Disclaimer: I don't own ANY of these characters; they are the brilliant
creation of J K Rowling. This was all co-written with a friend, so it is
both of our work.
Author's note: These chapters aren't really set in reference to a particular time at Hogwarts, although this is reference to them being in their 5th year.
"Why is it that someone doesn't notice you until someone else notices you?"
Hermione Granger paused in her writing to consider the question. She wasn't wiring a diary as such, she wasn't the kind to sit thoughtful for hours on end; no, it was more of a thoughts page she was writing. He mind was crammed full of spells and potion mixes that she hardly had any space left for her own personal thoughts. Because she didn't really have may 'girlfriends' as such, Hermione didn't know whom to turn to about the problem. Her best friends Ron Weasley and Harry Potter wouldn't be much help for two reasons: one, they were boys, and two, they were the boys in question. Ron had been acting strange ever since they had returned to Hogwarts for their fifth year, and Harry was simply being Harry. She's guessed that Ron maybe liked because of the way he'd been acting; girls can always tell when a boy likes them, Hermione mused, and since she didn't feel that way about Ron, she'd decided to carry on acting normal. The trouble was, Ron was always trying to catch her on her own, meaning that Hermione was now clinging to Harry to avoid Ron.
"Mmm, Harry." Hermione considered out loud.
"Yes?" replied a voice behind her.
"Oh, Harry!" Hermione exclaimed, caught of guard. She hurriedly stuffed her piece of paper in her bag before turning to look at him. She smiled and fobbed him off with an excuse of sorts, which Harry appeared to accept.
"Are you coming down to dinner?" Harry was asking, "Ron's waiting," he teased. Hermione gave him one of her 'you're so immature' expressions before marching off without him.
"Don't wait for me then," Harry called after her. He couldn't help teasing her these days, the situation with her and Ron amused him, and it also stopped him thinking about Hermione himself. It was strange, he thought as he walked down to dinner, that he's never noticed Hermione as a 'girl' until Ron told him that he liked her. But then Ron changed his mind daily about which girl he liked. Over the summer hols Ron had been pining for Fleur, a beautiful part-Veela girl who had stayed at Hogwarts the previous year over the Tri-Wizard tournament. It was only since Hermione had blossomed over the summer that Ron had started liking her, Harry was sure he'd be onto a different girl soon, Lavender had been staring at him in classes recently. Maybe Harry would get those two together to give Hermione some peace. Down in the large hall at dinner, Ron was already saving a seat for Hermione, which is why she purposely sat at the other end of the table. He knew she didn't like him like that, and it was affecting their friendship, which Hermione was sorry about. Harry appeared and took the seat Ron had been saving.
"Any luck with Hermione yet?" Harry asked a little too loudly.
"No," sulked Ron, "I don't think she likes me," he replied in a whisper.
"What gives you that impression?" Harry asked in an almost believable surprised voice.
"Shut up Harry," Ron grumbled back. Harry smiled to himself, relieved that Ron was giving up in the chase. He knew Ron would get over it as soon as another pretty girl came along, and besides, he wanted Ron around when he was with Hermione, since he was beginning to feel a little uncomfortable around her. He kept noticing details about her, like the way she chewed at her bottom lip when concentrating on her work, and the way her robes were slightly tighter around her chest than last year. "What?" Harry thought to himself, he was a 15-year-old boy/man now; he was supposed to be noticing things like that. Harry looked up to see that Hermione was chatting away to Seamus, he studied her mouth, her eyes, the way her hair did what it want, rather like his really; unmanageable Ron's mum called it. But on Hermione it didn't matter, since it was her mouth Harry was fixated with.
"Harry, stop staring," Ron said from the side, "She's not worth it mate, move on."
"What? You're not suggesting." Harry responded, quickly looked away from Hermione.
"Well, maybe you'll have better luck than me," Ron replied patting Harry on the shoulder as he stood up to clear his place. Harry stared after, considering what he'd said. Well at least Ron wouldn't mind if he did decide to ask Hermione out, Harry thought. Wait a second! "I didn't say I'd do that!" Harry exclaimed, not realising he'd spoken aloud.
"Do what?" Neville Longbottom asked from across the table.
