The most anticipated kiss of the full-length series about a wizard boy with a scar on his forehead took place without the participation of Harry Potter. The love affair in two parts of the final seventh Harry Potter film will be based on the relationship between Hermione and Ron, and the key moment of their love story has already been filmed.
Actress Emma Watson for the final part of the adventures of Harry Potter was the only one of the trinity of bosom friends who never had a kiss on the big screen. Daniel Radcliffe was the first to be baptized in The Order of the Phoenix; in The Half-Blood Prince, Ron also enters the image of a womanizer - however, for “first contact” the red-haired joker does not choose Hermione. Nevertheless, Emma Watson, Rupert Grint, and millions of fans of the magic saga knew perfectly well where everything was going.
“Rupert and I were very worried. First of all, because we desperately wanted this moment to finally be captured and left behind, but just because of this, the kiss could look like something unremarkable, - recalls Emma. - This kiss was supposed to express 10 years of tension, a riot of hormones and chemistry established between the heroes - and in just one moment. We had to deal with it. ” “It's not like we're looking forward to this moment,” corrects his co-star Rupert Grint. "Quite a strange thing to think about."
Despite the attempt to take a serious tone in the conversation about kissing, yesterday's teenager Watson, who during the filming of the Potter transformed from an ugly duckling into a swan bird, still modestly wrinkles her nose. “Kissing in the movies is always so awkward,” Reuters quotes the most beautiful girl in the sixth film. “For some reason, kissing is always awkward.”
Was unhappy with his last kiss and Daniel Radcliffe - so much so that he even asked the audience for forgiveness. In The Half-Blood Prince, Harry Potter's attention is wholly captured by Ron's sister Ginny. “I watched the film again a couple of days ago and found that my lips are like the lips of a horse when kissing,” laments the film's lead actor.
The sixth film "Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince" will be shown on July 16. The seventh film "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows" will be released in two parts: the first is expected by the end of 2010, the second - in the summer of 2011. The creators do not disclose yet in which of them Ron and Herimon will finally reveal their feelings to each other.
That final kiss, meanwhile, is the only hope for fans. During the years spent by the trio on the set, they never once gave rise to anyone suspecting anything more than friendly relations between them. Watson, on the eve of the premiere of the sixth film, advised Potter fans once and for all to abandon any thoughts that the title trinity in real life would ever be tied by love. “We grew up together and perceive each other exclusively on a related level. So I must disappoint you: there were no couples in our company, ”Emma snapped flatly.
Part 1.
Chapter 1.
Loneliness.
Hermione nervously gnawed at the quill, the necessary thought all the time slipped away, besides, the hum in the Common Living room interfered. The students laughed, joked, talked loudly and didn't seem to think about their lessons at all. In the corner, the girls were playing "magic knots", and from there laughter was constantly heard. Hermione frowned, was angry, but decided not to leave until she finished her essay. There was only one last paragraph, the most important one. Finally, despite the noise, Hermione managed to successfully formulate the idea that tormented her, and she began to hastily write it down.
Only a few minutes later did she notice that Ron was walking guiltily at the table. And, it seems, for a long time.
Hermione glared at him.
- What have you got today? Again, fix the essay?
Ron was a little discouraged by her rude tone and mumbled uncertainly:
“Yes, the essay… this… please.
“It’s high time for him to learn how to write,” the excellent student snapped mercilessly.
- Soon the game, you know. Harry asked to be sure to be in training today. And this is a damn essay to take tomorrow.
Ron looked miserable. Hermione gave him an icy, Snape-like look.
- Okay, come on. But this is the last time.
The parchment migrated into her hands, and Ron immediately happily disappeared out the door. She looked after him, pursing her lips resentfully: that's how it is always, write, correct, tell me, help ... And they themselves have fun with Quidditch while she diligently corrects their mistakes. Friends are called ...
The mood soured, and I didn't want to study. Explosions of laughter were annoying. At other times, she, perhaps, having finished her work, would have joined the players. But today the fun of others was unbearable on the nerves.
Hermione somehow finished her essay and began collecting numerous books and parchments.
- Where are you going? Sit with us, - Parvati called her, looking up from the game.
“I’ll go and rest,” Hermione waved her hand vaguely and nearly dropped one of the books.
