Author's Note: I have been editing this story a little bit so it corresponds with the time era and makes a little more sense. I hope you enjoy. I will put one disclaimer and one only, for I don't believe you need one for every chapter. The chapters that have been revised will say so at the top.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, nor am I claiming to. I do not own the school they attend of any of the places mentioned. If you have any complaints, complain to me. The plot is the only thing I claim, even though I am not so sure it is a good one anymore.

Chapter One: (revised.)

It was a rather hot day outside and Harry Potter sat in the common room with Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley. They were listening to some of Hermione's Muggle tapes. Harry had heard of some of them like The Beatles and Culture Club, but he had never heard of The Pet Shop Boys. What kind of name was that anyways? Who ever they were, Hermione was crazy about them.

"Ooh Harry turn it up this is my favorite song!" Hermione shouted as one of the Pet Shop Boys songs came on.

Hermione started to sing some of the lyrics. Her voice was like an angel's voice, so Ron thought, though he would never admit it. Harry could see Ron starring at her and he'd smile occasionally.

"I Bought you drinks, I bought you flowers. I read you books and talked for hours. Every day, so many drinks. Such pretty flowers, so tell me: What have I, what have I, what have I done to deserve this?" Hermione drifted off in her song as she glanced at her book. She was reading of course 'Hogwarts: A History.' Harry and Ron couldn't figure out why she liked that book so much.

"Hey Harry, who do you recon the Animal Store Girls are?" Ron asked.

"They're the Pet Shop Boys, and they are the most best boy band in the world!" Hermione said looking up from her book. Her eyes twinkled as she thought about them. "They've been around for a while, I'm surprised neither of you have heard of them."

"I live in the Wizarding World, Hermione, did you forget that?" Ron asked annoyed. As if he was supposed to know some Muggle band.

Harry and Ron rolled their eyes at each other and went back to studying. Yes, studying, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley actually studying. It wasn't their idea, studying never was. However, if they didn't study, they would fail Potions and Snape was being nice enough to at least give them a D for dreadful instead of a T for troll.

After a few hours of just sitting there starring, blankly at the potions book Harry looked up at Ron, who looked about as exhausted as Harry felt.

"Are you transferring any of this into your head?" He asked miserably.

"No, you?" Ron asked with a long sigh and a frown.

"Nope." Harry replied simply as he looked at his watch that Sirius had given him for his birthday.

"Gosh, it is already nine o'clock, better get to bed. You know with school and everything going on tomorrow." Harry said as he started to get up, anything to get away from this 'studying' thing.

"Not so fast Harry, we don't have school tomorrow. It's a Friday. Another thing, what is so important tomorrow? There is nothing happening." Hermione said looking up from her book again. Hermione could be a bit irritating at times, especially when one was trying to make up an excuse of some sort.

"Hermione, I'm tired. We have studied all day, at least since we got out of classes. Can't we just get some rest?" Ron complained, closing his own book and staring down his long, freckled nose.

"Oh alright," Hermione gave in. "However, I expect you to be up bright and early tomorrow morning. You have a lot of work to do." Hermione grabbed her tape player and books and stood up to stretch her rather long legs. She'd grown a lot over the last summer, although she was still shorter than either Ron or Harry.

Ron packed up his books and headed up to the dorms, followed by Harry who gave a long sigh once he reached the top step.

"The nerve of that woman," Harry whispered to Ron as he got his pajamas on.

"Tell me about it. She acts like my mother." Ron said buttoning his shirt, and crawling into bed. He grabbed his pillow against his chest as his eyes slower started to close.

Harry got into his own bed and closed his eyes. He tossed and turned, and tried to fall asleep but it was no use. He looked over at Ron who had already fallen asleep and rolled his eyes. He grabbed his glasses and walked down to the common room, but could hardly see anything in the darkness. No one stayed up past nine thirty when McGonagall had her detention slips in hand. They were all supposed to be in bed at or before nine thirty and if they weren't it meant trouble. Harry sat down on one of the couches in front of the fireplace. The fireplace was still going because it wasn't that late, and people had just gone to bed. Harry sighed and lay down.

"Oof." Something cried as Harry felt a sharp pain and his side. He jumped up and looked down at the couch to see the familiar face of a brown haired girl.

"Hermione, what are you doing down here?" Harry asked.

"I couldn't sleep. What about you," Hermione replied questioningly.

"Me too, I just can't sleep well these days." Harry said as he sat back down next to Hermione.

Hermione scooted up to Harry and curled her self into a ball. Harry looked down at her and smiled a bit. It wasn't an awkward 'what-is-she-doing-smile,' it was just a smile of content. He liked it when she curled herself up against him. It made him feel like he was wanted.

"Hey Harry, have you ever wondered what it would be like to, you know, be more than just friends?" Hermione asked looking up into Harry's emerald green eyes.

"You mean like Girl friend/boy friend type?" Harry asked a bit taken aback by the question and its meaning.

"Yea, that." Hermione replied.

"I suppose I have a couple of times." Harry said putting his arm around Hermione and pulling her closer to him.

"Do you think we could?" Hermione asked allowing Harry to pull her closer.

"If you wanted to," Harry whispered, gulping slightly as his head tried to catch what was going on.

"Yeah but if you didn't, I wouldn't want to feel like an idiot." Hermione said, blushing and trying to hide her face from view.

"Well, what if I do?" Harry asked.

"Then I would be willing to try," Hermione smiled and bit her bottom lip. She never looked more beautiful.

Harry leaned closer to her, placing his hand on her cheek and his thumb just below her chin. He brought her head up to his and kissed her softly. Everything seemed perfect, it was the greatest moment in the world, until they were rudely interrupted by a certain red head.