A/n- alright here we go. WHOO HOO! Let me just say thank you for the reviews I've gotten so far. Made me want to put this up. Um this is the ending of this. Much longer than the first part, and it kinda goes more in depth into what they feel and they finally get together. So here we go
Disclaimer- the plot's mine. Anything you recognise once again is not. And yes I'm the one responsible for the changing of this verse here. So here we go
(Un)Complicated
Just when I think I'm under control
Think I finally got a grip
Another friend tells me that
My name is always on your lips
They say I'm more than just a friend
They say I must be blind
But I'll admit that I've seen you watch me
From the corner of your eye
Oh it's so confusing yea I wish you'd just confess
But think of what I'd be losing
If you answer wasn't yes
Oh it's so complicated
I hate it cause I've waited
So long for someone like you
What do I do oh do I say it
Should I tell you how I feel
I want you to know
But then again I don't
It's so complicated.
~Complicated, by Carolyn Dawn Johnson, Room With a View
Later that night, Hermione sat in her form right before bed, trying her hardest to block out Parvati and Lavender's endless gossip. Suddenly the two girls grew quiet, and she looked up to see what was wrong, finding herself facing two questioning looks.
"What?" she said defensively.
"Hermione, honestly, haven't you been listening? We asked who you like, and don't say no one, because we know you do."
"Well…no I haven't been listening, gossiping isn't my style, and as for who I like, I'm not telling, no one knows and I intend to keep I that way."
Lavender turned to Parvati, ""Well so much for a confession. But I can still tell she likes Harry, it's so obvious, just look at her," she said.
The two girls turned back to Hermione, whose jaw had dropped.
"How…how could you tell?" she stuttered.
"Ah ha. Knew we could get it out of you," Parvati said, "And as for knowing, it's all over your face, how could we not know?"
Hermione suddenly felt like an open book. So anyone walking by could read whatever they wanted, her deepest secrets and desires, anything. And she suddenly wondered how many people read that far into her, who knew what?
"But you know what I hear from Seamus," Parvati said, now turned back to Lavender, who was listening intently, "That Harry talks non-stop about her," and she nodded in Hermione's direction.
If it was possible, Hermione's mount fell open even further and she shut her book, suddenly very interested in the conversation.
"Sounds like someone else has a crush," Lavender said grinning.
Hermione faked a yawn as their gossip turned to their favourite featured of the Gryffindor boys. She stood up from the mini-desk she had been sitting at and trudged over to her bed. She turned to the girl and loudly proclaimed:
"I'm tired, so I'm going to turn in. Good night."
The girls barely acknowledged her with a good night as she drew the curtains closed around her four-poster, and laid down beaming.
She he talked about her? Well maybe he liked her too, and if so, there was another way to go about this. And she would take that way, starting in the morning.
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Breakfast had already begun, when Hermione raced in, thoroughly embarrassed. She sank into her seat, next to Harry, and rested her head in her hands briefly before pitting some food on her plate.
Harry stared at her, absolutely bewildered at her tardiness, it was so unlike her. And on top of all that, she looked even more beautiful than ever. Her hair seemed to have been brushed more, because it just fell in small waves around her face, which itself seemed to shimmer. But Harry couldn't really judge this, because he wasn't exactly impartial.
"Hermione," he said, waking her from her reverie, "Why are you so late?"
She looked at him, wearing a glossy smile, "I slept in, and it took me longer than I thought to get ready."
"Well you don't look it," Harry responded, then mentally kicked himself. This was not the time to start letting his emotions get control of him.
But unlike what he expected, Hermione had blushed and extended her smile with lit up eyes.
Harry smiled too, and reached past her as she turned back to her plate to retrieve the milk. Hermione seized to opportunity and reached for the jug at the same time, and their hands joined on the handle.
Hanging on for a bit longer than one might think, Harry looked at Hermione and laughed. She, although quite happy with the feeling of his hand on hers, pulled away and shyly smiled.
"Here you go," Harry said and poured the milk into her goblet, and then turned to fill his.
