Disclaimer: I own all the Harry Potter books. Unfortunately I didn't write any of them. That would be J K Rowling.

Author's note: This story started out as a comic strip that I did about two years ago. I wish you could see the original because the drawings add most of the fun, but I hope you like it as a story anyway. This is my first so please tell me what you think. By the way this is actually Ron/Hermione not Harry/Hermione, as it may seem at first.

Harry was sat at a table in the common room, idly doodling on a scrap of parchment. He had written the initials HP and HG in fancy writing, encircled by a ring of hearts.

"What's that Harry?" asked Hermione, seeing the corner of the hearts as she looked up from her History of Magic essay.

"Oh it's nothing," Harry said quickly hiding the rest of the parchment, "It's just my potions essay that's all." Harry got up and threw the piece of parchment on the fire as he passed.

"Harry, didn't you just say that was you're potions essay?" Hermione asked, staring quizzically between the parchment curling in the flames and Harry.

"Oh, er, no, I said it was my…erm…emotions essay. Yes, that was it."

"And what were you writing in your emotions essay?"

"Oh, just that I love y- I mean hate erm… Snape. It's getting late I'm going to bed."

Harry climbed the stairs to his dormitory leaving a puzzled Hermione staring into the fire at the blackened parchment.

That night Harry had a dream. He was back in the common room with Hermione, but this time they had their lips pressed tight together.

"Harry you kiss wonderfully," said Hermione when they broke apart.

"I know," he replied.

"I've got to go now, Harry," Hermione said walking out of the door.

"No Hermione come back!" cried Harry out loud. He tried to follow her out of the common room but something was tangled around him, suffocating him. He managed to pull it off but fell over onto the floor. He got up and started after her. He put his arms round something solid. It was Hermione. He reached out to kiss her.

As his lips touched he woke up as horrible smelly liquid squirted all over him.

"Eeeeeuuurrrrgh," Harry moaned, "where am I?"

"What were you doing Harry? Were you trying to steal my mimbulous mimbletonia? Well it's natural defences work too well for you don't they?" said Neville, getting out of his bed dripping wet.

"What? Why would I want to steal your mimble mumble what ever it is? I was kissing Herm- oops, I mean I was pis- no, I meant I was hissing at a cat. Yeah, I was hissing at a cat."

Harry realised that he had been sleep walking. He must have got caught in the duvet, fallen out of bed, and then walked over here and kissed Neville's mimbulous mimbletonia.

"You've made my bed and me all wet. Now everyone will think I've wet it again. Thanks a lot."

"Sorry Neville, I'll sort it out. Now what was that spell? Hermione would know," Harry said, thinking of Hermione and wishing the dream had been real, "Oh yeah: Scourgify!" The green smelly pus disappeared leaving an underweight baby elephant in its place. "Oops, sorry about the elephant. I'm not too good at spells like that."

"No problem. I've always wanted a baby elephant. Aaaaaaawww! Isn't it sweet! I'll call it Baldric."

"Riiiiight. I think I'll just go back to bed now. Night Neville."

"Night."

More coming soon. Hope you like it. Please R&R.