A/N: Since so many people wanted a 2nd chapter for Invisible, here it is!

Disclaimer: I own nothing, absolutely nothing! ((Wails in despair))


Worst Fears…

"What are you looking at, Hermione?"

Oh no! Harry had caught Hermione staring at him, as she so often did nowadays. She couldn't understand it. Once, she was thinking about homework for Snape and her eyes suddenly got averted to Harry.

Hermione noticed a lot of things about him now, the way his black hair never seemed to lay flat, the way his robes just seemed to fit so well. Or the way she could get lost in his shining green eyes for hours on end. Or the way whenever he looked at her those eyes seemed to glow from within. As he was doing now…

Hermione turned away, blushing yet again at being lost in those green eyes; and being caught.

There was a sound of amusement and tenderness in Harry's voice as he spoke, "Well, Hermione. What are we going to do about-" He stopped suddenly, and his eyes were diverted away from Hermione and onto someone behind her.

"Cho?"

Hermione was sure that she visibly paled that was how cold she felt. This was her worst fear, to be next to Cho and have Harry seem to look through her. Like I'm invisible.

Hermione was trembling as she stood in front of Harry and Cho, who were talking away amicably. She had no idea what they were saying until she felt a hand on her shoulder.

Turning, she looked straight into the pretty face of Cho Chang, seeker for the Ravenclaw quidditch team. And the girl that Harry has a crush on. With this thought, Hermione felt the pit of her stomach begin to fall.

"Excuse me, Hermione," said Cho in a falsely sweet voice, "If you don't mind, could I talk to Harry without you standing right in front of me?"

Hermione nodded and stepped out of the way. The only thing keeping her tears from falling was the fact that she was biting her lip. With a look that was filled with hurt, Hermione turned away and started to walk off in the direction of the Gryffindor house tower.

Without realising it, she started running not far off from where harry and Cho were standing, suddenly eager to put the voices behind her; and the tears that she had tried to hold back came, running down the front of her robes.

"Hermione! Hermione, where are you going?"

Even the sound of Harry's voice – that deep, soothing voice that had a calming quality about it – could not bring Hermione out of her headlong run.

Breathing heavily, she only just breathed out the password to the Fat Lady. When she got in, she made for her favourite place. The window at the very top of the winding staircase leading to the boy's and girl's dorm.

This was higher up then the girl's dorm, one that Hermione had found when she was trying to do her homework. Sitting down on the top most stair, Hermione completely and utterly broke down, her tears running unbidden down her robes and onto the stair.

I suppose I'm lucky because it's the start of the holidays. No one to see me or hear me. This just made Hermione's sobs get louder and more painful.

Why? Why does it hurt this much? I shouldn't even care about what Harry thinks. He's just a friend. Just a friend.

But was he?

Hermione tried to get her feelings in line. Did she have feelings for Harry? Did she want Harry to be more then just a friend?

Yes, Hermione thought bitterly. Yes I have feelings for Harry. Yes I want him to be something more. But how to make him see? And already making a fool of myself downstairs; that was bad enough. And doesn't he have a crush on Cho?

Hermione bit her lip to try and stop herself from completely collapsing. Already a stream of silent tears seemed to have permanently stuck itself on the front of her robes.

"Hermione? Hermione what's wrong?"

Oh no. To make matters worse, he was here. In the tower. Hermione stopped moving and breathing, afraid that he would find her.

"Hermione?"

Footsteps. Coming up the stairs, closer to where Hermione was hiding. Closer to her haven. Harry was drawing near, and every muscle, every nerve seemed to ache.

She wanted to cry out to him, have him take her in his arms and comfort her as he did so well. But what if something happened that did not turn out the way Hermione had expected?

All she could do was listen and wait for the ever nearing footsteps…


A/N: Yes! I couldn't resist putting in a cliffhanger!