AUTHOR NOTE:
Okay, so I don't have a beta reader or anything. Therefore, this might suck entirely. And no, I don't own Harry Potter. Italicscharacter thoughts.
She was running. She was running away from the library for the first time in her life. She was running away from all of them. She was still running. Then, she was tripping. Oh yes, she was tripping, but she didn't just trip. She was falling. She was falling on
Him.
She was running. Then, she was tripping. Even more then, she was falling on the one boy she knew would listen, but, instead of talking, she was falling.
Oh my god, I can't believe I just tripped and fell on Harry bloody Potter. Not only that, I'm on top of him! Oh how humiliating. Oh how...he smells very good. Very...Very...Very good. Mmmm-
"Er...Hermione?" asked a very startled Harry. "Are you sniffing me?"
Great, Granger! First you trip in front of the bloody Boy-Who-Lived. Then, you fall on the bloody Boy-Who-Lived. Now, you're sniffing the bloody Boy-Who-Lived! What's next? Accidentally touching his-
"Hermione? Are you alright? You seem a bit...Flustered," said Harry.
Hermione sat up on her legs and brushed herself off. Her hair was moreso tangled than usual and, although she didn't notice, her skirt was steadily going farther up everytime she moved. She didn't notice, but Harry Potter did. Harry couldn't take his eyes off of her. It was awful. It was uncomfortable. It was-
"Oh god," said Harry, getting up and running out of the library.
Oh my god. He probably thinks I drank his secret stash of butterbeer.
Hermione looked around, still sitting on her legs, and noticed that her skirt was far to short for comfort. She pulled it down, closer to her knees, and stood. As she started to walk slowly out of the library, something dawned on her.
He was never looking at my face.
Harry Potter had had problems like this...With girls that is. Every boy has problems like this. However, not every boy has them with his bookworm best friend.
When did she become so...So...Sexy?
Although it is quite shocking that, Harry James Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived and all around golden boy at Hogwarts, found Hermione Jane Graner, the Hogwarts notorious bookworm and the next major OCD candidate, sexy, it was true. It happened. Hermione had fallen on Harry and had pressed her entire body against him. It's only natural what happened, but was it just lust that was driving these impure thoughts?
It has to be just lust. I can't like-like my best friend. That would be crazy. That would be insane! That would be...Oh, she smelled very good. Very...Very...Very good. And her body! It was so warm. Complete with curves and ...Oh god...Chest. How could she do that? How could she just fall on top of me like that? Lust. That's all it is. It's normal. She's a girl and I'm a boy. Normal. Tomorrow, things would be back to normal and everything would be just fine.
Harry rested his head on the coushion that was lying on the couch he was sitting on in the common room. He closed his eyes and the first person he saw was, of course, Hermione. Her big, brown eyes and her soft, wavey...Okay, bushy brown hair. He saw her like he always did; with books tucked close to her. Her smile was soft and warm and welcoming. In that moment, she was perfect. He'd never noticed it before but there was really nothing he didn't love about Hermione. Even during exams, when her brows were furrowed and her hair even messier, she was perfect. Harry couldn't stop thinking of his mental image of Hermione. He had to make himself open his eyes.
Oh god. Maybe it's not just lust after all.
Hermione Granger had never had problems like this. At least, she never believed she did. Not many boys actually found her awkward form to be attractive. So, when she had figured out what had happened in the library, she was slightly...Well...Flattered. Plus, it wasn't like she was becoming flustered over nothing.
When had Harry become so...So..Sexy?
It is quite true that Hermione had never really uttered the word sexy before in her life, and when she thought it, she laughed. It just didn't sound quite right. Hermione...Thinking Harry, her best friend, was sexy.
It's just hormones. That's all it is. He's a boy and I'm a girl. Hormones. That's it. Tomorrow, I'll just forget all about this and just pretend it never happened. Yeah, that's what I'll do. It's not like I actually like-like Harry Potter!
Hermione smiled to herself, knowing that she always could come up with a rational explanation to everything. As she was climbing into the common room, after having said the password, she noticed a boy on the couch. She also noticed the dark, messy black hair and knew it was obviously Harry.
Okay...This shouldn't be awkward at all.
As she got nearer to him, she noticed he was dead asleep. She leaned down and took a good look at her best friend. He really was a sight to see. His scar, still red and glowing from the firelight. His hair, messy as usual. His lips, very red and his skin, very pale. To Hermione, he was...Perfect. He had become well toned from Quidditch and had grown several inches since first year. There really was nothing Hermione didn't love about Harry. He always listened to her incessant bickering. He had become a good person, despite his childhood. Hermione layed her hand on his cheek as softlyas she could. His skin was so smooth. She started to rub her thumb on his face when...
Oh god...Maybe it's not just hormones after all.