A/N: Sorry for the wait. Finals, and class changes took up some time. But here's chapter 4. enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and co. If I did I'd be far wealthier then I am.
Chapter 4
Hermione spent the next few weeks locked away in the library at every available moment. But for some reason, she always found herself snuggled up on a couch with Harry. Which then, more often then not, resulted in an awkward situation in which one of them made an excuse and ran off to bed. And if there was anything that Hermione could count on it was the next hour that she spent lying in bed wondering what the hell just happened, and analyzing every word or action from the day.
This is getting ridiculous. Why can't I just stay away from these situations? He's my best friend. I can't risk doing anything to ruin that. Besides he can't possibly be interested in me. He's just a flirt. This is just how we are. Right? Do I like him? No, I cant. But then why can't I stop this?
The next morning they sat at breakfast, as usual, Ron and Harry talked about quidditch and Hermione enjoyed her peaceful breakfast. It seemed as though the events of the night before never occurred…or at least all was forgotten.
"Ugh, double potions with Slytherin today," groaned Harry.
"It won't be that bad, Snape's been in a surprisingly good mood lately," Ron mused.
"Yea- wonder why"
"Oh and Malfoy spends less time harassing us," Hermione had no idea what conversation this one remark would spark.
"That's because he spends half of the class admiring you, or at least certain parts of you."
Snort. "Stupid git probably fancies you, well maybe not you more like your chest."
"Harry James Potter!" Hermione's eyes widened, "Malfoy fancies nothing about me, and can we please refrain from discussion of my chest. PLEASE?!?!"
"Sorry, but he's shagged every other decent looking girl in our year. It was only a matter of time before he noticed you on a physical level, even he has eyes."
"That's enough Harry."
"Sorry"
And with that Hermione shuffled off to the library. Leaving behind a very confused Harry and a slightly amused Ron.
"Jealous mate?"
"Wh-what? Jealous? Of what?"
"Sure Harry. We all see it. In your eyes, you're happier when she's around."
"Ron, she's my best friend. I can't risk losing her."
"You ever think it would be worth the risk, or maybe that it isn't a risk at all?" And with that Ron left, headed to meet Lavender before potions.
Harry just sat there thinking. Maybe it is worth it. What am I thinking? She doesn't think of me that way. Do I want her to? Maybe.
Hermione and Lavender sat together at the front of the room. Given the circumstances Hermione decided to give a real friendship a try. Ron and Harry sat as far back as possible. Harry spent the period watching Malfoy. He'd steal glances at Hermione. You could see warmth in his cold eyes when he looked at her. Yes, Malfoy did fancy Hermione and yes, Harry was Jealous.
A/N: ooo a twist. Yea doesn't make sense but I promise it'll all fit and work eventually. Review! thanks
