This is a Harmony (Harry + Hermione) and a little Ginny + Harry fanfiction but mostly Harry + Hermione. I encourage as much commenting! Constructive criticism is much appreciated. Please don't outright say really mean and bad stuff in the comments.

*Disclaimer* - I do not own Harry Potter, any characters related to the Harry Potter franchise, or anything Harry Potter I am just borrowing them. I basically don't own anything in this story.

This is my second story! I'm not British so this was hard to mimic the British way of speaking. Hope you enjoy it!

Chapter 1: An Unexpected Crush

"Professor Snape is honestly the biggest git I have ever met," Ron said, now ranting. Ron threw his arms up wildly, almost hitting me in the face. "We have a bloody Quidditch game tomorrow, I need to practice! "

"Ron," I said, softly. "You almost hit me in the head." Ron didn't seem to hear though and kept on charging through his argument.

"It's like Snape wants me to lose the match," Ron said sarcastically. "Oh wait he does! What kind of rubbish person would actually go to such extremes just so the opposing team loses. That's not really fair play isn't it? Oh right, he's Slytherin!"

"No one cares if you have a Quidditch match," said one of the knights, it was Sir Cadagan. "And shut up! I was having a nice time taking a nap." Sir Cadagan then went back to his rickety chair and closed his eyes to presumingly take a nap and not eavesdrop.

"Well," Hermione said, matter-of-factly, ignoring Sir Cadagan's remarks about silence. "You better get studying, I'm sure you can have time to study and practice. Now that I think about it, Harry and you barely even study, all you do is play exploding snap. It's a wonder that you're still in even your O.W.L classes."

"Geez Hermione, don't be so bloody harsh," Ron said, sourly, cutting off Hermione. "Honestly, You sound like my mum."

Hermione's face turned a slight shade of pink and I could swear fumes came out of her ears. She curtly turned around and stormed off up the stairs, her flats slamming down on the steps, making a loud clicking noise when it came in contact with the steps.

"Wow," Ron sarcastically. "She seems mad." Ron turned towards Harry, raising an eyebrow. "What's with her?"

I shrugged. "I don't know," I responded, equally as curious as to why Hermione had a sudden outburst. "Maybe it's because of the new N.E.W.T classes? She might be stressed or something."

"Whatever," said Ron, shrugging off the issue. "She's always pissed off at me. I don't know why she's more pissed off at you Harry. It's like she's got something against me." Ron's nonchalant attitude now turned into worry. "You don't think it's because I beat Corvus McLaggen during the tryouts, do you? Do you reckon she fancies him?"

"No," I said. It was definitely not that because Hermione put the Confundus charm on McLaggen to make him worse at the tryouts.

Ron sighed. "Well," Ron said. "I'm going to the Great Hall to eat. You wanna' come?"

"I wish I could," I said, lying. "But I'm going to do some homework for Potions." Also a lie.

"But I thought we don't have homework for Potions?" Ron said skeptically. "You and me are in the same class."

Godric, I'm a terrible liar. "Oh, uh," I said, fumbling with my words, quickly trying to make up a lie to cover up my other lie. "Slughorn," I said. "He, uh, gave me an extra assignment. I'm going to the library to do it."

"Fine," Ron said, already walking downstairs towards the great hall, eating the lie like it was his favorite cooking made by his Mum. "I'll be in the Great Hall if you need me."

I waited until he was all the way down the stairs and then went upstairs towards the library. Guilt poured down onto my chest with a slow gluttony like the syrup that Aunt Marge made for Thanksgiving morning.

Am I a bad person for lying to Ron? I thought. Would it make me just like Voldemort? Dumbledore said himself that I had the qualities of Tom Riddle; cunning, ambitious, dedicated, studious, and charismatic. But I'm lying for the sake of friendship, I don't think Tom ever did that, I don't think Tom had any mates. Why do I even want to go to Hermione? What is this burning sensation to go to Hermione. I sighed. I'll figure it out later.

