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"AHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Harry screamed, jolting out of sleep.

"Harry!" a voice whispered sharply, nearly causing the young wizard to fall out of bed in fright. Harry squinted in the dark, fumbling around until he found his glasses. He put them on to see who was calling out to him and was surprised to see his best friend; dressed in pigtails and a nightgown, arms crossed, and standing beside his bed.

No, it was not Ron.

"Hermione!" Harry whispered back. "What're you doing here?"

Hermione cupped his face, worry written all over her face. "Are you alright? Was it another bad dream?" she asked. Harry smiled into her hands. He loved whenever she got concerned. She was the only friend who went the extra mile to make sure he was okay.

Harry held Hermione's wrists and gently lowered her hands. "There's nothing to worry about. Go back to sleep," he replied softly. Hermione glanced at Harry's hands on hers and blushed slightly. "…Are you sure?" she asked, looking doubtful.

Harry released her hands and nodded. "I am," he answered assuredly. Hermione seemed to relax a little. Harry scooted to one side, allowing her space to sit next to him.

Hermione sighed and plopped onto his bed. They sat in a comfortable silence for a few minutes before Hermione spoke. "You know, Harry...you really are an awful liar," she said.

"And you are an old worrywart."

"I'm a what ?"

Harry tried to fight back a laugh, which earned a whack on his shoulder from Hermione. That action was enough to melt whatever resistance Harry and Hermione had and they burst out laughing.

The two teens heard a slight groan from another bed near them. They looked over to see Ron tossing and mumbling something about food before going back to snoring.

"Right...it's still nighttime," Harry remembered.

Hermione turned to face Harry. "It's best not to wake anyone. I'm going back to bed. Sweet dreams, Harry," she whispered into his ear, before moving in to kiss Harry's cheek. But, at the same moment, Harry was turning to face Hermione to wish her goodnight, and their lips met briefly.

The two pulled back in shock, turning beetroot red at what had just happened. Hermione looked away, deciding that it was best to leave now, but Harry gently tilted her face with his hand.

"Harry- "

Harry kissed her softly. "Goodnight, Mione," he whispered after breaking the kiss.

Hermione smiled.

"Goodnight."