Chapter 2-Sudden Realizations
Hermione suddenly realised she was no longer looking at face, but straight into his emarald green eyes. Eyes you could just get lost in, in which she did, but some how managed to choke out a few words. "Loud thunder, eh?" she said nervously.
"Yeah," he said sitting up, but still looking at the figure before him. "What are you doing up? Couldn't bare to be away from your books?" he said grinning.
Hermione glared at him but then replied, "Is that all you think I care about? And for your information I just couldn't sleep."
"Excuses, excuses." He said still with a big grin on his sleepy looking face. Harry quickly glanced away from her face noticing the slightly revealing clothes she was wearing beneath the robe.
"What?" said Hermione questiongly. Harry blinked a few times trying to get his eyes away from the bare skin that was showing where the robe had slipped off.
"N-nothing" he replied slightly stuttering. "Well I guess I better finish this report." He said picking up his book and paper trying to keep his mind and eyes occupied on something other then the woman Hermione had become. She was slightly thinner, but definatly grown in other areas, other areas he really shouldn't be thinking of about his best friend for the past 4 years.
Hermione was too busy noticing how cute Harry had actually gottin to notice he was practically staring at her from behind his book. His hair was still the same, the messy jet-black mop that never seemed to flatten, but that just made him even more cuter somehow. The muscles in his arms from the 4 previous years of quidditch were finally showing. He was no longer the scrawny, boney, little nerdy kid he used to be. He was of course still Harry Potter, the boy who lived, but now he was the more mature version, which Hermione found very attractive. At that thought she mentally slapped herself. 'He's our best friend, and you know he doesn't think of you that way, don't even bother wasting your time' the little voice inside her head told her. Suddenly braking her train of thougt.
"Hey Hermione? Can you help me a bit with this?" asked Harry questiongly. Taking a moment to process what he had said, Hermione nodded slightly and walked over to where he was sitting, taking the seat next to him.
"What do you need help with?" Hermione asked, trying to get her mind off the wonderful smell of Harry, and trying not to get lost in his eyes once again.
"What are the ingrediants in a Truth potion? I always get the ingrediants all confused." He said shyly. Hermione for once in her life was totally clueless. It was like her mind was somewhere else, somewhere close though, infact it was right next to her. She couldn't think at all, the smell of Harry and the closeness of the two was driving her insane.
"I.I don't know, I always get them confused...too.." she said softly, still lost in the scent of him. Harry shifted his gaze from the book to her, peering into her eyes. Hermione felt a shiver go down her back, it seemed as though he could just look at her in a certain way it would make her heart want to beat right out of her chest.
"Oh..okay" he said uncomfortably, still peering into her eyes. They were beautiful eyes, milky brown with a slight twinkle he had never noticed before. Of course he had never really been this close to her before, well he had, but he had never realised it. Breaking the gaze, Hermione leaned back on the couch and peered out the window at the rain that was hitting it, making a soft thudding noise. Both realising the akward silence, but yet enjoying its peacefulness. Harry too leaned back, his shoulder gently grazing Hermione's sending shivers all through her body. She closed her eyes and just listened to the rain, and the distant rumbles of thunder.
"Peaceful isn't it?" he asked. Hermione nodded softly, opening her eyes to find Harry's gaze still on her. Harry was slowly leaning his head towards her, every inch of him wanting an inch of her. Hermione too longed for him, she knew she had had a crush on him the first time she saw him, but that was a little crush that didn't really mean anything. Although over the years that little crush had turned into a great friendship, and eventually turned to love. She loved him, there was no denying it. She knew it all along, she just wasn't ready to face it. Coming out of her thoughts, she noticed that Harry's face was getting closer and closer to her own.
To be continued.
(A/N: heh, a bit of a cliffhanger. Anywhoo thanks for the reviews :D this time I tried my best to get the spelling all correct, and I tried to make it a bit longer. I just don't have a lot of spare time. Thanx again for the reviews.. ill try my best to get chapter 3 up soon.
