Ok, this is the first fic I ever wrote and I wrote it AGES ago so its not really my best work. (But you can still r/r! hint hint!!)

For those of you who are waiting for the next instalment of Apart and Together I do solemnly promise that it will be updated soon so never fear!!

But for now, I hope you enjoy this one...

Disclaimer – I don't own anything except for the storyline. It all belongs to J.K.R and Warner Bros. (damnit!!)

Hermione sat in the lonely common room, staring out of the misty window at the rain which was pouring down outside. She didn't know what to do; she was lovesick. Love sick for...

"Harry!"

"What are you doing down here?" asked Harry, who had just come down the stairs from the boys dormitories.

"I was just...um...I couldn't sleep...I'm not tired." Hermione replied, followed by a long, would be discreet yawn. "What are you doing down here anyway?"

"I left a book down here and Ron left his cloak. I just came to get them." Harry replied as he retrieved the book and the cloak from the chair in which they had been left.

"Harry, I..." Hermione began.

"Yeah?" said Harry, sitting down beside the girl who, in his opinion, was the best and most beautiful girl in the whole school.

"Well, I wanted to tell you..." she hesitated.

"Harry, how long does it take to find a book and a cloak?" Ron, dressed in his stripy pyjamas had wandered down the stairs to see where his friend had got to.

"Sorry, I was just..." Harry started.

"Oh, hi Hermione, is this a private meeting or can anyone join in?" said Ron.

Harry wasn't sure whether this was meant sarcastically or not. Hermione obviously thought it was meant sarcastically and seemed to be quite angry about it.

"Oh why do you have to make a joke out of everything Ron? Just grow up will you, and let us know when you do." She half said and half yelled, and with that, she threw herself out of her seat and stormed up to the girls' dormitories.

"Well someone got up on the wrong side of bed this morning!" Ron yelled after her.

"Ron, shut up, your going to wake the whole school up; and leave her alone, she's right, you do always make a joke out of everything." Said Harry offhandedly.

"Oh, thanks for being on my side mate!" Ron replied, even more sarcastically than before, little did he or Harry know that Hermione was standing just at the top of the stairs listening to them and every word they were saying.

"See, your doing it again! Do you actually realise your doing it, or does your brain go blank when you say something, but forgetting to engage itself before it does?" asked Harry, starting to sound sarcastic himself.

"What's wrong with you? Why are you sticking up for Hermione? You don't fancy her do you?" Ron said jokily.

There was a long pause, in which Harry said nothing but had a 'Yeah, I do' look on his face, Hermione gasped as quietly as she could and Ron's eyebrows raised so high that they were in danger of disappearing into his hairline or even shooting off of his face all together. The silence was broken by with "Oh my god, Harry!" which was said by Ron. Harry, who was by now a very deep shade of red, quickly handed Ron the book and the cloak that he was still holding and walked as quickly as he could in a would be casual fashion up the stairs. As he walked, he thought about everything that had just happened. He heard Ron slump into a chair in the now totally empty common room and heard him muttering, he caught words like 'Harry' and 'Harry and Hermione' as he walked further up the stairs. Just as Harry had gotten to wonder about where Ron's eyebrows might be now, he reached the top of the stairs and the first ting he saw was Hermione, who was still in a state of slight shock.

"Erm...How long have you been standing there?" Harry asked hesitantly.

"Since I left the common room. By the way, thank you." She replied.

"What for? I didn't think you'd be thanking me for anything." Harry now thinking his revelation might have made Hermione go mad.

"For sticking up for me. You didn't have to do that, I thought you'd want to stick up for Ron." Hermione replied, looking away.

"Why wouldn't I stick up for you? Your one of my best friends and I don't agree with Ron all the time you know." Harry replied. He didn't know what to think, he didn't know how Hermione felt, and he thought she might hate him because he'd just ruined their friendship. Little did he know that Hermione was secretly smiling inside.

"You didn't say anything." Said Hermione, changing the subject and looking up at him. "You just left the room; why?"

"I don't know, I guess I didn't say anything because I thought the answer was obvious." Harry replied, flirting slightly with the girl in front of him.

"Why didn't you tell me to my face?" she asked.

"I didn't want you to find out like this." Harry replied regretfully.

"What, find out that you fancy me?" Hermione inquired.

"No, Hermione, because I don't fancy you." He said simply.

"What?! But you said..." she staggered, slightly hurt.

"I don't fancy you; I love you." Harry replied.

He had the same glint in his eye that James Potter had when he first met Lily; he had the same tingly feeling inside of him that he had when he first met the girl of his dreams. He turned around and walked to his dormitory, too shocked at himself to do anything else, and Hermione, whose dreams had finally come true, headed along the corridor to her own dormitory with a smile plastered all over her face bigger than the one that Crookshanks had on his face when he caught a bird.

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Cheers, Harry's Lost Twin.