A/N.- Well, hello, it's been over a year, I know, but after much struggling I managed to get this idea right, so...here it is, after a whole millennium, day 5 out of thirty. Hope you enjoy it and forgive the insanely long delay.
Disclaimer: You all know I own not this universe, so it's rather pointless to write these...
Day 5-Nov, 29th
Harry and Hermione were out on the Hogwarts grounds at night, they were using the same dress robes they had used in 4th year, and were facing each other. Harry then took Hermione's hands in his and started closing in. Their lips were about to touch when…
Harry Potter woke up to the sound of his alarm clock, and cursed under his breath. He then stretched, yawned widely and made his way to the showers thinking about his dream and the cuddling wolves from Transfigurations the day before. He walked into the common room some 30 minutes later, where Ron and Hermione were waiting for him.
"'Bout bloody time mate" Ron said as Harry made to greet them
"Yeah, what took you so long there?" Hermione continued teasingly
"Hard time wakin' up" Harry replied simply, kissing Hermione on the cheek
"Yeah, whatever…c'mon, I'm hungry" Ron hurried them
"Ron…you're always hungry" Harry replied sarcastically, Hermione laughed.
They made their way to the Great Hall for breakfast, Harry and Hermione holding hands all the way and soon joined by Luna, not really eager to begin a new day of lesson after lesson in their N.E.W.T year.
"Darn, I wish it was Saturday" Ron complained after managing to swallow half his food.
"This Saturday specifically or any Saturday?" Hermione asked
"Any Saturday would be fine, as long as there are no lessons" Ron replied
"I agree there, but since it's only Wednesday, there's nothing I can do" Harry replied shrugging. "I mean, I'm a wizard, but even I can't do that"
"Harry, we're all wizards or witches here" Luna reminded him
"Except Filch" Harry reminded them "But anyway, I said that because I modified a muggle expression"
Ron and Luna didn't understand, but Hermione explained them "Yeah, you see, when someone says something impossible like 'I wish it was Saturday' muggles usually reply 'sorry, I can't do magic' or 'I'm no wizard' or something like that"
Luna nodded understandingly, but Ron was as lost as ever, but…well, it's Ron we're talking about.
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After a typical Wednesday at Hogwarts, full of homework for O.W.L and N.E.W.T students, the evening caught Ron, Luna (which earned them several puzzled looks from fellow Gryffindors), Ginny and Neville in the Gryffindor common room. They were gossiping, whispering and plotting, taking advantage of the absence of Harry and Hermione.
"So…" Ginny began "What do you think is really going on with Harry and Hermione?"
Ron shrugged "Dunno, they certainly look closer"
"Sure, but I'm not really convinced" Neville replied
"Neither am I; we haven't even seen them kiss" Luna added
"Yeah, but they sure hold hands, cuddle and everything. Who knows, perhaps they just don't do it in public. I once nearly caught them on Sunday though" Ron whispered, as Dean Thomas passed very close to them.
"Really? How come?" Ginny asked very interested.
"Well…" Ron briefly told them how he had walked in on them with their faces an inch apart from the other in the changing rooms.
"Now…that's interesting" Ginny said, lying down on the couch, her head resting on Neville's lap. "Anyway, I still have my doubts so I suggest we check out for ourselves"
"How do you plan on doing it?" Luna asked interested
"Well, as you said yourself, we haven't seen them kiss once so I guess we should ask them to do so on Saturday…after all, if they indeed are a couple, they shouldn't have a problem don't you think?" She asked shrugging with a mischievous look.
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Harry and Hermione had gone looking for a book at the library and then opted for staying there to finish their homework, since that way they avoided the chatter and noise of the common room.
Hermione kept writing furiously, nearly finishing their assignment for DADA. She then went to her books to check on a fact, but didn't find the book she was looking for, she then turned to look at the stack of books on Harry's side of the table to see it wasn't there either and as she took a closer look she saw Harry had a faraway expression and was using a muggle pencil, apparently drawing something.
"Harry" She called. No answer. "Harry!" She called a bit louder, still no answer. She took a scratched out parchment and made a ball out of it, throwing it at him and despite her poor throwing skill managed to hit his head.
"Ow!" Harry said while turning to glare at her. "What was that for?"
"What's with you and zoning out these last days?" Hermione asked, but all she got for a response was a shrug. "Anyway, I'll go look for a book we missed OK?" Harry nodded absent-mindedly and turned back to his drawing while Hermione arched an eyebrow and went to look for her book. She finally found the book she wanted and started walking back to the table, but as soon as she got there she saw Harry was still spaced out, staring fixedly at a bit of parchment. She decided to see what got Harry so badly he didn't pay attention to his surroundings anymore, something out of character in him.
She approached from behind him and looked over his shoulder to see a beautiful pencil picture of two cuddling wolves.
"Can't get it out of your head huh?" She asked, getting not a start as she expected, but a head shake from him. "And how did you know I was here?"
"I smelled your perfume when I felt you behind me" Harry replied, turning to look at her. "Well, it was pretty unexpected you know, you and me having the same animagus form, and to see both magical representations cuddling came as a bit of a shock"
Hermione nodded "Indeed it was. Also it's the first time I've seen or read about two Aperio Zoomorphos representations interact between them, and cuddling nonetheless." She then took a closer look at the drawing. "Harry, this drawing's beautiful! I didn't know you were that good at drawing"
"Well I discovered that natural talent of mine a long time ago. Since Dudley made it impossible for me to have friends at elementary school, I had to entertain myself some other way during recess time. One day I was looking at a rather pretty girl…I was never one to really pass through the 'girls are gross' stage…so I just took out a notebook and pencil and thought about trying to draw her and was amazed by the results" Harry said and Hermione's jaw dropped…Harry never talked about his past. "So since then I always carried a sketchbook and pencil with me… I still do" He said, retrieving said sketchbook from his book bag.
