The Only One He Ever Feared

The Only One He Ever Feared

Chapter 4

Harry lay awake in his hospital wing bed, his mind stressing out completely. He couldn't stop thinking about Hermione, with the receding day's events replaying through his mind. He really cared about her, and he was sure that he felt something else for her, above the level of friendship.

He could feel his ribs healing; it didn't hurt as much as the Skele-grow did in second year. But for once, he wished he did feel some pain. He needed something to keep his mind off of Hermione for the time being. But, it was just his luck that he felt nothing that distracted him from thinking about her.

So he gave up and surrendered his mind to the thoughts about her and let himself be immersed in them. It was like a slideshow in his mind playing in front of his eyes, allowing him to reminisce his friendship with Hermione. Like, the past few days he started to notice little things when he was around her. Such as today at breakfast, their hands had touched briefly when she had passed him a stack of toast. He felt like he nearly had a heart attack. And when she had wiped his forehead off after he woke up not long ago, her fingertips barely brushed against his face and a jolt of electricity surged through his body.

And it wasn't just things that she did to him, it was also things about her that he'd never paid attention to before. When she did her homework and she had to think hard about something, she bit her lip and held her quill just barely above the parchment, waiting for the moment that she thought of the perfect sentence to add to her essay.

They also had such a long history together; he'd known her for six years after all. He began to think of the troll incident in first year. He suppressed a chuckle at the thought of sticking his own wand up its nose to save Hermione. After Hermione took the blame for the whole thing to keep Ron and him out of trouble, their friendship finally came together and they became the Golden Trio.

"Too bad Ron's friendship with us has fallen apart," he mused sadly.

Second year was a drag, with people talking about him behind his back and the constant fear of Hermione being attacked because of her being Muggleborn. But, he destroyed the memory of Tom Riddle and Hermione was cured from being petrified.

Third year of course was when he had discovered the truth of his godfather, Sirius Black, whose death the previous year was still haunting him. He and Hermione had rescued him from the Dementors and managed to also rescue Buckbeak.

The traumatic experience in Fourth Year still invaded his dreams and kept him from sleeping. The Yule Ball was amazing and Hermione had looked so beautiful. He smiled at how funny it was the way Krum tried to pronounce her name correctly. His voice had sounded so...so...wait. No way. Oh Merlin! That can't be possible!!

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