The rain lashed against the windows, with the sound of the thunder echoing around joint by a flash of light, lighting up the pitch black room which was positioned at the very top of the Burrow. Hermione found it impossible to sleep through a thunder storm like this and nothing she could do would let her fall asleep. Apart from the storm, all she was able to hear was the quiet snoring sound which Ginny was making between irritably fidgeting in bed, but instead of disturbing Ginny at this early hour of the morning, Hermione grabbed the thick blanket off her bed and quietly crept down the uneven and wobbly stairs into the kitchen.
When in the cold kitchen, she made herself a sweet hot chocolate, and then curled up in the corner of one of the sofas. She wrapped the blanket around her shoulders and cosily hid in that corner, drinking the hot chocolate, watching the rain fall down the windows. While peacefully sitting there watching the rain, Hermione started feeling more relaxed and eventually after a while of closing her eyes for a little too long to be classed as blinking, fell asleep on the sofa, dropping her half full cup of hot chocolate on her feet.
As the hot liquid and the broken pieces touched her small feet, she let out a short but loud scream, quickly jumping up and desperately hoping that she hadn't woke anyone else in the house up. Luckily, the only other people in the Burrow were Harry, Ron and Ginny. Mr and Mrs Weasley had gone to stay over with Charlie in Romania for the summer. As Hermione was busy mopping up the hot chocolate and magically fixing her cup, someone's hand touched her shoulder. Hermione quickly spun around, a little too fast, making Harry need to react quickly to catch her in his arms to stop her from falling to the floor and possibly hurting herself even more.
Harry pulled her upright, holding her close. "Are you okay, Hermione? I heard you scream, what did you do?"
"Oh Harry, it's you," she whispered, relieved that it was only Harry that she woke up, but still apologetic for waking him up so early in the morning. "I'm sorry I woke you, I must have fell asleep and lost grip on my cup, I couldn't sleep..."
Harry looked down at Hermione, placing a kiss upon her forehead and hugged her tight, gently guiding her towards the other, and nto wet, sofa. "Come over and sit with me, Hermione. I'll stay with you until you fall asleep again, I never thought you were one to be so clumsy."
Hermione smiled, giggling quietly to herself at Harry's comment, sitting close and curling up resting her head against his chest, allowing him to easily wrap his arm around her. Soon after curling up comfy on the sofa in the warm and comforting arms of her close friend, she fell sound asleep, laying still with the only movement was her breathing. Harry carefully carried her all the way up to the top floor of the Burrow, quietly pushing the door open laying her on top of the bed sheets. As he turned to walk back to the room which he was sharing with Ron, he paused. With his hand on the door, he turned to look back at Hermione. Quietly snoring in her sleep until she rolled over, facing away from the door, her hand brushed against the rough texture of the wall causing her to murmur something so quietly that Harry wasn't exactly sure what she'd said, but before she was able to move again, Harry took one last look that night at the beautiful sleeping Hermione, shut the door behind him and continued on his way back to his room.
It took him longer than it should have to get back to Ron's room, and once tucked up in his now cold bed, he laid there, staring up at the dusty ceiling, following the small spider which was exploring around it and the tops of the walls. He couldn't sleep now, not with the heavenly picture of the sleeping Hermione in his head, that for some reason, he couldn't seem to shift. He stretched out on his stomach, with his arms and feet in each corner of the bed, thinking about how bad this was, the fact that all he was able to think of clearly was her. All he could think of was the girl his best friend had a major crush on. He juggled about with the idea of waking up Ron to tell him, but judging by the lack of sunlight outside, it was still too early to even be awake. He knew that at some point he'd need to tell Ron, he just couldn't think of the right time to bring up the fact that Hermione was the only thing on his mind.