What you do For Friends

Authors Notes – This is from Hermione's POV. It is set in the 7th book, but Ron and Hermione are already dating (unfortunately). When he leaves, Hermione reflects on if the good things that he has done outweighs the bad (there are no good things about Ron, so I won't even try to write them). She then thinks of Harry's Good list and discovers that he has no bad. When Ron comes back … if you want to know what does happen, you will have to read the story. Or just skip through the chapters. Your choice. This fanfiction is slightly OOC (Out Of Character) – Hermione swears a lot, she writes in a diary, and thinks about what Harry is like in bed.

Please note –Italics are Hermione's thoughts, bold italics are Harry's story/stories and underline is Hermione's writing. Also, I apologise for the bad grammar and the spelling.

CHAPTER 1 –

"So, are you coming?" Ron's hurt voice said. "Are you coming or staying?"

"Of course I'm staying! I promised to help Harry do this!" As soon as the words came out of my mouth, I regretted it.

As Ron stormed out of the tent, I got rid of my Shield Charm, and rushed after him.

"Ron! No! Where are you?" I cried out as I heard the distinctive 'whoosh' sound of apparition. That stupid, pissy, bloody, fucking clown!

Ronald Bilius Weasley always been on the verge of leaving us, but I didn't realise that he could just desert them at a time of need. During our search for horcruxes. Bloody fool, he was. A total bloody, motherfucking fool.

"Fuck him!" I screamed out angrily. I wanted to kick something. Ron's dick/groin area would be nice, but he has gone to God knows where.

"Hermione? Are you alright?" Harry's angry voice accompanied him storming out of the tent. "Did he hurt you?"

"Please, Harry, just leave me alone!" My voice was thick with unshed tears. Why the hell am I shouting at him? He is my best friend. He wasn't the one that left us behind. He was the kind, courageous one. Unlike some others that I could name very easily.

I went over the tent's kitchen table and got out a book – leather bound, rather old and very thick. Ahhhhhhh. I love this book. I should really use it more often. The ribbed spine, glorious parchment …My fingers flicked through the pages until I found the one that I wanted. It was headed – Reasons Why I Hate Ronald Billius Weasley.

Ronald Weasley, first year – he called me a nightmare, along with many other taunts and teasing.

Ronald Weasley, second year – he was frankly, a prat. He stood up for me when Draco "I'm so fucking wonderful" Malfoy, but he just didn't really want to be around me when I had been petrified.

Ronald Weasley, third year – he accused my cat of killing his idiotic rat.

Ronald Weasley, fourth year – he got really angry at me when Victor Krum asked me to the Yule Ball.

Ronald Weasley, fifth year – honestly, he does too many mean things to me to even keep track of them. Bastard.

"I give up! I just fucking give up!" I whispered, whilst my tears fell onto the beautiful parchment, making the ink bleed. What a waste. But I cannot stop crying, now that I have started.

Harry stood behind me and offered a tissue. I accepted it gratefully and he just sat next to me and held my hand as I stopped crying.

"Thanks, Harry." I croaked to him.

"That's alright, Hermione. I'll be here anytime you need me." Harry, forever loyal, responded. He is such a Gryffindor. Waste of Air Weasley would have run and hid.

By this time, it was about three o'clock in the morning, so we decided to go to bed.

As I lay in the bottom bunk of our bed, I composed a list of Harry's Good Deeds –

Harry James Potter, First Year – He saved me from that fucking troll and he didn't have to be asked to. Also, he was very supportive and listened to my ideas when we were finding the Philosopher's Stone. He was wonderful. Unlike Ron, who HAD to be the hero, sacrificing himself. Bloody twit.

Harry James Potter, Second Year – He made sure that I hat everything for my homework when I had been turned into a cat by "The Polyjuice Potion" incident. When I was petrified, he held my hand, found out and applied what I had found out about the Basilisk, thereby saving the whole school.

Harry James Potter, Third Year – He didn't take sides, as such, when Ron and I were fighting about bloody Scabbers and my beloved Crookshanks, but still tried to make us make up about it. He freed Buckbeak, freed Sirius and … there are too many good things about him. I should have really gone out with him when he asked me. I am rather unworthy of his friendship.

"Harry?" I asked, my voice kind of scared.

"Yes, Hermione?" Harry's voice responded from the top bunk.