Arriving in her room, she casually threw her textbooks on the bed, which she had never done before, and suddenly burst into tears. The essay, which had taken so much precious time, fell to the floor and wrinkled, the feathers rolled under the bed. Hermione paid no attention to anything. She was unbearably offended. Friends, her only closest friends completely forgot her, exchanged for Quidditch, for Lavender Brown, for someone else ... No, they did not forget to regularly ask her for help with their studies, and had fun without her.
Ron kissed Lavender around the clock, taking only a break for food and Quidditch. She ran into this couple everywhere and everywhere. And Harry ... No, Harry hasn't kissed anyone yet. But she recently noticed how fondly he looked at Ginny Weasley, how he interacted with her in Quidditch practice.
And what is she, Hermione, worse? Why isn't she invited to Hogsmeade or on a date to the lake? Although I have to give Seamus Finnigan his due, he tried. True, nothing good came of the date. Hermione would rather go for a walk with her friends. As always. Like before.
She sobbed, remembering the recent trip to Hogsmeade, and wiped her eyes. Harry and Ron invited her and she happily agreed. But before the three of them reached the village, Lavender and Ginny caught up with them.
- Oh, Bon-Bon! Lavender squealed and immediately hung around Ron's neck.
And Ginny started a lively conversation with Harry about Quidditch. Hermione felt redundant and quietly walked away towards Hogwarts.
Minutes passed slowly, dreary evil thoughts crept slowly. The sun has set long ago. Hermione finally woke up to find herself in complete darkness. I had to turn on the light and put myself in order.
“We must study,” she decided firmly, aiming her wand. - Actio, feathers! And to hell with romance! "
Now it was necessary to consistently implement the decision, not paying attention to trifles, like love notes, dates by the lake and walks by the moon. No sooner said than done. And when Harry once approached her in the library, he was surprised to find that the mountain of textbooks in front of his friend was twice the size.
He walked around the fortress wall made of books, found a small gap and quietly whispered:
- Hermione, let's go for a walk while the weather is nice.
- A? What? - a disheveled head popped up from behind a book mountain.
Harry winked conspiratorially.
- The weather, I say, is good. Let's go to the lake.
Hermione absentmindedly waved her off.
“Oh, no, Harry, I can't right now. There is still something to read.
- Well, okay, as you know.
And Harry headed for the exit. It was only five minutes later that Hermione realized exactly what he had told her. Understood - and her eyes stung treacherously right there. Harry suggested that she go for a walk. Myself. And she refused, exchanged a friend for these damned textbooks! And she burst into tears again, since no one saw her behind a huge pile of books.
Unbeknownst to herself, she became touchy, taciturn and irritable. I tried to convince myself that life is easier if you do not hope for anything and did not notice that attentive eyes are constantly watching her.
Valentine's Day did not promise her anything out of the ordinary. She did not expect valentines from anyone, and she herself did not write to anyone. And, unlike the rest of the students, she was sitting at the table, gloomy and not talking, leafing through the newspaper. Everyone around was laughing, joking and launching flying hearts. One fell near her plate. Hermione stared suspiciously at the pink misunderstanding.
“Take it, this is for you,” Ginny giggled under the arm.
She herself had just received a huge postcard, which sang a love song in a nasty squeaky voice.
Hermione winced: the song was stupid, and the performance was poor, but Ginny was unusually pleased. Well, to each his own. She reached out to take the heart, but it fluttered and flew away somewhere in the direction of the Hufflepuff table.
“Apparently the address was wrong,” Ginny stated, enjoying her song for the third time.
Hermione said nothing and left the table gloomy. Again she did not notice that she was being watched.
In the evening, sorting through books and notebooks, Hermione unexpectedly found a Valentine's card. An ordinary pink heart with flowers, as expected, unsigned. She opened it in disbelief. Inside were poems, the simplest, about roses, the sky and all that. At first, Hermione thought it was someone's stupid joke, but then she noticed the inscription: for Hermione Granger.
Her heart sank at once, and her hands trembled: Hermione recognized the handwriting. She hastily reached into her bag and pulled out one of the parchments to compare. Yes, that is right. The handwriting is the same!
Chapter 2.
Explanation.
