Hermione took a few steps outside the library and stopped. She faced the library's door and let out a sigh.

'Harry didn't mean it.' She thought to herself. 'He's just nervous.' Once she mustered enough courage, Hermione marched back through the library door. She immediately noticed Cho Chang sitting with Harry. He was about to drink something.

"Harry!" Hermione called out. Harry stopped just as the glass touched his lips.

"Hermione?" Harry asked. She sounded as if she was calling from the other side of the room! If she was there, then… who was sitting across from him?

"Damn!" Cho Chang said under her breath. She stood up quickly and prepared to run out when Hermione caught her arm. It was just then that Professor Snape walked in.

"Miss Granger!" He called out. "Is there a problem?" He crossed one arm over another and awaited her response. Hermione gave Cho Chang a harsh glare.

"I sure hope not!" Cho Chang took a step back, nervous by the sternness of the Gryffendor's tone. She proceeded to the door.

"Professor." She nodded her head to Professor Snape, and left the room. Snape kept his gaze fixed on Hermione. She nodded and turned back to Harry.

Twenty minutes later, Harry and Hermione were sitting in Harry's "room."

"I'm sorry I yelled at you." Harry said, finally.

"It's alright." Hermione said, looking down at the floor.

"No, it's not! You've done so much these past two weeks. And I repay you by talking to you like that…"

"You're nervous. I don't blame you. I'm nervous too."

"It's amazing how much people take for granted. Seeing…. colors, seeing friends." He paused for a moment. He reached his hand up and ran his fingers through her hair.

"I wish I could see you." He breathed; she could barely hear him. "What do you look like right now? What are you wearing?" The question was completely innocent and Hermione knew it. Still, she couldn't resist the opportunity. She shifted herself so she was sitting behind on his bed. She leaned close to his ear and whispered her answer.

"Nothing." Harry let out a grunt, reached his hand back and wrapped his arm around her waist.

"Not… Nice, Hermione!" He spun around and began tickling her stomach. "That was just mean!" He said, they fell over and soon, Harry on top of her, still tickling her stomach. Hermione let out a large shriek.

"I'm sorry!" She said, still laughing. "Stop it! Stop--" Suddenly the curtain whipped open.

"Hermione are you alright?" Harry and Hermione looked up to see Ron with a worried look on his face. Behind him were Dean, Neville, and Ginny. They all smirked when they saw Harry and Hermione's positioning.

"We heard Hermione screaming." Ginny said. "We thought she was hurt."

"Boy, were we wrong!" Dean cut in.

"This is not what it looks like!" Hermione blushed. She pushed Harry up and they both sat on the edge of the bed.

"She was teasing me." Harry explained. "And then I was tickling her… And then you walked in."

"Didn't look like tickling to me!" Neville chuckled. Ginny quickly elbowed him.

"Ow!"

"Grow up!" She spun around and walked towards the girl's dormitories.

"Hermione?" Ron asked, nervously. "When you uh- have a minute… I could use help on that Potions Essay."

"I'll be out in a minute." She replied. With that, the boys closed the curtain and went about their business. Once they were sure everyone had gone, Harry leaned his forehead against the side of Hermione's head and they both let out bursts of laughter.

"I'm sorry, I--" Harry tried get out, still laughing.

"No! No!" Hermione replied, still laughing, herself. "It's fine!" She got up and walked to the curtain. "It's fine!"