Me: W000t h000t people! Hello all pretties non-pretties and hotties! Mweee I'm very content on my summer being good and I'll have this story going man! Thank you all! *wipes tear* Oh my, there I go again....

Chibi Bliss: Yes. There she goes again, hide the women and children!

Me: *smiled wickedly* BRAAAAAAAAANDON! CHIBI SAY SHE LOOOOOOVES YOU!

Brandon: #O_o#

C.B.: Oh shit...*blushes and runs her ass off*

Me: Never EVER make fun of me and my Harry Potter fetish if you don't want to be sorely humiliated or haunted by the words 'Coolata' and 'Mango' for the rest of your screwed lives...and I'll bite your pretties off and hurt the hotties! Oh, I don't really mean that. I'd never hurt the pretties and hotties. *-* Ahhh hotties. And I have ALOT for this chapter! Damn proud man! *puffs up*

Disclaimer: I forgot to put this all the other times! I am sooooo sued! *screams like a little girl* All these chars are owed by that wonderful bitch J.K. Rowling. (her last name is my street name! WTF!?) And the song 'For me this is heaven' is by Jimmy Eatworld! DAMN THEM ALL 'CAUSE I don't own any of it...-_-;;

"Mmm..." Ron gently poked a tender marshmallow delicately; some gooey charred remains on his fingers. He wedged them together and eyed his fingers with interest. Then he licked them clean off.

"Marf melfos", Harry gulped down a hard to swallow clump of them and grinned. His hands hovered above the hearth of the common room fire that flickered and danced along. It cast off slinking shadows that crawled around the hearth of the wood and onto their pj's.

Hermione huddled under her bedspread that she shared comfortably with Lavender Brown and clasped her warm hands on her bare arms.

She smelled the tantalizing aroma of the sweet morsels and dared to scavenge for some on Harry's stick. 'Oh my stars! That sounded dreadfully wrong!' Her pale, sickly expression became its original shade of peach as she swept over to Harry in her red shorts that said 'BoOkWoRm' (I couldn't resist XD) on the butt and oversize t-shirt that fell loosely around her small frame. She bent down silently and while he was talking to Ron, plucked the white pillow and gobbled it greedily. But then Harry turned abruptly and she lost her balance and fell into his lap. Head first. She was shaken up and stayed their a few moments until she heard an urgent voice plead embarrassingly, "Um...not to break your fun and all but, that's kinda mine there...ya."

She scrambled out of his lap, eyes wide and for the umpteenth time blushed. Midnight shade of red darkened her cheeks and she garbled, tugging at her brown locks, "I...you see...I wanted to get a...marshmallow of your stick...I mean...wanna chocolate frog?" She finished her sentence, clearly forlorn about the whole thing and offering him a truce, squirmy chocolate frog in her open palm.

Harry was the same shade and his glasses fell off the bridge of his nose. He looked down at the delicious amphibian through his askew glasses when a freckled hand reached out yelling merrily, "I'm sure he's stuffed from all those marshmallows and I'm sure your stuffed with 'his marshmallows' Hermione so I'll just take it from your hands." He offered gingerly and received a slap by Lavender. "Ouch! What did I do, love?"

Lavender pinched his ear motherly-like and sat him up. "That's enough fun for this little 'Weasel' for one day." Half dragging half shoving him with her she trudged off to the Gryffindor tower and descended the long stairs to the boys' dorm. And despite all that they heard Ron's agitated whines of protest and her yelling as it dimmed out.

Harry and Hermione felt remorseful for their friend and laughed heartily. But then it quieted and an eerie silence bestowed the area. Hermione mumbled an excuse about Snape reaming her ass for not doing her Potion's essay and clomped off in her red night shoes, biting her lip. Her eyes brimmed with melancholy and regret as she clenched a fistful of hair. She was walking until she heard something...Harry was singing. She discontinued and slowly turned around, eyes on the floor. It was soft and heartbroken and she could only make out a few words...her interest over took her and she got closer. But at a safe distance mind you.

The first star I see may not be a star.

He was standing by a stained glass window. The moon's silver streaks of light dappled down onto his face, making his green eyes sparkle so much. It just made her want to melt. Not even a book could bring her this happiness. His voice was so calm; yet it pulled at her heartstrings, hearing the sad melodious tone. His eyes were fixed on the blanket of stars. They were strewn out over the cobalt sky, listening to Harry's mournful melody. Some twinkled luminously as if on the verge of weeping and others swept across the firmament like tears.

We can't do a thing but wait.

So let's wait for one more.

The time such clumsy time in deciding if it's time.

I'm careful but not sure how it goes.

You can loose yourself in your courage.

The mindless comfort grows when I'm alone with my 'great' plans.

This is what she says gets her through it:

"If I don't let myself by happy now then when?"

If not now when?

When the time we have now ends.

