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"It feels like this."

Another sob ripped through Hermione's chest at Harry's words. If that was true then she didn't know how he didn't break down on a daily basis. As tears slid down her cheeks she could feel them soaking into Harry's button-up but he didn't seem to mind.

She had slipped from the crowded Gryffindor common room seemingly unnoticed for everyone's eyes had been on the couple in the center of the room showing, in her opinion, an inappropriate amount of public affection. Had it been anyone else she might've joined the others in their cheers. Though as fate would have it, it had to be the one person in the world that could cause her the most pain.

But she had assumed wrong. There was someone who noticed her exit, and he followed her. Harry had always been there for her and she felt quite guilty that she couldn't help him more with his internal struggles the past couple years. But despite being one of the most famous wizards in history, Harry's never been one to seek attention.

Gusts of wind blew through the corridor and made her shiver. She felt Harry tug his arm away from her and for a moment she was scared that he couldn't handle her blubbering but her fear was silenced as he draped his arm across her shoulders and pulled her closer into him so she could snuggle into his warmth.

Neither of them knew how much time passed before Hermione had cried all her tears out and was left sniffling but they both sat in comfortable silence, not sure what to say or who would speak first.

Finally: "Do you want to talk about it?" Harry asks gently.

"No. At least, not tonight. I just want to avoid them at all costs. I'd understand if you don't want to be around me though. I'm a mess."

"Hermione don't be ridiculous. I'm not going to leave you just because Ron is being a tosspot, I'd never do that." Harry insists.

Hermione looks at him with bewilderment, "Why? Anyone else would. He did."

"Because," he says patiently, "you've always been there for me, even when it seemed everyone else had abandoned me. Ron is my best mate but that doesn't excuse his behavior. He doesn't need me right now, you do. And I will be here for you, day or night, if you need to talk or a shoulder to cry on." he glances down at said shoulder and says teasingly, "But maybe you should give me some warning next time so I can wear a couple extra layers."

She laughs at that and he's glad he could make her smile. Harry reaches up to cup her face and gently brushes away the tears from her cheeks with his thumb. As he does so, Hermione scans his face that is illuminated by the light of the moon. She has watched him grow and mature through the years just as he has her but in this moment she really appreciates how handsome he has become. High cheekbones, a strong jaw, and jet black hair that is always messy even when he tries to comb it.

Without meaning to, her eyes trail down to his lips that are slightly parted and chapped from the cold. His thumbs are still running back and forth over her cheeks and suddenly they don't feel like ice anymore. In fact her whole body seems to be heating up and she realizes how close she is sitting next to him; his face literally inches from hers. She wants to kiss him.

Why does she want to kiss him? She doesn't like Harry she likes Ron! She'd been crying over him just minutes ago and now she wants to snog his best friend, her best friend, i.e. the Chosen One, the famous Harry Potter. Funny thing is, none of those titles have anything to do with this overwhelming urge to close the gap between them.

Admittedly, she had a small crush on him in first year. But what girl in their class didn't? And this was back when Ron insulted her multiple times because he was threatened by her intelligence. Whereas Harry has never been outright rude to her. She's not even sure when her crush transitioned from Harry to Ron. Over the years she just got used to their banter and she learned not to expect much from him. Maybe that was the secret. When Ron treated her nicely it was something to be acknowledged, it was more gratifying because he wasn't that way one hundred percent of the time.

It was like when you told a child that they couldn't have something, it automatically made them want it more. What one cannot have is usually more appealing to the mind. And Hermione always enjoyed a challenge because she had always been out to prove herself. A muggle-born accepted into Hogwarts? Well, better read Hogwarts, A History from cover to cover three times. Want to take two classes at one time? Ask Professor McGonagall and she'll give you a time turner. There's a boy who is so hot and cold with you that you wake up wondering if it will be summer or winter that day? Challenge accepted.

