Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. J. does.
Harry flung himself down on the armchair next to a fire with a flump. He had just arrived back from a detention with Snape, where he had sorted out rotting caterpillars from good ones. He had dried blood and guts from them under his nails, and as he tried to clean them, he heard someone coming up behind him.
"Hello Harry", a smooth, angelic voice said.
Hermione had sauntered up behind him, and whispered into his ear. He shuddered as he felt her breath on his ear. He looked at her, in contrast with his birds nest hair and bright emerald eyes; she had soft, now curly, bronzish – brown hair and chocolaty mesmerizing eyes. He resisted the urge to kiss her soft full lips.
"What did Snape want you to do?" she asked as she got her herbology homework out, drawing a sketch of the Birds Bush.
"Sort out bad caterpillars from good for his third year potions class. They're making a babbling beverage. I hate him. Why did I even get a detention anyway? I didn't do anything!"
"Harry, you yelled at him and belittled him in front of the class for him doing what he's done for the past six years."
"Oh yeah."
They sat in silence for a while. As Harry took out his potions homework (Describe the effects of the Polyjuice Potion), Hermione got up, put her stuff away and went to kiss Ron. He couldn't take his eyes off her. As he looked away, he felt a tug on his chest. He could not deny the feelings he'd felt for her, since that first year with the troll.
Harry loved Hermione Granger.
And he felt his heart break when he realised he was never going to get her.
The End
Its short I know, it's only a one-shot, and it's my first fan fiction, so please don't flame me.
I don't know what made me come up with the idea in the first place.