Disclaimer: This is a Harry Potter fanfic. Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley, and any of the other characters do not belong to me, sadly enough, but they do belong to the wonderful J.K. Rowling. The places mentioned (the common room, the Great Hall, Hogwarts, etc.) also do not belong to me. They are the creations of J.K Rowling's mind, and always will be. So, don't sue me for using them, and BE NICE.

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Chapter Three:

That Hermione!




"Miss Granger. If I have to wake you up again, I will be forced to take points from Gryffindor!" a very angry Professor McGonagall said before continuing with her lesson.

Hermione sighed and sat up, trying to pay attention to Professor McGonagall. The past week Hermione had barely been able to pay attention in any of her classes. Either she was too tired from staying up and worrying about Harry the night before, or she was daydreaming about being with Harry. *Hermione, you are better than this. Do not be another star-struck Harry Potter fan club member!* she told herself angrily, pushing some loose strands of curly brown hair from her face.

Harry was snapped back into attention when McGonagall yelled at Hermione. He had been daydreaming about...stuff. He sighed as he watched Hermione's every move. He watched her move her hand to her hair and brush some of the beatiful silky pieces falling out of her clip away from her eyes. He watched her bend over to get her notebook, a Muggle object, out from under her desk. He watched her jot something down quickly, just imagining how her handwriting looked.

"Potter! What are you staring at?" McGonagall asked, looking at the teen that looked like he had just seen a famous Muggle movie star.

Harry looked up at McGonagall, who was wearing an exasperated look on her tired face. "S—Sorry," Harry muttered. His face turned a light shade of crimson when Draco Malfoy looked over at him and snickered. Harry turned an even deeper shade of red when Hermione turned and looked at him.

"She's so beautiful," he whispered.

"Who is?" Ron asked, looking over at Harry.

Harry's eyes got big. He hadn't realized he had said that aloud. "Nobody!" he answered quickly.

Ron smirked. "Yeah, sure." He continued to listen to McGonagall's lecture. Soon, though, he found himself thinking about Hermione again. He only realized he wasn't listening to McGonagall when she said, "Okay, since everyone in here seems to be so tired that they can't pay attention to this lecture, class is dismissed. Have a nice day."

Everyone stood up from their tables. As Hermione was about to walk out the door, Harry grabbed her arm. "Herm, I think we need to talk."

She stared up at him. "The last time you said that you ended up all over Lacey Rose. I have better things to do, Harry." She pulled away from his grasp and continued down the hallway. Deep inside her head, she hoped that Harry would follow her. When she felt a hand on her shoulder, she immediately said, "GO AWAY, HARRY."

"It's not Harry," a voice said.

Hermione twirled around and found herself staring into Draco Malfoy's ice blue eyes. "What do you want?" she snarled.

"This." Draco pulled Hermione up close to him and placed his mouth on hers. His hand wandered down toward her hips, then lower and lower. Hermione felt his tongue creeping through her lips into her mouth, and she yanked herself away from him.

"BLOODY HELL, MALFOY!" Hermione screamed. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" She gave him a disgusted look and turned to leave.

Draco grabbed her arm again. "Nobody walks away from me, Granger." He backed her up against a wall and began kissing her again.

Hermione pushed him away again. "Them I'm obviously nobody, because I'm walking away from you!" she screamed.

Suddenly, as if he had been watching Draco Malfoy doing that to Hermione, Harry turned the corner with a mad look on his face. "Get the hell away from her, Malfoy."

Draco smirked. "What are you gonna do if I don't, Potter?" he questioned, an amused look on his face.

Harry advanced. "Leave Hermione alone."

Draco grabbed Hermione around the waist and began kissing her neck. Harry dragged him away, and punched him. Harry looked down at Draco, who was sprawled out on the ground, blood dripping from his nose. He then turned to Hermione. "Come on, Herm, let's get away from this jerk."

Hermione felt safe and protected now that Harry was there. She nodded and walked down the hall with Harry. She felt warm and cozy when Harry slipped an arm around her waist and led her to the portrait of the Fat Lady.

"Thanks, Harry," Hermione said once they were in the common room. She gagged. "Yuck...Draco Malfoy's slimy tongue was in my mouth." She shuddered. "I have to go disinfect it now."

"I'm sorry I didn't get there sooner...I was talking to Lacey Rose."

Hermione looked down. "Oh...well, I guess you should go find her," Hermione said, her voice sad and tearful. "I'm gonna go up to the dorm and catch up on my sleep." She turned to go, but felt Harry's strong hands attach at her waist and pull her back to him. He turned her around.

"Hermione. I have been talking to Lacey Rose about you," Harry began. When Hermione began to talk, he put a finger to her lips to silence her. "I was asking her how I could manage to get such a beautiful girl like you to be my girlfriend, and she said to just be myself. And you know what else she told me?" When Hermione shook her head no, Harry said, "She told me that she's been waiting to trap us together, and she felt like such an idiot when she came down the stairs that morning, interrupting us."

Hermione was too shocked to say anything. She looked up into Harry's beautiful emerald green eyes and was transfixed. She felt Harry's hand on her cheekbone. Slowly but surely, his hand traced the outline of her jaw. He let his hand drop down her neck, over her arm, and it finally landed with the other on her hips. Breathing heavily, trying to muster up enough courage to be able to do what she wanted to do since the first day of school, she brought her hands up to Harry's head and pulled him into a deep kiss, her fingers twirling his messy black hair. She felt him moving his hands up to her back, moving them up and down, and then move back down to her hips, only a little lower. They stood there for a long time, engrossed in their deep kiss, until Ron walked into the common room from the portrait hole.

When Ron saw Hermione and Harry, he did a double take. Seeing Ron out of the corner of his eye, Harry pulled away from Hermione.

"Am I interrupting something?" Ron asked, trying to look innocent.

"Oh, no," Hermione said sourly. "You can watch Harry and me kiss, if you really want to. Maybe you'll end up seeing more than you bargained for."

Harry laughed, but Ron began backing back out the portrait hole. "Erm...um...that's okay...I'll be going...to the erm...library. Bye!"

Hermione giggled. She looked up at Harry and asked, "Now, where were we?"

"Here, I think," Harry said, pulling Hermione into another kiss. A second later, he pulled back away. "Were you really serious when you told Ron that if he stuck around, he might end up seeing more than he bargained for?" he questioned, a mishevious look on his handsome face.

Hermione raised her eyebrows. She giggled, and turned to run up the stairs to the girls' dorms. She stopped, though, and turned to look back at a shocked and startled Harry. "Not tonight, Harry. Sorry to disapoint you." Hermione giggled and continued running up the stairs.

Watching her, Harry smiled lightly. "That Hermione!" he said to no one. "She's great."

With a heavy and contented sigh, a satisfied heart, and a longing for Hermione, Harry too headed up the stairs to his dorm, hardly being able to wait for the chance to meet Hermione alone again.

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That's the end of chapter three. Hoped you guys liked it. I'm hoping for 25 reviews before I post the next chapter!