Hermione went to Hogsmeade with Harry. Not that he invited her on purpose, no, somehow it happened so. At first, as usual, they went in a large Gryffindor crowd. Ginny, however, was not there, she stayed "to rest" in the Hospital Wing: the day before, she had landed badly in training. And Ron and Lavender quickly fell behind everyone. And then the rest scattered. Harry and Hermione entered the Sweet Kingdom together.
"Look," Harry said, pointing to the shelf. “This is where Ron and I recently discovered new candy. Sugar hearts. Deliciously delicious.
Hermione tried it. The sweets, indeed, turned out to be wonderful, with some subtle pleasant aftertaste. The mood from them immediately improved. And it could not be spoiled either by an unexpected rain and snow, or by Malfoy spinning near the counter.
Harry and Hermione took two packs of multi-colored hearts at once, then Harry chose another present for the sick Ginny, and the Slytherin cast suspicious glances at them and tediously argued with the saleswoman about sweets: it didn't suit him, it didn't work, it was too expensive, and that's not the best quality. The saleswoman had already begun to lose patience, and Hermione suddenly felt funny, Malfoy, arguing over trifles, looked very ridiculous.
On the street, she said to Harry:
"Have you ever noticed how stupid Malfoy seems when he starts puffing up?"
"Yes," Harry agreed, carefully holding the bags as a gust of wind tried to knock them out of his hands. - I would have boasted less, would have looked like a man.
So, chatting and laughing, they reached Hogwarts. Then we went to the Hospital Wing to visit Ginny. On the way, they were joined by Ron and Lavender. And strangely enough, this eternally kissing couple stopped annoying Hermione.
The wonderful day is over, she went to bed in a great mood, although the cherished words, which she secretly hoped for, never sounded.
“Everything has its time,” Hermione reasoned philosophically, looking at her priceless pink valentine. - Will have to wait".
We didn’t have to wait long. A few days later, right in the classroom, she found a note in her notebook, written in a familiar handwriting. The note invited her to the Astronomy Tower after dinner.
Hermione glanced over her shoulder at Harry, who was enthusiastically discussing something in a whisper with Ron. It is strange that he did not say anything to her personally and behaves as usual. Although ... maybe Harry is just shy.
She furtively read the note again. No doubt about it, meeting at the Astronomical Tower.
"What have you got, Miss Granger?" Snape's harsh voice rang out.
She shuddered and blushed:
- Nothing.
The Slytherins giggled vilely.
- Nothing? But it seems to me ...
Snape quickly stepped to her desk, but the note melted in Hermione's hands. Indeed, nothing.
But the professor was not embarrassed:
“Minus five points from Gryffindor.
And he turned to his pulpit. The giggles of the Slytherins grew even more disgusting.
Damn you, Hermione thought. The mood was spoiled, but the upcoming date warmed the soul.
She ran to the tower a few minutes before the required time, sat down in a corner and opened the book she had taken with her. But I couldn't read. My heart almost jumped out of my chest. Hermione never thought she would be so worried on a date. And she didn't have any dates, Victor Krum and Seamus Finnigan don't count.
Footsteps were heard, Hermione convulsively grabbed the book, as if for salvation. Harry appeared. He stepped towards her, smiling sunnyly, and held out a box with sugar hearts:
- Help yourself, I have one more box left.
Hermione gratefully took the candy, and she immediately felt better. She felt confident again, because this is Harry, her best friend!
The rain, which had been drizzling all day, suddenly ended, and the sun peeped out from behind the clouds. They sat, basking in its rays, choosing sweets from the box (how tasty they turned out to be, tastier than the last time!) And chatted about trifles.
- You have changed a lot lately, are you nervous, angry all the time, has something happened? Harry began cautiously.
Hermione pulled out another sugar heart.
- You know, the nerves are probably playing naughty. These disappearances, Voldemort's constant threat ... I'm afraid for you, Harry! And then there's Ron with his Lavender. It seems to me that you have forgotten me, that you do not need me.
"You're wrong," Harry said quietly. - We need you. And Ron. And me.
He said it very seriously, and Hermione's heart skipped a beat again. To hide her embarrassment, she reached for the candy again.
- Harry, why don't you take it? I'll eat it all now.
He smiled:
- Yes, and eat, I saved it especially for you.