"Mind if I take a look at it?" Hermione asked and Harry started showing her several pictures he had made throughout the last years. He noticed some were of moments when he didn't have the sketchbook she had never seen before out. "How can you draw these? For what I know, you didn't have this out at the time"
Harry shook his head "I happen to have a very good photographic memory. Tell me any moment in the past, give me a few minutes, perhaps hours and I can draw it"
"And perhaps you can also tell me why you're not showing me all of the pictures?" She asked, noticing that sometimes he skipped one or two pages.
"Oh…ermm…well…" Harry stammered and she took advantage of the opportunity to snatch the sketchbook from his hands.
She started flipping through the pages from the very beginning and noticed why he hadn't shown her those sketches. There were several of Cho Chang, of Ginny, one or two of Parvati and Lavender, but mostly they were sketches of her. She turned to look at him with a questioning look.
"When do you do these…and why were you hesitant about showing them to me?" Harry shrugged
"Sometimes I see some poses I just have to draw and do so"
"Some of these aren't really inspiring poses, just normal everyday poses"
"They happen to have this I-don't-know-what that make me want to draw them"
"Well, not counting Parvati and Lavender, they all are of girls you've dated" Hermione pointed
"Blame hormones" Harry said shrugging "Anyway, as I said, those poses have I don't know what that makes me want to draw them at the moment…"
Hermione kept leafing through the sketchbook until she noticed a certain picture of herself in her school uniform where she had accidentally given everyone a glimpse at her knickers. She gasped and glared at him.
"What does this mean Potter?" She asked.
Harry kept calm anyway "I tend to draw things just as I see them, not omitting details. I happened to like the pose you were in at the moment and started drawing you, starting with your head and hair and going down. Until I was drawing you from the waist down
I noticed anyone looking at you carefully could see a bit of your knickers, but I didn't stop drawing. As I already said, I don't omit details so I just drew you as I saw you. I had no morbid intentions while doing it, I promise" Harry presented his argument.
The fact that he didn't seem nervous and she saw no lie in his eyes convinced Hermione of that. "Well, I guess that's what they call professionalism. I like your drawings a lot, but say…if I just happened to ask you to make a drawing of me right now would you do so?"
"Of course"
"And what if I asked you to make a drawing of yourself"
Harry arched an eyebrow and blushed.
"W-why would you want a sketch of me?"
"Well, I like how you draw, and I am you girlfriend so I guess there's nothing wrong with me asking you to make a self-portrait to give to me don't you think?"
Harry blushed deeper but said nothing, instead turned to look again at the drawing. That was one of his favorite drawings of Hermione, glimpse of her knickers or not. She was resting her head on her hands, elbows on a table, her legs crossed (the short length of the school skirt she had chosen that particular day made it able for a glimpse of her underwear to be seen as previously mentioned), her eyes bearing a distant look as if lost in memories or thoughts and she had a hint of a smile gracing her lips.
"So...you like looking at my knickers?" Hermione asked teasingly, as she caught him looking at the picture again.
"Me and about every other guy with hormones in this school" Harry replied half-joking half-honestly "But that's not the reason why I was looking at it. This is one of my favorite drawings"
Hermione was surprised and a bit moved by that. "But there are many other more beautiful drawings in here, like this landscape from the Gryffindor balcony" Hermione said, showing him said picture.
"You could say so, but that one has something special to it, again, it has some I-don't-know what that makes it my second favorite above all the others" Harry said, again honestly. Hermione could see that drawing was yet another passion of his that could very well rival flying.
"Dunno, perhaps it is that it's you in it…" He said with a warm smile that then turned into a teasing one "…or perhaps is that little glimpse of underwear"
"Oh! You pervert!" She said smacking his arm
"Nah, just messing with you. No, honestly I don't know why, but it is my favorite"
"So…what do you say about giving me a drawing of you?"
Harry just smiled and said "Perhaps some other time…besides I like drawing you more" he said, flipping the pages to prove his point. After he flipped another page and she barely caught a glimpse of a drawing, she gasped and stopped him.
"Turn back to the last one"
"What?"
"Turn back to the last one" Hermione repeated. Harry blushed and obliged. As he turned back one page she gasped as she was seeing herself three years, wearing the dress she wore to the Yule Ball in their fourth year. "Harry…that…it is…"
"You in your Yule Ball attire…my favorite drawing so far" Harry said, smiling and blushing even more.
"But I'm not showing my unmentionables in that one" Hermione said, resuming their teasing.
"That would make it even better don't you think?" Hermione chuckled "Well, I don't…" Hermione turned to look at him.
"Come again?" She asked when she saw the serious face he had.
"I have to admit you looked really beautiful in that dress" Harry said, offering her a small smile while blushing.
"Oh Harry" She said, emotions taking the best of her, so she gave him a really fast peck on the lips, and pulled away, blushing as soon as she realized what she had done.
A/N.- Well, I hope you liked it, please review saying what you think of it. Now, this is important so I hope you're reading. I have absolutely no idea as of when I'm getting another chapter done, so I'm leaving the "hiatus" tag on the summary, alright?