Waiting Room

Waiting Room

By: Hermione M. Potter

"Tonight?"

"Yes, tonight."

"Why?"

"I have to. Will you wait for me?"

"I'll wait for you, Harry. I love you."

"I love you too, Hermione."

.''~*~''.

23-year-old Hermione Ann Granger sat impatiently at her desk in her office. She wanted to get out of that stuffy office as soon as possible. There were to many pictures and pictures bring back memories and memories don't bring back Harry Potter. Harry Potter. He had been gone for almost 6 years. Hermione or Ronald Weasley hadn't heard of him. She missed him so much. Why couldn't she just throw or put away the pictures?

She simply couldn't.

I sign in my name.

I guess I have to wait a while.

Hermione Apparated to her house that she shared with Ron. It wasn't big but it wasn't small either: 3 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, a living room, a kitchen, and a library. Hermione and Ron had each taken a room and they had left the third one with only a bed in hope of someday giving it to Harry. Sometimes Hermione would go to his room, lock the door, and cry for hours.

I'm gonna play this game,

Call me up if you know how to dial.

She remembered the day he had left. All he had told her was that he was leaving that day and that he loved her. She had told him that she was going to wait for him. And she was sure hell waiting for him. The question that was in her mind constantly was why he hadn't owled her. She was pretty sure that Hedwig could find them.

You always had my number.

You need to be my lover.

Hermione sighed and wiped her tears from her face. She got up and left the room. As she was walking down the kitchen, she saw Ron sitting with his 2-year girlfriend. It hadn't come much of a shock to Hermione when he had announced that he was dating Luna Lovegood, former Ravenclaw and daughter of the editor of The Quibbler.

"Hey Luna. Hey Ron," she said quietly since they were both to busy snogging to even look up. None of them noticed the tear-stained face that Hermione had. 'When is he coming? I want to do that with him....' she thought sadly.

Humiliation.

I'm in the waiting room.

"Why didn't you tell her?" Luna asked him.

"Why? It'll ruin the surprise," Ron answered.

"She sounded really sad you know," she said. "You should have told her, Ronald."

"Right," he replied and brought Luna's lips back to his.

If we both want the love,
And I wait long enough,
Then the ground that we're on might be coming.

Hermione made her way back up to the Room and just sat there for a while. She checked her watch. 6:20 pm. More time wasted. She loved him so much and he hadn't tried to contact her. Did he know that she loved him? Wasn't everything that she did proof enough that she loved him?

All I can do is wait for you.
All I can do is wait for you.
I'm all alone in the waiting room.
I'm all alone in the waiting room.

"Why haven't you come back?" she asked the emptiness. She missed him dearly. Ron would often come into the Room, find Hermione crying as she did so many times and he would carry her to her room. There he would try to comfort her, but often to many times he himself would be trapped in her grief and he would too cry.

When you buried in solitude,

It can get real thick.

Desire. It was the only thing that kept her alive. Her desire for him kept her going everyday. She hoped that if he ever came back that he would sweep her off her feet and carry her into his room and make sweet love to her until morning came. But just these thoughts made her sick with sadness.

Desire is your only food,

It can get you sick.

Hermione knew he was handsome. His midnight black hair sticking out even if he tried to tame it, his piercing green eyes that could search into her soul, and his handsomely built body that he developed. There were other guys that had tried to woo her but she resisted. Hermione said she would wait and she would wait. She would wait even if it meant slowly dying from it.

You know you're so fine!

I'm over here standing in this line,

Just waiting in the waiting room.

The Waiting Room she had called it. His room now had a name. It was the only place where she could just let it all out. Let everything about Harry take her over. Anyone who would see Hermione Granger would say that she was holding out strong. But she wasn't. She would force a smile and nod but inside her heart was breaking.

While I'm in the waiting room,

A thousand thoughts I think of you,

What made Hermione fall in love with Harry Potter? Everything that was him. No, she didn't fall in love with the Boy-Who-Lived; she fell in love with courageous, brave, honest, loyal, and of course handsome Harry Potter. Maybe it was that whenever he talked to her, he would look deep into her eyes, as if he were reading her soul. Or maybe it was that he always knew what was wrong with her. Whatever it was it brought her down, hard.

Whatever you did, it's got me glued

It's icky, it's sticky, ooh!

Hermione would fall asleep on his bed and think about the future. She would have dreams about her wedding; about giving birth to her first child with him by her side; about lying together in his bed and just being content. But she would wake the next day and find that they were only dreams, figments of her imagination. She lied to herself. She told herself that she only came up here once in a while. The truth was that she didn't come sometimes, or once a week, no, she came here everyday.

You're the one I'm dreaming of,

Why does this feel like wasted time?

'Maybe he is traveling,' she thought to herself as she was sprawled over his bed, trying to read a book. 'Yeah. Sure. Traveling love,' He would at least owl her. She sighed. Alas, she was still thinking about him.

What a price is traveling love?

You and me trapped between these lights,

Oooh, you're so mine!

Hermione got up from the bed and grabbed her book when she heard a knock on the door. She furrowed her eyebrows; Ron doesn't knock; Luna doesn't come up here. Hermione slowly opened the door. What she saw made her faint.

All I can do is wait for you (I'm just waiting for you),
All I can do is wait for you (you know you want me),
All I can do is wait for you (you always had my number),
All I can do is wait for you (you know you need to be my lover),
All I can do is wait for you.

"Harry?" she asked when she had come around. Was it really he?

"Yes, love?" he asked her in his own low voice.

"Wha-what are you doing here?" she faintly asked.

"You're not happy to see me?" Harry asked her. Hermione sat up and looked around. She was still in the Waiting Room. She turned to him and smiled.

"Of course I am," Hermione replied and crushed his lips with hers. She let go of him because she knew that she was crushing him. When she let him go Hermione asked the vital question, "Why did you make me wait for six years? Why didn't you even owl me?"

Wait for you. Wait for... why are you making me wait? Why are you making me wait?

I'm all alone in the waiting room. I'm all alone in the waiting room.

Harry sighed and told her his tale: about how he couldn't owl because it might get intercepted; how he was held captive by a group of Death Eaters for four years without his wand; how the Ministry of Magic wouldn't let him Apparate here; how he got ambushed by another group of Death Eaters; how he was forced to spend a year in a small hotel room; how he finally managed to escape the DEs.

Hermione sighed and snuggled with him. Harry noticed that her eyes were bloodshot and swollen. He questioned her about it.

"Harry, you've been gone for six years and I hadn't received a single owl from you. You told me to wait for you. I said I would. I expected two years at most. But six, Harry? How do you think I felt?"

Harry hugged her and kissed her forehead. "Love, I'm so sorry. I expect you've been crying in your sleep and suffering."

"No Harry. I didn't cry in my sleep because I would cry everyday after work. I would come up here and cry for hours until Ron would find me in such a horrible state and carried me back to my room. I dubbed this room the Waiting Room."

"Why?"

"Why? Well, about a few years ago, I heard this song. It was called Waiting Room. It was about how this girl had to wait for love and how she was alone there. At least that's what it meant to me. I would come here and wait for love; wait for you Harry Potter," Hermione replied.

"Oh love," Harry said sadly. Hermione kissed him and he replied.

Finally Hermione got her wish about being made sweet love until morning because now that Harry was there he would do exactly as she wished. No more waiting for Hermione. She got what she was waiting for.

Will you call me when it's my turn?

The End