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(A/N Woo! First ever chapter. Quite literally, never done anything like this before! so any sort of comments are very much appreciated! even if its the meanest thing ever i would love to hear it! and ill try my best to respond to any questions! please enjoy and know i will be updating semi-regularly but the ending is very much not decided. (taking place at the end of the goblet of fire) )

Harry was alone, and he knew he wanted to change that. For all his life people had isolated him. They never said anything but their actions spoke a thousand words, the Dursleys had never comforted him, the teachers in primary had never believed him, Hogwarts had accused him and his best mate had deserted him so many times he was starting to forget who his enemies were and who were his friends.

The bespectacled wizard was interrupted of his musings as a slumbering mass shifted her head on his shoulder. Tufts of her brown hair poked dangerously close to his nose and he tried valiantly to stave off the impending sneeze. This moment with Hermione was so perfect, Ron had gone off to relieve himself and that left just him and her. Tilting his head a slight degree gave him the chance to see Hermione's sleeping face one more time and escape the tingly hairs that seeked to break this serene image. her curly hair seemed to frame her soft features in a warm and deep way; Harry felt love for the first time in that moment. Not that he could ever admit it to her.

All too soon Ron had returned, blundering in a waking Hermione. Although Harry did enjoy the split second the ginger get's loud entrance shocked Hermione enough for her to seek out Harry's hand, sending a burning heat up his arm; and to his cheeks.

All too soon they were at the train station. All too soon he had said his "hellos" and "see you next years". All too soon Hermione's hug had been dropped by her and her twinkling eyes had moved from the inch she had been. Kissing distance Harry remarked to himself, regret for not using the whole year to talk to her! He had let the students twist his emotions and the tournament take over his mind. In the last task all he could think about was her periwinkle dress flowing around her like a princess. he never even noticed how much he was pushing away the girl who meant so much to him. Harry looked on forlornly while Ron muttered something to Hermione; and she laughed and nodded.

For a moment everything dropped and Harry's knees felt weak. ancient civilisations crashed upon his ears as the blood of old sand from Ron's blood, he couldn't let her slip away. Not now. he needed to let her know, in the end it was her decision but she needed to know how he felt about her.

He was only four steps away from her, but in those four steps countless ideas darted through The 15 year old's head. Kiss her… no. Tell her you need her… no. Ask her to be with him instead of Ron… maybe? no.

"Hey… mind if we talk for a moment? I need to tell you something?" Harry mumbled. Hermione's brow arched in a gentle slope as he guided her to a corner nearer to the crossing, but her face showed no sign of annoyance. Concluding this was a good a sign as any he broached the subject.

Well he tried. He couldn't find any way to start.

Hermione beat him to the punch. "Harry? Are you ok? you were quite on the train and you've been so distant this whole year, did you come to ask about Ginny? are you going to ask her out?" she blurted out in quick succession.

"What? I am fine, thanks for asking i just wanted to talk to you about letters… i wanted to know if you'd be ok if we talked more over the summer, i really miss you then." at this Hermione's eyes softened and stopped their search into Harry's soul. He never noticed how they seemed to swirl with a daub of milky chocolate mixed with the richer dark chocolate of her irises… she was beautiful.

"ow of course Harry. you never have to ask to mail me! Your such a sweet friend -" Harry's smile dropped "- and i will make sure to mail you every single day!" while Hermione noticed his glitch of a frown she had no inclination to the damage she just caused, but to Harry all he need to fix his broken pride was her smile, wholesome and pure.

"Thanks Hermione, you mean allot to me. More than anyone i've ever met…" and with the unofficial motto ringing in his head 'in for a penny, in for the whole pot' he lent to her in a swift motion and kissed her cheek. It was a stupid thing to do, he regretted it until he touched her cheek, then he knew it was worth it. Sparks zipped along his lips at the brief contact and the dumbfounded look in the brunettes eyes was almost comical. But her horror was most definitely not.

"Ow Harry! I didn't! I… I need to go" Hermione stuttered as she scurried out the portal leading to muggle London, Harry tried to call to her but she was gone, having already said goodbye to everyone as well he dragged himself through the portal and out into the civil world. at least here no one wanted his autograph.

It only took a moment from him to spot Mr. Dursley, being the big lump he was. As well as the purpled face from being kept waiting made him perfect for spotting, Hermione's bushy hair was nowhere to be found though. This fact cut him deeper then the whole year of slander combined.

Mr. Dursley was mad. Turned out he had been having trouble at work and somehow this was Harry's fault, luckily he escaped with only two clips on the ear while in the car. a new record from him. If any of Harry's friends had seen him at his "home" they would instantly know the truth. his body crumpled in on itself in a display of submissiveness. the type formed from years of abuse, he truly thought of them as his betters; and it ripped him apart. Harry was alone.

Harry was alone with his thought, and that wasn't good. He hadn't eaten and he was still in turmoil over Hermione. He had hurt her, all because he was scared of losing her to his only other friend. He needed to send her a letter. before she finally figured out how much of a pillock he was. He needed her, as a friend; and he wouldn't lose her over his feelings.

Dear Hermione ,

I am sorry. I really am, i shouldn't have done that. i guess i just got scared, you're my best friend and no matter what i am here for you. please don't shut me out because you don't like me in that way. I understand, it's my fault. if you get this and still want to talk to me feel welcome to use Hedwig. she could use the exercise while at the Dursleys.

I really will miss you for the summer, even if it's just because you're my friend.

Yours, Harry.

(A/N this is short i know, but i am really not sure if i am any good at this. if people seem to like it i would love to make this into a massive story arch!)