Hi I'm really sorry about this but I forgot to put my disclaimer at the start of the first chapter: I don't own anything!

Again am going to apologise as this is my first fanfic in around 6 years and I have never written a HP fic before so if my characters are no good I'm sorry.

She woke suddenly, blurry memories of the night before drifting back to her, 'that can't be real' she thought but she knew deep down it was so she slowly opened her eyes to the unfamiliar room, the Room of Requirement had undoubtedly done a good job last night. A small but elegant room with nothing but a large four poster bed in the centre. They hadn't 'required' anything else at that point she thought archly.

She then looked to her left and saw the sleeping form of her best friend. He looked peaceful, laid on his front his pale back light by the torches on the wall; she then noticed the pink marks on his left shoulder. It seemed she had gotten a little carried away last night. She chuckled softly to herself.

She stood leaving the safety and warmth of the bed; pulling Harry's plaid shirt over herself she began to look for her own clothes which had been strewn to each corner of the room in the frenzied de-robing of the previous night. It was only then as she discovered her discarded underwear under the bed that the first pang of guilt hit her; it was like a wave that made her sick to her stomach. 'How could I have done this?' She hurriedly started to dress needing desperately to get back to her own safe dorm room where she could think this through.

In her haste she slipped falling directly onto the slumbering form of Harry who woke with a start. "What the…?" he said through bleary eyes scrabbling around for his glasses which had been discarded unceremoniously the night before. Hermione looked at him scared of the reaction she would get when his brain came to and realised where he was and what had happened. However once he found his glasses and placed them on he just smiled at her sheepishly.

She quickly found her feet not breaking eye contact with him. She couldn't find any words, which was highly unusual for her, desperately hoping for him to break the silence her wish was granted when he simply muttered in a quizzical tone 'morning?'

'Yeah it is.' She answered moving away from the bed as Harry pushed himself up turning to look at her. 'Hermione, look...'

'No Harry don't say anything' she cut him off. Harrys face changed he looked hurt, but this was too much for her. The guilt was still washing over her. What if Ron found out, or Ginny for that matter no matter what she said it wasn't Dean she wanted to be with. How could she have acted to rashly, normally it would have taken her weeks to make such a big decision, months even and then she would have found a way to talk herself out of it.

'But Hermione this...this thing... last... I mean' he struggled for the words wasn't sure what he wanted to say just knew that they had to talk about it. At that particular moment he hadn't formed an opinion on how he felt about what had gone between them he only knew that he had enjoyed himself and that he didn't want her to leave.

But she did. She took that opportunity knowing that Harry had not yet found his clothes and couldn't follow her into what would be the now busy corridors of the vast castle to turn on her heels and run leaving him with his mouth still wide and wordless.

A/N : I know these chapters short but I'm just getting back into this. Please read and review Thanksxx