There she was, Hermione, she looked radiant in the dimming sunset, vibrant orange shades bouncing off her nutty long brown hair in a way most enticing. I found her in the library, in one of the nooks with a couch reading what looked to be like the Hobbit. For a moment, I completely forgot that she came from a muggle family, just like me. Well, not just like me, but I was raised from a muggle family like her. I don't know why I followed her upstairs, I just... felt like I needed to talk to her and this would be the perfect time.

I inched forward to talk to her but thought better. Wouldn't it be weird? I mean we are friends, but we just had a fight and I'm not sure she would like me because I didn't necessarily stick up for her. Maybe this isn't the right…

"Harry," Hermione said. I fucking bloody fell down like an idiot and my glasses fell down on the floor with me. "I see you behind that bookcase. What are you doing here?" She said half-laughing. I stood up and turned to face her, picking up my glasses and straightening my hair in hopes of preserving a shred of respect.

With my glasses, I could actually now see here without being obstructed by a bookcase. She was smiling now, which I cannot explain how, but it made me smile without noticing. I didn't even care that she was laughing at me.

"What are you doing here?" Hermione repeated, her smile fading away into one of a neutral statement.

"I just…" I paused, unsure of what to say, trying to pick my words carefully. "...needed to see how you were. You know, after the fight."

"Harry," Hermione said, trying to relax the intensity of my statement and my general atmosphere by smiling. "I'm fine, it was just a stupid fight. I'll get over it." Hermione stood up from the couch slowly and walked over to me and gingerly grabbed my right hand and sandwiched it between both her hands. "It's alright, me and Ron can make up."

"You mean Ron and you," I said, snarkily, unknowingly smiling now.

"Haha," Hermione said, letting go of my hand now. "I know I always correct your grammar." Hermione tilted her head and stared into my eyes which gave me a direct gaze into her eyes. Her eyes were a brilliant nutty brown matching her hair. Everything about her was perfect... "You're still tense," Hermione said, interrupting my thoughts. "I already said everything was fine. You don't need to worry about me."

"I didn't just come to see you because I wanted to see how you were doing," I said. "I wanted to say.." What Harry, that you like her? Stop it! Stop arguing with yourself! Just say whatever you want to say to her. But that's the thing I don't know what I want to say to her! Only that I need to say something. I need to say something. "I wanted to say that… would you like to go to Hogsmeade with me?"

"Yes!" Hermione said, overly excited. "I do need to get out of the castle. I swear on Godric that if I don't I will go insane from all the homework and assessments. Snape gives far too much homework."

"Alright," I said. "Does Saturday sound good for you?"

"Perfect," Hermione answered. She was practically chirping now. This was a far cry from where Hermione was when she stormed off from Ron and me. "Thanks Harry," Hermione said with a beaming smile. "I mean for checking on me, I was just really stressed when I was talking with Ron." With that she walked out of the nook. "I'm going to the Great Hall, I'm famished. Coming?"

"Uh, yeah," I said. "Sure, I'll be there." I said with a sigh. A pain swelled in my chest when she mentioned Ron.

Does she care more for Ron than me? Does she care about me at all? Wait why am I thinking about this?! Ron has a crush on Hermione! Would you really betray your best mate for a girl? And what about your previous feelings for Ginny? Screamed my inner conscience.

I stood there for a good two minutes with my face in my hands thinking about what am I going to do with my feelings.

"Dear godric," I muttered.

"Harry," Hermione said smiling. "What are you doing with your face in your hands?" Hermione changed her voice to one of sarcasm. "Do you need to talk to someone?"

"Shove off," Harry said playfully, trying to change the topic as quickly as possible. "Let's go to the Great Hall. I quite famished myself as well."

I sighed. One question loomed over me during the entire rest of the day. Do I have a crush on Hermione Granger?

Word Count - 1,590

This is my longest document so far. I've done a Star Wars Fanfiction in the past that were like a thousand words.

Again please comment, that motivates me to make more entries and quicker.

Lastly, Thanks for reading!