Hermione was confused
At this time, Harry and Ron burst into the common room, laughing cheerfully. After their Quidditch practice, both were wet from the rain and sweating. Seeing them, Hermione smiled happily. Harry tousled his hair and smiled cheerfully in response, reminiscent of a naughty child now, not a seventeen-year-old guy who grew up too early.
Ron set out to become the best goalkeeper by all means and win the Quidditch Cup, and his friend, regardless of the time of day or the weather, helped him train every free minute.
The redhead, on the contrary, did not smile, but scowled sideways at his right hand and frowned. Hermione quickly stood up, cast a cleaning and drying spell on both of them, and gently took Ron's hand and began to move her wand over her. Gradually the swelling disappeared, and after a minute the redness also disappeared - the hand became its usual color. The moment the girl took the Weasley's hand, his ears flared. An outside observer would be surprised at his embarrassment - after all, everyone knows that Ron has known this girl for a long time, so such shyness seemed strange. But Hermione couldn't even imagine Ron Weasley any other way - his embarrassment was so charming and domestic.
So you really are in love with him, ”Lavender announced contentedly. Luckily for her, there were only a few people in the living room. Otherwise, five minutes later, Miss Brown's premature death would have been discussed throughout Hogwarts.
Hermione snarled, like Crookshanks when chasing another victim. Harry, who had been pissed off by all and sundry for the same last few days, grimaced, and Ron looked like he was about to sink into the ground this very second.
Stop interfering in someone else's life, otherwise it will end badly for you. ”Only a deaf person would not have heard the warning in Hermione's voice. True, due to the fact that Harry was holding her tightly, she could not rush at Brown. The poise of the smartest witch in Hogwarts has recently evaporated in an unknown direction, because Madame Pomfrey forbade her to overwork and sit with books for more than two hours a day, while her usual "norm" is six to seven hours. Harry had to watch over the observance of the regulations - as the only person who could cope with Granger.
It's not funny at all, Hermione! - Lavender exclaimed, pretending to pout. And then she winked slyly. She stared at her classmate, puzzled. - But, so be it - I'll leave you alone if you kiss Harry.
Ginny giggled cheerfully. It was already quite a clumsy attempt to get two best friends to open their hearts to each other. Otherwise, these two stubborn people will deny before themselves and the whole world at least some feelings besides "platonic friendship" until the end of time. Only one thing surprised me: how Brown decided on this and why Granger was not afraid of revenge.
Wait. ... I thought you were talking about Hermione and Ron. ”Dean stared at her, trying to figure out what kind of strange game Lavender was up to.
Oh, everyone knows that this couple fights like they are brother and sister all the time. Have you never noticed that their showdown is very similar to the quarrels between Ron and Ginny? I hope Ron is not interested in incest. ”At the last phrase, Parvati turned to the Weasleys, raising an eyebrow in derision.
Beeeee, Parvati! - the friendly chorus of all those present became the answer. Ron looked as if he had been hit over the head by a bludger, and in addition he had managed to fall off a broomstick. It looked so funny that the Gryffindors laughed merrily.
I don’t understand why, instead of getting ready for the TOAD, you’re doing nothing and wasting your time spying on us! Hermione declared, crossing her arms over her chest.
That's it! Stop cracking comedy and wasting our time. Just kiss him! Lavender chuckled, cutting off an attempt to divert the conversation aside.
Harry was sitting on the couch next to Hermione. With one hand, he hugged the girl around the waist, while throwing his head back against the back of the sofa and completely relaxing. Hermione, on the other hand, looked like a spring about to unclench. She crossed her arms and legs, and stared at Lavender, as if trying to get her to clean up, hello.
Then why do you think Harry and Hermione are good for each other? Dean asked. And Granger felt a great desire to come up and kiss him. Lavender, on the contrary, was simply outraged by such blindness and narrow-mindedness.
Have you slept soundly over the past few years, Thomas? - asked Parvati, examining Dean with such a look as if he had accidentally grown a second head to himself.
No, - answered the guy barely audible.
Oh, for Merlin's sake, stop! Hermione began irritably, but fell silent as Harry stroked her hand soothingly.
Ever since Potter defeated Voldemort, the entire wizarding world has been watching the hero's life with bated breath. The main thing that now interested the public is how much more the most enviable bridegroom of magical Britain will be alone, and who is the beauty who will win his heart.
