Um.. hi. I usually don't write Harry Potter fan fics, so don't bite my head off if it isn't the best story ever, ok? Alright, I love Harry/Hermione fics, so if I ever write another Harry Potter one, it has H/H in it all the way. Ok? Ok. Here it is…MY FIRST HP FAN FIC!

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter stories or anything to do with them.

"talking"

thinking/ dreaming

"SHOUTING"

"whispering"

AN: By the way, in this story, Lavender, Parvati and Hermione are friends, ok?

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Her hair tossed slightly in the morning breeze, like a brown, billowing cloud that stretched behind her perfectly shaped body. Harry wanted her, needed her. How could he have her? "How can I say I love you?" he thought to himself, making his way toward this perfect woman standing in the middle of…red grass? Suddenly, she turned exposing her face to him, showering him in rays of perfection and beauty, making him totally forget his surroundings. "Hermione…" Harry whispered. She smiled…no, she dazzled, and looked him in his emerald colored eyes. "Harry?" a deep manly voice resonated out of her mouth. "Huh?" Harry asked, then was shaken deftly from his dream.

"Harry? Harry? Get…up!" Oh…so that's where the red hair and manly voice came from… Harry sat up, and reached for his glasses, yawning profusely.

"G'morning, Ron…what time is it?" he asked, as he placed his black framed over his nose. Ron smirked at him, and Harry knew something was up.

"What?" he questioned, sitting up a bit higher.

"Uh…since when is my name Hermione? You were dreaming about her again, Harry! AGAIN! For the fifth time in the past five days! Oh, and uh…you should wipe the drool off your mouth…" Ron told him, barely managing to suppress a laugh. Harry punched the bed, and fell back moaning.

"Why me? Why do I have to be desperately in love with a girl I can't have…" Ron frowned, and scratched his head absentmindedly.

"Who says you can't have her, mate? She is perfectly eligible…" Again, Harry groaned.

"I know…but…she's my best friend…besides you of course." He added after getting a strange look from Ron. "How can I tell her?" he asked himself, oblivious to the fact that Ron could hear him. Obviously thinking that Harry had directed the question at him, he spoke up.

"Just, tell her the truth. Look, I'll do you a favor. Tonight, I will personally make sure that the common room is empty, so you can talk to her alone. How's that, mate?" Harry beamed from ear to ear.

"That's excellent. Thanks, Ron!" Harry clapped him on the back. Ron smirked a bit.

"Don't mention it lover boy."

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His messy black hair swayed in the slight wind, like a mass of charcoal atop his head. Hermione found herself trying to restrain herself from running up to him, and kissing him passionately. "Harry…how can I say I love you?" she thought, as he began to turn toward her. When he stopped, she was gazing into his startling, emerald eyes. "Hermione…" except…his voice was much to high pitched for Harry. Hermione stepped back from him as a frown creased his features. "…I'm gay…" Hermione's eyes widened, and a scream of horror escaped her lips. "Noooooooooo..."

"…ooooooooo!" Hermione awoke with a start, tiny beads of sweat and tears dripping down her flushed face. As she opened her eyes, she saw Lavender Brown staring straight at her, a confused look on her face.

"Uh…Hermione? Is there something wrong? And, since when is my name Harry? Ohhh…I get it. You dreamed about him again? Come on girl! Just tell him how you feel!" Hermione sat up, frowning pathetically.

"How? I have no idea how to do it! URG!" Hermione slumped down onto her mattress, brushing her bushy brown hair from her face. Lavender thought for a moment, then squealed with delight.

"Oh! I know! Me and Parvati will make sure the common room is empty tonight, so you two can talk alone…ok?" Hermione beamed with excitement, and put her hands to her face.

"Really? Oh, thanks so much!" Hermione hugged Lavender quickly, and made a mad dash to get ready and meet Harry and Ron in the common room.

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Harry and Ron were already waiting down in the common room when Hermione arrived. Ron was too busy playing Wizard's chess with Dean to notice her, but Harry…was staring at the staircase awaiting the very moment she arrived. When she finally did descend the stairs, her eyes fell immediately onto Harry's. She blushed a bit, then looked away, too embarrassed to stare.

"Um…uh…hi, Hermione." Harry stammered as she sat down on the couch next to him.

"H-hey, Harry. How did you sleep?" Horrible, thanks to you taunting me with your dream-selves.

"Oh…fine…you?" he replied, scratching the back of his head. Hmm, let me think…wonderful! Except for the fact that you told me you were gay in my dream, and my whole world almost stopped spinning.

"Oh…fine." Hermione stopped her sentence short when she realized Ron, Lavender, and Parvati were all staring at them expectantly. Harry and she both cleared their throats at the same time, and the trio looked away as if nothing had happened. Harry looked back at her and gave her a heart-stopping grin. That's the smile he saves especially for me… Hermione thought, and blushed a shade of pink. Well…this is an awkward silence…thought Harry, and he reached down to scratch his leg. Damn mosquito bite… Just as his hand was midway down his body, Hermione "accidentally" reached her hand up to brush her hair out of her face. Time seemed to freeze as their hands brushed in mid-air. A tingling sensation swept through their fingertips, and resonated out through their skulls. Harry's eyebrows connected in confusion, as he stared directly into Hermione's deep, soulful, brown eyes. Hermione gazed into his emerald ones, more blush rising on her cheeks.

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"Did you see that?" Lavender asked Ron. He nodded slightly, trying not to look at them obviously. Parvati giggled a bit.

"Awww! How sweet!" she whispered, because she was a hopeless romantic. Ron rolled his eyes.

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"Um…did you feel that?" Hermione asked, already knowing the answer as usual. Harry nodded. Hermione decided to change the subject.

"Well…good thing it's Saturday…I am sooo tired of N.E.W.T studying I could puke!" she made a gagging expression. Harry laughed.

"You? Tired of studying? Wow, it must be the apocalypse…" For this comment, he received a hard smack to the arm…but not too hard. Hermione could pack a punch if she wanted to. Harry grinned apologetically.

"Comon. Let's go get some breakfast. I'm starving." He stood and began to walk out of the portrait hole. Hermione followed, but not before flashing a thumbs up to lavender, who replied with a giggle.

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Ahhh…that felt good. Finally, A Harry/Hermione story. YAY! I know I am not all that good at this, so please don't review with any flames. I'll cry! But remember…reviews make me happy! –Tina

Harry: Come on! Update, Tina! I want to kiss Hermione!

Tina: All in good time, Harry. All in good time…

Hermione: Don't I get a say in this?

Tina: Why yes, Hermione. What is it?

Hermione: It's not actually something I say…(she walks over to Harry and begins snogging him.)

Tina: (stares and wiggles her eyebrows) Well, Well…um…guys?

Harry/Hermione: (still snogging)

Tina: ahem…oh well. Don't worry my people! This…(points to snogging couple)…will happen soon enough! So keep your pants on!

Hermione: (moans unhappily)Aw man!

Tina: Ok, ok…alright then…AHEM!

Harry: (breaks apart from Hermione) You sound like Professor Umbridge!

Tina: Well thanks…

To Be Continued!...