Harry and Hermione both thought it was a bit unusual that they should get to spend the weekend together, but they made the most of it. They didn't leave the house, but they found ways to entertain themselves. It turned out that Hermione wasn't too interested in homework, since she already completed all of it (not to mention that she had read all of her books).

And then there was the pool. It turned out that Hermione's parents were rather successful in dentistry, and they had money to show for it. So naturally, for summertime use, they had a pool built in. It was 10 feet deep and one end, while at the other end it came up to Harry's chest (which was pretty deep considering that he was six feet tall). The first day they decided to use the pool, Harry was extremely embarrassed. He was scared that she would turn him on a little too much for comfort, and in his swimming trunks, it was very noticeable. So, naturally, that was what happened.

Harry was on the edge of the pool contemplating on what would be less shocking: going slow, or just jumping in. Little did he notice that Hermione had sneaked behind him. With a quick playful shove, he flopped in unceremoniously. Eager for a little revenge, he quickly swam to the edge, and while she was busy laughing, jumped up and seized her waist. He threw her into the water so suddenly that when he grabbed her, she was still thinking how funny it was when he went in. Realization that she was being thrown in hit her like a ton of bricks. She swam underneath the water to the middle of the pool, where it was about seven feet deep. There she waited while Harry swam slowly toward her.

Harry was finding swimming to be fun, but very difficult. He had never swum before, besides the ordeal with the second challenge at the Triwizard cup. Even then though, he had had eaten gillyweed, which allowed the user to breathe underwater. Now, his inexperience showed.

"Hermione, I'm going to get you!" said Harry as evilly as he could.

When he finally reached the middle of the pool with Hermione, he discovered her trap. It wasn't too deep, so they couldn't drown easily. So Hermione dunked Harry underneath the water, which wasn't what Harry was expecting. He reached up and grabbed her about her waist. He pulled and she slid under with him.

While underneath, for barely a moment, Harry couldn't resist. He looked into her eyes. He saw not only her beautiful eyes, but all of the emotions she felt; which consisted of mainly mischief. She gave him a brief smile as they both broke the surface of the water. They were both gasping for breath when Harry came in closer. Suspecting foul play, she watched his every move, and she felt an aura around Harry. Not like the aura that Dumbledore had, which radiated trust and confidence, but an aura that conveyed love.

Slowly he slid his arms around her neck and came in close. She suspected that he was going to drive both of them under the water, but instead, when she closed her eyes, she felt something up against her lips. Her eyes opened and she realized that Harry was kissing her! She stiffened for a moment, then relaxed into the kiss. It was like a special magic that made her feel wonderful. When they broke, Harry and Hermione gazed deeply into each other's eyes, and saw different things.

In Harry's eyes, Hermione saw love, lust, and passion. He wanted her and she knew it. However, in Hermione's eyes, Harry did not see what he hoped to see. Her eyes only said that it was a kiss among friends, and nothing more. They said that she was not ready to recognize her love for him, if indeed she did.

"Harry," said Hermione in a rather shaky voice, as though she had just had the most shocking experience in her life, "Harry, what was that?"

"Hermione…" and that was when Harry realized for sure what he had hoped against all the way through the kiss. She didn't love him. "I have to go. Now."

Harry quickly suited word to action, and swam to the edge of the pool. He lifted himself out and started toward the sliding glass door to the Granger's light blue house. About halfway there, Hermione threw herself in front of Harry. She stood there for a moment and then noticed why Harry was intensely staring at her while his face went through all of the shades of red. In their horseplay, Hermione had accidentally lost her bikini top. In the water, neither of them noticed since they couldn't feel or see the difference through the water.

Harry just stared there while Hermione was looking at her breasts in shock. Looking farther down however, she noticed that Harry was more-than-slightly aroused by her cavorting. She withdrew her arms to protect her chest, and when her breasts were no longer available for viewing, Harry came out of his trance. He just walked around her and went silently into the house. Hermione followed after she had retrieved her bikini top from the water.

***Five days later***

The next five days passed very quickly. Hermione and Harry never spoke to each other, and generally stayed away from the other. One day, Harry broke the silence, "Hermione, I have to go. As soon as your parents get back, I'm going to fly on my Firebolt and go find Dumbledore. He told me where to meet him this summer, should I ever need him. And right now, I need him and solitude." said Harry quietly.

Hermione merely nodded assent that she heard him.

(A/N) I'll try to update once every three days. I certainly hope I am at least decent at this. I didn't know writing is so much fun! BTW, I need reviews! I need criticism and support. REVIEW please… might make me update faster (cough, cough)