The rest of Granger's indignation simply did not notice.
You went blind, huh? Lavender asked, slowly and somewhat predatory approaching her classmate. This time, Dean thought it best not to answer, but just shook his head.
Then you are stupid, - said Lavender and Parvati in one voice. And Hermione felt the urge to bang her head against the wall.
Harry and Hermione know everything about each other, understand each other at a glance, at a glance ...
They constantly look at each other ...
Always together ...
Finish phrases for each other ...
They often touch each other and hug ... - at the last statement, Harry stopped stroking Hermione's hand and moved a little away from her. But Granger, who was busy inventing more and more new ways of killing this couple (if possible, such that later would not ring out in Azkaban), did not even notice it.
But that's because they've been best friends since they were eleven, ”Ron explained to them as mentally retarded.
But you're their best friend too, and you behave differently, don't you? Lavender asked, turning to the Weasleys. Dean raised his eyes to the ceiling and thanked all the gods he knew for being on his side - Brown forgot about him, and the tornado passed by. These two well-known Hogwarts gossips were sometimes really scary. One had only to remember how cleverly they dealt with the Death Eaters, sending curse after curse on them.
Yes, friend, Ginny confirmed.
But not like Harry and Hermione. I mean, they seem to exist on the same wavelength. Sorry Ron, but from time to time you just don't fit in there.
Instead of pouting and insulting the whole world, Weasleys looked at his best friends with different eyes and saw them in a new way. His gaze only added to Harry and Hermione's annoyance. Granger thought she saw the gears spinning in the redhead's head, putting everything on the shelves.
You must kiss, ”Ron finally announced, responding with this phrase to all the words and thoughts of the conspirators. If Hermione hadn't been so angry, she would have laughed. But instead she moaned in protest:
Oh, Merlin, Ron, you still join this delirium. Not you! - her face became very unhappy. She turned to Potter, as if hoping that he would be able to reason with their friend, who for some reason was not afraid of her anger.
Oh, glad ... - suddenly finding himself face to face with Hermione, Harry fell silent. He froze for a few seconds, and then bent down and kissed her gently. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed how the surrounding eyes widened in surprise, and instantly there was a deathly silence. And only the sounds of breathing broke it. Then the young man broke the kiss and smiled at his friend.
Hermione thought she was deaf. My ears were pounding, blood suddenly rushed to my head, and sunbeams danced in my eyes. The girl felt strange ... she had never experienced this before. All thoughts scattered. Harry just kissed her. Kissed in front of all honest people. They pursued him, they pressed on him, but he did not betray the feelings overwhelming him by word or gesture, he did not throw out irritation and indignation at the interference in his personal life. But he was angry - she knows him very well, and sees something that a prying eye will not notice. And then suddenly he took - and kissed. There was no one else in the room for her now. Why is there in the room - in the entire Universe there are only two of them. For some reason, the thought flashed in my head that someday this should have happened, and everything went exactly to this. Swearing, she shook out of her mind the plans for revenge on the witnesses.
Lavender took a step forward and already opened her mouth, but Hermione got ahead of her: at first she muttered something under her breath, and then gave out a phrase that shocked everyone:
Is that what you call a kiss? the girl hissed mockingly, for the first time in her life she did not give a damn about logic and trusted her heart and her own feelings.
Before Harry could answer her, she moved closer and kissed him. Damn it, since they really want to see a kiss, they'll see it! This time everything was different - both got angry, and it seemed they wanted to prove something to someone. Although their personal life should not concern anyone at all. Still not completely succumbing to the feelings and desires of her body, Hermione grabbed the boy's shirt. Hardly, though, as Harry responded to her kiss with equal passion.
Under his slightly chapped lips, her lips were soft and supple. A moment, and her fingers tangled in his pitchy black hair, her other hand still holding tight to the collar of his shirt. He's not going anywhere now.
And he was not going to. One of his arms wrapped around her neck, sending waves of sweet tremors down her spine, and the other fell on her waist, pulling the girl even closer until Hermione found herself sitting in Harry's lap. The kiss inflamed them more and more - they became hot, very hot, and they wanted more. Both had the feeling that this was far from their first kiss. And certainly not the last one.
