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AN: I really have no idea what I am doing on this website with the whole uploading thing. This is my first time actually publishing anything I've written on here, so bare with me while I figure this out. Thanks to everyone who is following this story, that's really cool! I've had this story in my head for a while now and I wanted to write about Post-Hogwarts Harry and Hermione. I think they were the underestimated couple that would have been really great together... Well I'm babbling now so please enjoy and review!

Chapter 2

The next few weeks seemed to drag on. Harry was grateful that the rain had stopped, but he still could not rid his mind of her. They had successfully avoided each other for a week and it helped that Ron was there so they could switch into their normal roles as best mates, but the tension between them was picking at them.

The next day Ron would be leaving for Bulgaria for god knows how long and it would just be Hermione and him. If he put in extra time at the ministry then maybe that would help the predicament in which they found themselves. Harry had to set boundaries for himself around her so they wouldn't be in danger of slipping. Not that the fact of hurting Ron wasn't enough, but the pull they have towards each other was magnetic. Harry told himself that all he had to do was not look at her for more than a few seconds, avoid any sort of physical contact, and avoid home as much as possible. That was the plan and he was convinced it would erase his feelings for her, unless the weather was bad, then he might be in trouble.

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Ron had left yesterday leaving Harry and her alone. What happened in the park should not repeat itself. Hermione needed a solution to all of this. She missed Harry being her best friend, not all this tension surrounding them. Had it always been like this? Of course it had, ever since Ron left the two alone on the Horcrux hunt. They were all each other had and they comforted each other in a dark time. They were each others rock, lights, even hopes. Harry and her shared something so intimate that could never fully go away with them living in such close circumstances.

Hermione loved Ron, she did. But she loved Harry too. She felt like they always had shared a bond and Ron didn't understand. Was that bond love? Had it always existed? Was it there when they searched for the Sorcerers Stone? When they helped Sirius escape the dementors kiss? Practicing for the Triwizard Tournament? Surely Hermione, being the clever witch that she is, would've known that she was in love with Harry James Potter. But she wasn't with Harry, she was with Ron and she needed to accept that. She needed Harry to go back being her best friend, but how?

Hermione thought about it for quite sometime before she came to a resolution. They would just have to hang out or do something as completely platonic friends. Their relationship would be forced to fall back into the way they were before the Horcrux hunt. Their conversation would be limited to work, the Weasleys, and Quiddich. There would be no physical contact and be in a friendly environment. That was it, this had to work and Hermione was determined to fix them. She would ask Harry to accompany her to the book store and out to lunch. The only flaw in which she could see that would foil her plan was if it rained. She needed to consult the weather report before asking Harry.

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Harry was sitting in bed reading the Daily Prophet when Hermione burst through the door.

"Harry I was wondering if you would like to accompany me to the bookstore and lunch this Friday around noonish?" she stated matter of factly.

Harry looked up bewildered by her business like demeanor. "Ahh-yea- er that sounds great." he replied.

"Well alright then!" She chirped and strode out of his bedroom leaving him perplexed by her sudden change of behavior.

"Maybe this is her way of making things normal again?" He thought. Harry sincerely hoped it would work, for he wanted to stop being haunted by the memory of them and what could've been. He let out a sigh and went back to reading the Quiddich scores, he glanced at fridays weather report, partly sunny, 20% chance of rain...at least he had that going for him.