Hermione was late to dinner the next night. She came down the stairs and walked into the dining room. With Bill and Charlie deciding not to come home for the summer, there were just enough chairs, so Hermione knew that there'd be one left for her. She looked around and sure enough, there was her spare chair, right between Ginny and – Harry! Keeping her head down, she slid into her seat and piled up her plate.
"Are you feeling better dear?" Mrs. Weasley asked from her seat at the head of the table, "you have a bit more colour in your cheeks than you did this morning."
"Yes, I'm fine thank you." Hermione replied. Luckily, she didn't have to answer more questions; Mrs. Weasley had started on Harry.
"Now Harry, dear, are you quite sure you're well, you aren't eating very much."
"I'm fine thanks." He mumbled.
Hermione turned to look at him and caught his eye. Harry turned away quickly and both were growing a pretty shade of pink. It didn't matter anymore, Hermione realised that Harry had done exactly the same thing that she had. Did Harry like her? She turned and nudged Ginny, but Ginny was a quick girl and had already got her mother's attention with a conversation on dress robes before she could see the new colours that both Harry and Hermione were sporting.
With dinner over, Harry decided to go back to Ron's room and read his new Quidditch book. He was slowly feeling himself getting more and more sociable as the days spent at the Burrow wore on. In fact, today he'd even asked Ron a question, rather than just muttering a reply. He quickened the pace, it was such a long hallway, with all the bedrooms the Burrow needed. He passed the twins' room, where some sort of yellow smoke seemed to be oozing from the bottom of the door, and went to turn into Ron's room – straight into Hermione who was turning the opposite way from the bathroom right next to Ron's room!
"I'm sorry." Hermione spoke quickly, "I didn't see you.
"That's OK."
Their eyes locked, and Harry once again felt that electricity he had that night at tea. Hermione seemed to feel it too. She pulled her gaze away.
"Right then, bye." She walked briskly along the hallway to Ginny's room.
Harry was left gazing after her.