A/N: Hello everybody I'm back with another story...and it isn't a one-shot this time!

As you can probably guess from the title, this fic will be loosely based on the end of the movie "Never Been Kissed" but obviously with a few more ideas added in. It will probably be about 3 or 4 chapters long – just a little fluffy h/hr ficlet for you all to enjoy. Well….enjoy!

Disclaimer: Wipes away tears I do not own Harry Potter or anything related to it…only the plot which I will cherish forever!

"Never been kissed" – Chapter 1

We Miss You Hermione

On the train Harry and Ron had said to Hermione that 6th year was going to be a relief: no more exams, a chance to relax and enjoy their final years at Hogwarts, a chance to have more freedom…oh how wrong they were.

It was one of her hardest years yet – so much so that she longed to have her time turner back. Despite the fact she was taking the same amount of classes as everyone else, she seemed to be studying every night which caused both Harry and Ron to become greatly concerned. But no matter how many times they asked if anything was wrong, the same response always came.

"I'm fine,"

Even the girls were concerned for her. It now seemed like every week that Parvati and co. were asking her to go shopping or trying to set her up on a date but Hermione was never interested. She had no time to do things like that anymore and the only "sort-of" boyfriend she ever had was Viktor Krum and she hadn't even kissed him – she actually had never been kissed, but she wasn't exactly going to admit that to anybody anytime soon. They would never let her live that down.

The real truth behind her stress was that she had asked for extra credit work for each of her subjects. It had finally dawned on her that she only had a year and a half left at Hogwarts and she hadn't decided on a career so she decided that she would work extra hard on all her subjects – to keep her options open.

Right now she was sitting at her usual table at the library studying for a potions assessment – on a Saturday afternoon. It was raining very heavily outside so she was surprised that nobody else in her year was there. In fact, the library seemed empty – too empty. She quickly dismissed the thought and decided to take a ten minute break. So she took out her copy of "Hogwarts: A History", used her arms as a cushion on the desk and began to read.

But just as she started to get comfortable, she noticed a tall shadow appear over her.

"Miss Granger?"

Hermione groggily lifted her head up to see the librarian, Madame Prince looking at her with a concerned look on her face.

"Professor McGonagall has just sent these for you."

Hermione looked at her confused and suddenly Madame Prince dumped a very large pile of books and parchments on the desk.

"What? What are th-"

"She said that they are the extra assignments you asked for. On human transfiguration and animagi?" she asked.

"Oh yes sorry," she said hastily. "Thank you." And with that, Madame Prince smiled and walked away, but still looking a bit worried.

"Great"

Hermione had completely forgotten about that. She thought she just had potions and a bit of Charms to do today. She moved back into her resting position and sighed.

"Well, it looks like I will be here for a little while longer," she said to herself as she gently closed her eyes to think. Of course she appreciated the work – anything to improve her education, but it seemed that it always came at the worst times. This was definitely not her day.

Actually, in general, (she thought) her sixth year hadn't exactly got to the best start. With Sirius' death and the known fact that Voldemort could attack at any moment, the castle was very tense – not a day would go by when Hermione never saw a younger student peer round corners to make sure nothing was there.

Now more than ever students were wanting to know what was going on in the Wizarding world as well as the school itself – so Hermione came up with an idea.

A school paper. With Dumbledore's blessing and with the help of a group of senior student volunteers, Hermione set up a monthly school newspaper containing both school and outside news. There was something for everyone: problem pages for girls, Quidditch news for guys but above all, any important news about Voldemort or the upcoming war which was at the top of the list of many students concerns.

However Hermione's main concern was Harry.

It was obvious that all of this pressure had affected him – this year he spent a lot more time on his own thinking and he always did his best to cover up his grief and strain. Ron and Hermione both knew that he was hiding something but they decided that it was up to him to tell them…he would in his own time.

For this Hermione greatly admired him, also for the fact that he seemed to be enjoying 6th year: he was allowed to re-join the Gryffindor Quidditch team as Captain and he was even getting better grades (although rule breaking was still a strong skill of his). Of course there were times when he wanted to be alone to think but Hermione couldn't blame him for that.

It had been over these past few months that she had noticed something special about him. Despite all of the problems he had to deal with, he always seemed to put other people's feelings before his own. He was always there for her whenever she needed to talk and in return, she knew that she would be with him until the very end. Why...because she loved him.

But he had enough on his mind already than to have to deal with that also…she would just have to wait.

She turned away from her high pile of books and yet again rested her head in her arms. Five minutes of peace…that was all she wanted.

"Miss Granger…..Miss Granger!"

Hermione woke up with a start and looked around her. She was still in the library and it was dark outside.

'Have I been in here all this time? She thought to herself. 'I only took a five minute break…to rest my eyes…no…I can't have…..no……oh my goodness…I fell asleep!'

Hermione looked up to see (for the second time that day) Madame Prince standing over, looking quite annoyed.

"Miss Granger I am aware that you have a lot on your plate this year but that still does not permit you to use the library to sleep."

"N-n-no of course not I apologise Madame Prince." said Hermione hastily as she rubbed her eyes to get used too the bright light."

"That's quite alright Miss Granger" said Madame Prince. She turned around to return to her desk but before she did she turned to face Hermione.

"This may not be my place but perhaps a little break from studying will do you the world of good. You really should not be getting too stressed the year before your newts…and I'm sure that you already know enough to pass them with flying colours."

Hermione was slightly shocked. Madame Prince had never come across as so…caring before. She was usually only interested in pupil's behaviour in the library. But Hermione appreciated her honesty.