After first year she spent all summer telling herself that it would be stupid to pretend that Harry could have any interest in her when he could so clearly have anyone he wanted. So she hadn't given him another thought in a romantic aspect. Now, however, she's pretty much decided that as much as it hurt, trying to get Ron to feel the same way about her is clearly a waste of time. And Harry was right in front of her being everything she had ever wanted: kind, considerate, honest, and loyal.

When Hermione finally tears her eyes away from his lips to look back into his green orbs, she finds him staring at her like he never has before. His eyes flick down to her lips and back up. Twice. And if she wasn't so focused on every little detail of this moment she wouldn't have noticed. Her breath catches in her throat because she can't believe what she is about to do.

But she does it anyway.

She leans forward ever so slowly and presses her moist lips to his dry ones in the most sweetest of kisses. His lips had still been parted making it so that her bottom lip is nestled snugly between his and her mouth encloses over his top one.

Hermione's heart lurches so strongly it almost hurts. She's not cliche enough to say that fireworks explode behind her eyelids but she can say that she has not felt this kind of rush run through her body and nor can she explain what it feels like. She would later think back on this moment and not remember what she did with her hands, or whether his stayed on her cheeks, or for how long it lasted. There were only a few things that could possibly register in her mind.

For one: Harry must not have shaved that morning because his stubble scratched at her in the most delicious way. Two, he hasn't pushed her away. And lastly, she feels his teeth nibble on her lower lip before running his tongue over it. At this she gasps with surprise and, oh, pleasure.

That is when her brain decides to break through the barriers that clouded her judgement and she rips away from him. He looks just as shocked as she feels. She opens her mouth to explain but nothing comes out. All she can do is shake her head. And then she does the most cowardly thing.

She stands and runs.

She doesn't look back, just takes the stairs two at a time and rushes back to Gryffindor tower and all the way to her dormitory where she collapses on her bed. It's still early so she is the only one there. Everyone else was still celebrating the Quidditch win while that was the absolute last thing on her mind.

What have you done, Hermione?! Now you've probably lost Ron and Harry! Stupid girl!

Hermione kept cursing herself until she cried herself to sleep.


Harry sat there for a while completely bewildered.

He could hardly wrap his mind around what had happened in the last couple hours.

Ron was a brilliant Keeper.

Everyone loved Ron for it and that was great.

Suddenly Lavender Brown is snogging Ron in front of everyone which he thought was great until he noticed Hermione's reaction. Then not so great.

He tried to comfort her but he'd never been any good at comforting crying girls.

And then suddenly Hermione is snogging him.

And the worst part (or perhaps it was the best part but he didn't know what to think anymore) was that he… liked it. He liked it a lot. As soon as their lips touched all thoughts flew out the window and he just had to kiss her back. He's not sure what set her off but one moment she was there and then she wasn't.

Harry had never seen her move so fast.

So he was left there in the cold with his thoughts.

Here it is ladies and gents, the worlds most complicated love triangle turned square and it doesn't even involve magic!

He has slowly been coming to terms with his feelings for his best mates sister, but he can't tell his best mate or his sister about his feelings because his best mate might disown him and best-mates-sister is still in another relationship. So he is instead wedged between his best mate and his best friend who won't admit their feelings for one another so they are all left in an awkward limbo. That is until his best mate decides to snog a different girl so that leaves him to comfort his best friend and for the time being take her side over his best mates. In what was undoubtedly a burst of confused emotions she decides to kiss him. Which leaves him to come to terms with the fact that he has feelings for his best mates sister and his girl.

Bloody fantastic.


AN: So what did ya think? If you enjoyed it let me know with that Review button down below, it would mean the world!

I believe I will continue this but not in a way that completely rewrites the series. I have always shipped Harmony but I want to be realistic about this. I never thought Hermione would just jump into Harry's arms, this has to be a gradual thing. So if you stick with me I promise to produce a happy ending for our dear couple.

Thank you so much for reading!

- Sunshine