"Thank you kind sir," Hermione laughed, taking a sip, quite satisfied with what just happened. This was going a lot better than she had thought.
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Professor Flitwick waved his hand as a dismissal for the sixth year Gryffindor Charm's class. Hermione began to pack away her quill and parchment in her bag, deciding that it was time for step two of her 'Get-Harry's-Attention' Plan.
The students all stood up and filed out of the room, and Hermione grabbed up her nag and feel in step behind Ron. They walked out of class and then fell into a straight line, Hermione between Harry and Ron.
Hermione grinned to herself as she shifted her bag to her left shoulder, closer to Harry. They continued down the hall, Hermione waiting the whole time for the right moment.
As they rounded a corner, Harry walked too closely and slammed into Hermione's shoulder. Hermione once again took advantage of the moment and stumbled sideways dropping her bag in the process.
Harry reached out and steadied her, and she let a small grin play about her lips. When he was sure she was all right, he bent down and scooped up her books, refusing her help.
As Hermione and Ron stood by watching Harry's cordial efforts, Ron slowly began to realise that Harry's liking Hermione might not be one sided. Harry stood up, books in hand, and Hermione reached out to take them back, but Harry shook his head, and put the books in her bag, then took both of their bags in one hand as they continued down the hall.
Both Harry and Hermione were smiling, Harry deciding that it wouldn't be long now.
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A few mornings later, Hermione sat at breakfast letting the week's progress run through her head. So far she had taken every chance she could to get Harry to accidentally touch her or get his attention somehow. And she had started to notice that it seemed as if he was doing it too. She smiled to herself, staring off at the clouds dancing across the blue sky of the enchanted ceiling, and brought her goblet to her lips. She took a small sip and lowered the glass to be hanging in her hand, a forearm's length above the table, that's when someone placed a hand on her shoulder, snapping her from her reverie. She jumped in surprise, and as a result, the goblet fell from her hand.
The goblet shattered upon impact with the table, and the pumpkin juice she had been drinking splattered all over her and those around her, including Harry who had been the person behind her, now standing wide-eyes and unblinking.
"Here let me help you with that," Harry said, leaning over and gathering the glass shards in one hand. It didn't take him long to notice how reserved Hermione was, her head hung, eyes closed.
Harry placed a comforting hand on Hermione's shoulder, and she looked up at the glass in his hand.
"Herm…what's wrong?"
Hermione looked down again and sighed.
"I'm stupid Harry. That was a stupid reaction, that now you're cleaning up for me. Gosh Harry. I'm sorry."
Harry set himself down into the chair next to her and looked intently into her eyes.
"It's not your fault, it happens to everyone, just forget about it 'Mione," Harry said and smiled at her.
Hermione managed a smile back, and turned back to her breakfast, Harry adjusting himself in his chair to join her.
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Hermione hurried out of her last class of the day, avoiding Harry and Ron, almost near tears.
Today had turned out to be one of the worst days of her life. First was the incident with the drink this morning, and then it had all gone downhill.
First she had had to go back to her dorm to retrieve her nag, and when she had finally found it, she had been late to Charms, where she promptly lost five points from Gryffindor. Above it all, since she was the last one there, she had to sit on the old stool, which, the moment she sat on it, feel apart and she fell hard bruising her tail bone.
Things had only gotten worse from then on, her spilling ink and constantly dropping things. It was like Neville's spirit possessed her body.
Finally the worst had come when they ended the day with Double Potions. Not only had Hermione been nearly late, having somehow taken a wrong turn sending her up towards Divination and not down to Potions, but she had forgotten her week-long essay assignment. This mistake lost her twenty house points, and any marks she might have gotten from her hard work.
Now all she wanted to do was go sit somewhere and try to forget about the day's happenings, alone.
"Hermione?" she heard Ron call after her.
"'Mione what's wrong?" Harry echoed, rushing to catch up as Hermione quickened her pace, head down.
