Seeing her like this was heart-breaking for him, he had long known of Hermione's love for his red headed imbecile of a best friend. He really had hoped that when the time came that things would work out for them. He was also a little surprised to know that Hermione had figured out his feelings regarding the youngest of the Weasley brood.
He then felt her crying change and it became more ragged almost as if something had shifted within her. He said her name and she looked at him, those big brown determined eyes now gleaming with an undeniable fury. This almost scared Harry, he had seen her angry and determined but this was new this was a need for revenge similar to that he had felt on countless occasions. He tried to soothe her stroking absent-mindedly at her lower back.
Those shining eyes caught his once again only this time there was also an air of mischief, and then in a swift motion Hermione leant down and caught his lips with her own, slowly at first 'test the water' she thought if her plan was going to work then she couldn't be scaring off the most important piece. But he didn't pull away maybe in shock or maybe because a pretty girl was kissing him and he was, after all only a teenage boy teeming with hormones. He responded tentatively slowly at first before the pace and intensity began to build to a point where neither of them wanted to stop but the necessity of oxygen was becoming a problem.
They pulled away reluctantly, heads spinning they looked at each other a grin pacing between the two it was almost as though they were drunk, deep down they both knew that this plan was a bad idea but at that moment it felt so good to both of them that there logical brains went out of the window.
Slowly Harry stood and held out a hand for Hermione to take she followed suit taking it and following. He led her through the castle to the 7th floor and in front of a very familiar tapestry they stood waiting for a door to appear, when it did they entered to find exactly what they needed a simple room with a bed nothing more and with one more fleeting grin they were one again on each other.
A blur of clothes and lips, hands venturing where they had never ventured before, nibbling, biting sucking and moaning. Both not thinking in the slightest about anything but that moment, about how good this felt just then no-one else in the world mattered or existed.