Chapter 3: The Morning After
Hermione was drifting in the place between being awake and asleep, her eyes weren't opened but she could feel something under her hand. She brushed it lightly.
'Funny' she thought in her awaking sleeping state 'doesn't feel like my flannel sheets' She sighed then drifted back to sleep.
The next time she was awake it was because someone was softly calling her name and brushing a curl off her cheek. Groggily she opened her eyes, then recoiled from being started. A pair of green eyes was staring at her just inches away. "Oh! Harry don't ever do that again, you scared me witless!" Hermione gasped out. She sat up then looked down at what she'd been lying on at her surroundings. It looked like the usual Hogwarts dorm room and bed however there were enough differences to bring to Hermione's attention that she wasn't in her own room. "wha." Hermione began before Harry cut her off.
"you fell asleep, I couldn't wake you up, so I levitated you back to the Tower, I would have put you in your own room but I don't think my efforts would have been as appreciated if you'd been flung down those stairs while in my arms, so I brought you here" Harry said with an air of satisfaction of a job well done.
Hermione gaped for a second then another thought crossed her mind "If I slept here then did you sleep."
Again she was interrupted by a slightly pink Harry at what her sentence was getting at, "oh no, I couldn't do that I pulled the curtains round, placed silencing charms, then slept downstairs on a couch"
Hermione got up off the bed and walked over to Harry, "oh Harry you didn't have to do all that, but thank you". Hermione hugged Harry before leaving the dorm with a reminder for him to meet her for breakfast.
'Phew boy' Harry thought as a flopped down on the edge of his bed running his hand through his hair. He was trying to sort out a bunch of conflicting feelings and emotions. He'd helped Hermione because she was his best friend, but the urge to care for her well wasn't that a little more then friends?
'Of course not! You'd do the same for anyone!'
'Seriously? Offer your own bed?' was the conflicting thought back
'Yea I would'
"This is stupid" Harry muttered out loud, "the only reason I think it's different is because I don't do that on a daily basis"
With that said he glanced down at his watch, realizing it was past, he bolted out the door, destination the Great Hall.
Hermione was drifting in the place between being awake and asleep, her eyes weren't opened but she could feel something under her hand. She brushed it lightly.
'Funny' she thought in her awaking sleeping state 'doesn't feel like my flannel sheets' She sighed then drifted back to sleep.
The next time she was awake it was because someone was softly calling her name and brushing a curl off her cheek. Groggily she opened her eyes, then recoiled from being started. A pair of green eyes was staring at her just inches away. "Oh! Harry don't ever do that again, you scared me witless!" Hermione gasped out. She sat up then looked down at what she'd been lying on at her surroundings. It looked like the usual Hogwarts dorm room and bed however there were enough differences to bring to Hermione's attention that she wasn't in her own room. "wha." Hermione began before Harry cut her off.
"you fell asleep, I couldn't wake you up, so I levitated you back to the Tower, I would have put you in your own room but I don't think my efforts would have been as appreciated if you'd been flung down those stairs while in my arms, so I brought you here" Harry said with an air of satisfaction of a job well done.
Hermione gaped for a second then another thought crossed her mind "If I slept here then did you sleep."
Again she was interrupted by a slightly pink Harry at what her sentence was getting at, "oh no, I couldn't do that I pulled the curtains round, placed silencing charms, then slept downstairs on a couch"
Hermione got up off the bed and walked over to Harry, "oh Harry you didn't have to do all that, but thank you". Hermione hugged Harry before leaving the dorm with a reminder for him to meet her for breakfast.
'Phew boy' Harry thought as a flopped down on the edge of his bed running his hand through his hair. He was trying to sort out a bunch of conflicting feelings and emotions. He'd helped Hermione because she was his best friend, but the urge to care for her well wasn't that a little more then friends?
'Of course not! You'd do the same for anyone!'
'Seriously? Offer your own bed?' was the conflicting thought back
'Yea I would'
"This is stupid" Harry muttered out loud, "the only reason I think it's different is because I don't do that on a daily basis"
With that said he glanced down at his watch, realizing it was past, he bolted out the door, destination the Great Hall.