"Nothing," Harry muttered as he stood up. He was going to have to think about this one alone.
Hermione noticed Harry walking away from the table and heading for the Gryffindor common room. She loved the way he was constantly trying to flatten his hair, he'll never be able to she mused, not without magic anyway! She laughed to herself at her own wit.
Harry and Ron were walking towards their Arithmacy lesson as Hermione caught them up behind, gasping for breath as she did so.
"Where's the fire?" Ron joked. Hermione ignored his comment and busied herself with arranging her robes.
"Need a hand there?" Ron asked suggestively, smirking and winking at Harry.
"Ron if you're going to continue this pursuit of me, please restrict your fantasies to your own twisted imagination," Hermione said in a bored voice, she was sick of his comments. He'd given up asking her out, but he couldn't resist the odd comment.
"Leave her alone Ron," Harry said, lightly punching him in the arm. Hermione beamed at Harry as they entered the classroom; Harry hoped no one saw the blush begin to spread across his face.
"What's up with you defending Hermione?" Ron whispered to Harry as they took note off the board.
"Nothing, she's just sick of you that's all," Harry replied. He'd been trying to hide his feelings for the past 2 weeks, ever since Ron had given up on Hermione, but Harry couldn't take his mind off her now.
"It's all your fault!" Harry whispered angrily to Ron. If it weren't for Ron, Harry would never have noticed Hermione in that way. Ron didn't appear to her Harry, as he was busy swapping notes with Seamus under the table. Hermione glanced at Harry to her left, not wanting him to see that she was staring at him. He'd been so distant the past couple of weeks, that Hermione wasn't sure where she stood at all. Did he like her? She thought to herself. She kept imaging him kissing her, and it was getting her into trouble with the teachers who all said she shouldn't be daydreaming in class. Me? Hermione thought, I'm the hardest worker, well, usually, not lately I suppose she thought to herself. Up in the Gryffindor common room, Harry saw Ron was playing wizard's chess with Seamus, surrounded by a group of girls, giggling and whispering to each other. Lavender's hand, he noticed was placed delicately on Ron's shoulder, occasionally reaching down to feel his chest; at these moments Ron looked away from the game to smile up at her. Good, Harry thought to himself, Ron's happy, now I have to find Hermione. Harry searched the rest of the common, but to no avail.
"If you're looking for Hermione, she's in the library," called Ron with a grin. Everyone looked up over to Harry, grins spreading across their faces. Harry left before they'd see how red he'd gone.
Hermione mused over the open book in front of her, but her concentration was wavering; with Harry on her mind constantly there was no hope of her studying.
"Damn!" exclaimed Hermione, breaking the silence.
"What's wrong?" asked Harry, appearing from round the corner.
"Oh!" she exclaimed, "I didn't know you were in here."
"I wasn't until now," Harry replied easily. With no one else around and Ron's approval, Harry felt surer of himself, but his confidence fled him as he saw how amazing she looked sitting there, her eyes wide and alert.
"What's up?" Harry asked, cautiously sitting down next to her.
"Nothing," she replied, "I just." she looked away from him, not wanting him to see her embarrassment; with Harry at such close proximity to her, she didn't want her expression betraying her feelings to him.
"Do you mind if I sit with you a while?" Harry asked, shuffling slightly closer to her.
"Sure," she managed to reply as she fixed her eyes back in the book. They stayed that way for a few minutes, each pretending to read the book in front of them. Their physical closeness was getting awkward for both of them; Harry wanting to be close to Hermione, without giving his intentions away, and Hermione not wanting to seem too eager either. Harry reached across Hermione to turn the page, and as he did so the tension between them reached a peak.
"Harry." Hermione managed to say. He turned to look at her, and in that moment neither of them could think about anything else. Right now they both needed release from the intensity of their emotions, and that release was through each other. Harry moved his face closer to Hermione as she reached for him. The kiss lasted only a matter of seconds, yet in those few seconds all else was banished from their thoughts. As Hermione began to pull away Harry pulled her back to him, cupping her face in his hands. His hands found hers as he pulled her up from the chair, wrapping his arms around her. Eventually he pulled back from her, and gazed at her closely. The dreamy look was still evident on her face as her eyes opened to him.