"Can I sleep with you?" I asked, then realised how … wrong that sounded. Oh, shit. He probably thinks that I want to do "it" with him. Crap, crap, crap.

"What was that, Hermione? Sleeping? I really hope that it is sleeping …" Harry's voice trailed off at the end, and he laughed nervously - it was rather obvious that he was uncomfortable.

"Sleeping; just sleeping. Please, Harry!" My voice sounded rather petulant and whiny.

"Sure," he responded, "why not. Do you want me to come down?"

"Yes, please."

I started to cry a bit, and in an instant, Harry jumped down to my bunk and asked me what was wrong. Before I knew what was happening, he hugged me fiercely, and then, in that magic moment, I kissed him. It almost was entirely innocent, but when I deepened the kiss, he pulled away.

"But, I thought that you loved Ron …"

"I don't anymore. I wrote up a list," I interrupted, mumbling, "and I found out that Ronald was a total fucking prat to me all the time, especially when you were nice to me. I'm sorry that I kissed you. It's okay if you hate me, because I am sure that you think of me as a sister."

"I don't think of you like that – you are a wonderful friend." Harry told me in the faint light.

I got up and found my journal. Even though there words were rather wobbly and splotchy, it was still mildly legible.

"I agree with everything that you have said, Hermione." Harry said as he finished reading. "Ron has been a useless git for too many years. He told me not to ask you to go out with me."

"But when Ron asked me to go out with him, he said that you told him that he wouldn't like me as a girlfriend. I asked why and he mumbled 'He said that … umm, you would be too bossy, or something.'" I protested, still half-believing that Ron wouldn't do something like that. I felt the prick in my eyes that signalled tears were coming. What a fucking git. Ron, not Harry.

Harry looked at me with his wonderful eyes – they seemed to glow, even in the semi-darkness of the tent. My eyes dried up instantly when I heard what he said next.

"I really liked kissing you, really, I did." Harry blushed when he said this. "Though, if you do want to do that again, perhaps we should … take things slow."

"I would like that." Now it was my turn for my cheeks to turn pink with embarrassment. Ah, what the hell. I was falling for him anyway. Shit … I never knew that. My mind has gone fucking around the bend. Must be the lack of Ron Useless Brain Weasley.

"Oh! Hermione, please drink this. I'll tell you what it is afterwards." Harry pulled out a vial with light blue liquid from his jeans pocket.

"I know what this is. Amorentia detector potion, right?" I said after I had drunk the liquid.

"Correct. Now, if you would just let me do this … " Harry waved his wand in a figure-eight motion, clearing incanting something that sounded like either French or Latin. "Oh." He said, his beautiful mouth forming a perfect 'o'. "Just as I thought."

"What? Please tell me! Has Ron been feeding me Amorentia?" My voice sounded slightly panicked, but inside, my logical self was saying – Of course! That is why Ron was always insisting that I would have "that glass of juice, that dinner, that ice cream". He was spiking it with bloody Amorentia. That's why Molly "The Evil Matriarch" Weasley (her name sound like one that a wrestling champion would have …) always was separating us, so Harry would be with Ginny, and I would be with Ron …

"Well, yes, Hermione." Harry said, sounding regretful. "All of the Weasleys' have been spiking your drinks, food, and toilet paper. You name it, they've done it. Sorry about the last bit – I still find myself utterly pissed at the Weasleys' for doing that. "

"Hang on! What about Mr. Weasley? He was always very nice! And toilet paper!" I turned into factual ranting mode. "Oh! Apparently, Amorentia from Burma doesn't have to only be administered orally. It can be poured on to handkerchiefs and toilet paper, and into suncream and moisturiser! I wonder how they procured it. Illegally, I imagine … Is that why I saw Ginny and Ron shagging? Fucking idiots. Have they never heard of a neutraliser potion?"

"I think that Mr. Weasley had no idea what was happening. And, Mrs. Weasley was talking to her "delightful"," Harry said sarcastically, raising his eyebrows. "offspring about getting Burmese Amorentia from the black market. None of the Weasleys' have been very good at potions, and, other than Percy, has never read any books that have not been assigned by teachers or employers. I mean, look at Ron. Where do you think he got his quarter-brain-cell from? I highly doubt it was Mr. Weasley. Mrs. Weasley might have pro-created with a … pig or something, for most of her children. Perhaps some form of primitive boar for Ron, and a love-sick piglet for Ginny."

