Harry and Hermione: I trust you

Chapter three

Hermione awakened long early before everyone had, even before her parents. She had a lot of stuff on her mind with everything that happened with Harry the day before. As Hermione stood in the kitchen, mechanically going through the motions of making breakfast, her mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. She couldn't believe that she had almost kissed Harry, her best friend, on the roof yesterday. The memory of their shared moment hung heavy in her mind, both exhilarating and terrifying.

Part of her wanted to dismiss it as a momentary lapse in judgment, a result of the warmth and intimacy of the evening. But another part of her couldn't deny the flutter of excitement that had stirred within her, the undeniable pull she felt towards Harry.

As she stirred the eggs in the pan, Hermione couldn't shake the nagging feeling of uncertainty that gnawed at her insides. Had she ruined their friendship by letting things go too far? Was Harry mad at her for almost kissing him, or did he feel the same way?

The sound of footsteps behind her snapped Hermione out of her reverie, and she turned to see Harry entering the kitchen, a sleepy smile on his face. Relief flooded through her at the sight of him, dispelling some of her anxiety.

"Morning, Hermione," Harry greeted her, rubbing his eyes. "Smells good. What are you making?"

Hermione forced a smile, grateful for the distraction. "Just some eggs and toast," she replied, sounding casual. "Nothing fancy."

As they sat down to eat, Hermione couldn't shake the feeling that something was unspoken between them, a tension that lingered beneath the surface. But as they exchanged small talk and shared smiles over breakfast, she couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope that their friendship could weather whatever storm lay ahead.

Afterward, they began practicing some magic. s Harry and Hermione sat in Hermione's living room on a sweltering summer afternoon, trying to find relief from the heat, Harry suddenly felt a strange sensation building up inside him. It started as a tingling in his fingertips, then spread throughout his body, like a surge of energy waiting to be unleashed.

"Hermione, do you feel that?" Harry asked, his voice tinged with confusion.

Hermione glanced over at him, furrowing her brow in concern. "Feel what, Harry?"

Before Harry could respond, a burst of icy cold air erupted from his mouth, enveloping the room in a shimmering haze of frost. Hermione gasped in astonishment as she watched the air crystallize before her eyes, forming delicate patterns of frost on the furniture and walls.

"What... what just happened?" Hermione exclaimed, her eyes wide with disbelief.

Harry stared at his hands in awe, still processing what had just occurred. "I... I'm not sure," he admitted, feeling a mixture of wonder and trepidation. "But I think I just... I just breathed ice."

Hermione's mind raced as she tried to make sense of the phenomenon. "But that's impossible," she murmured, her brow furrowed in concentration. "Wandless magic of that kind... it's unheard of."

As Harry and Hermione marveled at the astonishing display of wandless ice breath, a sense of excitement and anticipation filled the air. Despite the initial shock, they couldn't help but feel a rush of exhilaration at the discovery of Harry's newfound ability.

Eager to explore this unexpected development further, Hermione suggested, "Harry, we should experiment with this! Imagine the possibilities!"

Harry's eyes lit up with excitement as he nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah, Hermione, let's do it! Who knows what else I might be able to do?"

With newfound determination, they set out to uncover the extent of Harry's newfound power. They spent hours testing different scenarios, from creating intricate ice sculptures to extinguishing small fires with Harry's icy breath.

As the excitement from their magical discovery began to subside, Harry and Hermione found themselves caught in a moment of comfortable silence, their eyes locking in a shared understanding of the extraordinary events that had just unfolded.

But then, as if on cue, a mischievous glint sparkled in Hermione's eyes, and a playful smirk tugged at the corners of her lips. "So, Harry," she began, her voice teasing, "does this mean you're secretly a wizarding ice prince?"

Harry couldn't help but laugh at Hermione's playful jest, feeling a surge of warmth and affection for her. "Well, I suppose stranger things have happened," he replied, his tone laced with amusement.

But then, in a bold move that surprised them both, Hermione reached out and gently brushed a stray lock of hair from Harry's forehead, her touch sending shivers down his spine. "You know, Harry," she said softly, her voice tinged with a hint of flirtation, "I always did have a thing for mysterious, ice-cold princes."

The air between them crackled with tension as Harry felt his cheeks flush with embarrassment, unsure of how to respond to Hermione's unexpected advance. But before he could gather his thoughts, Hermione let out a nervous giggle, breaking the spell of the moment.

"Sorry, Harry," she exclaimed, her cheeks turning pink with embarrassment. "I don't know what came over me. I guess I just got caught up in the moment."

Harry chuckled awkwardly, feeling a mixture of relief and disappointment at the sudden shift in their dynamic. "No worries, Hermione," he reassured her, his heart pounding in his chest. "It's all in good fun, right?"

And as they shared a sheepish grin, Harry and Hermione couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of their flirtatious banter, grateful for the lightheartedness that had defused the tension between them. 

However, one fateful afternoon, as they were exploring the attic in search of old books, they stumbled upon a dusty, forgotten chest tucked away in the corner.

Curiosity piqued, Harry and Hermione eagerly pried open the lid, revealing a trove of old trinkets and artifacts. But as they sifted through the contents, their excitement turned to horror when they uncovered a tattered old diary with an ominous aura.

Hermione's eyes widened in recognition as she gasped in disbelief. "Harry, that's... that's a Dark artifact," she whispered, her voice trembling with fear. "We need to get rid of it, now!"

But before they could act, a sinister presence seemed to fill the room, and the diary began to emit an eerie glow. Suddenly, with a burst of dark magic, the diary lashed out, enveloping Harry in a cloud of darkness.

Horrified, Hermione watched helplessly as Harry's eyes glazed over, his body seized by an unknown force. "Harry, snap out of it!" she cried, her voice echoing through the attic. "Fight it!"

But it was too late. Harry's once familiar gaze had turned cold and distant, and a sinister smile played at the corners of his lips. "You dare to defy me, Mudblood?" he sneered, his voice twisted with malice.

Hermione's heart sank as she realized the truth: Harry had been possessed by the dark magic of the diary. And as she stared into his vacant eyes, she knew that the boy she had once called her friend was gone, replaced by a dangerous enemy.

With a heavy heart, Hermione knew that she had no choice but to confront the darkness that had consumed Harry. As she prepared to face the greatest challenge of her life, she silently prayed that their friendship would survive the darkness that threatened to tear them apart.

A/n: Sorry for the wait I'm dealing with a loss in my family right now so you will start to see this be a bit inconsistent before I get back on track with this story. I hope you liked this chapter. I'll see you in the next one. :)