"Hermione." he began to say, but she silenced him with another kiss.
Author's note: These chapters aren't really set in reference to a particular time at Hogwarts, although this is reference to them being in their 5th year.
"Why is it that someone doesn't notice you until someone else notices you?"
Hermione Granger paused in her writing to consider the question. She wasn't wiring a diary as such, she wasn't the kind to sit thoughtful for hours on end; no, it was more of a thoughts page she was writing. He mind was crammed full of spells and potion mixes that she hardly had any space left for her own personal thoughts. Because she didn't really have may 'girlfriends' as such, Hermione didn't know whom to turn to about the problem. Her best friends Ron Weasley and Harry Potter wouldn't be much help for two reasons: one, they were boys, and two, they were the boys in question. Ron had been acting strange ever since they had returned to Hogwarts for their fifth year, and Harry was simply being Harry. She's guessed that Ron maybe liked because of the way he'd been acting; girls can always tell when a boy likes them, Hermione mused, and since she didn't feel that way about Ron, she'd decided to carry on acting normal. The trouble was, Ron was always trying to catch her on her own, meaning that Hermione was now clinging to Harry to avoid Ron.
"Mmm, Harry." Hermione considered out loud.
"Yes?" replied a voice behind her.
"Oh, Harry!" Hermione exclaimed, caught of guard. She hurriedly stuffed her piece of paper in her bag before turning to look at him. She smiled and fobbed him off with an excuse of sorts, which Harry appeared to accept.
"Are you coming down to dinner?" Harry was asking, "Ron's waiting," he teased. Hermione gave him one of her 'you're so immature' expressions before marching off without him.
"Don't wait for me then," Harry called after her. He couldn't help teasing her these days, the situation with her and Ron amused him, and it also stopped him thinking about Hermione himself. It was strange, he thought as he walked down to dinner, that he's never noticed Hermione as a 'girl' until Ron told him that he liked her. But then Ron changed his mind daily about which girl he liked. Over the summer hols Ron had been pining for Fleur, a beautiful part-Veela girl who had stayed at Hogwarts the previous year over the Tri-Wizard tournament. It was only since Hermione had blossomed over the summer that Ron had started liking her, Harry was sure he'd be onto a different girl soon, Lavender had been staring at him in classes recently. Maybe Harry would get those two together to give Hermione some peace. Down in the large hall at dinner, Ron was already saving a seat for Hermione, which is why she purposely sat at the other end of the table. He knew she didn't like him like that, and it was affecting their friendship, which Hermione was sorry about. Harry appeared and took the seat Ron had been saving.
"Any luck with Hermione yet?" Harry asked a little too loudly.
"No," sulked Ron, "I don't think she likes me," he replied in a whisper.
"What gives you that impression?" Harry asked in an almost believable surprised voice.
"Shut up Harry," Ron grumbled back. Harry smiled to himself, relieved that Ron was giving up in the chase. He knew Ron would get over it as soon as another pretty girl came along, and besides, he wanted Ron around when he was with Hermione, since he was beginning to feel a little uncomfortable around her. He kept noticing details about her, like the way she chewed at her bottom lip when concentrating on her work, and the way her robes were slightly tighter around her chest than last year. "What?" Harry thought to himself, he was a 15-year-old boy/man now; he was supposed to be noticing things like that. Harry looked up to see that Hermione was chatting away to Seamus, he studied her mouth, her eyes, the way her hair did what it want, rather like his really; unmanageable Ron's mum called it. But on Hermione it didn't matter, since it was her mouth Harry was fixated with.
"Harry, stop staring," Ron said from the side, "She's not worth it mate, move on."
"What? You're not suggesting." Harry responded, quickly looked away from Hermione.
"Well, maybe you'll have better luck than me," Ron replied patting Harry on the shoulder as he stood up to clear his place. Harry stared after, considering what he'd said. Well at least Ron wouldn't mind if he did decide to ask Hermione out, Harry thought. Wait a second! "I didn't say I'd do that!" Harry exclaimed, not realising he'd spoken aloud.
"Do what?" Neville Longbottom asked from across the table.
"Nothing," Harry muttered as he stood up. He was going to have to think about this one alone.
