"H-Harry!" screamed Hermione. "I-I'm cum-cumming!"

Harry felt Hermione's liquids spill out over his dick, and then he woke up.

Harry had been having these dreams for a fortnight now. He had a secret desire for Hermione, but he knew she would not feel the same for him. They were in their fifth year, and what with the O.W.L. exams and everything, Harry was sure she didn't have time for him. And if he was completely honest, if she did have time for a boyfriend, would it really be Harry? They had been friends since they were eleven. Lifelong friends don't fall in love. Or did they? He wasn't sure.

...And so Harry thought, he thought about Hermione and nothing else. He needed Hermione badly. But she would never have him, surely? But little did he know, she was having a dream just like his...

"Ahhhh-FUCK HARRY!" Hermione screamed. "I'm cumming!"

And she felt her liquids stream down his cock, and then she woke up.

Hermione had been having these dreams for a fortnight now. She had a secret desire for Harry, but she knew he would not feel the same for her. They were in their fifth year, and what with the O.W.L. exams and everything, Hermione was sure he didn't have time for her. And if she was completely honest, if he did have time for a boyfriend, would it really be Hermione. They had been friends since they were eleven. Lifelong friends don't fall in love. Or did they? She wasn't quite sure.

...Harry and Hermione eventually fell back asleep and when they awoke they sat around the Common Room...

"Harry, you wanna go down to Hagrid's later?" Ron asked. "Harry?"

"Wha-What? Oh, Hagrid's," Harry set down a book. "Sorry, I was reading something."

The truth was he wasn't reading anything at all. He was peering over the book at Hermione whenever he was sure she was reading something. Hermione and her perfect bushy hair. Hermione and her perfect body. Hermione and her perfect curves.

"Hey 'Mione wanna come too?" said Ron. "'Mione? Blimey, everyone's reading."

"What? Oh, I'm sorry Ron. Yes, of course I'll come," Hermione said. "I was just reading a very interesting paragraph in Hogwarts, A History."

The truth was she wasn't reading anything either. She was peering over at Harry when she was sure he was reading something. Harry and his perfect messy hair. Harry and his perfect green eyes. Harry and his perfect smile.

"Shall we go then?" Ron's voice came again.

"Oh, yes." Harry and Hermione said at the same time.

And so they went to Hagrid's. Harry and Hermione not knowing they were both having sexual dreams for each other. Not knowing they both wanted the other. Not knowing they both didn't make a move so they wouldn't damage their friendship. And then they came back, and went up to the Common Room. And there they stayed for hours, Harry thinking of Hermione, Hermione thinking of Harry, and Ron thinking of chess.

"I think I'm going to the library, I need to look something up." Hermione said, finally seeing a way to get alone with Harry.

"Oh, good, I need to return my book," said Ron.

"Oh, Ron, you just reminded me, I have a library book on the seventh floor, I dropped it when Peeves came by and splattered me with dung bombs. Would you go and get it?" Hermione asked, adding a hint of desperation.

"Oh, well fine then." Ron said, as he moodily skulked off to the seventh floor, luckily not asking where the book was on the seventh floor, for there was no book.

"Hermione, can I go to the library with you?" Harry asked, eagerly, seeing a way to get alone with Hermione.

"Oh Harry, of course. I was about to ask you, I need to tell you something." Hermione said, nervously.

Once they got into the library, they passed a group of Ravenclaws who were huddled around discussing Quidditch tactics. Harry wished he could get his Invisibility Cloak and listen in, he thought it'd be nice to know what they thought was a good play style. Finally, they reached a deserted corner of the library, and, taking a seat, both stared at each other.

"What was it you wanted to tell me Hermione?" Harry asked.

"Oh, right," Hermione blushed. "Well, I-I, have feelings for someone, I think."

"Oh," Harry felt defeat and lateness swelling inside him. "So do I actually."

They both stared at each other, and then, at the same time, asked, "For who?"

They both stared at each other a little longer, and then, again at the same time, replied, "You."

Hermione gasped, and Harry could feel his mouth hanging open. Hermione actually liked him. Hermione actually liked him!

"I can't believe it." Harry said slowly, staring at her beautiful face.

"Nor I," Hermione blushed.

"We-Well, I-we, I think-What about Ron?" Harry asked.

"What about Ron?" Hermione frowned, hoping Ron wasn't going to keep them apart.

"Well, shouldn't we tell him if we start dating?"

"Of course, sooner than later," Hermione said reasonably. "But what do you mean if we start dating? Is this a date?"

"Oh-well, I mean," Harry blushed and finally spoke again. "Hermione, will you be my girlfriend?"

"Harry James Potter, I thought you'd never ask." She said, smirking, and then she leaned across the table and kissed him.

Harry didn't know how long they had been kissing, just that he didn't want it to stop. Her lips tasted to so good. Harry wanted to know what her tongue and saliva tasted like, but felt he better not rush into anything. Finally they stopped kissing.

"Hermione, that was-" Harry started.

"Incredible," Hermione finished for him. "We better go back up to the Common Room."

As they walked back up to the Common Room, hand in hand, Harry felt that this was the best day of his life. He was now dating Hermione Granger, he had kissed Hermione, and now he couldn't wait for them to get into the Common Room where it was warm and cozy.

Once they entered the Common Room, Harry took his favorite seat by the fire and Hermione sat half in the seat and half on his lap. Ron was nowhere to be seen. That was a good sign. That meant Harry didn't have to worry about kissing Hermione a little more. And so he did that. And the kiss never broke. Not until Ron came storming into the Common a Room.

"Sorry, Hermione, I couldn't find that bo-" Ron stopped in his tracks. Harry knew why. He was sitting in a seat with Hermione in his lap, both his and Hermione's hair was messed up, and Harry was holding Hermione's back with his hands. "What the bloody hell is going on!"

"Ronald, you can't get angry at Harry for your stupidity. It's not his fault you never made a move."

"Wait, wait a sec," Ron said, realization dawning on him. "There was no damn book on the seventh floor! You only said that!"

"That's right. I had to tell Harry something," said Hermione, who ran her fingers threw Harry's hair.

Harry got very aroused and didn't even care Ron was standing there. He turned Hermione's head and kissed her again. They didn't break apart until Ron screamed something.

"What'd you say Ron?" Harry asked, not really caring.

"What the bloody hell are you doing snogging her like that in public!" Ron screamed again.

"She's my girl, so I have to reward her for just being her," Harry said, which made Hermione beam and blush. "And I chose to do it by kissing her."

"Oh, Harry!" Hermione squealed. "I love you!"

And then they kissed again. Harry never wanted to stop kissing her. He wanted it to go on forever. When they broke apart, Ron was no longer standing in front of them. They assumed he went to bed, and also, agreeing that he'd try to kill Harry if he went up there, decided Harry should sleep in the Common Room tonight.

"And, I can keep you company if you want?" Hermione asked.

"Of course!" Harry said.

And so they went to sleep together in the chair, and didn't do anything but kiss. Kiss and kiss. It was all they needed to do. It said everything for them.