Dementor Dreams

By corset-rebellion-follower

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter

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Harry sat in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. Class had let out a couple hours ago, but he couldn't leave. Not yet. He was staring at the wardrobe where Professor Lupin kept his boggart. During class, it had changed into a Dementor. And Harry couldn't figure out why he was so afraid of it.

"Harry?"

Harry looked up. Hermione was standing in the doorway to the classroom. "There you are. Ron and I have been looking all over for you. Have you been in here all this time?" she asked, walking over to him and sitting down. He nodded. She knit her eyebrows and tilted her head to one side. Harry smiled a little. She always does that when she doesn't get something.

"What were you doing in here? It's almost three hours after class let out," she said in a worried voice. Harry finally said something. "I was thinking about the boggart. About why it changed into a Dementor and not Voldemort." Hermione sighed. "You shouldn't worry about that, Harry. It was nothing."

"I know. But I'm not really afraid of Dementors. When I saw that Dementor on the train, I… I heard a scream," he explained quietly. "A scream? Who was it?" she asked. "I think it was… my mother." Hermione's eyes widened. "Wow. No wonder the boggart changed into a Dementor. That's something to be scared of."

"But Hermione, it's not the Dementor I'm afraid of. It was the scream. So why didn't it turn into my mother?" he asked, now pacing the floor. "Because, Harry. It wasn't your mother that was scaring you. It was the fact that she was getting hurt. It was the Dementor that brought the memory back," she explained. He smiled and looked at her. "You're right. I shouldn't be worried about this. You usually are right, though." Hermione smirked. She walked over to Harry, and he stopped pacing. "You're right. I am usually right." "You look like Malfoy with that smirk on your face," he teased. She rolled her eyes and giggled. Harry blushed a little.

Hermione has the cutest giggle.

His blush deepened. "Harry, why are you blushing?" Hermione asked, tilting her head again. "Um… uh…" He leaned closer to her. "I… I have no idea." He pressed his lips against hers. Hermione's eyes widened from the shock. She looked into Harry's intensely green eyes. He had a sweet, dreamy look in his eyes.

She sighed against his lips. He really means this.

She slipped her arms around his neck and closed her eyes. The kiss ended quickly. Hermione looked up at Harry, breathing a little heavier than usual. Harry's eyes were wide. "Um… I have no idea why I did that," he breathed. Hermione smiled smugly. "You like me, don't you?" Harry was silent for a second. "No. I just… didn't know what I was doing." Her smile widened. "You do like me, Harry Potter. Admit it," she demanded. He brushed his lips up against hers.

"You're right. I do."

He pulled her into another kiss. She drew him closer to her, her arms still around his neck. Harry reached up and loosened the neat bun that held up her hair. Her brown hair cascaded to her shoulders. He ran his fingers through it and twirled a strand around his finger. Hermione's head was filled with thoughts and questions, but she ignored all of them. All she could focus on was the kiss. Harry broke off, though. Hermione laid her head on his chest and sighed. She looked up at him. "Still worrying about the Dementors?" He smiled. "No." "Good. But Ron is looking for you. We should probably go find him before he gets himself killed."

They both walked out of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, holding hands.