PLEASE WAKE UP.

I went to his room, hoping something miracle would happen just I step in the room. I also hoped that I'm alone with him. I opened the door slowly and poked my head to see anyone around. "Harry," I called the boy who I hurt. No one answered. "Professor," I gulped calling his cousin.

Since no one answered to my calls, I crept into the room slowly. I immediately looked at Harry's bed and there he was, lying on the bed in deep thought. Oh no what have I done to him. I tried to hold back the tears in my eye as I watched the poor boy. I breathed in and breathed out and walked to his bed. I sat beside him, kneeling on the floor, looking at him lying sideways watching nothing but space.

I was scared to see him in this sort of way. I waved my hand in front of him, to my fears his face did not respond. I flicked my fingers in front of his face, he still did not respond. I cried softly because how worst has it gone for him. I cried even more when I noticed the slap marked I gave him. It did not disappear as I thought it was supposed to be. I tried controlling my tears so I can talk to him.

I breathed in and out hard and gather my courage that I held all of this time. I opened my mouth to say my first words.

"Harry, can you hear me?" I called him but still no respond. "I'm sorry that I hurt you last night. I don't know what came over me. I was just... being overprotected for you, I just can't seem to give my feelings to you when it should but I gave it the wrong way. I shouldn't pressure when the amount on your back was already overload. I should have known that you always know what to do when you met Voldermont," my words still could not reach him. I was exasperated but I still needed to try harder.

"I should respected your decision when you need some time out from the hero stuff, the studying, the homework and... me," I vaguely said the last word. "Draco was only looking out for you and I was a little bit jealous that he knows how to make you happy. It seems I was the one that make you sad and moody all the time, huh," my words still did not bore him. No use stare him to death I thought. "You like flying and it gave you a sense of freedom and I did not let you fly on your Firebolt ever since Umbridge expelled you from flying on a broom. I'm a thousand times worst than Draco and Ron put together," he still lying there staring senselessly into space.

Then I remembered what Ron said to me. "He created a void or something to lock himself from reality... us. We need someone or something to reach him and get him out of there. Do you know anyone that can help us?" that last line irritated me and I'm going to kill Ron the next time I see him.

I needed to penetrate his mind, destroy the void that kept him from me. I held his opened hand and held it tightly with both my hands. I looked into his sad eyes which were no longer the green I use to see and have bags under it. "Harry, if you could listen to me right now, I want you to know that I have been a... bitch," I said that word a bit loud. "You have been yourself while I'm not and you care for me in a nice way while I care for you in a rough way. I want you to come back so we can sort this thing out and heal you, just you and me, please," after I said those lines, I gave him a soft peck on the lips. My first one with... well someone who was in deep state of anxiety. I looked at him, hoping there were some changes in him but to no avail he was still in that same state, the same lying position and the same look.

I was frustrated, angry, exasperated and enrage at him. I let go of his dirty hand and stood up. I looked at him in the same way as last night's incident. "Fine! Be that way for the rest of your life you jerk. You always the prat, idiotic, self-centred, arrogant bastard that you always were and always will be. I never wanted you in the first place. And even I liked you in some way; you're just a git who wanted to use me as a rebound of one of your girlfriends if you have one. You never have me and I don't want to associate with you any more, GOODBYE," I dashed out for the door never looked back at him.

As I touched the door knob, I felt guilty and filthy. People would be disgusted with me after hearing what I said to Harry. What right that I have to call names to him when he suffered a lot from this past years. What have I become, Hermione Granger, no longer the know it all, number one in every class, and most of all best and loyal to the one who needed support and backing in his relented quest to fight the one who kill his love ones.

I immediately ran to him again. Unexpectedly even for me, I jumped on him not caring what consequences it made on him. All I wanted was for him to come back. I cried fro him. I pinned him down so he was lying on his back and I was on top of him. I was not thinking of having sex with him but only a mere desperate attempt to make him come back to me. I touched his forehead with mine and looked sat him straight in the eye.

"Harry... I'm so sorry...sob...sob... I'm so sorry...sob... I have never been a help to you this year... sob... I kept nagging you more than Ron...sob...I'm pressuring you...sob...I'm the worst person you ever met...sob....I love you so much... I love you," I kissed him deeply, it was not return but I don't care. I have my second, my third, fourth, fifth and so on. I even licked his lips just to show how desperate I was. In between those kisses I muttered, "I love you and only for you...please...please wake up, Harry."

