He was watching her again. It was starting to become a habit that he wasn't sure he could break, even if he had wanted to. Glancing up from over the top of his glasses, he looked at her slightly bent head, starting at her brow, moving down to her eyes that moved from one side of the page to another, down her pert nose to her lips that slightly moved as she mouthed the words; Harry felt the…..something that always came over him at moments like this. After almost a year of this unexplainable feeling that came over him every time he thought of her or looked at her, it was still hard to understand what it was that he was feeling.

Mentally shaking himself out of his musing Harry glanced around to make sure that Ron hadn't noticed his daydreaming. With a barely audible sigh of relief that he hadn't been caught in the act of admiring the third member of their trio, Harry drew himself back to the task of studying. No more than a minute later, his gaze became unfocused as he thought back to the previous summer, when he thought that his friends had forgotten about him.

Surprisingly, the belief that Hermione had forgotten him hurt more than anything else. Small things reminded him of her; any attempt at studying bought images of her dedicated revisions. Any funny thought was followed by Harry asking himself is she would find it funny. It got to the point that the fact that he got no letters was almost overshadowed by confusion over what he was feeling.

And then, after so long of waiting and wondering alone then finding out about the Order and everything that happened, seeing her was like a splash of cold water to the face. The only thought making its way through was of how lovely she had become since the last time they had seen each other. Snapping himself back from the thought, to mask his reaction he let the anger and frustration through.

Even with that anger, with the attempts to expel him from Hogwarts, Dolores Umbridge being the Defense against the Dark Arts teacher and the unfair treatment he received from her. With everything involving the D.A. and being banned from Quidditch; through all that had happened there were still the moments that Harry would look at Hermione and that feeling would come back.

With O.W.L.s looming over their heads, Harry finally felt that he could stop to think and analyze that feeling. Sitting in the library staring at the book laid in front of him, Harry was finally able to admit to himself that the feeling that he had for Hermione was more than as his friend.

When that thought flashed in his head he quickly glanced up at her, as if she might have read his mind and known what he was feeling for her. Had he not looked up at that moment, he may not have seen it; she was watching him. Feeling tightness in his chest, Harry took a second look at her and saw the blush on her cheeks, Hermione glanced up again and their eyes meet and held. As a slow smile crept across her face, Harry looked into her eyes and felt contentment run through him. With a smile in return Harry got back to the task of studying, willing the revision session to hurry along so that he could get the chance to make sure that the smile meant what he hoped it did.