"You know, the other students are enjoying the day as a Hogsmeade weekend," said Hermione, as they lay on an extremely soft couch in each other's arms.
Harry got the clue instantly. "I'll make it up to you, my love. Can we just lay here and pretend it's a date?"
"No! You're going to have to take me on a proper date next Hogsmeade weekend."
Harry summoned up a little bit of strength and hit her with a burst of Legilimency to see if he could find out exactly what she wanted. She was aching all over, and she wanted to relax. "Oho, but what if I give you a massage right here?" asked Harry.
"That's cheating!" giggled Hermione. "But I'm not going to say no." She took off her robes and sweater, leaving a tank-top on. Harry gave a hopeful look, and Hermione smirked. "Oh no, you're not getting any more than this. Now get to work!" she laughed as she flopped face down on the couch. Harry carefully placed his hands on her shoulders, noticing the runes he had etched into her back were now giving a barely visible glow and pulsing faintly. He began kneading her shoulders and her neck gently, afraid of hurting her.
"Harder, Harry, I can barely feel it." Harry began pushing down with more weight, pressing his thumbs into the base of her neck while rubbing her shoulders with his palms.
"I was worried I would hurt you... do you feel anything from these scars?" Harry asked. He suddenly felt her tense up, and he stopped his massage.
"Do... do they... oh, they must be disgusting to look at... I'm sorry, Harry," Hermione said, nearly getting up. "We shouldn't have done this."
Pushing her back down as gently as he could, Harry said, "No, Hermione. I told you that you were beautiful when I was carving these runes, and you're still beautiful now. I'm just worried that... well, I might have done something wrong and they might not have healed properly. Does anything hurt?"
Harry could feel Hermione calm down as her breathing evened out. "Thank you, Harry. You did everything right. I can't even feel the runes, and I sometimes forget they're there." She relaxed more and closed her eyes. "Can you move lower? The middle of my back... yes, just below the shoulder blades... right there... mmm..." Harry continued the massage for half an hour, until he was certain Hermione was asleep. Feeling completely spent himself, he flopped down beside her, with his head resting on her back.
Once again, he found himself flying. He knew right from the beginning that he had to look for Hermione this time. He flew along the coast, searching for her. Where could she be this time? Seeing a fuzzy brown speck down on the ground, he dove towards it. He'd found her, but she wasn't alone. There was a scarred, blue eyeball rolling around. It was going to hurt her! He snatched up the eyeball, flying out to the sea and dropped it. Returning to Hermione, he landed beside her. She stared at him with big, dark brown eyes, regarding him curiously. The short brown feathers on her head were slightly ruffled, giving her a very soft, bushy appearance. She chirped to him to follow, where she led him to a hole in the ground. Hopping in, she led him deeper and deeper until they found themselves in the Chamber of Secrets at school. Hermione glanced around, spotting something. She hooted to Harry, alerting him of the danger. Harry flew over and saw a snake swimming just below the surface of the water, so he dove down, snatched it out. Hermione flew up to join him as they carried the snake away.
Harry woke rather peacefully. "I wonder what that was," he mused. He discovered they had both shifted in their sleep, and Harry now had his arms wrapped protectively around Hermione.
"Yeah, me too. You were the osprey, weren't you, Harry?" Hermione had woken up at the same time.
"Yeah... wait, how did you know what I was? Were we dreaming the same dream?"
"I don't know... but it felt like a continuation of our animagus dream. What was I? I had no idea I was able to fly until the end."
"You were an owl, Hermione. A small brown one. I don't know what type, though..."
"A burrowing owl! This whole time I was looking up burrowing animals like rats and squirrels and rabbits because the last dream I had this instinct to run underground a lot. I'm an owl?" She laughed.
"Well, you were certainly a very cute owl," said Harry. He thought about it for a second, and laughed. "And it fits you so well! The feathers and everything! And the fact that you'd rather walk than fly... until I got there..."
"Well, I think the osprey fit you very well, too, Harry. You had jet-black feathers on your head instead of the usual white... and the green eyes told me it was you for sure. And you certainly love doing those daring dives when you play Quidditch."
"I'm glad we finally found our forms, Hermione. I honestly think... I wouldn't be an animagus without you."
"And I wouldn't want to be one without you. Thank you, Harry. I'm glad we'll be able to fly together... in human or animal form."
Monday classes were cancelled, so the students and staff could prepare for the Halloween Feast as well as the Choosing of the Champions. Early in the morning, dozens of extra aurors arrived to ensure extra security around Hogwarts, and especially around the Great Hall. Even an exorcist had arrived, threatening Peeves with a permanent banishment if he didn't behave for the day. Early in the afternoon, many officials began arriving, including Ludo Bagman and Bartemius Crouch. Several reporters had already begun to interview the potential champions, as well as some of the staff members for their favourite picks. Hermione, knowing that reporters rarely ever got a chance to come on campus, knew that a few of them were likely to use the opportunity to ambush Harry and get an article on him, decided to spend as much of the day as possible in the Gryffindor tower. Harry certainly didn't mind, and thanked her for the most excellent excuse to spend most of a day snogging on a couch.
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