Soulmates

Soulmates

Hermione Granger sighed soulfully and shoved away her Charms book, idly fingering her sleek shiny perfect hair. She stared off into space. She couldn't concentrate on Charms, not now. What was Charms, after all, compared to the charms of Harry Potter?

"Hey, Hermione, how are you doing?" Hermione almost jumped on hearing Harry's affectionate, concerned voice. He was so sweet, so sensitive...

"Hermione! Why are you studying for Charms? You're boring." Ron's boorish voice grated on her ears, and tears filled her eyes. How could he say that? Her heart breaking, Hermione looked to Harry for support.

There was silence for a minute or ten until Harry noticed that Hermione was looking at him.

" Uh...right....um, Ron, please do not say that. Hermione is an intelligent, intellectual woman and her studies are her top priorities. As a friend, you should not denigrate her interests."

Ron rolled his eyes and whined,

"Whatever. It's boorrring. And what does 'denigrate' mean, anyway?"

Hermione sighed inwardly. How understanding and supportive Harry was.

"Yeah...Hermione?"

"Yes, Harry?" Harry could not help but wonder how soothing the shrill, anxious tone of Hermione's voice was.

"We need your help with this spell thing against Voldemort." Hermione felt her insides go all squirmy. It was so special that Harry could always come to her whenever he desperately needed to escape an evil overlord, even if he never told her about anything else.

"Well, Harry, what you need to do is..." Blissfully, Hermione lost herself in helping her dear Harry, while Ron amused himself by shoving Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans up his nose and snorting them out. Hermione once looked up to give Ron a stern look, but Ron just stuck his tongue out at her and waggled it in the air.

Finally, Hermione finished, and beamed triumphantly at Harry.

"All done!"

"Thank you so much for your selfless aid, Hermione. I really appreciate all the times you've helped me."

"C'mon, Harry, let's go eat and play Quidditch!" said Ron, bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet.

"Not now, Ron," said Harry firmly. "I want to talk with Hermione about our relationship."

"Oh, Harry!" squealed Hermione with delight.

"Relationship? What relationship?" said Ron, his freckled brow darkening with jealous hatred. "You and Hermione have been getting it on?" His voice rose threateningly. "Hermione, you're MINE, do you hear? Mine!"

"Hermione is not a possession, Ron," Harry said, and performed a simple Banishing Spell and sent Ron flying into Lavender's arms.

"Now, Hermione, let us talk."

"Okay, Harry, let's talk."

"Okay."

"Okay."

"Um..." But Harry's flow of eloquence was interrupted by Ron, who burst back into the room, crying,

"You won't get rid of me that easily! You're mine, Hermione! You belong to me!"

Ron began to drag Hermione out of the room by the hair.

Luckily, Harry transfigured him into a rose and gave it to Hermione, tenderly telling her that it was proof of his love.

"Gee, Harry...thanks..."

"Any time."

"Right...so what were we talking about?"

"How much we love each other."

"Right."

"Right."

"Er...well..." Harry interrupted Hermione's touching speech by chastely brushing her lips with his and maintaining contact for about a second and a half. Hermione found herself comparing Harry's kiss with the way Ron used to kiss her, and her eyes filled with tears. She wondered why she was crying. It must be because Harry is so sweet and gentle, while Ron was so rough.

Unfortunately Harry's transfiguration spell wore off at this juncture and the rose turned back into Ron.

Harry and Hermione solved this difficulty by sending Ron off on a suicidal mission against Voldemort--it took some pushing and shoving, as Ron was such a selfish coward that it was a wonder he was ever Sorted into Gryffindor, but they did it in the end.

"So."

"Um..."

There was a silence, and Hermione thought dreamily that it was so nice that she and Harry could share silences together, without talking. With some people...some obnoxious red-haired people...this silence might have been awkward or stiff, but not with Harry. They were soulmates, after all.