Fight For Her

Fight For Her

Chapter 2

In The Tent

Harry blinked as Hermione came into the tent. The red glow through the fabric silhouetted her body beautifully. She smiled down at him on the ground, turned and zipped the tent up. She fell to her knees and crawled along side him up to his face. When he lifted himself she put a delicate hand on his chest and laid him down again. When he tried to greet her of speak, she placed a finger on his lips. She whispered in his ear.

"I love you, Harry."

He touched her hair and ran his fingers through the curls, took one hand and pulled it down beside him. Face to face, pinned to the floor in the heated night, they looked into one another's eyes. She spoke delicately. "Harry, I love you so much every time you touch me, my heart beats faster and faster. You make me laugh and cry. You make me happy and mad. Just hearing your voice say my name drives me crazy. Harry, when you hold me, its like my heart is on fire, burning in rapture and nothing can ever hurt me again. I'm so safe with you. Harry, I'm in love with you…"

A tear tumbled down his cheek. He placed his hands on her sides and saw the twinkle in Hermione's eyes above him. He smiled, lifted his head and kissed her. So honest was that kiss that he wanted to believe every moment of that dream when he woke the next morning in the boys' dormitory.

He sat up in bed and recalled his dream. He reached for his glasses, put them on then ran a hand through his hair. He was sweating. He put a hand on his chest. His heard was pounding. Never before had he imagined Hermione to love him. A close friend he was definitely, but lover? What a wonderful feeling. He turned and looked out of the window on his left. It was still dark, and he noticed the buzzards and owls souring around the skies. He felt like that. Like he had grown wings and was flying so high it was dangerous, but all he wanted to do was fly! To reach the stars and circle the moon.

He whispered under his breath to himself as he slid back under the covers.

"I'm in love."

* * * * *

"Sir, Mr Potter, Sir!" came a dopey voice from above him. He blinked in the bright daylight from the window. He still had his glasses on.

"Dobby has your breakfast, Sir!" Dobby's long nose bouncing around Harry's face. Harry sat up in bed once again.

"Thank you Dobby. Long time no see. How are you?" Harry asked, cursing his brain for not repeating the dream in the extra hour of sleep he had gained.

"Dobby is proud, Sir." Dobby stood up on the end of the bed where a tray laid. He wore two odd socks; one that was once Vernon Dursley's, the other Dobby had knitted for himself.

"Dobby is proud because he has made Harry Potter a special breakfast." Dobby beamed from his unusual but trusting face.

"Oh, thank you Dobby. That's very kind." He said, as he was passed egg on toast, with two fried eggs in the shape of glasses, what seemed to be mint sauce as eyes and a big ketchup smile. Harry smiled up at Dobby. "That's very clever!" He said.

Dobby bowed and jumped off the bed. When he turned Harry quickly scraped off the mint sauce onto a napkin so as not to offend Dobby. As Harry ate the desired parts of the breakfast, Dobby began rummaging through Harry's clothes. They flew all over the room, and Harry could hear Dobby speaking to himself.

"No Dobby, trousers like that will not do on a camp. Harry Potter would be ever so cold on a chilly night… Dobby shouldn't pack that robe, it could ruin with plants and thorns and nasties…"

Harry, although not appreciating the comments on the wardrobe content and the flying clothes, was gentle with Dobby, who had still not quite developed a sense of private boundaries.

"Dobby, what are you doing?" He asked.

"Dobby must pack for Harry Potter. Harry Potter must save energy for fun in the sunshine!" He said from within the chest and gave a little twirl at the word sunshine.

"Thank you, Dobby, but maybe you would like to help me do it? I… erm… quite enjoy packing." He lied a little, when he saw the pile of the Dobby-recommended camp wear laid out.

Dobby, stepped back from the chest, with a speechless face. Then he sprang into life again.

"Oh Dobby would love to help Harry Potter pack!" He said hopping from foot to foot.

Then it was Harry's turn to freeze. That word. 'Love.' He sighed a little, then came to his senses and saw that the others were waking.

He turned back to Dobby, trying to keep himself and continued with the packing.

* * * * *

Harry, Ron and Dean searched the common room. There was no sign of Hermione. It was 11:40 and the common room was filled with bags and camping gear, giggling girls and lads kicking a football around. The last of the younger years were spilling out of the door to board the Hogwarts Express, so soon the common room was clear. They found Parvati and quizzed her to where Hermione might be. Giggling, she replied "I think she's still in the dorm. Go up if you want, she's decent, just packing still. She refused the help of a house elf. Said she 'didn't require a slave.'"

She turned back to the other girls and continued giggling and gossiping. Keeping his cool, he left Ron with Dean and a football and climbed the stairs to the girls' dormitory. He felt himself shake. The last view of Hermione he had seen was her lips against his. How would he or she act? He paused a moment, then entered after a deep breath.

Trying to sound casual, he entered with some dialogue so to control himself.

"Hermione, you're the last, come o…" He paused at the sight. He had come around the door and walked straight into a half dressed Hermione. "I'm so sorry, I didn't know…" He began heading for the door again. Holding a bed sheet around her she went after him.

"No, no! It's okay, Harry." She began, a little embarrassed but still too excited about the trip to worry that much.

"I didn't know what to wear! I wanted to look nice." She held his arm, keeping him from pulling away.

"Oh, Hermione you always look nice." He stopped himself too late. He blushed, and then saw her smile.

"Thanks Harry." She smiled, quite calmly. "That's really nice."

She turned and walked back towards the bed, she waved for Harry to follow but there was a mild distraction.

"Erm… Hermione?" He said from warped eyes.

"Mhm?" She answered going through her limited make up bag.

"You're only covering your front… I can still see… umm…" He drifted. She was gorgeous. He wondered why he wasn't over there right now holding her. His mind wondered and soaked in the whole image of her right there with thin red underwear… red underwear?

"Red underwear?" He said out loud by mistake. He turned and slapped his forehead in punishment for his stupidity.

"Well I wanted to wear something special!" She exclaimed quite naturally. She was still smiling. She kept her eyes on Harry.

"Oh Harry, just come over. I don't care if you see me! Its too late now isn't it?! Lets just enjoy the day." She pulled out a nice mauve top and pulled it on. There were alarms going on all over Harry's head. CLEAVAGE! CLEAVAGE!

He turned back again to keep control over himself. He inhaled then exhaled. With out turning back he called to her as he went back out the door.

"I better go and find Ron, meet you in five, Hermione?"

"Oh okay, sure thing!"

"Want me to take some of your stuff?" He said picking up a large bag of hers and heading for the door.

"Oh thanks, Harry, that's really…" She got cut off.

He closed the door quickly behind him, paused, put the bag at the foot of the stairs and brushed himself down.

"Down, boy." He commanded himself.