A Night in her arms
Harry walked into the common room with a book in his hand, (Quidditch Through the Ages).
The room was warm, the fire was still going, even though it was twelve at night and most people wee in bed.
Harry walked to the chairs by the fire place, it was winter, which was really cozy. He sat down and opened up his book, after helping Sirius escape, he was poofed and just wanted to relax.
He thought everyone was in bed, but he then heard a little snore in the corner in the room. He looked over in the far right corner and saw Hermione sleeping in the corner with a book in her hand. She had her cloak over her as a blanket, and was snoring quite loudly.
Harry walked over to her, laughing quietly as he was walking, and shook her awake.
When Harry first came to Hogwarts he immediately fell for her. But it wasn't until after three years that he found out how much he really cared for her, he loved her bushy hair. But what he really loved about her was how smart she was, that's what got him after three years.
"What is it?" asked Hermione, she moved a little bit but fell back to sleep.
"Hermione? Its twelve at night, don't you want to go to bed?" Harry then sat down next to her.
"I am getting up." she said, which sounded like a grunt.
Harry looked at her as she got up. He thought about doing what he was planning on doing. He went with it, he got up, turned her around and kissed her.
Authors Note: Please R&R, I was just going to leave it like this, but I might just keep going if you want me to. I know its short.