I laughed at his last statement. It was a lovely feeling, enjoying a little ranting time with your best friend. It had been such a long time since I had done something like this. But, I still had one question – Did Harry think of me as 'just a best friend'? I knew that I certainly didn't anymore.

"Harry, can I ask you a slightly more personal question?" I said nervously, my eyebrows knitting together.

"Sure. Ask away."

"Why did you want to become my friend?"

"I can't really give you any … definite information, but I can tell you a story."

"My kindergarten teacher once told me that 'if you can't read between the lines, then you won't know what is wrong until it has passed.' Cheesy, I know, but it encouraged me to try to find out what was wrong with my friends. Who were either non-existent or imaginary, until you saved me from that turd-smelling troll."

Harry smiled weakly, and started to tell his story –

Well, when I was going on the Hogwarts Express for the first time, I felt really lost and scared. I knew that Ron only wanted to sit with me because I'm, well, me, not because there were any compartments that were empty. How did I know this, you might ask? Well, I wanted to get away from all of the people who were doing fish mouths at me, so I decided to go the back of the train. I passed probably ten to fifteen empty compartments that a first-year, like Ron could have sat in. Instead, he followed me, barged in on my reading – yes, Hermione, I was reading 'Hogwarts, A History' - and grabbed a few Chocolate Frogs and introduced himself through a mouthful of sweets – "Hey, I'm Ron Weasley. Do you know me? I know you, of course. You're Harry Potter. Do you want to be my best friend? I expect that you do. Of course, I know everyone, everywhere". To me, he sounded like a useless slug, who only wanted to be my friend because of my money. Then, a very pretty young girl came to our compartment. I was still reading, and bloody Weasel was still stuffing his idiotic face. The girl that came in had bushy brown hair, beautiful brown eyes and slightly overlarge teeth. She asked me very politely if I had seen a toad, belonging to Neville Longbottom. I wanted to ask her to sit with us, but she seemed a bit aloof and far too pretty to warrant my company. I saw her again at the Sorting Ceremony. I thought that she would sorted into Ravenclaw, but instead she came over to the Gryffindor table. When I next saw her, she was running away from Ron, when he said something bloody stupid about her. After that, I was helping Ron to save her from a Mountain Troll.

"Harry, wait. You didn't only HELP save me from a Mountain Troll, you did it without anyone prompting you, or any help." I said, not wanting to interrupt the flow of the story.

"No, Ron helped me." Harry, every modest, responded.

"Yes, but who made me hide in the bathroom because of his fucking taunts and teasings? Ron. "

"Yeah, but he levitated the club the knock the bloody troll out."

"But, who decided to go into the bathroom, without any teachers? You. Who fearlessly leapt onto the back of a 15 foot troll without a second thought? You. Harry, I owe you. There is a debt between magical people, if the one of them saves the other's life. It's called a Life Debt. If you ask me to do one thing, I will be … forced, I suppose to do it." I told him, trying to find the correct words.

"So, if I ask you to do something, you will be compelled to do it?"

"Yes. But, can it be something … normal? Not jumping off a bridge or anything."

"My request is … can I have another kiss? Just tell me if you don't …"

Harry never got to finish his sentence. I suppose you can guess why.

I had … pounced on him, I suppose you could say. Wow. This is better than I thought it could be. Harry should've really asked me to Yule Ball. Just because Ron couldn't be arsed …

Harry had deepened the kiss – our tongues now started to perform an interesting tango – spicy and elegant.

Harry pulled away, gasping for air.

"Wow. That was … one … helluva … kiss." Harry panted loudly as he spoke.

"Yeah."

"Hermione, can I ask you a question?" Harry's voice was rather nervous.

"Sure."

"Do you … like me?"

"In which way?"

"You know, in … that way." There was an almost curious stress of the word 'that'.

"Yes. I do. You protect me, respect me. And you are a good kisser," I said, and then when I saw his blush, I said. "not that that matters. People are fortunate to fall in love with your best friend, who finishes your sentences."

"Really?"

"Yes, Harry, I do really like you."

"So do I."

With that, we fell asleep in each other's arms, very peacefully.

A/N – Not a very long chapter, I know, but it seemed … appropriate to end it there. Again, I apologise for my odd grammar and spelling.
People make mistakes, etc.
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