AN: OK so like a lot of part time writers i may have an issue with world building and not enough plot...oh well. here is something a little random i have been sitting on. figured id share it. Enjoy

Hermione was sitting in her favorite corner chair. She may have looked like she was reading a book but she wasn't processing any of it. Her mind was on a certain messy haired boy. Harry had been her first human friend. None of the other boys were an acceptable option, and if she wanted to fit it there was no reason to consider other girls. So Harry it was. Her logic processes came to him as the only conclusion. It was time to make her move so they could be boyfriend and girlfriend.

Hermione closed her book and set it on the table, heading for the boys dorms. There was almost no one in the common room anyway, it was a Hogsmeade weekend. Besides, every Gryffindor knew not to mess with a book in 'Hermione's corner'. Harry had shown neither interest nor distress that he was not allowed to go to Hogsmeade. He would merely curl up on his bed and read. Hermione marched straight up to the 3rd year boys dorm. The bushy haired teen paused and cooled her jets. She always had to remind herself that humans didn't always like her brash side. Although Harry would just give a half smirk everyone else seemed to miss when she was being particularly brash. It was why he was her first and only pick of a partner.

Hermione gave a soft knock and opened the door upon hearing Harry's soft call of "Yes?"

She looked over at the recently turned teen boy. His area was neat and precise. The rest of the boys' dorm was a mess. The super organised bookworm of Gryffindor tower had to fight a shudder that ran down to her core at the disaster area that was the rest of the third year dorm. As she expected, Harry was propped up reading a book. The spine and cover were hidden by his legs. The emerald eyed boy looked up and gave her that little smile he reserved just for her. "Hey, Sparks, What's going on?"

Hermione couldn't help but be amused by his little nickname for her. If only the boy knew. He had come up with the name when he had said she had both a spark of brilliance and a spark of insanity when she figured out it was the basilisk.

Harry scooted over and patted the side of the bed, which she promptly sat down on. Pausing for what seemed like only a nanosecond, she turned and stated her intentions.

"Harrison," She only used his full name when she was being totally serious, "I have thought about this, and it makes perfectly logical sense. We should date. Be boyfriend and girlfriend."

Harry quietly marked and closed his book. She absently noted it was a Muggle text on mechanical engineering. He gave her that small lopsided grin again and gave her his full attention. "And what pray tell, M'lady, is the logic behind such a statement?"

Harry may tease her but at least he would always listen. The next half hour he spent just listening to every argument, counterargument, and just plain interesting remark. Before his smile turned to a sad look. "Sparks, while that is an incredibly well laid out logical argument, there is one thing you are missing in the equations. I am not hardwired for human women."

Hermione felt her shoulders slump and she turned away with a softly muttered "Oh." She felt Harry's hand on her shoulder. Before he could say anything else she pulled every iota of her Gryffindor courage and turned and firmly planted her lips on his. It was mechanical, and not just from her. She could at least excuse her part in it but not Harry's. Not when compared to what a normal hormonal teenager should be. She was going to have to recalculate so much now. She tried to leave before Harry could say something. However, he stopped her with a surprisingly soft but firm grip.

"Hermione," Harry hadn't used her full name since the day of the troll incident. She wasn't sure if this was good or bad. "I am deeply honored that you came to me with this. I promise to tell you the real reason if you swear to never tell a soul. You're my best friend and I want you to know why."

The Bushy haired girl turned, even if her hair had seemed to lose some of its bounce and the distressing turn of events. "I swear Harry, Not a soul."

Harry stood up and grabbed his wand and proceeded to cast several higher than third year privacy spells. Hermione just quirked an eyebrow at the situation, clearly intrigued. She also noted that Harry was clearly blocking the door. "Sparks, I won't insult you by asking you not to freak. I just ask you to trust me as you have shown you do in the past."

With that cryptic statement, Hermione watched as her friend's form blurred a little and looked like it was about to fold in on itself before Harry stood up and hard lines and metallic edges appeared. A helmet formed hiding most of her friend's head, and he was covered in armored plates. His form was still compact, lithe and built to be swift. She caught sight of tires hanging off the back of his shoulders. There was a red angular stylized face in the center of his chest. His coloring was the same midnight black as his hair and his eyes still glowed with that emerald fire. Harry held up his hands which were now of a mechanical nature too. He slowly lifted them to the helmet, the face guard retracted and Harry removed the hemelt. Short mechanical locks were revealed. It seemed Harry couldn't get rid of his trademark messy hair, even with mechanical precision. Harry stood up to his hull height of now six feet, very impressive for a 13 year old. He did however hold very still as he watched his best friend merely tilt her head at him and stare. "Sparks, you ok?"

Hermione was shocked to say the least. Her friend could turn into a mechanical being. This changed everything and so much made sense. She wasn't alone. Hermione stood up and moved to where she had enough space. Slowly she let her form flow till she too was taller and of a mechanical nature. Her plating was of a hot pink color. However her arms with both marred by a spot where something clearly had been removed. She didn't have a helm but long silver locks going past her shoulder for her mechanical hair. "More than OK now."

Harry felt his lower jaw mechanics fail. His best friend was just like him. He would have jumped in joy but didn't want to break the tower. He hadn't shifted in so long his processors were a little sluggish. He had to reboot his optical sensors three times to make sure he was seeing what he was seeing. He quickly stepped up to his best friend and pulling on his own Gryffindor courage he placed his mechanical lips to hers. While there was still a mechanical feeling there this time it was right. He pulled back and gave that lopsided grin again. "Not alone."

Hermione couldn't resist turning the tables and teasing a little. "Wow Harry, this is a pretty big secret. I'm not sure how I could ever be able to keep it. This also definitely changes my logic programming." She couldn't help but give her own little half smirk.

Harry couldn't help but chuckle. Still in his robotic form he sat down in front of the door. Effectively barricading them in unless someone wanted to tear down half the tower. He couldn't help but give a cheeky smile and said, "So since we have played i'll show you mine if you show me yours. Shall we play what's your story?"