All So Sudden

LycanAngel

Really who expects something like this? I mean something so personal, so intimate, done out of the blue, without warning, and with no provocation whatsoever? Maybe if we were on some similar tangent, going on and on about the subject but we weren't even talking! He was asleep for crying out loud! I mean we were sitting on the couch right in front of the fire, well he wasn't at least. Everyone was packing up excited to go home for the holidays.

But me being me, I had already packed and was enjoying a good trashy romance novel, bound up in little worn leather cover so everyone would think I was studying. When you're me you never get bothered when you're studying. Unless you're Ron or Harry. I could be lying on my death bed and those two would bother me with some schoolwork. So, as to never be bothered with trivialities or asinine conversation, I do this. One can't ALWAYS read schoolbooks. Even I can have too much of that.

But really! To have my last day before the holidays ended like that! I really don't know what to think. But I'm pretty sure I wish I was still in the Common Room than on this damn train.

I had a smug smile on my face for a reason. The common room was full of other Gryffindors scrambling about to get packed or run to Hogsmeade to pick up a last minute gift. And here I was, set to go, relaxed and calm. I had packed the night before, though it always surprises me how everyone else in my room manages to forget. But apparently, Dumbledore, in his infinite wisdom, knows that damn near everyone in school goes though the same process. So he gives them this one day of nothing before the train comes to pick everyone up and send them back to the real world. Save for a few of course.

I won't lie. I did a bit of quick shopping this morning myself. But it was this morning and not this evening. I avoided the rush and still managed to come back in time to see them stumble out of their dorms wondering what year it was. Still in the holiday glow, they looked less groggy than usual. Then again Harry looks very much his same charming self when he just wakes up as when he's been awake. The only difference being his eyes being open or half open and yawning. Ron just looked like Ron. He's got a look all his own. That being the clean bum. It suits him well and it's a look only he seems to play off without being a celebrity setting a new trend.

Lunch and Dinner were the same. And by "same" I mean, very extravagant and delicious though lacking that special something only Mother's brought to the table. Which I myself would welcome with a hot cup of cocoa. Still, sitting with my parents in the dining room would seem awfully boring without the enchanted ceiling above us and friends around us chatting up a storm.

I liked the atmosphere that this one day at Hogwarts brings. Me being the eye of the storm. The one calm spot while everyone is racing around, frustrated and anxious yet undeniably cheerful and happy. Sometimes I like to just sit around and watch everyone. But I had done enough of that today already. The comfort of the fireplace couch was too alluring. I grabbed the novel I had purchased for myself that morning and walked over. I found Harry, looking and probably feeling quite lazy sprawled on the couch. One leg over the arm rest and eyes closed in the warmth of the fire. Though with all the noise I knew he was awake.

I slapped his shoulder lightly with my book and his dark green eyes shot open, taking in his surroundings and who it was that had stirred him. He mumbled something and made space for me, though not very much. But it was enough to be comfortable and enough for me to enjoy my overly clichéd romance charmed to look like a text book. It was hard to concentrate with Harry lying next to me sleeping (apparently I was wrong…so what?), in addition to all the commotion. The couch was very comfortable and I liked to stretch out, but I always hated disturbing anyone on it. It wasn't just me either. It was the unwritten rule of the couch.

"Thou shalt not disturb those on the fireplace couch unless it's really freaking important."

But I managed like I always do. First years ran around. Harry stirred a bit and I read. Then suddenly Harry sat up. He scarred me half to death. Going from lazy and sleeping to sitting upright, again wondering what day it was of what century. He looked around him looking very confused and I couldn't help but laugh. I didn't get more than one sentence into my book again when I felt the book torn from my hands and his lips softly crushing mine in a furious and desperate kiss. My eyes were wide in surprise. The chaos around me was nothing. I think I was reading a book. I was very confused. Though I didn't have much time to be confused as this was a very pleasant sensation and I closed my eyes and succumbed to it before it went away completely. The kiss became less desperate and more sensual, only to have him jerk away, my lips trying to follow for more. My eyes shot open again to see him look at me again with confused eyes, to the fire, and then back to mine. And presently he laid down and went back to sleep.

What the fuck?

I know I don't swear but so few words could accurately describe the situation. Yeah I thought Harry was cute and we play flirt sometimes. I'm pretty sure he's noticed I'm a girl. But I'm pretty sure I would have heard something by now. I mean damn, I knew he had a cold the night before he even sniffed. When it comes to Harry or even Ron, I know whatever the story is forwards and back. And then he just kisses me out of nowhere! And I'm pretty sure he was still asleep when he did it. Like he was still dreaming it all. Sleepwalking…or kissing…whatever. I don't know I'm probably thinking too much on it. Maybe it was a dream for him or it wasn't. If roles were reversed I'm pretty sure Harry would be having a grand old time…

Oh come now it's not like guys are the only ones to have rated R dreams. Sometimes it'll be a dream where we don't even kiss but I wake up feeling hotter than if we really did…

But still. Something like that from your best friend is bound to make you think about stuff. Stuff I've never really though about before…

A/N: I know I haven't been updating KOC, sorry. Mad writer's block I'm really trying to get over. Final Fantasy 11 (though I haven't been on much lately) , yo-yo's, training, paintball, and coming home on leave were a bit of major distracter lately. Sorry, but I swear I'm working on it. Oh and plus my hard drive took a dump so I had to do everything from scratch.

This is just a little piece I came up with trying to write. There's only two parts, Hermione's POV and Harry's. I really have no intention of writing more but who knows I got a year in Afghanistan coming up. It's my first time writing a "funfic". I especially like little ficlets that tell about small moments in their lives. Again sorry for not updating on KOC. Email or AIM me or whatever. Especially if you're female, young, nubile, and hot. :P