Harry Potter watched Hermione as she flipped through her History of Magic book. She sighed lightly whenever she read something interesting and scribbled a little note on her parchment. Harry had Potions homework to do but he hadn't even started. For the last hour he had been watching Hermione. How had she not noticed? He was, however, thankful she had not.

The library was nearly empty, just a few lingering students slipping books back into the stacks and yawning as they lumbered out of the heavy doors. Hermione looked enchanting in the dim light. He wasn't sure when he first noticed her looks but for weeks she had been the only thing on his mind. It was making nearly everything impossible.

Hermione and Harry were spending more time alone than usual. Maybe that was it. Ron was always off snogging Lavender, as he had become the great new Quidditch hero. Hermione had seemed deeply hurt at first, but that hurt had become more of an annoyance.

"I'm sleepy," yawned Hermione. She licked her lips and Harry's stomach leapt. He had to stop thinking of her like that.

"Ready to go to bed?" asked Harry.

She nodded, then stood and collected her stack of books.

"Let me carry those," said Harry. Hermione raised her eyebrow. It was a little odd offering to carry books for Hermione. He never had before. "They just look... extra heavy tonight."

She handed him the stack of books and, as she did, her hand brushed against his. Tingles shot through his whole body. Hermione was brilliant, beautiful and his best friend, but he had never thought of her that way. Something was changing. Harry had to stop denying it.

Their eyes met and locked. A beat passed where the walls of the castle disappeared and left them standing in an open meadow under a bright sky filled with nothing but one another.

"Let's go," Hermione broke the silence. Harry smiled, his eyes memorizing the effortless way she walked in her heeled boots.

Hermione whispered the password to the Fat Lady and they stepped inside the Gryffindor common room. No one was there.

"You going to bed?" asked Hermione, her soft brown curls framing her face. Harry wanted to reach up and brush the stands away but he fought the desire.

Harry would just lie in bed staring at the ceiling if he tried to sleep now. No, he'd take a look at the Half Blood Prince's book. The book he'd been neglecting to read in the library.

"Think I'll stay up for a bit." Harry handed the books back to Hermione.

"Well, good night then," she said with a smile.

Harry sat down on the soft red leather couch and stared out the window. The stars winked out their lights as soft wisps of cloud would float across the black evening sky. It was lovely night. All he wanted to do was stand outside with Hermione, under the light of those stars.

He sighed and picked up his potion's book. It would never happen.

Harry jumped when he heard a door slam followed by the clomping sound of footsteps running down stairs. Hermione skidded into the common room, letting the books just fall from her hands and smack against the floor. He ran over to her.

"Hermione, what's wrong?" He placed his hands on her arms, feeling the soft fabric of her sweater against his fingers.

"R-ron, Lavender, Oh, Harry!" Hermione tore away from him, a look of disgust etched on her face. Even that look was beautiful on her. "Harry, oh, Harry." She kept repeating his name. He loved the way she said his name. It made every inch of him come alive. "They were-" She lifted her big, brown eyes to his. "On my bed."

Ron and Lavender were... well, Harry knew what Hermione was saying. She had liked Ron for a long time and that would have been quite the shock.

"Did they see you?"

Hermione shook her head. "No. They're still up there." Her face turned a pale green. "I can't sleep there. I guess I'll sleep down here."

It came out of his mouth before he could filter it. "You could stay with me?"

"In the boy's dormitory?"

"Uh." Harry scratched his neck nervously. He hadn't really thought that through. "I've got it. Hang on." Harry raced up to his room and grabbed his invisibility cloak. Everyone else was sleeping. He hurried back down the stairs.

"Your cloak?"

Harry walked up to Hermione and wrapped the cloak around her shoulders. All he could see was her worried face, her pink crinkled nose, floating in the air. He smiled.

"Well, come on."

Hermione took Harry's hand. He loved the ways their fingers fit together, the soft touch of her skin compared to his calloused hands, made rough from years of yard work at the Dursley's.

They climbed the stairs and sneaked into the boy's dorm. They stopped when Neville let out a snort and turned over. Hermione and Harry snuck over to his bed and slipped off their shoes.

"You sure this is a good idea?" she whispered.

Harry pulled off his sweater, leaving him in just a white t-shirt and his black pants. He climbed into bed. "Hermione. It's fine."

She let out a whimper and crawled under the covers next to him.

"Your bed is kind of... small," said Hermione. They were pressed next to each other, their arms and legs touching. Harry removed his glasses and set them on his nightstand.

"Night, Hermione," he whispered in her ear, wishing he could press his lips to her skin.

She pulled the invisibility cloak up around her head, resting on Harry's shoulder. Harry could feel her soft, gentle breaths against his neck. "Night, Harry."

Been wanting to write a Harry/Hermione fic for awhile. Hope you enjoy. Feel free to review. Thanks :)

I got a comment that my story wouldn't work because the founders put a spell on the dormitories so girls can't go into boy's dorms etc. for the purposes of my story, the founders did not do this. So if that's something that really bothers you. I'm sorry.