AN: Nooooooooo the font was to big again! I had to change it all around! My new computer is sooo messed up - already! Anyway...I'm hoping most of you are reading this part over cuz I changed it around... And thank yoou soooooooo much for the reviews - they made me REALLY happy. As for the fic they're in their 5th year - you'll find out the rest for yourself and right now it's quite boring to show you how I turn evil and make everything messed up! Mwahahaha! Ok, ok I'll shutup...


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~Ironic Feelings - Part 1~



Prologue: Harry used to think that one day he would go out with Cho Chang but it turns out it turns out she goes to the Yule Ball with Cedric Diggory. After Diggory died Harry wouldn't dare to think of make a move on Cho. Ever since Harry hadn't had any crushes in mind...for a while.
But before the end of the fourth year at Hogwarts Hermione had kissed him, had she not? And ever since Harry second thoughts about Hermione all month of July. By the time Harry's Birthday rolled around (July 31st) he had thought Hermione had liked him all along and decided he liked her back. What about Victor Krum? Probably just to shy to go with me, Harry had tried to convince himself, anyway she'll never see Krum again - he's on the Bulgarian traveling quidditch team.

And that's the beginning of this potentially complicated fic.

Harry opened his window and sat on the windowsill, allowing the wind ruffle his hair. He stared outside, resting his head on his elbow. Some birthday, he thought to himself, remembering how the Dursley's locked him in his bedroom for saying that they were annoying Muggles. He was really getting fed up with them...

Harry would rather be anywhere than Privet Drive number four at the moment. Even Potions looked thrilling at the time. He got a couple of owls from Ron and one from Colin Creevey with some "moving pictures". But what he wanted was a letter from Hermione. Hedwig was locked up and he didn't have a hairpin in his room.

He saw something flying his way that looked like...snitches? No they were owls... two - no three owls disrupted his thoughts as they flew to his window. Pig and a tawny owl arrived through his window with his birthday presents! For Harry's birthday, Ron and Sirius gave him massive cakes and a bunch of sweets. In Sirius's note it said he was staying with Lupin if he wanted to contact him. Hagrid had given him some treacle fudge but decided the better of it; he would eat it whenever he wanted to prevent himself from talking.

After hungrily devouring some sweets (he still had to follow Dudley's diet), Harry looked up to see a present from - Hermione! Harry dropped what he was eating and picked up the package Hermione had sent him. In the neat script that was unmistakably Hermione's handwriting, was written: To Harry. He opened the envelope to find a card inside. On the front was a picture of Hermione, smiling, waving, and, to Harry's delight, blowing kisses. Harry beamed at the sight of this and carefully opened the card. Inside of it said:

Dear Harry,

Ever since the first day I met you on the Hogwarts Express, I knew right away you were special to me. As we became friends I decided it was best to keep it a secret from you, though. Remember the valentine that you thought you got from Ginny? Well it was from me (fell out of all my notes) and Ginny was only panicky because you had Riddle's diary. In our third year at Hogwarts I began to realize how sweet you were when we saved Sirius and Buckbeak. This past year I only went with Krum to the Yule Ball because I was afraid what would happen with Rita Skeeter around (yeah, I know shouldn't have let it bother me.) I thought this summer before you would leave with those horrible Muggles, I'd give you something to think about: how I think of you as more than just a friend, Harry. Please, I'm begging you - write back.

With Love,
Hermione

P.S. Happy Birthday! I hope you like the cake I sent you, its sugar free.

Harry pinched himself to see if it was all a bizarre dream; but it stung. He read the letter over and over in amazement. He liked Hermione too, but only after she kissed him he realized it. But how would Ron react to this? So many questions flowed into Harry's mind, but then he found out he hadn't opened the cake she sent yet. Harry unwrapped the box to find it was a huge fudgy cake with green icing that said Happy Birthday Harry! He was overwhelmed with excitement, and then he realized Hermione was probably worried sick waiting for an answer. Harry took out a piece of parchment and a quill. He wrote:


Dear Hermione,

I've thought about you all summer and it has given me something to think about and look forward to with the Dursley's. Though when you kissed me on the cheek at Kings Cross, was when it suddenly hit me that I liked you too. Thanks for the card (its a nice picture of you, Hermione) and the delicious cake (I'm literally dying here - Dudley's on another diet).

Yours forever,
Harry

P.S. Shouldn't we tell Ron? I mean we're gonna stay with him this summer, right?

