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Ch. 1It Just Began

It hadn't just happened. It was slow progression over time for them. She felt she could trace it back to 2nd year. The three of them had been terrified, and after finding out that the boys couldn't come to her, she went to them.

She remembered the first night with perfect clarity.

They were sitting on Harry's bed talking of Professor Lockhart's latest blunders.

"Honestly, Harry! I'm sure the Professor was just nervous!"

"'Mione, it was a simple spell! The first one we learned, in fact. Lumos!" her green-eyed friend looked pleadingly at her, trying to make her see his side of the story.

"Would you two shut-up? I'm tired!"

"Ronald Weasley, for the past two weeks you've been begging me to come up here with the two of you, and now all you want to do is go to sleep?"

"Yes, now shut your trap!"

Sighing resignedly, Hermione slowly eased herself out of the bed and began to look around the room.

"Hermoine," Harry's whispered voice, "what are you looking for?"

" A changing screen. I don't need to go all the way to the bathroom, I've already brushed my teeth."

Clearly uncomfortable, Harry cast his eyes down.

"Boys don't exactly have changing screens, 'Mione."

Comprehension flowed over her features, and she blushed. She may have been only twelve, but she didn't feel the need to show her best friend her body.

"S'okay, I'll just close my eyes! No problem."

"No peeking Harry James Potter!"

"It hadn't even crossed my mind." The boy evenly said.

Suspiciously she watched his eyes close behind his glasses, and she slowly turned around. She quickly stripped and threw on a long nightshirt.

Then she heard it. A low rumble that ripped around the four-poster bed. Uh-oh, she couldn't sleep if someone snored. Talking or movement she could handle, but not the constant filtering of an insistent snore.

She crawled into the maroon bed and explained her situation to Harry. He immediately took pity on his only friend who was a female.

"No problem, we'll just kick him out." And with that Harry decided to wake up Ron by using a spell he'd learnt that very day!

A gush of water shot into the red-head's ear and the boy woke spluttering and just a bit outraged.

"What was that for?" he practically yelled, even though he was less than a foot away from the other two people on the bed.

"Have some respect, Weasley!" A disgruntled Seamus called over.

"Your snoring, Ron. I can't sleep with it! Would you mind going to your own bed?"

The youngest male Weasley took some time to think it over, and ultimately saw no harm in it, he always liked to move around at night, anyway.

Ron padded across the room, and flung his curtains closed and went straight to sleep, his snoring becoming non-existent through the thick fabric surrounding him.

Getting under the blankets covering the bed at mid-December, Hermione made herself cozy. Snuggling into the comfortable mattress that The-Boy-Who-Lived had somehow gotten lucky enough to acquire.

Her mattress was rock hard.

"Hermione," the whispered voice came from her right and she turned her head to see that Harry had taken his glasses off.

"Yea, Harrry?"

"Sleep tight." And with that he blew out the lantern that lit the curtained area of his bed.

The next morning Hermione found herself cuddled into her best friend's chest, and instead of moving away instantly she just cuddled closer.

There you go! I know it was short, but it's just the beginning. I'm kind of in the middle of two other stories, but this story just wouldn't shut up in my mind!

Harry/Hermione- not quite sure how long it will be…

I need a beta and reviews!