Harry Potter and the Green Flame Torch

"See? You're a natural, Harry! Whoops - " She ducked to avoid Professor McGonagall waltzing with Professor Dumbledore.
" - I knew you had it in you! You're a wonderful dancer!"
"Thanks, Hermione," He grinned, swooped, and picked her up.
"Whoa....!"
The song was rowdy, even raucous, but the chorus had a sweet, calming tone. It seemed unlikely at first that these two elements would combine to prove success, but Harry was proved wrong. The chorus started up again, and Hermione placed her hands on his shoulder, smiling at him.
If someone had told him that holding her felt very nice, he would have scoffed. Now, he felt guilty that he even was thinking that, as it was very pleasurable holding her like that.
He listened to the soothing chorus.
Fate fell short this time
Your smile fades in the summer...
Hermione rested her head on Harry's shoulder. Several people noticed. Dean and Seamus whooped loudly. Harry ignored them, but a small feeling akin to an electric shock buzzed through him as Hermione shifted her head.
Place your hand in mine
I'll leave when I wanna...
Harry held Hermione loosely, odd feelings warring in his gut.
**
An hour later, they sat back down, and wearily ordered cold Butterbeers.
"It's hot in here." Hermione sighed, fanning herself vigorously.
"Where's Ron?" Harry asked, searching the crowd. "Doesn't look like he's dancing with Luna..."
"Oh, I think I have a shrewd idea where they went." Hermione grinned devilishly. "Fancy a walk, Harry?"
"Sure...it's too hot in here anyways."
They walked out onto the cobblestone path together.

Large Jack-O-Lanterns were strewn across both sides of the path.
"Where're we going?" He asked curiously.
"Farther...over there." She pointed at a clutch of hazelnut bushes, in the distance.
They walked in silence, until Hermione broke the ice;
"Do you remember when we first met?"
"Y'mean aboard the Hogwarts train, first year, and you acting snobbish? Yeah, I remember."
She laughed. "No, I was talking about the time you and Ron befriended me. When we took on the troll and won."
"You mean when Ron and I took on the troll and won," Harry corrected. "And Ron was the one who actually knocked it out...I just stupidly ran up and stuck my wand up its nose."
"But that was brave." Hermione said, patting his shoulder. "It's what makes you a true Gryffindor."
"Brave, maybe...stupid, definitely."
She looked him up and down. "You've grown."
Harry did the exact same reaction that Hermione had given him in the Three Broomsticks. "Oh, my! So I have!" He gasped sarcastically, and pointed to Hermione. "Look, you've grown too!"
"Oh, shut up, Harry."
"You know what I realize?" Harry said suddenly.
"What?" Hermione was eyeing him expectantly.
"Never underestimate the power of moronic people in large groups."
"Harry, what on Earth made you say that?" Hermione said, but she was laughing.
"Dunno. It's just one of those things that come out of your mouth."
"Shhh..." Hermione whispered urgently, and pointed at a hydrenea bush with two people standing behind it. There was a lanky figure standing with a shorter girl whose hair gleamed silver in the moonlight...
"ALL RIGHT, RON!" Harry bellowed.
"HOW ARE YOU TWO, LUNA?" Hermione shrieked.
Both Ron and Luna yelled with fright, and toppled out of the bush. Ron was the first to react.
"What was that for?" He asked indignantly, jabbing a finger in Hermione's face. "Have you two come here to do the same thing as us, or just to scare me and Luna?"
Luna was clutching her heart, gasping. "Don't scare us like that again!" She said breathlessly.
"To scare you and Luna, of course."
"Well, that's nice." Ron growled. "Now, can we please have some privacy around here?"
"Fine." Hermione grabbed Harry's hand, smirked cheekily at Ron and Luna, and strode back towards the castle, Harry in tow.
"Cooled down?" He asked her.
"Very much so." She smiled devilishly.

