Summary: Harry and Hermione have been distant with each other ever since Hermione had gotten herself a boyfriend. A few of their friends had noticed and decided to come up with a plan to bring them closer. However, when the plan was put into action, something went wrong and changed Harry and Hermione's perspective towards each other forever. Now their friends must deal with Hermione's boyfriend who happened to be Ronald Weasley, Harry's best friend, and also the aftermath.

"Hermione! What a surprise! I didn't expect to see you at the library!" Lavender exclaimed giddily as she made her way to the table where Hermione was currently seated. The girl gave her roommate a wary glance.

"Lavender, I'm always in the library," Hermione pointed out in a bored tone. Her roommate could be a little annoying and all she wanted right now was some peace and quiet.

"Oh," Lavender didn't take the hint and instead, pulled out a chair and sat herself down so that she was across from Hermione. "So. What are you going to send Ron for Christmas?"

"Um," Hermione stuttered, "I don't know, really. Er...why?"

"Oh, never mind. I was thinking of getting Harry something..."

"Harry? Aren't you dating Dean, Lavender?" Hermione asked, her book forgotten.

"Yeah, but you have to admit...Harry is hot." Hermione blushed at Lavender's blatant statement then gave the girl a stern look.

"Lavender, cheating on your boyfriend is like a sin. Dean is so nice to you and you want to betray him? Besides, Harry is not that kind of person. He would never do such a thing."

Lavender shrugged. "You're right," she said finally. "I'll go see Dean later. Have a snog or something. Anyways, I didn't expect you to act like that when I was talking about Harry. Do you like him or something?"

"No!" Hermione suddenly exclaimed, looking at her roommate with a wild expression. She glanced around the library but luckily, no one was near their area. "I'm with Ron, Lavender!"

"Well, you and Harry are still friends no matter who you date. Ever since Ron asked you out, you and Harry never spend a moment alone like you used to. Don't you miss that?"

"Yes," answered Hermione reluctantly. She looked over at her friend, wondering why Lavender was asking all sorts of questions. "What should I do? Harry and I used to spend every moment together. I miss being with him, laughing..."

"Then invite him to a study session or something. Connect again. If you're scared that Ron will get jealous or something, he doesn't have to know. He's on vacation after all," Lavender smiled. She patted Hermione's arm in motherly fashion and before Hermione could speak another word, she headed off to find her boyfriend.

Hermione was left alone with her thoughts. No one was crazy enough to be in the library during vacation except for Hermione and Madam Pince (but only because it was her job as school librarian).

Ever since the kiss had happened, Hermione couldn't think of Harry without seeing that unbidden image of the time in the library. She was with Ron; it was wrong to think of her best friend like that. She sometimes wondered why Harry had kissed her. Maybe he was just confused and caught up in the secluded, alone moment. After all, Harry would never be disloyal to Ron like that. He was confused; that's why he kissed Hermione. Just that.

The kiss was unexpected. One moment Harry and Hermione were laughing over a memory of when they were younger. Then suddenly, Harry kissed her. When Harry had used his tongue...Merlin, Hermione forgot about everything. Maybe it was because Harry had given her the tongue. Ron had kissed her the day he asked her out and yes, he used his tongue but Harry...woah.

And the way he caressed her sides when she had her back against the table, and Harry had her pinned with his body. He treated her as if she was fragile and precious.

His lips were insistent, pressing against hers with urgency but still caressed hers at the same time. He planted light kisses all over her face and then her neck where her weakest spot was exposed to Harry's wonderful lips. Hermione couldn't say anything but found herself responding, pushing Harry's back so that he was pressed closer to her. Then he brought his lips back up and Hermione met him again.

They had pulled away, gasping for air. Harry smiled, brushing a strand of her hair away and looked at Hermione straight in her eyes.

Hermione was feeling a bit warm as she thought of that moment with her best friend. She knew she was blushing too, which only added to the guilt of her actually enjoying the thought.

Then, after that snog with Harry, Hermione had chosen to say the worst thing.

"I'm dating Ron."

She knew she was being a child by ignoring Harry's attempt to talk to her. To be honest, Hermione was scared. If Harry decided to say something to her, it may break her. It may lead her to do things that she'd regret later on.

"H-Harry?"

Harry looked up from his game of chess against Dean and saw Hermione. He dropped the pawn that was in his hand. She was uncertainly playing with her hands. Her hair was tied in a messy but cute ponytail. She was wearing her uniform without the robes (short skirt with blouse and a tie) even though it was the holidays. Harry thought she looked beautiful.

"Hermione. Hi," he breathed, standing up from his seat. Dean quickly hid a smirk and excused himself from the game but Harry didn't notice.

"Hi," Hermione said, immediately captured by his beautiful green eyes. "I was wondering since we haven't hung out much...would you like to study with me or something?"

"Sure!" Harry answered immediately, smiling his brightest smile. He was elated. After talking with Dean, he was going to do the same with Hermione but was glad she asked first. Maybe Lav talked to her or something.

"Great. Um...how about I meet you up in your room? It'll only take a few minutes; I have to get my stuff."

Harry nodded anxiously and Hermione gave him a small smile.

She walked backwards as she waved a nervous and short goodbye. Harry watched her disappear up the girl's dormitory and only noticed Neville when he tapped Harry on the shoulder.

"Oh, hey Neville!"

"Hey, er...you want a butterbeer?" Neville asked nervously. Harry smiled at his friend and accepted. He loved butterbeer. "And here's one for Hermione, er, only if she wants it. And she should, it's, er, great stuff."

"Yeah," Harry muttered distractedly, watching Hermione as she gave him a small, shy glance before heading up the boy's dormitory. He quickly excused himself and followed her.

After the coast was clear, Lavender, Dean and Neville gathered in a huddle with Parvati and Seamus joining only moments later.

"Alright, so Parvati, you put the Attraction potion in the butterbeer, right?"

The Indian girl nodded, knowing that Lavender meant the potion that would increase Hermione and Harry's romantic attraction towards each other.

"And Neville, you gave it to Harry and Hermione?"

Neville let out a meek 'yes', inwardly hoping that the plan would work.

"Alright… so, people...let's wait to see how our plan turns out."