Hermione felt someone tap her lightly on the shoulder. She put down the book she had been reading to turn and face the person. "Oh! Hey Harry, what's up?" She asked looking up into those green eyes she knew so well.
"Uh...Hermione...I...uh...I have to...um...tell you something..." Harry trailed off into silence while slowly lowering himself into the armchair right next to Hermione's. The Gryffindor common room was deserted except for them.
"Yeah, sure. What is it?" Hermione asked softly, lowering her voice so if anyone was awake in the dormitories, they wouldn't hear her.
"Well...um..." Harry suddenly lost his nerve. "Uh...never mind." He muttered standing up quickly.
"Ok...well...g'night Harry." Hermione said, almost asked; but Harry didn't hear her. He was already halfway up the stairs to the boy's dormitories. I wonder what he wanted...
xxxxxxxxxx Boy's Dormitories xxxxxxxxxx
Harry crept into his dormitory slowly, trying not to awaken any of his roommates...most especially Ron. He had almost made it to his bed, when he tripped over his own trunk. All four of the other boys shot up in bed and the lights flashed on immediately. "Oi, Harry, what're you doing up this late?" Ron grumbled sleepily.
"Uh...I had to go to the toilet...that's all." Harry lied quickly. Ron nodded and keeled over, back to sleep in an instant. All the other boys pulled the covers back up, all except Neville that is.
"You weren't in the bathroom." Neville said as soon as he was sure the other boys were sleeping.
"Yes I was." Harry said emotionlessly, not turning to face Neville.
"No you weren't. You would've taken the invisibility cloak, so you wouldn't get caught." He said eyeing Harry suspiciously. Harry spun around urgently to face Neville.
"How do you know about the invisibility cloak?" Harry asked flabbergasted.
"I caught you putting it away one time last year, remember?"
"Oh. Yeah."
"You were talking to someone, I could hear voices."
"I was talking to Hermione, if you must know."
"Why didn't you tell the others that?"
"Neville, it's complicated." Neville crossed his arms across his chest. It was obvious he was not about to give up. "Look," Harry said crossing the room to sit next to Neville so he wouldn't have to talk as loud. "Well...Ron might have a problem with me talking to Hermione alone. You see, Ron confided in me that he might like Hermione as, well, more than a friend, and he asked me if I could help hook him up. Well, I also like Hermione, so, that's where the problem comes in. He found out and went ballistic. He and I made a pact that we wouldn't tell Hermione that we liked her, and we wouldn't talk to her alone, which is what I was just doing."
"Oh." Was all that Neville could manage.
A/N: Ok...that's really bad I know, but it's really just a prologue. I need a visit from the plot monkeys before I can write more...so...yeah. I may start telling it from 1st person Hermione, so, if it changes in the next chapter...DO NOT BE ALARMED.