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WARNING: This chapter contains a lot of fluffiness… if you don't like fluff then don't attempt to read this chapter… it may destroy your sense of self being. For those of you who love fluff… read on and enjoy.

Chapter 7: Discard of the Plan

Hermione sat back in her room, particularly proud that she had just finished part one of "The Plan". At her desk, she worked on her charms homework, probably her best subject next to arithmancy. She read through her book, Useful Charms for the Everyday, stumbling on the charm that she had used to disguise her handwriting. She smiled to herself, knowing that she had successfully accomplished the spell, and only on the first try. Or did she?

As she scanned down the page, her eyes froze on a particular line: the spell is temporary, lasting only a day or two unless "permanté" is spoken at the end of the incantation. Her heart began to beat, she felt her pulse in every atom of her body. How could she have missed that? How could she not have known? She had cast the spell well over two days ago.

Harry knew her handwriting. On countless occasions, Hermione had let Harry borrow her notes to use on essays and such. He would immediately recognize her perfect script. She knew what would happen: Harry would discover the anonymous love letter waiting for him on his desk, read it recognizing the handwriting, and would never speak to her again. The plan was supposed to be gradual; it wasn't meant for him to find out it was her until at least Christmas. Hermione began to panic. She had to think of a plan quickly.

Hermione settled on asking Harry if she could borrow a book. When he wasn't looking she would grab the letter and put it in her robe pocket. She only hoped that it wasn't too late. Hermione raced out of her room to Harry's, knocking on the door. There was silence. He didn't answer. She knocked again. The door opened, Harry standing before her, an open letter in his hand.

It was too late. Harry read the letter and knew whom it was from. He stared at Hermione, then to letter, and back to Hermione. He was about to say something when Hermione bolted back to her room, the door slamming behind her. Harry chased after her, only to have the door facing him. He knocked. There was no answer. He knocked again. "Hermione? Hermione, come out."

Hermione sat on her bed, a pillow to her chest, with tears streaming down her face. She was not going to answer. She had a gut feeling that if she opened that door, Harry would break their friendship and her heart. She couldn't handle the thought of loosing her best friend like that. She felt she was lucky that it was a Friday, and that the weekend was ahead. She would just stay in her room the whole time, trying to think of something, anything that would help her situation. She also hoped that by then Harry might forget about the letter, not that it was likely.

Harry stood outside of her door. He had given up on the knocking, but he had to think of something. He decided to go back to his room. He pulled out the letter that he had stuffed in his pocket and read it to himself again.

Dear Harry,

This is a message, a message from someone who really cares about you. It's a message of love, a message of want, need, and longing. It's a message from the girl who admirers you, who thinks about you when she looks at the starry night sky. The girl has always loved you, needed you to survive everyday. She loves you and she will always love you. I am the girl, but you won't know me for a short time until I know that your love is mutual, wanting and needing me as much as I you. So goodbye for now, my Harry.

Love,

You're Secret Admirer

Harry knew it was from Hermione the second he read it. The handwriting, it was incredibly neat. Not to mention that it smelled like raspberries, like Hermione did. He loved the scent that drifted around her. He wondered why she wouldn't try to disguise the letter. I wasn't like her not to think things through. Or did she? Harry remembered reading the letter, then hearing frantic knocking on his door. Did she know that I would know it was her? Maybe something went wrong?

Harry didn't know what to do. He took his mind off of it by doing his charms homework. He sat, scribbling notes, and turning the pages for advanced cleaning charms when he stumbled on a spell that changes handwriting. His eyes froze on the page. Harry read over the page, clues coming together in his head.

He figured it out. Hermione used the spell and didn't notice the note at the bottom of the page. The spell wore off and Hermione realized it tonight when she was doing her charms homework and tried to get it back before he read it. "And after she saw the open letter in my hand she knew I read it and ran away. If only I could tell her that I like her too. But I can't get to her. She's barricaded herself in her room."

Harry sat disappointed that Hermione thought that he didn't like her in that way. What was he going to do?

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It was Sunday night and Hermione had spent the entire weekend in her room. Tears stained her light cheeks, dark circles accented her eyes. No one came knocking on her door since Harry did Friday night. Her stomach growled since she hadn't eaten since Friday either. She needed something to eat but she didn't want anyone to see her sneaking down to the kitchens. She pulled out her cloak for the second time ever and draped it over herself.

