Harry awoke in his four poster bed to the terrible snores of Ronald Weasley. He immediately cast a spell to tell him the time and date. It was the last day of his third year, and six thirty in the morning. He resisted going and hexing the jealous prat snoring in the next bed. He got up and realized he couldn't see. He no longer had his magical contacts. He fished around on his night stand for his glasses and shoved them on his nose. He went in for a shower and his normal morning routine. He was looking for his shaver rubbed his chin when he realized he didn't need too. This was going to take some getting used too. He dressed in his best muggle clothes and headed to the common room after packing and locking his trunk.
He sat in the common room to await Hermione. Memories of that year flooded his mind. The dementors, Sirius…he realized Sirius he's Alive…so are Fred, Remus, Tonks, Little Colin Creevy and so many others. He came with out realizing it to change one thing, but now he could change so many more.
Just as these thoughts were dancing in his mind, she came down the stairs. Tight blue jeans, a pink jumper, her hair up in a pony tail, at that moment he realized how beautiful she was. The smile lit up his face as he gazed upon her. He reached out his Hand and she took it, as if it were an every day occurrence.
"Good morning Hermione!" His voice cracked just a bit as he said it.
She gave him a sweet smile as she returned the greeting.
He was having trouble talking, and his feet seemed glued to the floor, but his knees were knocking. "Sh..Shall go to breakfast?" He could never remember being this nervous around Hermione.
"Sure Harry, is something wrong?" she began with that look that was all question and she needed the answer.
Harry gave her a grin looked down at his shoes and shivered a bit. "No everything is great. Can we go some where and talk ALONE, after breakfast?" Thinking in his head, I'm almost 40 and I'm acting like a love struck teen.
The walk to the great hall, was again awe inspiring for Harry. He had not set foot inside Hogwarts since the day after the last battle. He chose to let others do the remembrance days, much to Ginny's chagrin. She never understood his shying from the lime light. It was true he was never truly happy with her. After time he realized she wanted the fame and to shine….he was only the avenue of choice for her.
Hermione Looked over as they walked down the Grand staircase, 'Your quiet today Harry, something wrong?' She held a true look of concern.
Harry just smiled, "Ask me again after our private chat."
The breaking of fast went well, it was just small talk of summer plans with friends, until one Ronald Weasley came in as breakfast was about to conclude.
Typical Ron red faced with anger. "Why didn't you wake me!?"
Harry just looked up ay him. "Did you want to be up at six thirty this morning, I wasn't sitting an hour listening to you snore like an overloaded freight train."
Still angered he looked at Harry. "You could have waited in the common room!"
Harry looked at him squarely, "Ron, you need to take some responsibility for yourself. I'm not your mother. I'm your room mate. You need to set an alarm or something."
He was a bit deflated, sat down and began shoveling food in his mouth as fast as he could. Harry and Hermione stood to leave; Ron attempted to say something spewing food everywhere.
Hermione got that Look, and Said. "That's disgusting…come on Harry lets go." When they entered the corridor of the great hall, she turned to Harry. "You wanted to talk to me?"
Harry took her hand and pulled her down the hall to an empty class room. Dragged her in closed the door locked and quickly warded it against sound, and sat her down on a quickly transfigured love seat. With his face as red as Weasley hair he asked. "Wouldyoubemygirlfriend?" It was so fast that she couldn't make it out.
She looked at him like he had lost it. "WHAT?"
Harry took a couple of deep breaths to calm him self. "Hermione Jean Granger, would you do me the great honor of being my girl friend?" He said as he dropped to one knee before her.