Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, or
anything else you recognize. I own only the plot. I am not getting rich off
this, so please don't sue me. I give J. K. Rowling all rights to use my
work (I live in hope).
"Hermione? Hermione, you have to wake up! Class is going to start soon! Come on now, get up!"
Harry Potter knew he was doing the right thing by waking Hermione for class, but he hated doing it anyway. She looked like such an angel while she slept, to him at least. He sighed as he began to shake her again. How could he wake her when she looked so sweet whilst she slept? Not worrying about her classes or about Ron and him made her seem all the more beautiful to him. Harry loved when she fell asleep in the Common Room at night, because it meant he got to touch her and wake her up. Not that he ever got to take advantage of her, as he would never do that! They were best friends, and nothing more.
However, Harry didn't want to be just friends any longer. He wanted the bookworm know-it-all Hermione Granger as his girlfriend. It had taken him months to admit it to himself, but he finally did. He had a crush on his best friend. To be exact, his best girl friend. There wasn't much he could do about this however, because Hermione was dating Ron Weasley, their other best friend.
Harry never was mad at Ron for dating Hermione; he just wished Ron had told him, instead of letting him find out from Ginny, Ron's sister. It had been their biggest row ever, when Harry confronted Hermione and Ron about their relationship. It had been particularly hard for Harry, as he had just admitted to himself his changing feelings for Hermione.
"Ugh.... Five more minutes, mom. Just five minutes," Hermione moaned as she woke up.
"'Mione, I'd love to let you sleep, but class starts in ten minutes, and I doubt Professor McGonagall will be pleased if we're late." Harry paused before adding, "and, if you call me 'mom' one more time, I will be forced to charm a bucket of ice-cold water to pour on your head every time you lay down."
At these words, Hermione jumped up and ran to the girls' dormitories.
'I knew that would wake her up,' Harry thought smugly to himself. Five seconds later, Hermione came running down the stairs, robe flying around her.
"Harry, let's go! We're going to be late! Oh, and I promised I'd meet Ron for breakfast. He's going to kill me for making him get up early, and not showing up."
Harry sighed as he followed Hermione out of the Portrait Hole. He would have been happy to follow her anywhere she wanted, but adding that part about Ron had made his whole day start off bad. Harry had tried dropping hints that he thought they should break up, but the two of them never seemed to listen, or care. It wasn't that he thought they were a bad couple, not at all! He just thought they made better friends, and that they had far too many rows for any healthy relationship.
By this time, they had reached the classroom. They skidded inside and made it to their seats precisely before class was scheduled to begin. Professor McGonagall entered seconds later, with her customary stern, tight- lipped look.
"Good morning, class. Today we will be learning about transforming raccoons into goblets. Please get out your wands," Professor McGonagall said, as way of greeting.
The rest of the class hour rolled by fairly smoothly, unless you counted Harry accidentally missing his raccoon and making his quill do a dance while he stared at Hermione.
Harry spent the rest of the day in a blur, thinking only of Hermione, and what he would be doing if she weren't dating his best friend. He was mentally exhausted by the end of the day, having gone through Potions and Care of Magical Creatures, which both included trying not to punch Malfoy's lights out when he made fun of Hermione.
He dropped into bed, and woke the next morning, having no recollection of being woken the night before when Ron had stormed into the room.
"Hermione? Hermione, you have to wake up! Class is going to start soon! Come on now, get up!"
Harry Potter knew he was doing the right thing by waking Hermione for class, but he hated doing it anyway. She looked like such an angel while she slept, to him at least. He sighed as he began to shake her again. How could he wake her when she looked so sweet whilst she slept? Not worrying about her classes or about Ron and him made her seem all the more beautiful to him. Harry loved when she fell asleep in the Common Room at night, because it meant he got to touch her and wake her up. Not that he ever got to take advantage of her, as he would never do that! They were best friends, and nothing more.
However, Harry didn't want to be just friends any longer. He wanted the bookworm know-it-all Hermione Granger as his girlfriend. It had taken him months to admit it to himself, but he finally did. He had a crush on his best friend. To be exact, his best girl friend. There wasn't much he could do about this however, because Hermione was dating Ron Weasley, their other best friend.
Harry never was mad at Ron for dating Hermione; he just wished Ron had told him, instead of letting him find out from Ginny, Ron's sister. It had been their biggest row ever, when Harry confronted Hermione and Ron about their relationship. It had been particularly hard for Harry, as he had just admitted to himself his changing feelings for Hermione.
"Ugh.... Five more minutes, mom. Just five minutes," Hermione moaned as she woke up.
"'Mione, I'd love to let you sleep, but class starts in ten minutes, and I doubt Professor McGonagall will be pleased if we're late." Harry paused before adding, "and, if you call me 'mom' one more time, I will be forced to charm a bucket of ice-cold water to pour on your head every time you lay down."
At these words, Hermione jumped up and ran to the girls' dormitories.
'I knew that would wake her up,' Harry thought smugly to himself. Five seconds later, Hermione came running down the stairs, robe flying around her.
"Harry, let's go! We're going to be late! Oh, and I promised I'd meet Ron for breakfast. He's going to kill me for making him get up early, and not showing up."
Harry sighed as he followed Hermione out of the Portrait Hole. He would have been happy to follow her anywhere she wanted, but adding that part about Ron had made his whole day start off bad. Harry had tried dropping hints that he thought they should break up, but the two of them never seemed to listen, or care. It wasn't that he thought they were a bad couple, not at all! He just thought they made better friends, and that they had far too many rows for any healthy relationship.
By this time, they had reached the classroom. They skidded inside and made it to their seats precisely before class was scheduled to begin. Professor McGonagall entered seconds later, with her customary stern, tight- lipped look.
"Good morning, class. Today we will be learning about transforming raccoons into goblets. Please get out your wands," Professor McGonagall said, as way of greeting.
The rest of the class hour rolled by fairly smoothly, unless you counted Harry accidentally missing his raccoon and making his quill do a dance while he stared at Hermione.
Harry spent the rest of the day in a blur, thinking only of Hermione, and what he would be doing if she weren't dating his best friend. He was mentally exhausted by the end of the day, having gone through Potions and Care of Magical Creatures, which both included trying not to punch Malfoy's lights out when he made fun of Hermione.
He dropped into bed, and woke the next morning, having no recollection of being woken the night before when Ron had stormed into the room.