Seen and Unforeseen

Deep inside Harry's heart he has always loved Hermione and he was sure she felt the same way but when she starts receiving letters from a secret admirer he quickly realizes that he might be too late and that her heart may yearn for someone else

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I don't own any of the Harry Potter characters. J.K. Rowling does.

A/N: This story is told by two points of views. Harry and Hermione's.

Harry stood frozen too shocked to move or say anything. Harry pinched himself just to make sure he wasn't dreaming. He flinched and realized this was real. How stupid can you get, Potter? Harry thought to himself while shaking his head. He began to grow tired and walked up to his dormitory. He crept into bed and pulled the curtains around his bed. Things couldn't get any better than this, Harry thought to himself. He smiled as his eyelids grew heavier and heavier. Soon enough he had drifted into a deep sleep.

Harry woke up and looked around. The dormitory was completely empty. Strange, Harry thought to himself. It's Saturday and usually everyone sleeps in. Harry stood up and went to pick up his glasses. There was a piece of parchment next to them. He opened it and read aloud "Dear Harry, I need to tell you something very important. Please come downstairs as soon as you wake up. Love, Hermione." Harry's heart skipped a beat and he began to run down the stairs. Hermione was waiting for him by the fire. He took a seat next to her.

"Good morning Hermione. You have something to tell me?"

"Yes," she put her hand over his, which sent shivers running through his body. "I've been thinking about what happened last night in the common room, and I've come to realize that. I. Love. You. I've always had."

"You have?" Harry said surprised but with a grin on his face. "I love you too, Hermione. Her face lit up. She forward leaned forward, their faces were so close he could feel her hot breath, and...

"HARRY! WE HAVE QUIDDITCH PRACTICE IN 5 MINUTES" Ron yelled.

Harry sprung out of bed startled by the noise. But when he realized it was only a dream disappointment overcame him.

"Why the long face, mate?"

"Oh, it's nothing."

"Alright, then meet you on the Quidditch field"

Harry rushed to the bathroom, got his uniform on, brushed his teeth, grabbed his broom and didn't even bother with his hair. He raced down the steps and out of the common room. He bolted down the halls and by the time he reached the field he was out of breath.

After Quidditch practice Ron and Harry headed back to the common room to find Hermione sitting alone reading a book. She looked up and smiled.

"Hello Harry. Hello Ron"

"Hi." They said at the same time.

"Well, I'm filthy so I'm going to go take a shower." Said Ron and he headed up the stairs.
[Hermione's POV]

Oh no. Did I really kiss Harry last night? What was I thinking? How could I be so incredibly stupid? But Harry, he looked so cute. Cute doesn't give him justice, he looked gorgeous. But I don't want to ruin our friendship. There's no way he could like me. Sure about that Granger? I don't know. Why does this have to be so confusing? I hope he doesn't mention last night. That would be embarrassing. She shook the voices out of her head and focused her attention on the book. She couldn't help but notice that Harry was staring at her. She looked up and he looked away. She smiled to herself. Harry Potter is quite the character. She was beginning to grow tired so she decided to go to bed.

"I'm awfully tired so I'll see you in the morning" She tried to walk away fast before he could bring up the events that occurred last night.

"Hermione...." Oh no, he's going to bring it up. She managed to turn herself around.

"Yes, Harry?"

"Good-night" Feeling relieved she walked upstairs and caught one more glance of Harry, she looked at him smiling. He must have noticed because he smiled back.
A/N: I just realized that one part of my summary doesn't fit so I changed it. Not a big change though. Sorry. R&R if you wish.