Hermione suddenly realised she was no longer looking at face, but straight into his emarald green eyes. Eyes you could just get lost in, in which she did, but some how managed to choke out a few words. "Loud thunder, eh?" she said nervously.
"Yeah," he said sitting up, but still looking at the figure before him. "What are you doing up? Couldn't bare to be away from your books?" he said grinning.
Hermione glared at him but then replied, "Is that all you think I care about? And for your information I just couldn't sleep."
"Excuses, excuses." He said still with a big grin on his sleepy looking face. Harry quickly glanced away from her face noticing the slightly revealing clothes she was wearing beneath the robe.
"What?" said Hermione questiongly. Harry blinked a few times trying to get his eyes away from the bare skin that was showing where the robe had slipped off.
"N-nothing" he replied slightly stuttering. "Well I guess I better finish this report." He said picking up his book and paper trying to keep his mind and eyes occupied on something other then the woman Hermione had become. She was slightly thinner, but definatly grown in other areas, other areas he really shouldn't be thinking of about his best friend for the past 4 years.
Hermione was too busy noticing how cute Harry had actually gottin to notice he was practically staring at her from behind his book. His hair was still the same, the messy jet-black mop that never seemed to flatten, but that just made him even more cuter somehow. The muscles in his arms from the 4 previous years of quidditch were finally showing. He was no longer the scrawny, boney, little nerdy kid he used to be. He was of course still Harry Potter, the boy who lived, but now he was the more mature version, which Hermione found very attractive. At that thought she mentally slapped herself. 'He's our best friend, and you know he doesn't think of you that way, don't even bother wasting your time' the little voice inside her head told her. Suddenly braking her train of thougt.
"Hey Hermione? Can you help me a bit with this?" asked Harry questiongly. Taking a moment to process what he had said, Hermione nodded slightly and walked over to where he was sitting, taking the seat next to him.
"What do you need help with?" Hermione asked, trying to get her mind off the wonderful smell of Harry, and trying not to get lost in his eyes once again.
"What are the ingrediants in a Truth potion? I always get the ingrediants all confused." He said shyly. Hermione for once in her life was totally clueless. It was like her mind was somewhere else, somewhere close though, infact it was right next to her. She couldn't think at all, the smell of Harry and the closeness of the two was driving her insane.
"I.I don't know, I always get them confused...too.." she said softly, still lost in the scent of him. Harry shifted his gaze from the book to her, peering into her eyes. Hermione felt a shiver go down her back, it seemed as though he could just look at her in a certain way it would make her heart want to beat right out of her chest.
"Oh..okay" he said uncomfortably, still peering into her eyes. They were beautiful eyes, milky brown with a slight twinkle he had never noticed before. Of course he had never really been this close to her before, well he had, but he had never realised it. Breaking the gaze, Hermione leaned back on the couch and peered out the window at the rain that was hitting it, making a soft thudding noise. Both realising the akward silence, but yet enjoying its peacefulness. Harry too leaned back, his shoulder gently grazing Hermione's sending shivers all through her body. She closed her eyes and just listened to the rain, and the distant rumbles of thunder.
"Peaceful isn't it?" he asked. Hermione nodded softly, opening her eyes to find Harry's gaze still on her. Harry was slowly leaning his head towards her, every inch of him wanting an inch of her. Hermione too longed for him, she knew she had had a crush on him the first time she saw him, but that was a little crush that didn't really mean anything. Although over the years that little crush had turned into a great friendship, and eventually turned to love. She loved him, there was no denying it. She knew it all along, she just wasn't ready to face it. Coming out of her thoughts, she noticed that Harry's face was getting closer and closer to her own.
To be continued.
(A/N: heh, a bit of a cliffhanger. Anywhoo thanks for the reviews :D this time I tried my best to get the spelling all correct, and I tried to make it a bit longer. I just don't have a lot of spare time. Thanx again for the reviews.. ill try my best to get chapter 3 up soon.
