Harry walked into the common room very late. It was almost completely
empty...except for Hermione, asleep in a chair near the fire, three
schoolbooks on her lap. Harry approached her slowly. He sat in a chair
next to her and gazed at her face.
"You're so beautiful Hermione...," he whispered.
He sat there for a moment, just looking at her, not wanting to move from that spot. She was so beautiful when she slept. She was so beautiful all the time. He thought of all the feelings he had been having for her lately. He liked her. A lot. He had not really told anyone, even Ron; because he had a suspicion, Ron felt the same. He did not have to worry about that now though, because Ron was with his family this Christmas, as well as every other Gryffindor, besides Hermione, some first years, and himself. He had actually hoped Hermione would have been awake, because he wanted to tell her about his feelings, and he wanted to tell her tonight. He had been at Hagrids late, without thinking of the time, and had to sneak back under his invisibility cloak.
"Hermione..?" Harry said, slowly stroking her face. "Hermione, wake up." He removed the books from her lap, and gently shook her arm. "Hermione? Are you awake?"
She slowly rubbed her eyes and looked around. "...yes...Yes. I'm awake."
She looked at Harry. Their eyes locked. She paused; then..."Harry, what time is it? How long have been I asleep?"
"I Dunno. I just got here. It's probably about two." He said, smiling.
"Two? What were you doing out so late Harry?" Hermione said, worried. Harry loved it when she worried about it. Even if it was only a sign of their friendship, he knew she sincerely cared about him, and she was beautiful when she worried, too.
"I was at Hagrids. I got him a small present for Christmas." Harry said.
"Alright..." Hermione said, looking around. "Well, best be getting to bed."
She picked up her books and started to walk towards her dormitory.
"Hermione, wait." Harry said, grabbing her arm.
What is it?"
"I...I need to talk to you."
"But Harry, this is hardly the time to have a conversation. If it isn't important, can we talk about it tomorrow?"
"It is important!" He said a little too loudly. Nevertheless, it was important. He had been holding it in for to long, almost five months. He needed to tell her NOW.
"Alright then Harry, if it's important..." Hermione said as she placed her books on the floor and sat in the chair she had fallen asleep in. "What is it? Is it about You-Know-Who? Is it about Hagrid? Is something wrong?"
"No, there's nothing wrong with Hagrid. Its not about Voldermort...it is about me. I just really need to talk to you about something..." His voice trailed off. He did not know how in the world he was going to tell her that he liked her...maybe even loved...
"Well get to it Harry." Hermione said, but she was smiling.
"Alright, I suppose I'll just come out and say it then...." Harry stuttered a bit. "Well, er...Hermione...I ... like you. I like you."
Hermione had an odd expression on her face. A bit of confusion and shock mixed together.
"Harry, I like you too. Your one of my best friends...what are you getting at?"
"No Hermione," Harry said, with a little more confidence. "I like you. I have feelings for you."
Hermione's eyes widened. "Feelings...?" she whispered. She looked totally shocked. "Harry! Harry, I...Oh, I cannot believe this is happening..." Hermione said, her voice trailing off. She stood up and started pacing back and forth. She turned her back to him, but he could tell she was crying.
She was taking this very differently then Harry would have expected. Why would she cry? She was distressed because he liked her! "Herms...I'm sorry. I do not want anything to change between us if you don't want it to! I'll love ya no matter what!" He tried to be light and happy. He wanted her to stop crying.
"No Harry. I...I feel the same way..." She said, extremely quiet.
Harry felt his heart beating faster. Hermione liked him. He felt like jumping and singing. He stood up and walked to her. He leaned in to hug her, maybe even kiss her, but she began to talk again...
"But, Ron..." She said, turning her face away from him.
"Ron? What does this have to do with Ron? I like you Hermione. You are beautiful. You are perfect. I mean...Ron won't care? He will be happy for us, don't you think? I actually suspected he liked you Herms, but I don't think it's anything to worry about. Hermione...?" Harry said loudly. He was a little angry that she had brought Ron up at a time like this. What did this have to do with Ron? He would be happy for them if anything. Yes, Harry thought Ron liked Hermione, but that did not matter, Harry had said something first. Anyway, how would Hermione know...?
"Ron and I are...." she paused. She looked up at him and he could see her wonderful eyes, swollen with tears. He wanted to kiss her. "Harry, Ron and I are ... involved..."
