Hey! I finally came to my senses and became an H/Hr shipper! Aren't I clever?  No, I'm still all for D/Hr and D/G (don't you just LOVE Draco? God I can't get over him sometimes! Damn shame I can't write him!)  But I'm taking a stab at Harry and Hermione now so bear with me! If you have any ideas… e-mail me @ boycrazie548@aol.com I'd love some direction! It's from Hermione's and Harry's PoV if I mess it up let me know right away because I've accidentally switched them before. This is for all you people out there reading this… I'll make it worth it! OH and FYI… the defeat of Voldemort happened and I may mention it, but for now PLEASE just live with the fact that I can't write battle ummk?

                                                                                                                                                Chapter One

                                                                                                                                        Something About Harry 

I never meant for this to happen. 

            This thing I have for Harry.  Nope, not in a million years… OK so maybe once or twice before I gave the young and famous Harry Potter a look that wasn't in such a 'best friend manner'.  But he's Harry Potter, every girl does at least once.  But me, falling in love with my very best friend, just wasn't supposed to happen!  I was going to get over the cautious, skittish thing between Ron and I, and admit to HIM that we should be together.  But nope, nope! My heart wasn't having any of it… it knew Harry was the one for me, even if my head didn't! 

            Ok, I know I'm raving but I still can't believe this happened!  IT happened one night end of sixth year, me him and Ron were sitting alone laughing around the fire in the common room.   Harry and I had yet to go off to our private rooms in the prefect wings, and we were having fun in out tired state.  Ron was doing a spiffy imitation of Snape yelling at Malfoy (a sight that he will never ever forget!)  over spilling a poison that gave half the other Syltherins even more warts all over their bodies.  The warts were semi-permanent and they had to walk around school for a week before Snape could make the antidote.  Ron was in heaven.

            So, back to my story, we were sitting there it was around one o'clock.  I have no idea how it got so late!  The people had dwindled away and we were barely tired, well Ron was looking tired but Harry and I were wide-awake still.  About a half hour after the Snape impersonation Ron yawned hugely and said,

            " Well mates, I'm exhausted so I'll be off to bed… go on get off to your own common room!"  We laughed and bid him good night, walking through the portrait holes, towards the prefect wing. 

            " So, can you believe sixth year is almost over?" Harry announced. 

            " No, not at all, its so unreal.  It seems like we've been here much longer."

            " I agree. "   He looked at me then.  He just stopped in the middle of the hall to turn and look at me!  Pausing for only a split second like I had said something puzzling or outlandish. 

            That's when it happened.  Its like after all those years, my heart finally sent the message to my brain and the light clicked on and I saw Harry as if seeing him for the first time.  He wasn't the scrawny, short little eleven year old scared but bravely facing Hogwarts for the first time.  He was a sixteen-year-old young man who had grown taller, and although still skinny, was shaping up and had a noticeably built chest.  He was taller than her now, at an even 6 foot, now that the main danger of Voldemort had gone he was more laid back, fully enjoying life all he could.  I now saw why this year Harry had become a part of Lavender and Parvati's list of snoggable guys.  I saw why Witch Weekly did annual articles on the updates of him and why they were so keen on getting pictures of him looking in the mirror and coming out of the Quidditch locker rooms.  Before I laughed with Ron about them.  Now what was I going to do? 

            After the moment had passed, we both coughed and quickly started talking both at once. 

            " Soyouwanna…"

            " Yeahso…" 

            Then we laughed, and he started talking about how he thought Ron had a crush on Lavender.  I gasped,

            " No way!  Ohh, I can so make fun of him with this one!"

            " Oh, don't, he'll kill me if he knew I told you!" 

            " Uh!  What else have you been keeping from Harry James Potter?"  I said while thinking *just keep cool… he'll never notice!*  But at the same time I couldn't help feeling that it was already different. 

            "  Hmm… lets see nothing that I know of.  Oh wait.. there is that thing.  Oh no, I can't tell you!" 

            " Harry!"  I cried.  I hate when they do this.  What a dumb guy thing to do!

            " Not unless your very, very good!"  He cooed. 

            " Oh God Harry, that's so pathetic, why can't you just tell me?"  But we had reached the wing and he was already saying the password ( Firebolts ) and walking behind the opened portrait of Boris the Bewildered. 

            " Nope, not telling you now, it just isn't right—just isn't the right time…I shouldn't have said anything. But I will say this… Good night Hermione!"  With that note he left me standing there as perplexed as the painting swinging open behind me. 

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            Later that night I lay there still unable to sleep.  My roommate,  Melissa Moon ( see page *121* of Book 1 it says the last name "moon" I'm doing my homework!!) who I was beginning to become friends with, was sleeping in the five poster on the other side of the room.  Was I just flirting with him? Or was he flirting with me? Both?

 I rolled over, and over again like I was trying to put out a fire.  In a way I was when I thought about it.  I hadn't wanted to suddenly go head over heals for him.  Just looking in those emerald green gorgeous entrancing captivating clever intelligent mystical green eyes, just that time in the middle of that night had done something to me.   Ugh! Damn my sixteen-year-old hormones! I had been through so much more than normal teenage stuff, unless you call chasing dragons  running from and/or fighting evil Dark Lords normal!  Its just seems like I had been through enough, shouldn't I be able to skip the teenage stuff?  Apparently not. 

            As I was finally falling asleep the last thing I saw were Harry's eyes before I fell into a sleep full of dreams. 

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            She was looking at me. 

            No I was looking at her! 

            Wait, I looked at her, and then she looked at me.  We were looking at each other.  I don't really know why I stopped to look at her.  I was perplexed that I had spent six years with Hermione and failed to notice how friendly she was.  That she was a kind gentle person to anyone who didn't severely piss her off.    Wait, I had known that I just saw her a tad differently now.  We could kid around better; we were quicker to tease Ron together, faster to laugh at each other's jokes.  It was un-nerving really but fun.  In a way more daring than anything else they had done.  Finding out more about Hermione was a task that he'd be willing to take. 

            So… what do you think?? Nice… good… OK?  I don't know! Ok, so it's a bit "fast paced" (or maybe that's just the mood I'm in or something... I think it's the mood) and it may not be exactly "Harry Potter" but its NOT Harry Potter… its FANFIC I love you all… because even if you don't review (this is just a joke you will review wont you??) you read it!! Oops there is that mood again… night night next chapter will be longer I promise!! ~JeSs~