I stopped kissing, I cried, I failed and I was miserable. My tear dropped on his face as my forehead touched his. I could not do anything more. I, Hermione Granger, have lost the one I love. I gave up. He gave up on me. I gave up on myself. I sat back up and looked into his eyes. I was surprised. I was shocked. Hope was not lost.

He was not in his deep state of thoughts but he was sleeping. He was out of his prison. I shed tears of joy but this was no time for crying. I wiped off my tears and ran through my hair. I smiled softly at the look of his relaxed face. He was smiling with his eyes closing. I took off his glasses and out them aside. I positioned myself as lay next to him with my hand on his chest, snuggling beside him. I hoped he noticed me as I dozed off, tired of helping him back to be him, the real him.

Moments later, Terry entered the room. "Okay Harry I'm back, I hope you are still..." he did not finish his sentence as he was marvelled by the scene in front of him. He smiled widely, watching the two teenagers snuggled in a bed together, sleeping happily. Terry was quite impressed and grateful to Hermione for whatever she has done to Harry. Both faces were calm and relaxed that made Terry thought of two very similar people.

Terry took out his wand and magically covered the two kids with a blanket. He went out of the room not before saying something that came upon his mind.

"You two have something special that most people don't," he said.

Later late at night, Harry woke up after over a day of hiding himself from reality. The first thing he realised was he did not know where he was. His visions were bleary, he needed his glasses. He suddenly felt someone was beside him; he quickly reached out his glasses from the table. He wore it and surprised to see Hermione sleeping beside him. After figuring out what happened in the last few hours, he smiled softly.

Without an intention to disturbed her or the other boys who were sleeping, Harry carefully climbed out of his bed, taking Hermione's hand off his chest, slipped out of the blanket and positioned her to the middle. "Thank you," he whispered to her ears softly. He brushed his teeth and went down to the common room hoping some food on the table.

He entered the common room; he shuddered for a few minutes, remembering the day before events. He slumped on the couch in front of the fireplace and got another surprised. There were assorted of foods and drinks on the table for him, from fried chickens to meatloaf to pies to Butterbeer and others. There's a message on a piece of paper for him.

'I thought you ought to be hungry after a long deep snooze, so I took the liberty of preparing your late night brunner (breakfast, lunch and dinner), actually it was Terry who ordered me to do and Dobby who prepared the food but I put a Freshness Spell on the food to keep it warm and tasty for you, Hermione would be proud of me, Oh speaking of that girl, you should thanked her you know, I was shocked to find you and her in the same bed and you both looked peaceful (naughty thoughts...snigger...) anyway hope the best for you, see you tomorrow.

Ron.

Harry chuckled a bit; he found the message from Ron a bit funny. He put down the message and walloped the food, savouring all the food, munching vigorously that Ron would be proud of him. He was so hungry that he could eat the whole common room.

After drinking a few Butterbeers, he sat back on the couch, feeling his stomach full. There were still a lot of food left on the table; it would be a waste to leave them uneaten. Suddenly, he heard footsteps from the stairs leading to the boy's dormitory. 'Ah! Another boy to share this lovely brunner with me,' he thought resourcefully. To his surprised, it was a girl, not just a girl but the one who helped him, Hermione.

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I woke up feeling happy, delighted and safe around the one I wanted. Even though I was awake, I could not open my eyes because I was safe around him. I held my hand across the bed to feel him but something was not quite right. He was not there, I struggled to open my eyes, a bit blurry so I rubbed my eyes and I could see he was not there. I panicked, did he ran away? Was he scared of seeing me with him in bed when I he woke up? Did he still holding some grudges again me?

I relaxed a bit, thought of something happy and climbed out of the bed; he must have gone to the common room. As I neat his bed a bit, I could felt for the first time how the Boy Who Lived slept with all the boys snoring loudly while he was the quiet one. I went out of the room, downed to the common room, and rubbed my eyes again as the fireplace was so bright.