Even though the sensations were delicious, you still need to breathe. So she looked up from Harry's lips, feeling the eyes of those around her back. The girl's face flushed. But the hand that held her quite tightly did not allow her to get off the sofa and leave the room, which definitely did not help to drive the paint off her cheeks.
You kissed, - said Ginny, looking at a couple of huge eyes, and her smile would do credit to any maniac. - You kissed! she repeated, as if for the first time someone didn’t believe her.
Yes, Jin, that's exactly what they did, ”Dean said sarcastically. He felt a little uncomfortable, but he could not miss the opportunity to pin up his girlfriend.
Harry's hair was now more disheveled than usual, and Hermione's lipstick glistened on his lips.
Now I believe there is chemistry between the two that you talked about.
The two conspirators, who organized everything, somehow nodded distantly.
The first clear thought was to run. Run as far as possible, but someone's hands were still holding tightly to her waist. She looked at the man sitting in front of her. Until that moment, he was her best friend, and now he hugged her so tightly! And the most charming expression she had ever seen settled on his face.
Even through all the clothes, the girl felt how fast his heart was beating. His face was frozen and his eyes were glazed. So he leaned towards her a little, and his breath tickled his neck, causing a pleasant tremor:
Do you think there is chemistry between us?
Hermione felt the young man smile, and could argue with anyone that this grin was worthy of a true Slytherin.
No, she replied calmly.
After these words, everyone around froze again. It seemed as though they had just been vigorously discussing what they had witnessed. Parvati and Lavender wanted to literally snatch Hermione out of Harry's arms and ask in detail how wonderful the Hero of the magical world was kissing. Once ... and a dead silence descended. The girl even thought that those around her were ready to strangle her.
I think I need more proof, ”she said in an even voice. And this despite the frantically beating heart and trembling hands.
As much as you need. ”Harry winked at her and smiled so that Hermione gasped and became unimaginably hot again.
Study has begun. Time for new knowledge. A time in which you can escape from your own problems by concentrating only on your studies. Hermione now felt a strong need for the second, stubbornly taking on more and more tasks, reports, essays. ... But, even after all this immense amount of work was completed, her own thoughts fell on the girl, so tormenting her from within. And now, wearily throwing away the pen, she instantly became gloomy, as soon as she thought about it. After waiting a little, she put the date on the long scroll: the first of October. “It's amazing how I've changed this month,” she sighed. Not afraid to meet someone in the living room, the girl climbed onto the sofa with her legs, and sitting comfortably, indulged in her thoughts. And it all started quite normally. About a week after arriving at Hogwarts, one cold autumn evening, Ron took her to the school broomstick room for one thing - her kisses. And then Hermione's problem came in - she no longer liked Ron's caresses. Every time she appeared in this pantry, she was not thinking about Ron at all. Each time I remembered the same kiss on the platform, which could not be forgotten, no matter how she tried to do it. Instead of forgetting about what had happened, she increasingly thought about the kiss itself, about how careful Harry's actions were. It all led to a secret desire for another kiss with him. She needed just one kiss, and she would have calmed down, she would have found the strength to restrain herself. But Harry didn't know about it. He continued to communicate with her, as before, but the girl could no longer look into his eyes, fearing that she would not hold back and would throw herself into his arms. They began to communicate less and less. Even if Harry himself was the initiator of the dialogue, the girl almost immediately found excuses to convince him that they would talk later. Harry, on the other hand, was genuinely perplexed about what was happening to his girlfriend, and often, leaving him somewhere, she felt his bewildered gaze directed at her back. Relations with Ron also soured, and once, after Hermione's next refusal to go for a walk with him, he said that she could forget about him as a boyfriend. During this month, she managed to get so much entangled in herself that she no longer knew how to unravel this completely tangled tangle in her soul. Hermione closed in on herself, and the Gryffindors practically stopped seeing the head of Gryffindor smiling. Instead, she looked worse and worse, rarely getting enough sleep at night, preferring another essay on transfiguration to sleep. On one of these "beautiful nights", when Hermione had practically finished writing a long essay on the history of magic, and was quite sure that nothing extraordinary would happen, the portrait opening suddenly opened and Harry entered the living room. Almost without looking around, he went to