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A/N: This is taking place during the weekend, just to clear up any confusion.

She sat on her four-poster in silence, staring outside at the moonlight reflecting from the gray clouds and white mist. The long white, silk hangings swung gently in the breeze near the tall window beside her. She had been thinking of the previous day; of the way she had reacted to Harry's kiss, and the mournful expression afterwards. She had been having plenty of stress preparing for the final exams, so Harry came over to her and pecked her lips with a light kiss, and, not knowing how to react, Hermione had slapped him. Why would probably be the question to ask Hermione. The answer would be that when Hermione was under stress, she usually took out all of it on anyone who happened to be near. Still, it gave her no right to slap Harry when he had just been showing his affection for her. But- she thought, why does he show his love for me now, of all times he could have done so before? And she sat there, as still a statue, lost in thought.

The next morning at breakfast, Hermione didn't spot Harry anywhere. Perhaps he's still asleep, she hoped. So, after a rushed and panicky breakfast, she decided to go up to the Gryffindor common room, in hopes of bumping into him. She walked fast, without watching where she was going, and headed straight for the portrait of the fat lady.

"Loins Tame" she said hurriedly.

The fat lady swung open the portrait, admitting her into the tower. As Hermione stumbled in, she was presented with a deserted common room, no one in site. Please, oh please let him be asleep, she said to herself, now remaining with her last hope.

She climbed the stairs to the boys' dormitory, taking three steps at a time. Finally, she arrived at the landing of a door, which read Sixth Years. She placed her hand over the knob, and then removed it as if she had been burned. What if I shouldn't go in? She thought to herself. After all, she had no doubt that Harry was mad at her from her hit, but she couldn't help feeling that this was her last chance to makeup for it, since they hadn't spoken to each other for nearly two days. She took a deep breath, placed her hand over the knob once more, and turned. She had been in here before, but now it looked quite different from before. The four posters were in a different arrangement and the once red curtain hangings, now were a deep golden color. Each bed had been made neatly, no doubt by the house elves. She glanced at the left, and saw none other than Harry lying on his back on his four-poster staring up above. She was quite unaware if Harry noticed her come in or not, but now was her chance to try.

Surprisingly calm she said, "Harry"

By his reaction, he hadn't noticed her at all. Suddenly, he stood up and faced her. He looked determined, as if he was ready to defend himself if she tried to hurt him again, physically, or mentally.

"Harry, I- I just wanted to say-" she tried to make it come out, but she felt as if there was a lump in her throat.

"I'm-" she began, but her feelings seemed to erupt from inside her heart. She didn't know if she could hold them in much longer.

"Oh Harry, I'm sorry!" she wailed loudly. Then, she suddenly remembered that she was making too much noise, and flung her hands to shut her mouth.

Harry stared at her. He didn't move, and he didn't respond. It seemed as if he were fighting an internal battle within himself, unable to do or say anything for fear that it might come out.

Hermione keeled, with her hands in her face, silent tears running down her cheeks. Suddenly, she saw a pair of feet emerging, coming into view through the thick blur of tears. Her eyes followed the pair of feat all the way up to the head that controlled them. Harry was standing in front of her with one hand in his pocket. He offered her a hand, and she took it, and he pulled her up to her feat, now both eye-level. Hermione stared at him, too emotional to say anything.

Then, suddenly, a miracle happened. Harry grinned. And then, that grin turned into a smile, which started to broaden. Soon, Harry gave a short chuckle; then he was laughing. Really laughing, as though someone told the funniest joke imaginable.

"Really," Hermione said, my face now red and soaking with tears, but she was no longer crying. "What's so funny?"

Harry could hardly open his mouth to form one word from laughing so hard.

"You," he answered not able to restrain himself.

"Me?" she repeated.

He now had to sit down from his fit of laughter, and started pounding his fists on the table beside him. Hermione stared at him with confusion, but now realizing the humor of the situation. She started to giggle, and then she laughed. It had been the first time, in a long time that she had laughed so much. And so, the two laughed themselves hoarse before they both collapsed on Harry's bed, and closed their eyes.

A/N: I would just like to thank all of my reviewers for reading (and reviewing) my fics. I'm really glad that you guys enjoy them. Getting reviews from people like you really puts a smile on my face!! (

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