He did not understand. Involved? What...? He had always thought Ron liked her, but she couldn't mean...
"I guess you could say were dating, Harry."
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"You're so beautiful Hermione...," he whispered.
He sat there for a moment, just looking at her, not wanting to move from that spot. She was so beautiful when she slept. She was so beautiful all the time. He thought of all the feelings he had been having for her lately. He liked her. A lot. He had not really told anyone, even Ron; because he had a suspicion, Ron felt the same. He did not have to worry about that now though, because Ron was with his family this Christmas, as well as every other Gryffindor, besides Hermione, some first years, and himself. He had actually hoped Hermione would have been awake, because he wanted to tell her about his feelings, and he wanted to tell her tonight. He had been at Hagrids late, without thinking of the time, and had to sneak back under his invisibility cloak.
"Hermione..?" Harry said, slowly stroking her face. "Hermione, wake up." He removed the books from her lap, and gently shook her arm. "Hermione? Are you awake?"
She slowly rubbed her eyes and looked around. "...yes...Yes. I'm awake."
She looked at Harry. Their eyes locked. She paused; then..."Harry, what time is it? How long have been I asleep?"
"I Dunno. I just got here. It's probably about two." He said, smiling.
"Two? What were you doing out so late Harry?" Hermione said, worried. Harry loved it when she worried about it. Even if it was only a sign of their friendship, he knew she sincerely cared about him, and she was beautiful when she worried, too.
"I was at Hagrids. I got him a small present for Christmas." Harry said.
"Alright..." Hermione said, looking around. "Well, best be getting to bed."
She picked up her books and started to walk towards her dormitory.
"Hermione, wait." Harry said, grabbing her arm.
What is it?"
"I...I need to talk to you."
"But Harry, this is hardly the time to have a conversation. If it isn't important, can we talk about it tomorrow?"
"It is important!" He said a little too loudly. Nevertheless, it was important. He had been holding it in for to long, almost five months. He needed to tell her NOW.
"Alright then Harry, if it's important..." Hermione said as she placed her books on the floor and sat in the chair she had fallen asleep in. "What is it? Is it about You-Know-Who? Is it about Hagrid? Is something wrong?"
"No, there's nothing wrong with Hagrid. Its not about Voldermort...it is about me. I just really need to talk to you about something..." His voice trailed off. He did not know how in the world he was going to tell her that he liked her...maybe even loved...
"Well get to it Harry." Hermione said, but she was smiling.
"Alright, I suppose I'll just come out and say it then...." Harry stuttered a bit. "Well, er...Hermione...I ... like you. I like you."
Hermione had an odd expression on her face. A bit of confusion and shock mixed together.
"Harry, I like you too. Your one of my best friends...what are you getting at?"
"No Hermione," Harry said, with a little more confidence. "I like you. I have feelings for you."
Hermione's eyes widened. "Feelings...?" she whispered. She looked totally shocked. "Harry! Harry, I...Oh, I cannot believe this is happening..." Hermione said, her voice trailing off. She stood up and started pacing back and forth. She turned her back to him, but he could tell she was crying.
She was taking this very differently then Harry would have expected. Why would she cry? She was distressed because he liked her! "Herms...I'm sorry. I do not want anything to change between us if you don't want it to! I'll love ya no matter what!" He tried to be light and happy. He wanted her to stop crying.
"No Harry. I...I feel the same way..." She said, extremely quiet.
Harry felt his heart beating faster. Hermione liked him. He felt like jumping and singing. He stood up and walked to her. He leaned in to hug her, maybe even kiss her, but she began to talk again...
"But, Ron..." She said, turning her face away from him.
"Ron? What does this have to do with Ron? I like you Hermione. You are beautiful. You are perfect. I mean...Ron won't care? He will be happy for us, don't you think? I actually suspected he liked you Herms, but I don't think it's anything to worry about. Hermione...?" Harry said loudly. He was a little angry that she had brought Ron up at a time like this. What did this have to do with Ron? He would be happy for them if anything. Yes, Harry thought Ron liked Hermione, but that did not matter, Harry had said something first. Anyway, how would Hermione know...?
"Ron and I are...." she paused. She looked up at him and he could see her wonderful eyes, swollen with tears. He wanted to kiss her. "Harry, Ron and I are ... involved..."
He did not understand. Involved? What...? He had always thought Ron liked her, but she couldn't mean...
"I guess you could say were dating, Harry."
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