the first sofa that came across (it so happened that Hermione was already sitting on it) and impulsively sat down on it, staring into the fire. The girl looked at him in surprise, not understanding what had happened and why Harry had come so late into the living room. - Harry? - from her quiet voice, he shuddered, and quickly glancing into her face, again returned to the observation of the fire. “Explain,” she thought, or was his voice hoarse? - What? - the girl was taken aback, and almost screamed when he grabbed her hand, and for the first time in a long time looked her straight in the eyes. - Explain why you are avoiding me? - I avoid? - Hermione was completely confused, and then there were his eyes, his beautiful eyes, which seemed to see right through her, greatly interfering with logical thinking. - Yes, you avoid it! I ... I don't even know what to think! - he let go of her hand, and moved away from her. - Tell me where? Where is that cheerful and cheerful Hermione, whom I saw just a month ago? What is the reason for such drastic changes? Or maybe someone ... maybe ... maybe the reason is in me? - he tried to restrain himself, but still hid his face in his hands. The girl shivered. She suddenly realized that if she didn't explain everything now, then she would never have such a reason again. "Not ... not really in you, Harry," she said as gently as possible, in a state of panic herself. - And what, Mione? - he took his hands from his face and turned his head to her. "W-that ..." The sound of the name suddenly caught her breath, and Hermione took a deep breath. "God, why was it so easy with Ron?" - flashed through her head - "Because it was he who offered to meet, and he explained everything" - whispered a harmful voice in her head. - Do you remember that kiss on the first of September on the platform? - Summoning all the gods she knew for help, she began to speak. - So, I tried to forget this moment, but no matter how hard I tried, I did not succeed, - the girl turned away from him, because she could no longer look into his face , and feel his gaze on yours - gradually, closer to the middle of the month, the desire to kiss you turned into an obsession. I restrained myself as best I could, because I didn't know how you would react to this, - she sobbed, realizing that this is all, this is the finish, then everything will depend only on him. - Gradually, my mania reached its climax, and has not left it for several weeks. That's why I stopped communicating with you because your appearance persistently made me spit on all the norms of decency and kiss you in front of everyone, - Hermione burst into tears, feeling how it becomes easier in my soul. “What if he gets scared and leaves? Will it be gone forever? " - the girl froze, completely frightened by this thought. There was complete silence in the room. As soon as she had time to think that he was gone, suddenly a pair of arms hugged her and pressed her to her so tightly, as if they were trying to create a barrier from all her misfortunes. The girl, burying her face in his chest, was quietly crying, still afraid that he was just mocking her, and now she would just leave like that. “I’m afraid that I’m going to go crazy if I hold back myself any longer,” she whispered hotly, feeling that her embrace was slightly weakened, which she perceived as an escape. His fingers gently lift her head and force her to look into his face. A few nimble finger movements - and there were no tears. “Come on, don’t hold yourself back.” His eyes shine. “I,… I let you…” He speaks softly, but his every word is like a thunderclap for her. She takes off his glasses with trembling fingers. This did not escape his attention. He gently squeezes her palms in his hands. - Are you trembling all over, are you cold? - the voice is unusually warm and soothing. “No, I’m just… I’m just afraid,” she released one hand and, imperceptibly taking her wand, casts all sorts of confusing, distracting spells on the room. Hoping that he hadn't noticed her manipulation, she gently placed her hand on his arm. - Well, what are you afraid of? - he carefully releases his palm from his hands, and, touching her foreheads, he openly looks into her eyes. In them he sees nothing but a strong fright: Don't be afraid, it's just me, only Harry ... - without warning, he kisses her. Kisses deliberately, slowly, at the same time showing the girl that there is nowhere to rush and that he is not averse to teasing her. The kisses are getting deeper, they are pressed closer to each other, and now, after several extremely fast minutes, she is in his strong arms, not going anywhere from them. But, in addition to all this happy state, one and only thought persistently beats in my head, depriving the right to happiness. "What's next, Harry?" How do we explain everything to the rest? She asks hoarsely. - Farther? - laughs slip in his voice, and he hugs the girl tighter. - And come what may! The main thing is that we are together, - in her voice she hears that Harry is smiling, and imperceptibly smiles back. “And it’s true, come what may! The main thing is, as long as I'm with Harry, everything will be fine. "
