Let The Truth Be Told

Chapter 6

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Back at Hogwarts, Harry and Hermione were still stressing massively on how they should act on their feelings for each other.

Harry, who had gone out for a fly, decided it was too cold to stay outside and made his way back to his dormitory window. When he got there, he discovered it was locked. He also discovered that he left his wand in his room

'Must've been blown shut my the wind,' Harry thought to himself.

He began to fly down towards the Gryffindor common room window. He peered cautiously in to see if Hermione was in there. To his relief, she wasn't. He realized that this window was also locked. There was only one other way in, that is if he didn't want to fly halfway around the castle, and he didn't. A snow storm had just started.

Harry took a deep breath and began to fly towards the girls' tower, where Hermione was. He was shaking terribly when he got there. Seeing Hermione sitting on the edge of her bed reading was both a welcoming and scary sight for Harry. He tapped on the window.

'What is he doing out there?' Hermione thought.

She opened the window and let Harry in.

"What were you doing out th-" As Harry was getting in the room, he tripped and fell on top of Hermione.

"Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry," Harry stammered as he quickly got off Hermione. They were both blushing horribly and avoiding eye contact.

"It's really alright. What were you doing out there in that cold?" Hermione asked as she shut the window.

"I went for a fly, I really didn't think it would start storming out there," Harry replied taking the blanket off Hermione's bed and wrapping himself in it.

"I see, let's go to the common room, and get you warmed up before you catch a cold."

"I thought you should k-know that you don't catch the common cold from being cold," Harry teased.

"Oh, you know what I mean," Hermione retaliated and she threw a pillow at Harry.

"Alright, I could use some hot cocoa."

Hermione picked up a book and they walked down the staircase. Harry still had Hermione's blanket around him. Her sat in one of the couches front of the fireplace and Hermione sat on the opposite one in.

"Feel better?" asked Hermione.

"Not too much," Answered Harry, his voice still shaky.

Hermione got up, walked over to Harry's couch and sat down next to him. She put her hand on his forehead to feel his temperature. And although Harry was in his condition, felt his face begin to warm up.

"You don't have a temperature. I'll go get you something warm from the kitchen."

"Thanks, Mione."

With that, Hermione disappeared through the portrait hole without noticing that Harry had his eyes on her the entire time.

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An hour before they arrived at Kings Cross Station, Ron came up with a brilliant, ok not brilliant, but at least he had an idea.

"Maybe we should send anonymous letters to each of them saying that their secret admirers want to meet them in the common room or something?" Ron asked.

"Ron, that's one of the worst ideas ever," said Ginny who was leaning on Seamus's shoulder.

"Well, the secret admirer thing isn't too bad, although it really won't work because once they find out they didn't write them to each other, they'll kill us," Lavender said thoughtfully.

"What if you sent them a letter saying that you two have been going out for some time now?" Seamus suggested. "Maybe they'll think 'hey, Ron and Lav are doing it, so we might as well.'"

"You ARE kidding right?" Ron asked. "That's even worse than MY idea."

"Okay, how about this? I assume they still haven't talked to each other since we left, so why don't we just try to persuade them to talk to each other. No secret admirer notes, just regular notes." Lavender suggested.

"Or we can just tell them that they like each other," Ron said.

"We're almost there, why don't we just go with Ron's idea? We don't have much to lose, do we?" Seamus asked with a yawn.

"Alright, I'll wrote to Hermione," Ron said.

"And I'll write to Harry," finished Lavender.

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Hermione came back through the portrait hole carrying a tray with two cups of hot cocoa, two bowls of soup and two bottles of warm butterbeer.

"Let's hope this makes both of us warmer," smiled Hermione.

"Yeah, thanks a lot, Mione."

"It's not a problem," answered Hermione sitting down on the opposite couch.

"So, Hermione, I've been meaning to ask you, how have you been?" Harry asked taking a sip of the butterbeer.

"I've been okay, why?"

"Well, earlier today, when we bumped into each other, you seemed like you were crying. Is everything alright?" Harry asked leaning forward.

"Yes, everything is quite alright," Hermione answered opening her book.

"You're lying, I can tell. C'mon, Mione, you can tell me, I am your best friend, you know?"

"I assure you that I'm okay, nothing I can't deal with," Hermione said without looking up from her book.

"Hogwarts: A History again? Even I almost have that thing memorized because of you," Harry teased. "Alright, fine, since you won't tell me what's wrong with you, can we at least play a game?"

"Alright," Hermione answered closing her book and placing it on the table in front of her. "I guess..."