Just Because It's Wednesday

Just Because It's Wednesday

Hermione Granger sat down, trying to process all the thoughts running through her head at the moment. Ron was so impossible, how could she have ever thought to fall in love with some on like him? All he cared about was himself and his needs. Was it so hard for someone to love her? Ron would never do anything for her, whether it was important to her or just because he did not want to. He wouldn't even express himself to her; she never knew what he was thinking or feeling. It was all very frustrating. When he asked her out she was happy and excited, but now, after she figured out what he was truly like, she was beginning to get fed up with his behavior. That damn Ron. Deciding she no longer wished to think about him or their problems she reached into her bag and pulled out her favorite book.

Ten minutes into her book she was interrupted. "Come on! Hurry up, let's go! Come on, Hermione," said Harry, almost yelling, excitedly as he grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the Portrait Hole. She was just getting to her favorite part in the book when Harry lifted her out of her comfortable armchair in front of the fire. Confused, she allowed herself to be dragged into the corridor until her common sense kicked in.

"Harry, wait! What's going on? Where are you taking me?" she asked, annoyed at his behavior yet somewhat amused. She had little tolerance when it came between her and a book. Looking at Harry, who had a twinkle in his emerald eyes, she gave in with a small chuckle and said, "You're acting crazy."

"You'll see when we get there, but we have to go quickly or they might be gone!" They? They who? What did he so desperately need to show her?

With that he grabbed her hand again and hurried off towards the Entrance Hall. As hard as she tried, she could not get him to loosen his grip or tell her what was going on. All she got out of him was "just wait and see." As they approached the great oak doors Harry started to slow down, and stopped abruptly once they were just outside them.

"You have to be quiet or they might get scared and go away, ok? Their hearing is amazing," he whispered to her. She was about to protest when he put his finger to his lips, indicating for her to stay quiet. 'He is completely off his rocker' she thought as she followed him towards the lake. After a few minutes of awkward sneaking Harry changed directions and turned towards the Forbidden Forrest.

"Oh no, Harry, please don't tell me we're going..." But she didn't get a chance to finish the sentence. He pulled her down, behind a bush, when she heard the most beautiful sound. Harry smiled; almost pleased with himself, as he parted the leaves to show Hermione what he had found a half an hour ago.

There, in a small clearing, were hundreds of soft lights, flying around and singing beautiful music. Fairies. It was the most beautiful sight she had ever seen. The trees were scattered to let in the pale silver light of the moon; the leaves rustled on the boughs in the soft wind, and the tiny creek ran quietly across the dew covered ground. The fairies were dancing and singing, enjoying the late hours of the beautiful spring evening without a care in the world. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen but she silently wondered why Harry would go to such lengths to show her this. Why didn't he show Cho? Surely she would appreciate this and it would be a wonderful chance for Harry to redeem himself from their Valentine's date from the year before.

Hermione and Harry sat in silence as they watched the splendid scene while Harry stole glances at the beautiful girl sitting mere inches from him. If only she knew how much he cared for her. It broke his heart when he found out about her and Ron. Ron was so wrong for her, and he could see how unhappy she was with him. She didn't deserve someone like that, she deserved to be with someone who would truly love and appreciate her. Staring at her happy face he felt his heart flutter and his stomach flip. If only she knew. But he had to tell her tonight; tell her how wrong Ron was for her, how much he, Harry, loved her and wanted nothing more than to see her happy. A glistening tear fell down her cheek and he quickly cupped her face in his hand and wiped the tear away with his thumb.

Feeling his hand on her cheek she turned to face him, not realizing she had been crying. "Oh, Harry," she whispered as she began to openly cry. No more words were exchanged between the two but Harry knew exactly what she was thinking. Seeing this wonderful scene had thoughts rushing into her mind about Ron. Ron would have never done this for her, and at the moment she hated him so much. She hated everything about him. She tried so hard to love him despite his horrible demeanor, to push all thoughts of his crude behavior aside and find the good in him. But with a wrenching of her heart she realized that Ron could never be anything more than a friend to her. Looking at Harry, she could see the concern gleaming in his eyes as he wiped her tears away. She smiled and hugged him, whispering soft 'thank yous' in his ear as he held her tight.

Thirty minutes or so had passed and they were making their way back to the castle, a comfortable silence surrounding them while they both stole glances at one another. Confusion swept over Hermione as she again thought of why Harry would do something like this for her. She had to know. There was this new creeping feeling that she was getting in her stomach. She began to see Harry in a new light; the way his raven hair stuck out in certain places and fell into his eyes to hide most of the scar on his forehead. How his eyes held a certain happiness and warmth in them whenever he looked at her and how adorable his lips looked in the gleaming moonlight. The way his smile lit up his face with a boyish charm that she had not noticed before, or the way his body swayed as he walked, carelessly and gracefully across the grounds. She was suddenly feeling very nervous in his presence but determined to know exactly why it was she that he brought to see that beautiful sight.

"Harry?" she asked tentatively. He stopped and turned to look at her, smiling softly. "Yeah? What is it, Hermione?" She felt butterflies in her stomach when he spoke to her, hearing the... what was that? Love? ...The love in his voice as he spoke to her.

"Why did you bring... me... to see this tonight?" She avoided his eyes for a moment, not wanting him to see the confusion and hope in her eyes.

"Well, because..." he started weakly. She looked into his eyes and he gained more confidence, knowing that he had to let his feelings out for her. "Because it was one of the most beautiful things I had ever seen, and I immediately thought of you." A smile crept onto her face as tears were swimming in her eyes again. "Harry..." she began, but was cut off.

"No, wait Hermione. Let me get this out, please. Ever since our first summer at Grimmauld Place I felt more than, uh, friendly feelings towards you. But I never wanted to ruin our friendship by telling you because your friendship means the world to me. Then you started dating Ron and my heart was breaking because I know how wrong he is for you. You don't deserve to be treated the way he treats you, like he doesn't appreciate how truly wonderful and beautiful you really are. You need to be with someone who will do something romantic for you for no particular reason, someone who will give you a dozen roses just because it's Wednesday. Someone who will steal you away in the middle of the night and make you follow him to the forest not knowing what's waiting for you and finding a scene so beautiful and perfect that you may never see again."

"I want to be that person, Hermione. I want to be able to hold you and tell you how much I love you whenever I want to. And I don't know if you do, or ever will, feel the same way but it doesn't matter because I will always love..." but he didn't have a chance to finish because her lips connected with his at that very moment. He wrapped her in his arms and pulled her closer, so happy to finally be able to kiss her.

Listening to him speak made her feel like she was floating. Was he actually expressing his love to her? A happiness was coursing through her that she had never felt before as she took in his words. She forgot about Ron completely, she forgot everything. Nothing mattered right now except she was standing there with Harry as he expressed his feelings for her. Watching his eyes as fear, hope, love, and confusion swept through them. Without thinking she wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her lips firmly against his. He was unresponsive at first until he realized what she was doing. A smile was plastered on his face during the kiss, he couldn't help it, he had never been happier than in this moment.

He lifted her off the ground, twirling her in his arms and never once breaking the kiss. He set her back down gently and they broke apart. She smiled and bit her lip, feeling dizzy and lightheaded. She sighed and leaned into him, resting her head on his chest, "I love Wednesdays," she whispered with a smile playing on her lips. Harry chuckled and pulled her closer, "Any particular reason?" he whispered before catching her in another breathtaking kiss.

"No. Just because."