And there he was, the man of the hour. Slumping down on the couch with food and drinks on the table. How did he get all the food? He must have forced Dobby to do it, the nerve of him, I will make him pay. Then again, I cannot blame him because he did not eat anything his breakfast, lunch and dinner. As for me, I too was hungry. Move over, you over zealous food gobbler.

"Hullo sunshine," he reacted to my presence.

"Good morning, Harry," I replied.

"Morning? Are you sure it's morning? It's dark outside," he said quizzically, how thick was he.

"It's three am, its morning DUHH," I gave him one of my unusual grinned, I enjoyed that.

"Want some grubs," he offered sweetly, despite what happened with us last night.

"Sure," I replied with another grin. I walked over to him. "It looks like you ate over half of them, aren't we the greedy type," I teased him for absolute fun.

"Hey, I save you some pies, its pumpkin," he said coyly, I could melt right there. I took some chickens, mashed potatoes, stew, and some juice and ate them. I sat down on the floor, with Harry's leg between me while he messaged my shoulders or caressed or groped I think, anyway its one of them but I do not care. Eating while he his hand moved my shoulder, I could die right there but I was not.

"Who prepared all of this?" I asked, remembering about house-elves rights somehow.

"Terry ordered Ron to prepared it, Dobby brought all of it up here and Ron did the Freshness Charm on it to kept it fresh," he explained like he volunteered. Why am I not surprised, anything about food, Ron would learn anything that could keep his food hundred percent alright approved to eat.

"That's nice of him," I said sarcastically. "Let Dobby do the hard part and all he did was a spell that was not even in the exams," I added another mocking remark, he chuckled. Must be my remark or how I look when I gave the remark.

"You have some mashed potatoes on your cheek," he said.

"Where, where?" I panicked because I was embarrassed, he noticed it, how I ugly I was. I hurried wiped my right cheek. "Is it gone?" I asked anxiously.

"No," he answered casually, I was stumped. He touched my left cheek; the potato stain was just beside my lips. He wiped it off and put the mashed potatoes bits in his mouth. He was tasting me, how incredible.

"Am I clean now?" what kind of question was that, why did I blurted such question, I know I'm clean.

"Yup," he said, thank god he did not notice the awkwardness of the question. I finished my supposed missing dinner, drank the juice and belched quietly hoping he did not notice it. He chuckled slightly, too late he noticed it.

I stood up, wiped off some dirt form my skirt and I was thinking of something. I still have not said sorry to him right now when he was conscious. I smiled sheepishly and straddled him carefully not landing to where you know where he made love. I was worried he could steamed right there but he was calm and cool. I have made him happy, a very happy man.

I noticed something about his face that made me opened my mouth slightly, turning into a smile. I caressed the cheek that held the once hand marked now gone. "Harry, it's gone," I said earnestly and delightedly.

"What gone?" he said quizzically, I forgot that he must have not known, he was confused when I slapped him.

"Your... um... your... um...." I was afraid to say it.

He cupped my face, pulling some of my bangs behind my ear. "It's alright, I won't harm you or angry at you," he said, knowing my sudden wariness. He would be the first to notice something about me than Ron.

"Nothing," I lied, a single innocent lie. "Just wanted to say....sorry," I said bravely.

"Sorry for... the slap, no worries," he said coolly, I was in shock.

"But I slapped you and I treated you like a dirt, honestly, I was a bitch that night, McGonagall gave me the responsibility to look after you but I pressured you terribly and causing you depression that alienated yourself from the world, slapping you when I heard the truth from you and I liked it very much was the worst part of all. You would never do that to me, and I did it to you, don't you feel angry at least at me? Don't you want some..."

He put my finger on my lips to stop my yapping. I have to ask Mum and Dad to send a specialist for me to stop my rambling so Harry and Ron would be comfy around me. Anyway he was shushing me like he shushed Ron. "You only meant well for me that night, Draco meant well for me, Ron meant well for me and everyone meant well for me. It's just not everyone has a great day, I watched that concert to released the stress in me and knowing more will come when I get back here, do you get it?" he was so good at explaining.

I nodded slowly not wanting to knock my head onto him. I suddenly got the urge to see his whole face, something that none of the people at Hogwarts saw. I took a goblet of plain water, and dripped some into my hand. With the water in my hand, I ran through his hair a few times, he did not mind because he was with me, until I can see all of his face from the scar to the chin. It was beautiful and innocent, how could someone evil and nasty would want to hurt a boy who suffered a lot.

