A/n- um ok short and sweet. Look I'm not appreciating the non-feedback I'm getting. I'm not going to press for reviews, but just know that this will be one of the last things I will be posting. I plan I putting up the entirety of this, which is two chapters, and then not posting until I think someone wants to, cuz I really suspect no one wants me posting. Basic run down, it's not my normal work. Much more mature in my opinion and there is no lyrics inside the story. Soon enough I plan on writing something with a plot until then…well you might never see my stuff again huh? All right this is H/H and I'm very proud. It took five months to complete (because I'm a slacker and I've also been working on another story in the bsb genre) and I think it turned out well cuz it's not all mush. Enjoy.

Disclaimer- not mine. Not the characters or the brief song that helps back up the story. This is not a song fic, I just got the idea to use the song at the beginning of chapters to help, but anything you recognise is not mine. All that I take claim to, is the plot and amount of time put into this story.

Complicated

I'm so scared that the way that I feel

Is written all over my face

When you walk into the room

I wanna find a hiding place

We used to laugh we used to hug

The way that old friends do

But now a smile and a touch of your hand

Just makes me come unglued

It's such a contradiction

Should I lie or tell the truth

Is it fact or fiction

Oh the way I feel for you

It's so complicated

~Complicated, by Carolyn Dawn Johnson, Room With A View

Hermione sat awake on her bad, forcing confusing thought out of her head trying to sleep. There was a big Transfiguration exam the next day, and she needed her sleep for it. But all she could think about was a pair of emerald eyes, and lightning bolt scar, a mop of hair, and dazzling smile, and the boy behind it.

These thoughts of Harry had been reoccurring since longer than she could remember. Hermione had been fighting with herself and her feeling for quite awhile, trying to banish romantic fantasies of Harry with his lips pressed against hers, out of her normally reasonable mind. She knew he would never return her feelings, but the way he acted around her, but there was no way of shaking them off.

Hermione lied down, pulling the covers up around her neck, imagining Harry's arms around her. She shook her head, and closed her eyes, mentally berating herself for her newfound imagination.

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            Harry sat at the Gryffindor table in the middle of his two best friends. Ron was turned away from him talking with Seamus and Dean about something, and Hermione was just quiet. She was staring at her food, poling it with her silverware occasionally stuffing a little in her mouth and slowly chewing it.

            "Hermione?" Harry said, trying to get a reaction out of her. He got more than he bargained for when she jumped in her seat and nearly choked on the bit of toast she was eating. She swallowed hard and turned towards him.

            "Yeah, Harry?" she responded, shakily.

"Are you okay? You just seem more…quiet than you normally are…" He asked concern filling his voice.

"Yeah…" she said flushing and returning her gaze to her food, "I'm just a little concerned about the test today. I'm running the material through my head that's all."

            Harry gave her a sideways look, then placed a comforting hand on her back, "Well you don't have to worry about that, you'll do fine, you always do. Now Ron and I on the other hand…" Harry grinned.

            Hermione laughed and blushed some more, thanking him for the encouraging words. She shoved her plate away and excused herself to go get her bag and review her notes again.

            Ron, now done with both his conversation and food rolled his eyes in Hermione's direction, but both boys got up and followed suit.

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            Hermione was sitting at her desk in McGonagall's classroom, silently watching the other students take the test. Harry had been right, there had been nothing to worry about, but she was glad she had worked so hard on it. This was the type of thing that would sow up on exams. She silently drummed the pads of her fingers on the nearly empty desktop, which only held her slowly drying quill on it.

            Hermione stole a quick look at Harry. He was slumped over his test, his brow furrowed (a/n- don't you dare Rachel!) in concentration. Hermione smiled to herself and looked away. Picking up her quill, she twirled in it between her fingers, thinking about what she was going to do about Harry, if she was going to tell him or if she would wait until he picked up.

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            "That test was brutal," Ron complained as he walked away from the classroom.

            "NO it wasn't Ron. You just didn't study hard enough," Hermione scolded.

            Harry just walked along uncharacteristically quiet.

            "Harry what's wrong with you?" Ron asked, punching his shoulder to get his attention.

            "Oh yeah, I'm fine," Harry said, "I just didn't want to get scolded by the brain here, far having a hard time on the test."

            Hermione have him the same look she gave Ron, but smiled just the same.

            They reached the common room, and said the password, walking inside, hearing it swing shut behind them.

            They walked over to a table and pulled up three chairs, throwing their bags on top of the table, and settling down in the chairs. They reached forward and removed their homework from their bags, inked their quills and stared down at their DADA assignment.

Ron stared down at the piece of clank parchment lying in front of him, then glanced over at his notebook with the assignment written boldly, and groaned.

            "An eighteen inch essay on how to defend yourself or possibly slay a Chimaera? Is he insane?" Ron complained.

            'He' was a reference to Professor Alcott (a/n- THANKS MAC!), their new DADA teacher who was obsessive with having them write essays on the impossible.

            "Oh quite your whining Ron, it's not that hard. See?" Hermione stated, unrolling a parchment almost completely filled, "I'm nearly half done!"

            The boys gaped at her.

            "Half?!" Harry gawked, "That has to be at least a foot"

            "So?" Hermione countered, "I haven't even begun to describe basic methods of simple wounding."

            The boys just rolled their eyes in her direction and then set upon their work. For awhile nothing was said between the three, but soon enough, Hermione set down her quill, rubbed her hands and measured her essay, which topped off at thirty-two inches. She then took to hovering over Harry and Ron, pointing out important points in their open books and tutting when they tried to make their writing bigger to take up more space.

            But even homework couldn't stop Hermione from noticing how cute Harry looked while he was concentrating on his work. How his eyes lit up when he found something useful. Hermione sighed and then shook her head. Harry looked up at her, confused, which brought their faces closer than they were used to.

            Hermione flushed and averted her eyes, turning away to help Ron. Harry also turned back to his work, but he couldn't focus on it. He couldn't stop think about how he was being so obvious about his feelings for Hermione. He had actually been considering kissing her. He was getting out of hand. He had to tell her soon…

A/n- Wow that took all of ten minutes. Sorry about those two inserted author notes in there I couldn't help it. And please stop laughing Rachel, his frow did NOT burrow! It Furrowed! So shut up I got it right this time, not my fault that you rub off on me. Well now that I'm done berating my best friend. Please tell me what you thought. The next part of this should be up soon!