It had begun to rain, and Harry's hair was plastered to his head, Hermione's plaits were starting to come loose, but her hair never lost a hint of its shine.
Harry had brought his cloak with him, since he was not as tired or hot from the dancing as Hermione. He draped it around her, and she smiled graciously and said, "Thank you, Harry...you're such a gentleman."
"Me? Gentleman?" Harry snorted. "You need it more than I do, that's all. I'm not cold, or anything."
"Which makes you a proper gentleman, unlike Ron. Most of the time." She added.
Harry suddenly realised something. Hermione noticed the look on his face.
"What's wrong, Harry?"
"There's one person who I haven't thought of today, until now." Harry said quietly.
Hermione detected his tone of voice. "Sirius?" She said sympathetically.
Harry nodded, his throat clogged.
He unstuck his throat. "Sirius would have loved to see us happy like this...to be free. He's never been truly free, but if he was here today...no one would think he's a mass murderer, that he's scary. He's respectable, he's nice...but the people are blinded by propaganda. Now that he's gone...people will never know what he was truly like."
Harry was not sure if it was rain, mist, or tears that wet his face.
"Oh, Harry..." Hermione began sadly, putting an arm around him.
Harry felt his temper start to rise, but he kept silent. She was like everyone else. She would say that 'I know how you feel', tell him to 'move on with his life'...all the useless sentimental issues.
But he was proven very much wrong.
"...I know that this is a hard time for you. I'm not even going to try to say that I know how you feel, because I don't...I've never lost a parent. It's going to be a very tough road for you, Harry...and I doubt that you'll ever fully get over Sirius. But I can promise you that I'll be there for you, sweetie."
Harry stopped dead. "Er - what did you call me?"
"What - Oh!" Hermione blushed furiously. Harry could see by the moonlight.
"Well...don't you like being called 'sweetie'?" She said nervously.
"From you, it kind of sounds weird...but I can't pretend I didn't like it."
Hermione hugged him.
"Hermione...those are the nicest words I've heard said to me in a long time. Thank you." Harry muttered.
"Oh, it was no problem, Harry. I've said I'd be there for you."
They walked into the castle together.

The first thing they saw was a crowd of people.
"Oh," Hermione said, yawning widely. "The Ball's over already?"
"Looks like it, doesn't it?" Harry said, as he led Hermione up the set of marble stairs.
"Look, it's them!"
Harry saw Seamus sprinting toward him.
"We-know-what-you-two were-doing." He said, in a very annoying sing-song voice.
"Right." Harry muttered, and strove to fight past a group of second-year Gryffindors. However, Hermione pulled him back for some reason.
"What?" Harry asked her. As he turned around, he saw that Hermione had fallen asleep, and was leaning backwards.
"Hermione, wake up." He said, shaking her gently.
The most reaction he got out of her was a grunt, and a slight tilting of her head.
"Oh, blast it all..." He growled. Harry stooped, and picked her up.
"Hey, look, everyone! Harry's carrying his princess home!"
Harry ignored them yet again.
He reached the common room minutes after everyone else had gone to bed, but as he tried to go up to the girl's dormitories, the smooth stone slide formed.
Harry swore. Now what am I supposed to do? He thought.
Take her to your dormitory, obviously.
Let her sleep in my bed? Harry shook his head.
That's right.
Harry swore again, picked her up, and staggered all the way up to his dormitory. Everyone else was sleeping.
He dumped Hermione on his bed, tucked her in as gently as he could, and fell asleep at the foot of the bed without fuss.

AUTHOR'S QUESTION- Whaddya think of the Harry/Hermione in here? And the ball?

CHAPTER TWELVE------

Harry woke up on the rug some time before dawn.
He changed out of his dress robes into his school ones, went downstairs to sit by the fire for a bit, and went back upstairs again.
Time seemed to pass suprisingly fast - the sun was already rising brightly in the east as Harry looked out the window for the dozenth time.
He opened Hermione's curtain, and watched her sleep peacefully. He reached out to tilt her chin, but the moment he lifted it back, she started snoring uproariously, which amused Harry, until it lost its novelty. Alarmed at the volume, Harry moved her head forward again. She stopped snoring, murmured, and opened her eyes.
Harry had bent quite close to her in the process of tilting her head, and had just found that out to his cost when Hermione screamed.
"Its OK, its me." He told her quickly.
Hermione backed against the wall, and was clutching her heart.
"What the - how did you get up into the girl's dormitories?"
"You're in the boy's." Harry told her.
"What happened last night? Never again..." She groaned, and put her hand to her brow.
"No, we didn't get drunk and fraternise, if that's what you were worried about. You fell asleep, I had to drag you all the way here because all the other girls were already upstairs."
"Why were you bent over me like that?"
Harry started to speak, but Hermione interrupted him. "Never mind...if you wanted to kiss me, all you had to do was ask."
Harry opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
"You were snoring, I had to tilt your head forward." He told her, finally.
"I don't snore!" Hermione said indignantly.
Harry felt a slow smile creep back onto his face. "That's 'cause you're never awake to hear yourself! It was so long and loud that I was actually worried that it would wake the others!"
"Get out of here!" She giggled, throwing her pillow at him.
Ron had woken up. "What's going on?" He spotted Hermione. "You're in here again?"
Harry explained to him.