"Thank you," said Hermione. "I might just take you up on that advice."

Madame Prince smiled at her and disappeared behind the next aisle of books.

Hermione returned to look at her desk – it was completely covered in books. Who was she kidding; she had no time to take a break!

Seeing as it was so late, Hermione decided to call it a day and pack up. She would continue her work tomorrow morning. Suddenly for the third time that day, a shadow appeared over her desk, although this time she knew it wasn't Madame Prince. She gulped as she knew exactly who it was.

"Hermione?"

It was Harry, but even though Hermione knew this, she was shocked by the sight of him. He was in his Quidditch uniform, soaking wet and covered head to toe in mud stains. Hermione gasped.

"Harry!" she whispered forcefully (she couldn't exactly shout in the library.) She quickly pointed her wand at him and muttered a spell which instantly dried his robes and made the mud disappear.

"Thanks," he mumbled.

"Bad practise huh?" she said smiling.

Harry suddenly glared at her, looking quite hurt and disappointed.

"Where were you all day today?" he asked.

"In here of course studying," she replied. "Why?"

Harry sighed. "You really forgot didn't you?"

Now Hermione was scared. "Forget what Harry…tell me."

Harry remained silent. It was obviously something important. Her eyes dropped to her desk where the corner of her homework diary was peeking out from behind a large pile of books. She slid it out to reveal her calendar and her heart skipped a beat when she looked at today's date which was highlighted and circled boldly in red – very noticeable.

APRIL 18TH – Quidditch: Gryffindor v Ravenclaw

Cheer for Harry and Ron!

Oh-no.

Hermione looked up to see that Harry wasn't looking at her, but at the floor. Her stomach began to feel very weak.

"Harry I am so so sorry I completely forgot," she said desperately. Without thinking she flung her arms around him in a hug. Harry barely returned it.

"It's ok…I guess...I know you have a lot on right now."

Hermione stepped back to look at him, still holding his arms. He looked so hurt that Hermione was now close to tears.

"I would have just liked you to have been there...that's all," whispered Harry.

"Harry I feel awful…I just…I…-"

"We've missed you Hermione. Ron and I. We haven't seen as much of you this year…and we miss you."

Hermione felt a tear glide down her cheek and she quickly wiped it away.

"I better go and tell Ron I found you." said Harry as he began to walk out of the library, leaving Hermione speechless and frozen with guilt.

But just before Harry left he turned round to look Hermione in the eye.

"Just in case you wanted to know……we won."

Harry's POV

Harry slowly made his way back up to Gryffindor Tower to change.

He was beginning to feel bad about what happened. He didn't mean to get too bothered about it but somehow he just did. Ever since 1st year Hermione had been to every single one of his matches (except when she was petrified in second year) and he loved having her there. There was just something about hearing her cheer for him……

He muttered the password and entered the common room to find Ron sitting on the couch. He jumped up as soon as he saw Harry.

"So did you find her?" he asked.

"Yeah, and in the most obvious place as well…the library," replied Harry.

Ron detected the slight sadness in Harry's voice. "What's up mate? Didn't Hermione know about the match?"

Harry sighed. "She forgot."

Ron's eyes widened in shock. "She what?"

"Yup. She was too busy studying."

"Studying? I know she had never really liked Quidditch but she's hardly missed a match," said Ron. "Are you ok?" he asked.

"I'm fine…I just feel as if she's drifting away from us…like…like studying has became more important to her."

Ron looked at him sadly "I know mate. She nearly bit my head off the other day when I told her she had done enough studying that day! Maybe she had the painters in I dunno."

Harry laughed at that last comment while Ron took a deep breath and sighed like he had said nothing strange at all. Harry could tell that the typical Weasley temper was beginning to rise.

"I can't believe her I mean we've been talking about this bloody match for weeks!" he said (nearly shouting) "Look I'm going to bed, see you in the morning."

"Yeah, see you," said Harry. He turned round and sat ion his favourite chair by the fire.

"You know what Harry?"

Harry turned round and looked up to see Ron at the top of the staircase.

"I kinda preferred the old Hermione," he said.

Harry nodded in agreement and turned to face the fire as he heard Ron shut the dormitory door.

In a way, he thought, Ron was right. Hermione may not have changed as a person; it was just that her priorities had changed. Her only concern seemed to be her studies and Harry didn't enjoy being shoved to one side. She was becoming more and more unreliable – he was surprised that she actually remembered Ron's birthday.

But most importantly he missed having somebody to talk to.

She was much better with feelings and stuff than Ron (who just always felt awkward about talking about stuff like Voldemort and the War). Towards the beginning of 6th year Harry and Hermione would stay up a good hour later than everybody else and just talk. He gradually became more comfortable about revealing his feelings to her. But then the 'talks' became less and less often…until the point when they were when Hermione had no studying to do (basically hardly ever).

One thing was certain though…he missed the old Hermione…that was the Hermione that he had fallen in love with.

A/N: I know I know it's a sad start but it wont last for too much longer I promise! This chappie is basically just to set the scene. And I also promise that there will be much more h/hr! You might have guessed that this will mostly be in Hermione's POV but I will probably put in a bit of Harry's too!

So if you liked what you have read please review but please no flamers – I just want people to enjoy this fic. If you don't like it – fair enough don't review. Thank you!

My school's Easter break is coming up soon so that will give me plenty of time to write and hopefully complete this fic so until chappie 2 – toodles!

Stephy xx