Hermione Granger bit her lip and leaned over her work. She had already
finished her school work, but she wanted to get ahead. She had to do well
on her newts. She had to study. She sighed in frustration as Ron knocked
into her. He and Dean were having a mock sword fight with their wands.
"Do you mind," She said huffily, "Some of us are trying to work."
"Oh lighten up, Hermione," He replied, "Put away the work, have some fun."
She turned to Harry for help. He looked between them and sighed. He motioned for Ron, and they got involved in a chess game. She smiled gratefully at him, and then turned back to her work. Or at least tried to. Her head unconsciously turned back to Harry. She could just see his gorgeous green eyes as he leaned over the chess board.
"Wait a minute," She thought, "where did that come from. I don't think his eyes are gorgeous. That's just Harry, my best friend. I don't see him like that." Yet she had to admit that lately things had begun to change. It had begun during fifth year. She had helped him with Cho. She thought she was doing it as a friend, but she found that she had become jealous. He was only her friend, she kept telling herself. However, she knew something had changed. And just this year, something stranger was happening. Every time he touched her, it was like sparks were shooting between them. It had stared out as mild, but had continued to grow stronger. She found herself thinking of him at the oddest times. In class, when doing homework, or when the three of them were doing things together. At all these times, her thoughts would turn to Harry.
Later that night, everyone else had gone to bed, except Hermione. She was working on SPEW stuff. She yawned softly and tried to concentrate on her work. Suddenly, someone tapped her from behind. She gasped and whirled, straight into Harry. He smiled and sat down beside her.
"Harry, what are you doing here?" She asked.
"I'm here to get you to relax." He replied.
"Did Ron send you?" She asked annoyed.
"No, actually, Professor McGonagall did. She told me that I had permission to leave the tower with you if I could get you to relax." He smiled.
"Harry," She groaned, "I have so much work to do."
"Later, Hermione," He replied. "Right now we are going flying."
"Harry! I hate flying."
"But we'll have fun. You can ride on the back of my broom."
She was about to refuse out of instinct, but somehow she really wanted to do this, so she agreed. They mounted his broom, and exited the window. Harry flew slowly at first, letting her get her bearings. She clung to his robes, nervous at first, but then began to enjoy the ride. Then Harry began to do more complicated flying, with more speed, higher climbs, lower dives, and lots of turns and spins. Hermione was surprised at how much she was enjoying this. She grinned in exhilaration. Somehow, here with Harry, everything seemed better. She could forget all her worries, and have fun.
After about an hour, Harry lowered the broom, and settled above the lake. He then carefully turned around so that he was facing Hermione.
"Wow, Harry, that was amazing!" She grinned.
"Like it?" He smiled, " I hope you had fun." Then he inhaled sharply, and looked into her eyes. " Hermione, something has changed, and I don't know what it is. Lately I have found myself thinking about you a lot for reasons I don't know.
She stared at him. " So have I Harry." Then she inhaled as well. "Harry, I think that I am beginning to like you as more than a friend. I have been trying to push it away for Ron's sake, but I can't seem to. When I am with you nothing else matters, and when I'm not, I cannot stop thinking of you. I'll understand if you do not feel the same way, but I had to tell you."
"Hermione," he whispered, "I have been trying to push it away too. Yet now, as you said something, I realize that I cannot anymore. I need you, Hermione Granger."
"And I need you, Harry Potter. Do you want to try dating. We do have to talk to Ron first, but I hope he understands."
"Of course I do, and I think that if Ron is the friend I think he is, he will understand. He may be mad at first, but he'll get over it. I need you too much to let him stop us from doing this. I love you Hermione." "And I love You, Harry," She smiled, and leaned over. Gently, their lips met. They kissed as the stars twinkled overhead. Several hours later, they flew back to the common room. But something new had occurred, and nothing would ever be the same.
"Do you mind," She said huffily, "Some of us are trying to work."
"Oh lighten up, Hermione," He replied, "Put away the work, have some fun."
She turned to Harry for help. He looked between them and sighed. He motioned for Ron, and they got involved in a chess game. She smiled gratefully at him, and then turned back to her work. Or at least tried to. Her head unconsciously turned back to Harry. She could just see his gorgeous green eyes as he leaned over the chess board.
"Wait a minute," She thought, "where did that come from. I don't think his eyes are gorgeous. That's just Harry, my best friend. I don't see him like that." Yet she had to admit that lately things had begun to change. It had begun during fifth year. She had helped him with Cho. She thought she was doing it as a friend, but she found that she had become jealous. He was only her friend, she kept telling herself. However, she knew something had changed. And just this year, something stranger was happening. Every time he touched her, it was like sparks were shooting between them. It had stared out as mild, but had continued to grow stronger. She found herself thinking of him at the oddest times. In class, when doing homework, or when the three of them were doing things together. At all these times, her thoughts would turn to Harry.
Later that night, everyone else had gone to bed, except Hermione. She was working on SPEW stuff. She yawned softly and tried to concentrate on her work. Suddenly, someone tapped her from behind. She gasped and whirled, straight into Harry. He smiled and sat down beside her.
"Harry, what are you doing here?" She asked.
"I'm here to get you to relax." He replied.
"Did Ron send you?" She asked annoyed.
"No, actually, Professor McGonagall did. She told me that I had permission to leave the tower with you if I could get you to relax." He smiled.
"Harry," She groaned, "I have so much work to do."
"Later, Hermione," He replied. "Right now we are going flying."
"Harry! I hate flying."
"But we'll have fun. You can ride on the back of my broom."
She was about to refuse out of instinct, but somehow she really wanted to do this, so she agreed. They mounted his broom, and exited the window. Harry flew slowly at first, letting her get her bearings. She clung to his robes, nervous at first, but then began to enjoy the ride. Then Harry began to do more complicated flying, with more speed, higher climbs, lower dives, and lots of turns and spins. Hermione was surprised at how much she was enjoying this. She grinned in exhilaration. Somehow, here with Harry, everything seemed better. She could forget all her worries, and have fun.
After about an hour, Harry lowered the broom, and settled above the lake. He then carefully turned around so that he was facing Hermione.
"Wow, Harry, that was amazing!" She grinned.
"Like it?" He smiled, " I hope you had fun." Then he inhaled sharply, and looked into her eyes. " Hermione, something has changed, and I don't know what it is. Lately I have found myself thinking about you a lot for reasons I don't know.
She stared at him. " So have I Harry." Then she inhaled as well. "Harry, I think that I am beginning to like you as more than a friend. I have been trying to push it away for Ron's sake, but I can't seem to. When I am with you nothing else matters, and when I'm not, I cannot stop thinking of you. I'll understand if you do not feel the same way, but I had to tell you."
"Hermione," he whispered, "I have been trying to push it away too. Yet now, as you said something, I realize that I cannot anymore. I need you, Hermione Granger."
"And I need you, Harry Potter. Do you want to try dating. We do have to talk to Ron first, but I hope he understands."
"Of course I do, and I think that if Ron is the friend I think he is, he will understand. He may be mad at first, but he'll get over it. I need you too much to let him stop us from doing this. I love you Hermione." "And I love You, Harry," She smiled, and leaned over. Gently, their lips met. They kissed as the stars twinkled overhead. Several hours later, they flew back to the common room. But something new had occurred, and nothing would ever be the same.