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Chapter 3

Hermione sat on the couch curled up in a thick blanket. The fire place was blazing behind the couch and Harry sat on the other end of the couch, watching he television at a low volume. In Hermione's lap was a thick, old book. The spine was cracked and the pages rippd and bent. On the front of it in broken, silver writing it read HERMIONE'S PERSONAL SPACE. Hermione glanced over at Harry, his green eyes locked on the television in front of him. Glancing down at the half filled page, Hermione lifted her pen and began to write again.

...Harry sits on the other end of the couch watching television. Outside, it's pouring down rain. I don't know why it is raining so violently. It was only raining sunshine ten minutes ago. Now, you can't even see two inches in front of you. This class seems to be going fairly well so far. Today is the third day in the house with Harry. Other than Harry being a little happy the first night here, everything has seemed to go well. Matter of fact, Harry tries to avoid me now. I wonder if I embarssed him an awful lot?I sure hope that I didn't. It would be awful to go on for another four days without speaking to Harry much. I wouldn't know what to do with myself.

I find myself wondering about Harry more and more these days. I know that I shouldn't. Ron likes me so much and we have shared so much since our first year here at Hogwarts. Bloody hell, we dated for almost three years and just recently broke up. Should I really be over him? Should I really be thinking about Harry like this? Him and Ron are such great friends. To be honest with myself, I think I liked it in the kitchen with Harry the first night here. Although I was with Ron for so long, we never did anything. How could we? He was scared he would get sick from holding my hand. I've never even had a true kiss. Just a small peck on the lips. I wnder if Harry and Chong ever got very far? Or maybe Harry and Ginny...?

"Why do I see my name in there Hermione? What are you writing about me for? It better not be anything bad!", Harry picked at Hermione as he stood behind her, his hands on her shoulders.

Jumping, Hermione quickly slammed the book shut, laying it beside her on the couch. "Of course I'm not talking bd about you Harry. Who could ever talk bad about you?", Hermione asked with a smile as she turned her head to look at Harry. To her surprise her face was just inches from Harry's. She could see deep into his green eyes and see every little crease and fold on his face.

Laughing, Harry moved and let his fingers dig into Hermione's side. She squealed, squirming around and attempting to get up. Grabbing hold of the neck of Harry's shirt for balance, she pulled Harry over the back of the couch and Harry landed softly ontop of Hermione, pushing her back into a half-sitting, half-laying postion.

Harry's body was pressed close to Hermione's. His hands were on either side of her shoulders and his knees in the small open space inbetween Hermione's legs. The diary that she had been writing is was underneath one of Harry's knees and the blanket she had been wrapped up in was now on the floor.

Harry bent, letting his lips press to Hermione's. Hermione's eyes fluttered shut as she let her hands move to rest on Harry's hips. How soft his lips felt. How wonderful they felt on her lips. Hermione pulled away from the kiss, looking through Harry's glasses to his green eyes. How beautiful they were. Her eyes most hve been just as beutiful to Harry. Hermione bit her bottom lip softly, turning her head as Harry leaned forward for another kiss. His lips landed on Hermione's tender, rose red cheek.

"I...I have to get to bed. Big test tomorrow. Sorry Harry.", Hermione quietly breathed as she moved from under Harry and ran down the hall to the bedroom.

Shutting and locking the door behind her, she leaned agaisnt the door. Hermione felt tears sting at her eyes and then spill down her burning red cheeks. Hermione ran her fingers through her rather bushy hair. The ends of her hair was damp from her tears. She could hear Harry in the bahroom across the hall.

How did this happen? How did I betray myself and Ron? How did I let myself go this far with Harry!?, Hermione thought to herself as she pulled on a baggy tee shirt. Although...I did find it rather pleasing...