The whole Harry/Hermione thing is workin out great!!!! I loved the whole Ron/Luna incident where Hermione busted um, it was the best, lol!!!!

Thank you!

I like the whole Hermionie and Harry thing, its weird and so is ROn and Luna, but i like..

Your sig quote?

Say what??

You said you liked something...but didn't say what.

I like the whole Hermionie and Harry thing, its weird and so is ROn and Luna, but i like..

I meant i like hermionie and harry and ron and luna are alright but a bit weird, but i still like... ( just meaning i like them all the same )

Oooh, ok.

when are you posting next??

Midnight. Promised to go on FT with a friend... but I'll post loads.

Awsome, im making a harry potter forum and when its ready i would love for you to come!! Can't wait till you post more!!

AUTHOR'S REPLY- Thank you! 🙂

Their first class that day was History of Magic.
The class had started learning about the famous wizards of the past, the concept of druidism and it's fall.
Even though the subject seemed interesting at first, Binn's usual droning voice lured them into a dull sense of boredom. Harry realized too late that he was drooling sleepily, until Hermione finally gave him a particularly hard dig in the ribs.
Binns, predictably, had not noticed.
"Now druidism was a concept of binding with nature, its blessings, and its children...it is considerably requiring more patience than average sorcery..."
Harry grunted, and lay his head down into his arms. Hermione glanced at him and Ron, who was wistfully looking out the window, and shook her head dispairingly.
"...and the Pyramids of Furmat were built to concentrate this study of the arts...."
Harry closed his eyes.
He found himself sitting on the windowsill of a dusty, ill cared-for house.
Voices were coming from the next room.
"...and I shall see what I can do to prevent this from happening, Avery."
A high, ice-cold voice penetrated the gloom.
Harry slid forward, dreamlike, to look at the dimly illuminated man.
"My lord!" Avery gasped. "I am glad to be of service..."
"You may leave. Fetch Wormtail for me."
"Yes, my Lord...my Lord, I am curious of what you did with Frederick Farulen. After all, the Ministry will know that he is gone - "
" - but the incident will be dismissed easily by Fudge." The voice said calmly. "Maybe except for the Mudblood-lover, Dumbledore..."
"D-Dumbledore, my lord?"
"Yes, Dumbledore." The cold voice said dangerously. "And he is the reason why I am worried about the prosper of the return of the Emerald Knight..."
"May I ask why, my Lord?"
"You may." The voice said. "The old fool has a tendency to keep up with the times...to guess my next move. And since the Head Librarian Keeper has been taken...he will suspect."
"My lord, what would you intend to do with the Librarian?"
"Farulen is of no more use to me." The voice replied. "I have questioned and tortured him enough...his mind has broken. I have indisposed of him. Now, get Wormtail for me. Now."
"Yes, my lord..." Avery scrambled out of the room, on all fours.
And the man with the cold voice turned to look out the window, where Harry was standing. He could just make out a pair of red-slitted eyes, evil as evil can go...
His scar flared so painfully, that he yelled in pain, and toppled onto the floor -
- and woke up on the History of Magic classroom floor.
Binns gazed dolefully at him. "Anything the matter, Porscher?"
Binns had a tendency to forget names quite easily.
"Yes, Professor." Harry said hurriedly. "I have a bad headache."
"Hospital wing, I'm guessing?" Binns said wearily.
"Yes, Professor." Without another word, Harry ran out.

Trying to brainstorm. Writer's block is pushing my around too much right now. Bled off the creativity joint.

Yea, I had that a few days ago. I couldn't think of what to write, and everything I did, i thought it sucked

I've held off writer's block at bay for now, promise I'll post a big fat revelation next time in Harry and Dumbledore's conversation.