Author's Note:

::starts up in unusually annoying voice:: Why must you people complain about my caps problem? ::drops annoying voice:: Anyway, I just edited this chapter, for paragraph structure and all that fun stuff. Chapter 2 will be done soon, btw. Enjoy the updated version! Ttyl.

Harry Potter and the Trouble with Love

Harry Potter awoke in his four-poster, two hours before average. Even besides that tonight was strange. He had not had one of his dreams about Voldemort, istead, it was about Hermione.

"What are you doing?" said a voice that made Harry jump from surprise.

"Ron, why are you awake? Go back to sleep."

"You make a lot of bloody noise when you wake up early. Tonight had to have been the loudest." Ron replied "I'm surprised no one else is up. What's up?"

"Oh, just a ba- a weird dream." said Harry. He had almost said a bad dream, however, it wasn't.

"OK. Go back to sleep. You only have two hours, and then you can tell me about this dream. Alright?"

" Yeah, sure. Goodnight, Ron."

"Goodnight, Harry."

Now Harry was worried about morning. He had not planed on telling Ron - or anyone, for that matter - about this unusual dream. He dreaded morning, but knew it would come. He decided he would not worry quite as much if he was asleep, so down he lay. Two minutes after Harry's head hit the pillow he was fast asleep.

* * * * * *

That morning, Hermione was late for breakfast ("probably in the library reading up on newts" was Ron's explanation for it). However, Harry couldn't get her out of his mind. All these strange feelings...

Harry was floating through the clouds. Just as he confusedly tried to discover where he was, there was a flash of bright light, and a beautiful girl with bushy brownish hair floated (as he was) right in front of him. He tried to swim toward her. She was calling his name...

"Harry! Hello? Harry? Ron, help!" Hermione said, and awaking Harry from his confused thoughts.

"WAKE U -"

"Ron, don't worry, I'm awake."

"What happened?" asked Hermione.

"Nothing. I -er -was just -er... thinking."

"About what?" asked Hermione.

"About...about....you" Harry replied, " I -I mean, you were late to breakfast today, and..."

"Oh, I was just in the library-"

"Newts, right?" Ron butted in.

"No! Something for Potions!" she replied, as if that was the most ludicrous suggeston ever made. She shoved some toast into her mouth. "Well, gotta go! I might get to get in a few more chapters before Charms. Bye, guys!" and with that, she was off.

"Strange, that one," commented Ron.

"Yeah," replied Harry with a daze in his eyes.

"Harry, don't go there."

"What?"

"Please, don't go there."

* * * * *

"Well, done with my homework! Harry, wanna go down to the kitchens for a snack? We can bring something back to the common room. You don't mind, do you, Ron?"

"No, " Ron replied sarcastically. "Not at all."

"good. Come on, harry"

"Coming, "said Harry. Ron and Harry exchanged a worried glance as harry walked outside. "How come Ron couldn't come?" asked Harry.

Hermione stopped walking and turned to face Harry. "I wanted to talk to you"

"er..."

"I've known you for a while, even before Hogwarts, in lots of books. I always thought you were very interesting, even only based upon those stories."

"Hermione-"

"Wait. What I am trying to say is, I like you Harry. Love you even. And if you don't-"

"Hermione"

Hermione looked up hopefully.

"I love you too"

Hermione smiled and hugged harry. Finally, he thought.

"Well well well, what do we have here?" said a malicious voice from behind.

"Malfoy. What are you doing here?"

"I go to this school too, Potter, in case you haven't noticed-"

"come on Harry...the kitchens, remember?"

"Fine,"said Harry with an spiteful glance back at Draco. "Lets go"

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Later, at the painting of the fruit, Harry and Hermione exchanged their first kiss...just as Dobby walked out of the kitchens.

"Harry Potter! Harry Potter just kissed that girl! Dobby is so happy for Harry Potter!" exclaimed Dobby with a tear in his eye.

"Dobby, shh, you cant tell anyone"

"But why not, Harry?" Hermione asked him.

"Because word might get around to Ron" Harry replied

"But wouldn't he be happy for us like Dobby here?" she questioned, pointing to the grinning house elf.

"No. No, I don't think he would..."

"Oh, well then...Dobby, can you get us some pastries, please?"

"Yes miss, Dobby will get them miss."

And in no less than a minute, about 6 house elves trotted out with an extremely large platter of any pastry you could think of.