She opened the door, and leaving the room, she quietly closed the door and walked about one foot before something grabbed her by the ankle. She panicked, not able to see what had a hold of her for it was too dark to see. A second later, the cloak was pulled off of her. The darkness still hid the identity of her attacker, and fearing for herself she raced to her room. Unfortunately, the person followed her into her room. Turning around, prepared to defend herself, she froze.

Harry stood in front of her, a look of confusion on his face. "What do you think you were doing, Harry?" she asked, breathing heavily from the adrenaline rush.

"Waiting for you? When did you get an invisibility cloak?"

"A while ago." They stood in silence for a minute before Hermione spoke again. "Why were you waiting for me?"

"I need to talk to you about the letter."

"Listen, I know what you're going to say. So let me say this first. I'm sorry that I had to ruin everything. I shouldn't have written that letter. I knew that things would end up being weird between us. I should have known that you don't like me like that and I'll just get out of you're way now. Well, um, actually this is my room so you're the one that has to leave."

Hermione turned around to her bed and sat on it waiting for Harry to leave. When he didn't Hermione gave him an odd look. "Why haven't you left?"

"Why? Because you have it all wrong, Hermione."

"Oh, so you not only don't like me that way but you also hate my guts, is that it?"

"No, you think I don't like you. I do like you, Hermione. I like you a lot."

"Harry, you don't have to do this. I know that you're only trying to make me feel better but-,"

"Hermione, I'm serious." Harry walked over to Hermione's bed and took a seat next to her. He took one of her hands and stared into her cinnamon eyes. "I love you. I don't care if you don't believe me when I say that, but it's the truth. I love you and I will always love you. What can I do to let you see the truth?"

Hermione wasn't sure what to believe. Her heart told her it was real, very real. It was the truth. Harry would never lie to her. But her mind said otherwise. It was a dream. She would wake up any minute. She needed something to wake her up from her dream, a dream that would only hurt her more if it continued since it wasn't going to ever happen to her. It struck her. "Kiss me."

Harry looked at her for a second. It was his chance at last, to kiss Hermione, but he suddenly became very nervous. I've never kissed a girl before. What if I do something wrong? Where do I move my head? And what the heck do I do with my hands? I don't want to seem to forward. What if I'm a bad kisser? Is my breath okay? Harry decided to just go for it and see what happens. If he delayed any more Hermione would think he didn't love her.

Harry leaned forward, tilting his head slightly to the right. Hermione did the same, waiting for the kiss and her eyes to open, revealing that it was only a fantasy. Harry closed his eyes. Hermione kept hers closed. Suddenly, their lips touched. Hermione took in a deep breath and waited. Her heart raced. Why weren't her eyes opening? Why didn't the dream end?

They pulled away. Hermione looked at Harry with a confused look on her face. Harry sat, worried that he had done something wrong. "Did I do something wrong?"

Hermione laughed a little at herself. Harry became more nervous. Why is she laughing at me? "It's not you, Harry. You were fine. I was just expecting that I'd wake up."

Harry smiled at her and leaned in again. Their lips met again. Hermione felt like some kind of happiness charm was cast on her. They kissed lightly, becoming harder. Harry wrapped his arm around her and pulled her close. They stopped kissing and sat there embraced within each other's arms. For ten minutes there was silence. Hermione felt incredible warmth surging throughout her body. Harry felt secure, not wanting to let her go. "Do you believe me now?" he asked, staring into her eyes, becoming captured in their trance.

"Yes. I believe you." She smiled, burying her head into Harry's chest. Another ten minutes passed. Harry looked at his watch.

"It's really late. We have to get to bed. I'll see you in the morning." Harry got up to leave, before a hand grabbed his arm and pulled him back to the bed.

"One last kiss?" Hermione asked, smiling a smile that made Harry not want to leave at all.

"Okay, one last kiss." Harry pulled Hermione close to him and kissed her. He pressed hard against her lips, making Hermione open her mouth just slightly. Harry felt her warm breath. They pulled apart and stared at each other. "You know that you're making it hard for me to leave." Hermione smiled as Harry left the room.

"He loves me," she whispered to herself. "He loves me!" she shouted a bit louder. Her body was full of pent up energy. She didn't know how to release it. She grabbed a pillow and screamed into it. Lifting her head, she took few deep breaths. She couldn't calm down. She just had the most amazing experience of her life. Harry was her boyfriend now. She just couldn't believe it. "I guess that I don't need the plan anymore."

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