In her rush to get away, Hermione completely forgot about the things around her, and because of her lack of attention, she crashed straight into a wall as she turned a corner. She flew backwards from her fast impact, and fell to the floor, clutching at her face.
She heard Harry and Ron's footsteps hurry over to her, and she pulled herself up, and brushed off their attempts to help her.
Grabbing her bag off of the ground, she fled the hallway heading towards the Entrance Hall. This was not how today was supposed to go, and it was very upsetting, and as she headed out to the Quidditch pitch anger towards herself built up inside her. Finally she reached her destination, where she promptly climbed into the stands, threw herself over a bench, and cried out her frustration.
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Harry watched Hermione flee the hallway and instantly excused himself from Ron and started after her.
She hadn't been herself today, forgetting things, and showing up late. He was really worried about her. He turned the corner that she had disappeared behind shortly before. It was obvious that she was headed outside, because the common room in the other direction. Or at least he thought it was. After all his years at Hogwarts, it still seemed like the hallways changed. Which they did, making younger people always get lost.
After a few more turns in the corridors, he was in the entrance hall, and racing towards the doors, pushing them open and stepping outside. Far in the distance, Harry saw a black clad figure racing and stumbling towards the Quidditch Pitch. Taking leave of and sense he had, Harry promptly took off running towards the pitch.
When he finally reached the pitch, he was short of breath, but he barely noticed this, as he walked through the player's entrance and stood on the soft grass. He heard racking sobs from behind him, and spun around on his heels to find Hermione sprawled face down in the stands, shaking as she emitted each heart-wrenching sob.
"Hermione?" he questioned, approaching the stands.
Her body stiffened in response to his voice and she briefly looked up before burying her head back in her arms and shouting, "Go away," which came out muffled.
But Harry didn't even hesitate as he ascended the stairs, up towards where Hermione lay. He sat down on the bench below her, and then reached out and placed a hand on her back as a gesture of comfort.
Hermione stiffened again and then reluctantly looked up into his sympathetic eyes.
"What's wrong, Hermione?" he softly prodded.
"Everything," she tearfully replied.
"How so?" Harry asked, running his hand over her back.
"Well, today went so wrong. I mean how many days can you day that for forgot homework, was late, fell, and spilled everything possible on just one day? Nothing went right today," she said with a sob.
Harry slid up into her bench, and pulled her into his arms, while she reluctantly fell into his embrace, crying into his shoulder.
"Hermione, trust me, it's all right. Everyone has bad days. Maybe this is just all your bad days in one, and you'll never have another, because, well, you're perfect."
Hermione looked up, startled by his comment, and stared into his nearby eyes, "You think I'm perfect?"
Harry let out a surprised chuckle, "Yes I do Hermione, because you are. You're brilliant, sweet, funny, kind, and beautiful. Hermione, you are perfect."
Hermione just continued staring wide-eyed at him while he smiled, noticing that her choking sobs had stopped. Harry then slowly leaned down, closing the small distance between them and placed his lips on hers.
It took a moment for Hermione to comprehend what was happening, and then she leaned into the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck, while his embraced her back.
After a moment of bliss, Harry pulled away and looked at Hermione's shocked, but pleased smiling face.
"Like I said, you're perfect 'Mione. Will you—?"
Harry never got to finish his statement as Hermione found her courage and leaned up kissing him again.
"Yes." Hermione said as he pulled away and Harry pulled her into a tight hug.
And as the two continued to share their bottled up romantic feeling for each other, Hermione realised that maybe, love wasn't so complicated after all.
A/n- thank God that's it. I finally have this story off my shoulders. Please review tell me what you thought. I'd like to thank: Utter Inzanity, Linz, hyperwhich, LoneWolf, C Jazz, He-who-must-not-be-named, and pizzi who have reviewed so far. A very special thanks to my best friend Rachel, who put up with my slacking on this story and Kristin who keeps making me write my bsb story. Trust me, now that this is done Kristin, Nick and Kevin here I come! Thank you for reading my story and riding my insanity cycle please drop by again. ~Megs~