Harry's POV
It was a lazy spring afternoon as Harry sat in charms between his two best friends. As a gentle breeze came through the window, Harry caught a whiff of Hermione's scent. It was the scent of lilacs, new parchment, and something that Harry couldn't exactly place but knew was unique to Hermione. He loved the smell of her. He loved her.
Harry had known that he'd loved Hermione for quite some time. However he knew that he could never tell her. First of all it would break up the trio whose bonds had grown so strong over the 5 years that they had been together. And second, he was absolutely positive that she did not love him back. She liked him as a friend as she always had. He agreed with everyone about Hermione and Ron someday realizing that they were meant for each other.
"Harry do I have something on my face?"
"Huh?"
"Well it's just that you've been staring at me for the past minute."
"Oh, I-uh, sorry I was- I guess I just dozed off…"
Damn. Now she'll probably think that I'm some sort of freak. Harry had found himself staring at Hermione a lot these days. Though usually he was able to catch himself before she noticed. But he had been so wrapped up in his own thoughts that he hadn't even noticed when she turned to look at him. Oh well. Maybe she believed me. He sighed and tried to actually pay attention for the rest of the class.
Hermione's POV
He had been staring at her for a full minute before she decided to say anything. Well, she hadn't actually decided to say anything. It's just that she had realized that she had been staring at him too. Her cheeks grew a dangerous shade of red until she realized that he was to out of it to notice. So she decided to make like she hadn't noticed until just then.
"Harry do I have something on my face?"
"Huh?"
"Well it's just that you've been staring at me for the past minute."
"Oh, I-uh, sorry I was- I guess I just dozed off…"
Well, apparently I'm so uninteresting he just fell asleep looking at me. Hermione sighed as she thought of this. She had been having a lot of thoughts like this lately, but she wasn't sure what they meant. All she knew was that every time she was around Harry her stomach did a flip-flop, and her heart felt like it would beat out of her chest. She was so confused. She had all of these undiscovered feelings for Harry, but she knew that everyone thought that she and Ron were perfect for each other. Even Harry thought so. She sighed again and focused on Professor Flitwick for the rest of the class.
Ron's POV
Ron looked over to see his tow best friends making gaga eyes at each other without even really noticing that the other was doing so. What the flying fuck is going on here?