It was one of those days, where everything went wrong. One of those days that Murphy's Law seemed to reign. First she'd overslept and missed her first class, then she'd gotten detention for that and then she had to meet up with Malfoy and his cronies from the reject pile. Nothing went right.
She sighed and walked into the one place she knew she could find solace. The Library. She breathed in the smell of books and paper and ink. She reveled in it. It brought her comfort somehow, knowing that regardless of everything in the world there would always be books in the world.
She smiled, spotting a black head at one of the tables. She snuck up behind him and covered his eyes with her hands.
"Guess who?"
He grinned, "Let me guess…Ron? No…his hands are softer…"
She lifted her hands and playfully swatted his back. "How dare you say that big git has softer hands than I do."
He smiled back at her and everything in the world seemed fine.
"Let's get to work on our potions essay. Professor Snape wanted at least fifteen feet on the effects of the Draught of Living Death and it's ingredients." She said.
They took to the books, but somehow, she couldn't seem to concentrate. She seemed to be preoccupied with the way he looked when he was working. Did he ever frown that cutely when he was working? She'd never noticed before.
There was a lock of hair that kept falling in his face, she was exerting all of her self-control not to reach over and brush it away.
He abruptly looked up and smiled at her, and she was lost in deep green eyes, two pools of emerald green.
Then, all of a sudden, it came to her, it wasn't an earth shattering revelation that shook her world. It was a quiet acceptance of something that had been building up over many years and many moments. She was in love with Harry Potter. It wasn't the sort of love that was between brother and sister, like her and Ron, it wasn't the kind of love that was between best friends.
She was head over heels in love with Harry James Potter and she didn't know how to tell him.
And as if he could read her mind, he said, "Hermione, what would I ever do without you."
And it struck her, she didn't know what she'd do without him too. So she just smiled and told him that he'd never have to be without her.
Fangboy: Okay. I'm not dead. I'm just really really really busy. Yeah. This is a one shot unless anyone can persauade me otherwise. Then it'll become a two-parter. Yeah. And if anyone asks, yes, I'm a girl.