When the big hand goes round again.

Can you still feel the butterflies?

Can you still hear the last goodnight?

The mindless comfort grows when I'm alone with my 'great' plans.

This is what she says gets her through it:

"If I don't let myself by happy now then when?"

If not now when?

When the time we have now ends.

When the big hand goes round again.

Can you still feel the butterflies?

Can you still hear the last goodnight?

Naaaa na na na, na na na na, na na na na na

Close my eyes and believe wherever you are, an angel for me.

When the time we have now ends.

When the big hand goes round again.

Can you still feel the butterflies?

Can you still hear the last goodnight?

His voice was a placid whisper as he balled up his fist and started to turn around.

"Now...ends."

Hermione choked back a sob, as her heart was wringed to a pulp. She couldn't stand it any more. Her feet carried her down the hall and she tripped up and stumbled, climbing the entwining staircase. 'He can't really...I like...'

A small yelp squeaked from her mouth as she faulted. Regaining equilibrium, she sprinted up the velvet flight of steps with blinding tears tinting her face. She couldn't stand it at all. The whole matter SUCKED! 'Did I just say that?' She bolted down the hall faster to her dorm room quickening the pace as she barged in thru the massive door. Pressing her back to it she let the drops settle on her face. Her chest rose and fell with each shuddering pant from her trembling lips. "Help me..."

Harry walked tiredly over to the stairs when something caught his eye. Leaning closer his eyes widened and a bead of sweat trickled down his brow. 'Hermione's slipper...was she...?'

The next day was quiet...a friendly quiet.

Hermione gradually arose from her bed, disheveled in the thick covers. She untwisted herself with a flick of her wand and wrenched her neck towards her nightstand. On it sat a simple muggle clock that read '5:30'. "Early witch gets the good grades...' she mused and jadedly sat up. Rubbing the sand from her eyes, she glimpsed into her mirror. "Ak, my gawd!" Her eyes were swollen and puffy, red circles lining her lashes. Gently brushing her finger to her eyes she sneered at the sleep-ridden girl in front of her. Marching off to the bathroom she took Watermelon Honey shampoo and Strawberry soap. That would do her some relaxation. After a long streaming bath her body felt alive and cleansed as she clothed in her robe. "There...", she nodded approvingly, making her mirror show different angles. "Much better." Peering at her clock again she gasped, "Oh bugga!"

At the bottom of the stairs she saw two awaiting figures chatting. Taking in a deep breath she haphazardly walked down the stairs. Her body went rigid as she almost fell down the other half of the steps.

Harry glanced at her and waved happily.

She smiled back and sure enough...fell down 5 steps. She shrieked and flung her arms before of her out of instinct. But she was trapped in a firm embrace and hugged securely. Their heartbeats matched as one for a solitary breathtaking moment. Then they split apart. (Damn them...-_-)

"Yes!!", James cried victoriously. "That's another one for me!"

Lily pouted and protested, "I helped!" But then she cackled wholeheartedly and cuddled up to him. "Playing Cupid is fun!"

Harry promptly let go and the heat rushed up his neck and to his face. "S-sorry...you fell and I didn't want you to get hurt."

Hermione blinked and nodded numbly.

Breakfast went bye quickly and....oddly. Ron started to quicken his pace into the lea outside the Hogwarts doors. They still had a little time to spare 'til class. But right now he deliberately tried to leave them alone...

Amidst the solitude of the two Hermione caught herself humming Harry's song. It just slipped out undecidedly and flowed gently as she strayed of from her friends.

Taken aback, Harry the black haired boy just listened intently, not daring to stop her. It was nice...and much better then he thought he was. Unconsciously, he started to hum too. Both chorused in unison, and blended.

Ron slowed down and looked back. With a triumphant leer he set off again in a proud march until.... "YOU BASTARD!"

Hermione and Harry snapped out of their serenade and watched as Ron got redder then a cherry. Slashing out at some poor person he almost tackled them when Harry pulled him back. Ron struggled and fl his arms like a mad man and Hermione stepped up and almost fainted.

Harry's father blinked and cracked a wide smile, "My, my...never expected Luscious's son would do...that."

Lily could only fall over laughing.

"Aw Ginny! That's just wrong!", Hermione gagged and pried her 'virgin eyes' away.

Draco Malfoy was literally straddled over Ginny Weasely and... they were enjoying it.

Ron spat at Draco's feet and reared up at him within the stronghold of Harry's arms, "Don't you dare touch my baby sister!"

"Well, well...", the Slytherin drawled, dusting snow off his robes, "To late for that..." He smiled threateningly.

Ginny blocked Draco from Ron and her eyes brimmed with tears. With a somber face she yelled at her brother, "Don't you dare touch him! ...I LOVE HIM!"

Dun dun DUUUUUUUN! Mwhahahaha *cough* Hehehe....