Harry remembered a bouquet of white roses Aunt Petunia kept in a vase downstairs... No, of course she wouldn't mind. He crept downstairs grabbed a bunch of the roses and came back up. Harry stuck them in the card and sent Hedwig out the window with his letter. He watched until she was out of sight.

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By the very next day Harry had gotten a reply from a very relieved Hermione saying that they would tell only Ron later on (he would pick them up in a week). Hermione said that they shouldn't show much affection for each other and Weasleys, Harry immediately wrote back saying he agreed.

Harry told his beefy Uncle Vernon that his friends would come and pick him up in a week, whether he liked it or not.

"Very funny," he growled. "I'm not letting you go with thos-those weirdo's! Not in my house..."Uncle Vernon stopped lecturing when Harry held up his wand.

"There's a spell I know," Harry said threateningly solemn. "That killed a friend of mine. Would you like me to perform it or not?" They froze. Harry took it as a yes.

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Harry had all his things packed when Ron and Hermione rang the Dursley's doorbell. Hermione looked slightly more mature and her hair was somewhat smoother. Once she saw Harry she gave him a timid smile. Harry's hand distinctively went to his messy mop of hair.

"Hi, Harry." Hermione said simply.

"Hi," Harry replied, fairly distant. "Hi Ron. Uh...where's your family?" Harry took a look around; none of the Weasleys were in sight.

"Huh? Oh hi, Harry!" Ron said, who had been examining the fake gnomes in the Dursley's garden. "They're at the Burrow and we planned to meet here to pick you up. We decided to take the Knight Bus back to the Burrow, if that's okay with you."

"Um sure," replied Harry, back to looking at Hermione.

The three of them walked up the block, towards an avenue were the Knight bus had been waiting. They all went aboard the bus paying the conductor Stan Shunpike fifteen sickles, thankfully he hadn't remembered Harry when he tried to be Neville - Stan looked as if he was about to fall asleep. Harry plopped down on his bed for some reason exhausted. They happily talked about Hogwarts and Harry caught Hermione's eye quite a few times as she had caught his.

Finally, Ron went to go to the bathroom, probably to change into his pajamas. Hermione motioned him to come and sit next to him. Harry took a good look around before quickly taking a seat next to Hermione.

"Honestly, I thought he'd never leave!" whispered Hermione almost nervously.

"Same here, but don't you think we're gonna have to tell him sometime..." Harry lost for words, gazed into her warm cinnamon eyes. He suddenly felt daft never noticing her before.

Forgetting all about telling Ron, Harry tilted his head, leaned towards Hermi0ne (who looked as edgy as him) and their lips met for the first time. At the start it was awkward — Harry had never kissed a girl before, nevertheless one of his best friends. Hermione was starting to get into it and —

Ron strolled out of the bathroom in his maroon pajamas and abruptly came to a halt once he saw his two best friends. Harry and Hermione instantly blushed and separated. Ron's eyes grew rounder and rounder and his eyebrows looked as if they would disappear into his fiery hair. There were a few moments of uncomfortable silence, until Harry decided to break the peace.

"We were going to tell you but um err..." Harry said glancing at Hermione for help.

"We were planning to tell you at Hogwarts," said Hermione looking at her lap, "that Harry and I uhh..." She glanced back at Harry for assistance.

"Are boyfriend and girlfriend," Harry said, promptly finishing Hermione's sentence before realizing his error. Great wizards, he thought mentally slapping himself, she probably hates me now. Hermione and Harry looked at each other before both they turning to Ron's to see reaction.

"Since when have you two been...?" Ron said finally speaking.

"This summer," she said finding Harry's hand behind their backs. "By owl." she added.

"Oh... It's just that you can tell me - its not like I'm going to tell the whole world," said Ron glancing out the window. "Well its getting dark and I'm tired, so goodnight." He said changing the subject too quickly.

"Yeah I'm kind of tired too," Harry lied; he was too excited to go to sleep. He squeezed her hand as he got up and moved to his bed.

"Good night, Hermione; good night, Ron." He pulled the covers over him, glancing to see Hermione do the same. Hermione had the feeling Harry wanted to talk to her tomorrow.

"Goodnight," she replied.

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AN: Yeah, yeah it was short and this fic is from sooooooooo long ago but that doesnt mean I dont want reviews!!!!!!!! I'm posting all ur names in the 10th part (which just came out lol)