Author's Note: Hi everyone! This is my first finished fan fic. I love writing. Anyway, this is a Harry/Hermione romance. I think they are the cutest couple ever. Oh well, Read and Review and tell me what you think. Creative criticism is always welcome and you know how I love compliments! Oh well! Please enjoy and tell me if I should make a sequel! J

Disclaimer: J.K. Rules and the characters in this story are by no means mine. She is a great author and I don't compare to her at all!

" Hey Hermione!"

She looked up from her book as she heard the familiar voice. She looked at his floppy hair and dirty robes. "Have fun at Quidditch practice?" she grinned. He returned the smile. " I am so tired," he said, plopping down on the couch next to her. "How is the studying coming?" he asked her.

" Well, not so good actually. I can't pay attention. I have my mind on other things," she replied. Mostly consisting of you, she thought.

"Like what?" Harry asked, concerned.

"Oh nothing," Hermione said quickly. She looked down at her books, pretending to read. Harry knew better. He lifted her chin and gazed into her eyes. "You can tell me anything, you know."

"I know. I--- I have to tell you something," she stuttered. How she loved those eyes. They were so deep and intense, she felt like she could lose herself in them. And that would be okay.

"What is it, Herm?" She loved it when she called her by that nickname.

"Well, I wanted you to know that I, well, I really like------" her voice was cut off when she heard someone calling her from the girls dorm. "I have to go!" Hermione said, getting off the couch. She started up the stairs.

" But, you like what?" Harry called after her.

"UmQuidditch, I like Quidditch!" she yelled back. She reached the top of the stairs, and she saw a bewildered Harry staring at her. She quickly ran to her room.

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"I can't believe I almost told him!" Hermione exclaimed the next morning. She was sitting in front of the mirror, trying desperately to get her hair to stay down.

"I think it's sweet! He should know that you like him! I think you should go for it," Ginny replied enthusiastically. "After all, it is your last year here. You've liked him since your third year! Go for it already. What do you have to lose?" she inquired.

"Everything! It would ruin our friendship. And what would Ron think?" Hermione said, pointing her wand at her hair. She turned to Ginny. " I can't lose his friendship! And what if he doesn't like me? We would probably never speak to each other again!" she said, frustrated.

"But think of what would happen if he does like you," said Ginny, slyly. She looked at Hermione and grinned. "Romantic evenings in the common room, moonlit walks under the stars, the possibilities are endless. Think about it, Hermione," she said encouragingly.

Hermione smiled at Ginny, "Yes, it would be quite fun. I'll guess I'll give it a shot. But first I have to figure out what to do with this hair!" she said. "Epiliarusen!" she said loudly, putting a spell on her hair. Ginny burst out laughing. "What?! What's so funny?" Hermione cried.

"Look in the mirror," Ginny said in a fit of giggles. Hermione turned and looked. Every inch of her hair stood on end, sparks flying out of the tips. "GGRRRRRR! I hate my hair!" she yelled. "Stop laughing!" Hermione told Ginny.

"Bu, But, it's soo funny! Just look at your self!" Ginny said, laughing so hard she was crying. Hermione looked at herself again in the mirror. She looked like she lit her head on fire! She laughed, she couldn't help it, it looked so ridiculous. She and Ginny bust into another fit of giggles.

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" I wonder what is wrong with them?" Ron asked, disgusted. He and Harry sat in the common room together, listening to the girls laugh.

" Do you suppose someone put a tickling charm on them?" said Harry.

" I doubt it, you know how girls get sometimes," Ron said a matter-of-factly.

" Actually, no, I don't. Hermione has been acting really strange lately. She seemed like she was trying to tell me something important. Then Ginny called her from the dorms. Before she ran up, I asked her what she wanted to tell me. All she said was, I like Quidditch.' I just don't get her sometimes!" Harry said, confused.

Ron looked at him and grinned. A sly look spread across his face. "Why don't you just tell her you like her already? Or how about I do it? I'd like to see the look on her face" he trailed off, seeing Harry's expression.

"I can't tell her! She'd just make fun of me," Harry exclaimed. Or would she? Maybe she truly likes me. I'm probably just imagining it, he thought.