Hermione noticed Harry walking away from the table and heading for the Gryffindor common room. She loved the way he was constantly trying to flatten his hair, he'll never be able to she mused, not without magic anyway! She laughed to herself at her own wit.
Harry and Ron were walking towards their Arithmacy lesson as Hermione caught them up behind, gasping for breath as she did so.
"Where's the fire?" Ron joked. Hermione ignored his comment and busied herself with arranging her robes.
"Need a hand there?" Ron asked suggestively, smirking and winking at Harry.
"Ron if you're going to continue this pursuit of me, please restrict your fantasies to your own twisted imagination," Hermione said in a bored voice, she was sick of his comments. He'd given up asking her out, but he couldn't resist the odd comment.
"Leave her alone Ron," Harry said, lightly punching him in the arm. Hermione beamed at Harry as they entered the classroom; Harry hoped no one saw the blush begin to spread across his face.
"What's up with you defending Hermione?" Ron whispered to Harry as they took note off the board.
"Nothing, she's just sick of you that's all," Harry replied. He'd been trying to hide his feelings for the past 2 weeks, ever since Ron had given up on Hermione, but Harry couldn't take his mind off her now.
"It's all your fault!" Harry whispered angrily to Ron. If it weren't for Ron, Harry would never have noticed Hermione in that way. Ron didn't appear to her Harry, as he was busy swapping notes with Seamus under the table. Hermione glanced at Harry to her left, not wanting him to see that she was staring at him. He'd been so distant the past couple of weeks, that Hermione wasn't sure where she stood at all. Did he like her? She thought to herself. She kept imaging him kissing her, and it was getting her into trouble with the teachers who all said she shouldn't be daydreaming in class. Me? Hermione thought, I'm the hardest worker, well, usually, not lately I suppose she thought to herself. Up in the Gryffindor common room, Harry saw Ron was playing wizard's chess with Seamus, surrounded by a group of girls, giggling and whispering to each other. Lavender's hand, he noticed was placed delicately on Ron's shoulder, occasionally reaching down to feel his chest; at these moments Ron looked away from the game to smile up at her. Good, Harry thought to himself, Ron's happy, now I have to find Hermione. Harry searched the rest of the common, but to no avail.
"If you're looking for Hermione, she's in the library," called Ron with a grin. Everyone looked up over to Harry, grins spreading across their faces. Harry left before they'd see how red he'd gone.
Hermione mused over the open book in front of her, but her concentration was wavering; with Harry on her mind constantly there was no hope of her studying.
"Damn!" exclaimed Hermione, breaking the silence.
"What's wrong?" asked Harry, appearing from round the corner.
"Oh!" she exclaimed, "I didn't know you were in here."
"I wasn't until now," Harry replied easily. With no one else around and Ron's approval, Harry felt surer of himself, but his confidence fled him as he saw how amazing she looked sitting there, her eyes wide and alert.
"What's up?" Harry asked, cautiously sitting down next to her.
"Nothing," she replied, "I just." she looked away from him, not wanting him to see her embarrassment; with Harry at such close proximity to her, she didn't want her expression betraying her feelings to him.
"Do you mind if I sit with you a while?" Harry asked, shuffling slightly closer to her.
"Sure," she managed to reply as she fixed her eyes back in the book. They stayed that way for a few minutes, each pretending to read the book in front of them. Their physical closeness was getting awkward for both of them; Harry wanting to be close to Hermione, without giving his intentions away, and Hermione not wanting to seem too eager either. Harry reached across Hermione to turn the page, and as he did so the tension between them reached a peak.
"Harry." Hermione managed to say. He turned to look at her, and in that moment neither of them could think about anything else. Right now they both needed release from the intensity of their emotions, and that release was through each other. Harry moved his face closer to Hermione as she reached for him. The kiss lasted only a matter of seconds, yet in those few seconds all else was banished from their thoughts. As Hermione began to pull away Harry pulled her back to him, cupping her face in his hands. His hands found hers as he pulled her up from the chair, wrapping his arms around her. Eventually he pulled back from her, and gazed at her closely. The dreamy look was still evident on her face as her eyes opened to him.
"Hermione." he began to say, but she silenced him with another kiss.