Chapter 15
A Quiet Walk
After dinner, Hermione sighed as she looked across the table into Harry's eyes. "I know you said we're not supposed to go out, but I was thinking. A walk couldn't hurt us, could it?"
"I don't," Harry started looking into her eyes, seeing the pleading there. "think would be a problem." Hermione looked overjoyed.
"Thank you Harry," she got up as Harry approached her, having walked around the table. He offered her his arm as they took steps towards the door of the house; Harry double checked that he had his key to the house.
Harry checked the street to make sure no one was watching, then proceeded to lead a smiling Hermione out to the path. They turned to the left and Harry noticed that he was on the inside of the road; Without missing a step Harry slipped across to Hermione's side wrapping his arms around her and taking his position closer to the road.
"Harry," Hermione sighed looking at him, "why did it take us this long?"
"This long?" Harry coughed, "I think by most standards we've been rushing."
Hermione laughed, "only fools rush in. I think this has been building for a while."
Harry thought about it, and she was right. "You're always right, aren't you?" He sighed as he gave her waist a quick squeeze.
"I'm not always right," Hermione sighed as she pointed to a bench in the park they were approaching. "I just think about things too much."
"I just hope you don't think too much of me," Harry sighed.
"Think too much of you?" Hermione stopped and turned toward him, "I think the world of you. I've never met anyone like you, I can't even get out how you are. I know you're just going to say no or something, but you're too humble."
"What are you talking about, I'm just a guy with a dark." Harry sighed trying to look away.
Hermione used her hand to force his eyes to look into hers, "You're a wonderful guy. All that other stuff," she paused. "Like Voldemort, that's all nothing compared to what I see in these eyes." She stood on her toes so she could kiss his eye lids.
"I am not wonderful," Harry opened his eyes, "how can you say that? You're the wonderful one, look at you: you're bright, caring, and beautiful."
"Come off it Potter," Hermione smiled. "I'm not beautiful, and how if that makes me wonderful are you not wonderful?"
"I'm not smart, nor am I the best wizard in the world." Harry sighed, thinking about how that could be his downfall.
"You are one of the best wizards, even Dumbledore thinks so." Harry couldn't take it anymore; Hermione didn't know what he had to do.
"There's something I have to tell you," Harry choked. "The prophecy, it said." Harry's eyes were starting to water, "It said that I would have to kill him, or be killed by him."
"Oh my," escaped Hermione's lips. She cautiously looked into his eyes, they weren't sparkling like they did a second ago instead they had a shallow feeling about them. "You can do it."
"How am I, Harry Potter, supposed to defeat one of the most powerful Dark Lords of all time?" Harry almost laughed at her jest.
"We'll help you," Hermione searched his eyes. "Ron and I. Dumbledore, Lupin, McGonnagall, and even Snape."
"You'll be in danger," Harry responded, "I don't want that."
"It's too late to be worrying about me getting hurt." Hermione sighed, "I've always been there and I always will. As your friend, or your. lover I will always be here to love you and support you." She let it flow out not concerned with the words she was saying.
"I." Harry's eyes gave a spark, he searched her eyes for something he didn't know how to find, "I love you."
"I love you too, Harry Potter." Hermione kissed his lips in one of the sweetest and most tender kisses either had ever even dreamt of. After they kissed Hermione gave an involuntary shiver.
"Cold?" Harry pulled his cloak from around himself and wrapped it around her shoulders. "We should head back soon," he sighed.
"Just one more moment," Hermione leaned into him, and he kissed the top of her head.
After dinner, Hermione sighed as she looked across the table into Harry's eyes. "I know you said we're not supposed to go out, but I was thinking. A walk couldn't hurt us, could it?"
"I don't," Harry started looking into her eyes, seeing the pleading there. "think would be a problem." Hermione looked overjoyed.
"Thank you Harry," she got up as Harry approached her, having walked around the table. He offered her his arm as they took steps towards the door of the house; Harry double checked that he had his key to the house.
Harry checked the street to make sure no one was watching, then proceeded to lead a smiling Hermione out to the path. They turned to the left and Harry noticed that he was on the inside of the road; Without missing a step Harry slipped across to Hermione's side wrapping his arms around her and taking his position closer to the road.
"Harry," Hermione sighed looking at him, "why did it take us this long?"
"This long?" Harry coughed, "I think by most standards we've been rushing."
Hermione laughed, "only fools rush in. I think this has been building for a while."
Harry thought about it, and she was right. "You're always right, aren't you?" He sighed as he gave her waist a quick squeeze.
"I'm not always right," Hermione sighed as she pointed to a bench in the park they were approaching. "I just think about things too much."
"I just hope you don't think too much of me," Harry sighed.
"Think too much of you?" Hermione stopped and turned toward him, "I think the world of you. I've never met anyone like you, I can't even get out how you are. I know you're just going to say no or something, but you're too humble."
"What are you talking about, I'm just a guy with a dark." Harry sighed trying to look away.
Hermione used her hand to force his eyes to look into hers, "You're a wonderful guy. All that other stuff," she paused. "Like Voldemort, that's all nothing compared to what I see in these eyes." She stood on her toes so she could kiss his eye lids.
"I am not wonderful," Harry opened his eyes, "how can you say that? You're the wonderful one, look at you: you're bright, caring, and beautiful."
"Come off it Potter," Hermione smiled. "I'm not beautiful, and how if that makes me wonderful are you not wonderful?"
"I'm not smart, nor am I the best wizard in the world." Harry sighed, thinking about how that could be his downfall.
"You are one of the best wizards, even Dumbledore thinks so." Harry couldn't take it anymore; Hermione didn't know what he had to do.
"There's something I have to tell you," Harry choked. "The prophecy, it said." Harry's eyes were starting to water, "It said that I would have to kill him, or be killed by him."
"Oh my," escaped Hermione's lips. She cautiously looked into his eyes, they weren't sparkling like they did a second ago instead they had a shallow feeling about them. "You can do it."
"How am I, Harry Potter, supposed to defeat one of the most powerful Dark Lords of all time?" Harry almost laughed at her jest.
"We'll help you," Hermione searched his eyes. "Ron and I. Dumbledore, Lupin, McGonnagall, and even Snape."
"You'll be in danger," Harry responded, "I don't want that."
"It's too late to be worrying about me getting hurt." Hermione sighed, "I've always been there and I always will. As your friend, or your. lover I will always be here to love you and support you." She let it flow out not concerned with the words she was saying.
"I." Harry's eyes gave a spark, he searched her eyes for something he didn't know how to find, "I love you."
"I love you too, Harry Potter." Hermione kissed his lips in one of the sweetest and most tender kisses either had ever even dreamt of. After they kissed Hermione gave an involuntary shiver.
"Cold?" Harry pulled his cloak from around himself and wrapped it around her shoulders. "We should head back soon," he sighed.
"Just one more moment," Hermione leaned into him, and he kissed the top of her head.