Author's Notes: Here is my third chapter. I hope you like it. Let me just tell you that I am the biggest supporter of HH. So of course this will be HH but I just wanted to show you Harry's thoughts. I want to thank everyone who reviewed my story

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Hermione-26

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The End

1 By: JT112

'What is going on? Do I like Cho or Hermione? Cho is pretty, good at Quidditch and she seems nice. I don't know her. But I know Hermione. I know that she is a great friend, a wonderful smart, caring beautiful and loving person. She helpful and the smartest person I know. But she is my best friend. I would betray our friendship if I thought of her like that. I don't even know if she thinks of me like that anyways. Who do I have feelings for, Cho or Hermione?'

Harry was lying in his four-poster bed, thinking. Lately that was what he did most. Thinking. Thinking about Voldermort and the pressure of the entire world on his shoulders, or any other thing that a normal sixteen- year-old would think about. It was around midnight and Harry couldn't sleep, either because of Ron snoring or because he had a lot on his mind. He tossed and turned in the night, wondering about the two women that could leave his head. His eyes then came upon a small glitter on his nightstand. It was the necklace. Who would he give it to, his best friend turned beautiful or his long-time crush? 'The necklace is special so I would have to give it to someone special. But who?' Finally sleep crept over him like a blanket and he slipped slowly in dreamless slumber.

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Harry woke up the following morning to find that Ron was already awake and getting dressed.

"What are you doing up this early, don't you need your regular 12 hours of sleep?" Harry asked with a smile.

"Funny, but I want to be first in line for breakfast today. I hear that the House-Elves are cooking something great!" Ron said as he ran out the door.

Harry then decided to get dressed and go and find Hermione. To his surprise, he found her in the Common Room, studying. Harry let out a laugh and then said

"It is Christmas and Hermione Granger can't stop studying. You know too much studying can be bad for your health, you know." He said. Hermione turned around, her hair shwishing in the air. She gave him a look and then said "Funny, but I have to study. I'm going to have fun later tonight."

"Why don't you start having fun now" he replied and then put and arm around her waist. He started to tickle her knowing that that was her weakness. Laugher came from her mouth and she stared to yelled

"No, Harry. Stop it." She yelled between each giggle. "This means War" and she stood up and stated to tickle him. But he fell back and he landed on the floor with Hermione on top of him. They continued to tickle each other until

"OK, OK, I give up" Harry finally uttered.

'I knew I would win" she replied.

Suddenly she realized that she was on top of him. Her head told her get off him but the rest of her body told her to stay. She couldn't move. And neither could Harry. They both stood there. Hermione lifted her eyes to his. They were like pools of emeralds like a deep abyss of warm and soft green. They were beautiful. His eyes were so deep and warm that Hermione lost herself in them. She could not bring herself to look elsewhere.

Hermione was on top of him. Harry never wanted this moment to end. He loved the feeling of warmth whenever he touched her. She gave him an electrifying feeling that took over his body. He didn't want this feeling to end. Harry lifted up his face to meet hers. She was staring longingly into his eyes. Her eyes were so warm. They were a deep chocolate brown. He felt comfort and love some from those eyes. He didn't know what came over him. He was staring into her eyes and then he found himself leaning closer and closer. He could feel her tremble on top of him. The gap between them was closing fast until they heard someone say "Hey guys, breakfast was ama.."

Harry and Hermione were ripped from their moment of bliss and were thrown back into the harsh reality. They both go up and they both were lost of words.

"Was I interrupting something?" Ron said with a little hurt in his voice, which he tried to cover up. He had a fake smile and tried to look sneaky.

"No, why would you be. Um.I have to go." Hermione said wuickly and ran towards the girl's dorm.

Ron turned towards Harry with a glare. "What the hell were you two doing?"

Harry didn't answer right away but then said "We had a tickling fight, that's it."

"Whatever. Do you want to play a game of chess with me? I know I'll beat you." Ron responded.

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Snow was falling outside. It covered the grounds with its icy blanket and turned everything white. It was Christmas Eve and all of the Gryffindor Students who had stayed behind were having fun in the Common Room. Some students were playing chess, some were decorating trees, but Hermione was sitting in her room thinking about the recent events. Her head was filled with questions, possibilities and most of all.romance. What happened? It was all a blur. But Hermione could still remember details from what happened. 'There was only one things that she could remember. His eyes. Gorgeous green eyes like pools of jade so deep that it seemed like an abyss that you could be lost in forever. What am I saying? He is my best friend. I can't think about him like that. I would just all the other girls. They only loved him for his fame and looks. No, I would be just as low as them. I could think of him like that. I can't..but I do, and I can't stop' she thought. Now, tears came. They flowed freely as Hermione sat on her bed feeling depressed, confused and lonely, while the entire house was having fun in the Common Room.

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