" Come on Harry. You've faced Voldemort a million times and you can't even talk to a girl?" Ron teased. That's true, Harry thought. Just be brave. I'll tell her tonight. He gulped. Hopefully. Harry lightly punched Ron in the arm. "Stop teasing me! I don't see you talking to Lavender." Now it was Harry's turn to tease. Ron blushed.

"Okay, truce. No more teasing," Ron said. "Now let's get to class. We have Potions first, ugh."

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After thoroughly fixing her hair and loading it with hair straightening spells, Hermione was off to class. She walked quickly through the halls and to the dungeons, where Potions was held. She strode into the classroom, looking for a seat. To her secret delight, the only seat left was next to the famous Harry Potter. "Ms.Granger, take a seat," a cold voice said behind her. She blushed and sat down next to her crush. The Slytherin side of the room sniggered.

Draco whispered loudly, "Hermione and Harry sitting in a tree.

K-I-S-S-I-N-G. First comes lov" he was cut off by Snape.

"That will be quite enough, Draco," the Professor said calmly. Hermione looked uncomfortably at Harry. His cheeks were red also. Hermione sighed and started to take out her Potion supplies.

Hermione thought that her classes would never end. She was very hungry, and was looking forward to eating supper in the Great Hall. She hurried to the girl's dormitory to put away her books. She sat down in front of the mirror and put a few more spells on her hair. Everything has to be perfect, she thought. I'll tell him tonight. She checked in the mirror. Her hair shone beautifully. She took a deep breath and walked toward the Great Hall.

She walked slowly into the Hall. She saw Ginny waving to her from the Gryffindor table. She waved back. Hermione made her way to the table and sat down next to Ginny.

"Are you going to tell him?" Ginny asked, excitedly.

"Shhhh! Not so loud! He'll hear you," Hermione whispered.

"Don't worry, but are you?" she asked.

"Yes, I will give it a try and hope for the best," Hermione whispered nervously.

"Good! I know he likes you," Ginny encouraged her. Hermione smiled.

"Thanks! You're a great friend." Suddenly, in front of them appeared the food. She started laughing.

"What's so funny?" asked Harry, who sat across from her.

" Nothing, but do you remember when I freed the house elves in our fifth year? They were so happy after Dobby convinced them it was fun to be free. That was a great day," Hermione said, her eyes shining.

" Yeah, you were wonderful. You wouldn't quit until they were free. I always admired you for that," Harry said. Hermione blushed and started to eat her food. She took some biscuits, ham, and a bit of pumpkin pudding for dessert.

Just as she was finishing her meal, Harry spoke to her. "Hermione? Can I talk to you?" She nodded and followed him out of the Great Hall. He took her hand, which took Hermione by surprise. "I have something to tell you too," she said nervously, as they walked out of the castle. It was warm outside and the sun was just starting to set.

"You go first, then," Harry told her. She took a deep breath.

"Well, do you remember yesterday when I told you I like Quidditch? Well, I don't. I mean Quidditch is okay and everything but that's not what I wanted to say. What I was trying to say is this. I really really"

"Like you. I like you" Harry interuppted. Hermione stepped back, confused.

"Yes, that's what I was trying to say, but how did you know?" she asked him suspiciously.

" No, I like you. That's what I wanted to say. And I've said it, and it seems we are both thinking the same thing," Harry smiled. Hermione returned it with one of her own. Harry gazed into her eyes. She didn't look away. She rest her head on his shoulder. "This is perfect," she breathed in his neck.

He nodded. He lifted her chin up and said shyly, "Dare we make what Malfoy said come true? Of course, we don't have to sit in a tree." Hermione smiled at Harry. He brought his face closer to hers and locked her in a passionate kiss. Hermione brushed his cheek with her hand and returned the kiss. She heard footsteps behind her. She pulled away from Harry as she saw Ron run up. She ran her fingers through Harry's hair, giving him a look that said: Later. He nodded. Hermione sighed contently. Nothing could ruin this night, she thought. She was wrong.

"Get out of the way!" Ron yelled, panicking. Hermione looked at him confused. She thought Ron was losing his mind. "MOVE!" Ron screamed. Too late. Hermione cried out as Harry fell unconscious in her arms