Just for all you that wonder, Harry likes Hermione, he just hasn't realized it yet, book wise, now it is time for him to realize it fan fiction wise.
He had seen it coming. He knew there had been something between Ron and Hermione for years.
"Let them do what they want. I don't care in the slightest." He sulked to himself.
Now that there was no one to interrupt him, Professor Bines continued with his devastatingly boring lecture. It wouldn't have mattered if it were Professor Lockhart letting out the pixies once more, Harry was not listening.
By the time class was over with, Harry felt that it was his duty to find his friends and convince them that they were wrong for each other.
He ran straight for the Portrait of the Fat Lady and yelled the password. "Phoenix feather."
The portrait swung open, and he came into the common room. No Ron or Hermione. Dinner didn't start for another hour and he didn't think that they would continue their argument in the library. So he decided to give up. Hogwarts was too big for him to try to find them if they didn't want to be found.
He decided maybe a walk on the grounds would clear his mind. Even a trip to Hagrid's couldn't hurt.
So off he went. All the while he kept thinking to himself, why do I care what they do?
"Because you love her." said that all too familiar voice inside his head.
"That's the stupidest thing I have ever heard you say, Hermione." he said to the voice.
When he finally reached Hagrid's hut. he noticed a sign on his door.
"GONE FOR THE WEEKEND TO SEE MA FRIENDS, BE BACK SOON. HAGRID."
Harry just stared at the door. He really needed someone to talk to, but didn't know where else to go.
"I'll just leave him a note to tell him I stopped by." he thought.
Not having parchment ready and willing, he decided to go in and borrow some of Hagrid's.
Harry stopped opening the door part way, because he didn't like what he saw inside.
"Ron, I don't, umm Ronald we need to…ah Ron lets slow down…"
"Nice thing to say, when you're the one who started the whole thing. Hermione, we have both wanted it for so long, it's almost like too long past due…"
At the moment Harry froze. He hadn't felt this angry in along time, and it held him still.
"It took you this long to convince me, now I don't need anymore convincing." Ron said as he ripped her shirt over her head. Hermione grabbed it from him and threw it in the corner. She then tackled him with such force that it knocked them both to the ground, landing almost too close for comfort in front of the door.
Harry just stood and watched his friends for at least five minutes, before Ron banged his head on the door.
"Harry, Harry what are you doing here? asked Hermione, shaking him a little, to bring his focus forward.
"How much of that did you see, mate?" asked Ron, with a huge grin on his face.
Harry looked shaken.
"What are you doing here? In Hagrid's hut of all places?" asked Harry.
"Oh that," said Ron. "We never made it to McGonnagall's office. Hermione jumped me in the hall, and we got a little too into it…"
"So I decided going to see Hagrid would be a good way to cool us off…didn't work though did it?"
At this both Ron and Hermione started laughing.
Harry just stood in the doorway, not knowing what to say.
"Harry, are you OK? Asked a concerned Hermione.
Finally coming to his senses Harry responded. "I just remembered, I have loads of homework to do…and it seems you both have lots of well…well "studying" to do, so I'll just…"
"Harry, you don't have to leave, does he Ron?"
"Well I don't think I can snog Hermione in front of you." joked Ron.
"Ronald Weasley! That was an inappropriate thing to say." said Hermione shocked..
A weak smile came across Harry's face. "Besides, you were both shagging ,not snogging."
"Harry!" huffed Hermione.
"Right you are mate." said Ron proudly.
Hermione proceeded to elbow Ron in the ribs.
"Well, you don't even have your shirt on." Ron pointed out.
Hermione gasped as she put her hands over her chest.
"As much as I like watching you in your bra, I think I'm going to go." And at that Harry turned and walked away.