Forget it!” Hermione exclaimed. She pushed Harry out of her way and ran down the stairs and through the hallway.

“HERMIONE!” Harry hollered down the hall from the landing. Hermione wiped away a stray tear and flung the banner out of her way. She ran down the corridor and to the Fat Lady.

“Something wrong, dearie?” the Fat Lady asked.

“I’m fine... now... uh...” Hermione blanked. What was the password? “Fi...” The portrait hole opened. Hermione blinked, and Ron stood before her.

“G’mornin...” he mumbled, rubbing his sleepy blue eyes. He looked at Hermione and a worried expression overtook his tiredness. “You ok? Where’s Harry?”

“I don’t care wherever the hell Harry is anymore,” Hermione snapped. She walked around Ron and through the portrait hole.

“So you won’t care that I say he’s coming this way with an enraged expression?” Ron asked as he peered down the hall.

“Don’t tell him I’m here,” Hermione said as she ran through the common room and up the stairs.

Ron was perplexed - was there another fight?

“Where’s Hermione?” Harry snarled. Ron nearly jumped into the portrait of the Fat Lady, who had closed behind Hermione upon her entrance. Ron, thinking about whether he should lie to his best mate or help Hermione, shrugged after a moment.

“I dunno, probably still in bed or something...”

“I was gone with her well over fifteen minutes ago! You were awake!”

“I was...?” Ron asked, scratching his head.

Harry sighed irritably and said, “You’re hopeless.” He looked at the Fat Lady and said, “Did Hermione come through here?”

The Fat Lady disappeared further into her picture and came back with a wine glass.

“Fat Lady, did Hermione come through here?”

The Fat Lady held the glass next to her and started to sing. Ron ran away, covering his ears, knowing what was coming, and headed the Great Hall.

“Fire whiskey,” Harry said once the Fat Lady took a momentary break.

“Hold on.” The Fat Lady brought her screeching singing voice higher.

“Fire whiskey!” Harry yelled angrily.

“Alright,” the Fat Lady snapped back as she opened the door.

Harry stormed through and looked around the common room. He looked at the stairs that led to the girls’ dormitories and saw Ginny coming down.

“Gin...”

“Hello,” she said in a hard tone. Harry was taken aback slightly.

“Where’s Hermione?”

“I’m not telling you where, you fat jerk,” Ginny snapped. She shook her head slowly and said, “You sicken me.” She then pushed Harry out of her way and left the Tower.