"Hermione!" Harry yelled. He was walking down into the common room. It was early, he wasn't sure of the time, but he saw light streaming in from the window. It was so beautiful he loved days like this. Days that he could just stare out the window, look at the clear sky, and wish for better times. Ever since Sirius, his beloved Godfather died, he took refuge in starring out into the cloudless sky.
"Yes, Harry?" Hermione had popped out of nowhere, stealing Harry from his thoughts. He had been caught starring out the window, again. He had made the mistake in telling Hermione that he thought of Sirius when he looked out the window. She was under the impression that this would upset him, but he took comfort in it, she just didn't understand. She had never lost anyone like he had. Even when he told her, told her a million times over, that looking out the window doesn't make him sad, she would not believe him. "Harry, I thought you had something to ask or tell me?" Hermione asked when she received a blank stare from Harry. He certainly did have something to talk to her about, something to ask her, but he couldn't do it. He had lost his never again.
"Sorry Hermione, I just wanted to say good morning," Harry said, hoping a blush did not appear on his cheeks. No, he wanted to do more than say good morning. He wanted to tell her how he felt about her. How whenever he saw her, he got butterflies in his stomach. Whenever she smiled at him, he felt a little dizzy. He thought he had a crush on Cho Chang, but it was nothing compared to this.
His feelings for her changed drastically with a dream he had one night a couple months back. He could remember is quite clearly. He was at a Wedding, and at first he didn't know whose it was. Then he saw Ron, and Harry realized he was standing in the spot that the Best Man would generally stand in. He smiled to himself. He was curious of who the Bride was, and he could not wait to find out. He'd definitely make fun of Ron later for it. But then, once he saw the Bride, Harry decided Ron would never hear of this dream. It was Hermione, looking beautiful as ever. He clenched his fists, and had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. What was it? Nerves? But why, as the Best Man, would he be nervous? Then he figured it out, it was jealousy. But it was just Hermione! His best friend, the girl he loved as a sister, nothing more! Nothing more… But the feeling, the jealousy, that was not nothing. And suddenly he realized, he did feel something for Hermione. Something more than friendship. Suddenly, he wanted to be with Hermione all the time. He wanted to hold her close, to hug her longer than what is generally not usual between friends. It was killing him. And also, he knew Ron liked Hermione. Harry could tell, and he was beginning to doubt that Hermione didn't like Ron the same. This made him angry, he wouldn't, wouldn't, let Ron have her, Ron didn't feel as much as he did…
"Well, Harry, meet Ron and I in the Great Hall for breakfast?" Hermione asked.
"Sure, yeah, I'll be there in a little bit," He hated how she said "Ron and I". Were they a couple? Dating behind his back? No, they weren't, he reassured himself. He was just panicking. They were his best friends, they would tell him, wouldn't they? Yes, they would, but whether they were dating or not, they had a thing for each other. Harry knew that he had to act quickly. It was time to be a man, and tell Hermione how he felt. He had to do it before it was too late.
"Tonight, tonight I'll tell her, I'll tell her everything," Harry said to himself. And now, the feeling in his stomach was not jealousy. This time it was really nerves.
A/N: Not much, I thought I'd see if there was any interest in the story. If so, please review so I know whether to continue or not! Thanks!