"You looked pretty," I complimented him, not the right word for a guy but I was the right one. He smiled and opened his mouth to say a soft thanks, I smiled softly. "You changed a lot this year even if you're still the same scrawny boy I know," I complimented more.

"Like what?" he raised one of his eyebrow and smirked. He thought it was funny.

"Well for starters, the hair, you cut it short -- the last time is saw you, your hair was reaching your neck and could make a short ponytail," I said with utmost honesty.

"For you," he said simply, he started to move his face closer to me.

"Your eyes, they are more glimmering than before," I said.

"For you," he said, our faces moved closer.

"You're more caring to others and more thoughtful about others, not counting which House where they're in," I remembered he saved Pansy from an accident, which made me somehow jealous. I pulled away my face form him; he was a bit stunned by my act.

But he knew what to do with me, "How about you, you changed."

"I... I...I...," I stammered, embarrassment of being noticed when people tell you that you have changed. He chuckled looking at me. I was blushing, giving him a sheepish smile. The truth was that I only straighten my hair but still the Granger bushy factor was still giving me some curly on my hair but it still was nice. Then I pop up an unusual question.

"I was wondering," I said.

"About what," he asked curiously but still keeping his melting smile.

"Why do you have no girlfriend while Ron and Draco have a lot more than nil?" I asked, it was not a stupid question but I was just being me, curious.

"That's an easy one," he said, my heart thumped faster than ever. "I wanted you," that was simple.

"Me? Why me? Why not other girls? They're prettier than me," I disputed but he simply answered in simple words.

"All of them could not compare to you," he said.

"They have nicer hair than mine," I tried to find other reasons, it was getting intriguing and I liked it.

"Yours are original and suit you best," he said, his face moved closer again, I moved my head too to get close.

"They're wanted you more than me," I said another complaint, this was getting hot.

"I wanted you more," his head was close to mine by an inch.

"They have...um... bigger assets than mine," I said.

"Yours are innocent," Wow, he was damn good.

"They have bigger boobs while mine are small," I said bravely.

"Size does not matter," our lips touched but not kissing, just touched. The heat was really getting to me.

"I'm just petite," the last thing I could thought of was my body.

"It's the inside that counts," his lips met mine, we kissed softly. My brain went blank; this feels so good, our first conscious kiss. It felt so nice, sexy and meaningful. We did not moan because we were kissing slowly. It was our first and I thought it was sexy. Harry, if you could hear me my thoughts, you will be showered with praises.

After a good fifteen minutes of slow kissing, we pulled away for breath. Some saliva attached to our mouths, he wiped the saliva off my mouth. We panted for breath; never had I felt something so good than learning. There was another thing unsettled.

"I solemnly swear to never hurt you or pressure you or slap you etc. And I will support you in whatever decision and I will hundred percent stand by you. And I will help you with any kind of obstacles, I promised, I swear, because I'm with you, Harry Potter," there I said everything in mine brain that was stuck since two days ago.

"You don't have to go that far," he said.

"I must," I said with asperity. "After I slapped you hard and send you to an absolute lonely place, I was feeling guilty and you were the victim of a fate and destiny," I said it with utmost concern.

He grinned because he was delighted to hear my concerns for him. How lucky I am to have him. "Do you want to know one of my reasons that I liked you so much?" he asked sheepishly while keeping that grin. I nodded happily.

The next thing you know he unbuttoned the first button on my shirt that showed my collarbones and neck. I halted him by holding his hand. "It's alright we're not having any sexual intercourse," trusting his words, I let go and his head moved to the part between my neck and my chest. Whatever he was doing I hoped he... OH MY! WOW! This felt so good, where did he learn this? Do it again, don't stop Harry, you're good at this.

I felt aroused and could not help it anymore. I pulled his head and kissed him on the lips, I pressed it really hard, I could bruise his lips but he did not care and I did not care. We lied there on the couch, kissing and caressing till six and we went to prepare ourselves for classes.

Finally, I have been able to release him from his own prison. Never again me gruelling satisfaction harmed him again. You're the kindest person a girl could have. If I hurt you again, you could have your revenge on me.

FIN................................