Unexpected

by Fuyumi

Having successfully set up her other best friend, Hermione turns her attention to finding a match for Harry.

2. Chapter Two

Unexpected
Disclaimer: I don't own HP or any of these characters. That belongs to JKR, Scholastic Books, Warner Brothers, etc.

Chapter Two

Hermione had never considered herself for the role of Harry's girlfriend, despite the fact that she had considered just about every other girl in the school for the part. Truth be told, she hadn't thought of being in a serious relationship with anyone while at still school. She was simply too busy. It was hard enough that one year when Krum wouldn't leave her alone. She had liked the Bulgarian wizard, but the end of the year had reminded her that she had better things to do with her time, mainly maintaining her high marks while helping Harry stay alive.

Besides, she wasn't pretty enough or sweet enough for him. Hermione had seen the witches that had attracted Harry's attention, and they were all far more beautiful than her. She didn't hold that against him. She could understand why he'd be attracted to those other witches. You'd have to be blind not to. Of course, there was a tiny part of her that railed against the unfairness of boys not fancying her or other girls who weren't lookers, but there wasn't much she could do about that. And she told herself that she didn't mind because that meant she had more time to devote to her studies and making sure that Harry had the help he needed.

That was another thing. She worried about him enough as it was. She couldn't imagine how much she'd worry about him if they were involved with each other. She'd be a complete nervous wreck at all his Quidditch matches . . . well, actually she already was. Hermione knew she'd be worse though. That was more proof that she wasn't the right witch for him.

Harry abruptly pulled back away from her. "Merlin! I've just made a fool of myself," he whispered. He stood up. "So sorry about that Hermione. Let's forget all about this, okay?"

"Why?" she asked, wondering how he expected her to do that. He had kissed her. A girl would have trouble forgetting that.

"Because . . . because . . . because I want us to still be friends, okay?" His eyes were dark with emotion, and Hermione flinched, sorry that she had caused him any pain. She shouldn't have sat there after the kiss, without saying a word. She knew his past history with witches. She lunged for his arm as he turned to walk away.

"Harry. Stay. Please."

"Why?" he asked. "Oh no. You want to talk about this, don't you? I don't see what there's to talk about, Hermione. You couldn't make it any more clear that you're not interested. So can we forget that this ever happened?"

"Do you want to?"

"Yes, very much. It didn't go how I thought it would."

"I see. You didn't like it, did you?" She hung her head sadly. In addition to never seeing this coming, evidently Harry thought she was a bad kisser. Today was definitely not her day.

"Hermione! It's not that! It's—"

"I liked it very much," she said softly. That was the truth. She hadn't expected it to happen but when it did, she could feel herself melting into his kiss. She looked up at him. "Just so you know, you're a very good kisser." Her words seemed to galvanize him into action as he lifted her up out of her seat and pressed his lips against hers. She wrapped her legs around his waist and kissed him back. She opened her mouth under his, their tongues clashing, her hands ruffling his hair, his hands roaming down her back to settle on her arse to hold her more tightly to him.

When they parted, he gently lowered her to the table. They both were breathing heavily, and Hermione could feel her heart racing. He stood between her legs, which made her blush to think how this would look to an observer. Harry was a very good kisser. But that was good. That meant she could do this.

"I think I said I'd ask your witch out for you if you couldn't," she said.

"I do recall you saying something along those lines," he replied, smiling.

"Well?"

"Well what?"

"Can't you ask her out yourself?"

Harry shook his head. "I think it'd be more fun to watch you do the honors."

"Harry!" She thumped his chest roundly. "That's not a very – fine! I'll do it. Next weekend at Hogsmeade should be good, right?"

"That would be perfect," he said.

"Good. I'll let you know her response later."

"Later? Why not now?"

She blushed. "Because I'm not going to ask her in front of you," she said.

"Fine. Go on and ruin my fun." He pouted and Hermione was hard pressed not to kiss his lower lip. "Would you go with me to Hogsmeade next weekend? As a date?"

"Hmm . . . I think I might need to consult my schedule," she started. He lowered his hands, moving as if to tickle her, and she quickly changed her tune before he could do so. "Fine, fine. Yes, I'll go."

"How about the weekend after?"

"That's not a Hogsmeade weekend," she replied. "We're lucky enough to get two in a row."

"Well, we could spend some time together outside," he said. "How about it? Can you fit me into your busy schedule?"

"Yes. I can."

"And the weekend after that?"

"Harry! What are you planning?"

"I'm making sure I'll have some time with you alone, that's all." He frowned, distracted by another thought. "Though the weekends are far apart—"

"I see you every day!"

"Yes, but I'd like to snog you every day. At least once, preferably more." Hermione blushed even redder than before. "I guess there's nothing to do but to ask this. Will you be my girlfriend?"

"Yes," she replied.

"Excellent." He kissed her again. "And damn! I'd like to spend more time with you but I've got Quidditch practice."

"Which takes precedence over a measly thing such as a girlfriend," she noted with a smile.

"Hardly. I'd skip it except our captain wouldn't like that. You wouldn't want Ron to skin me alive, would you?" He looked at her with puppy-dog eyes. It would be hard for any witch to tell him no after that.

"No, I wouldn't," she said. "So go. I'll see you later."

"You can count on that." He embraced her one last time, before walking away, stopping every so often to look at where she sat, as if he couldn't believe his luck. When he had finally left, Hermione heaved a sigh of relief.

She could do this. She could be his girlfriend. Hermione supposed that she should have known. Ron had fancied her, so why not Harry? It must be because she was the witch they knew best. Unfortunately, that didn't mean she was suited for either one of them. It was too bad that she hadn't seen this one coming before it was too late. She couldn't avoid it now as she had with Ron, not after a kiss like that. Hermione would have to be his girlfriend until he figured out that he didn't want her and that he wanted some other witch. Hermione didn't know who that witch would be. She had thought that it'd be Ginny, but Ginny had spoiled her chance by leaving Harry alone like that. Hermione crossed her fingers and hoped that whoever the lucky witch was, that she'd be understanding of her friendship with Harry. For Hermione didn't think that she could live without it.

Reasoning that Harry was now far enough away from the library, Hermione set to packing up all her books. She hadn't got as far as she would have liked in revising for her N.E.W.T.s, but she had other things to do that were more urgent. It was bad enough that she had been blindsided by Harry's crush on her. It was even worse that she had agreed to be his girlfriend because she had been left with no real alternative, due to her initial ignorance. However, she simply could not go through with it without formulating some sort of a plan.

She left the library and headed back towards her room, taking the steps up two at a time in her rush. She didn't have a second to lose. Practice wouldn't last forever, no matter how Wood-ish Ron had become since being chosen as the new captain. Hermione smiled to think that. She and Harry had joked about there being some sort of Gryffindor Quidditch ghost who possessed each and every one of the team captains. That would be the easiest explanation for each captain's similar single-mindedness when it came to scheduling all manners of practices and drills in preparation for the season.

Once in her room, she put her books away and drew out a fresh piece of parchment. It was time to start planning. Hermione wanted to be a good girlfriend for Harry. Part of her thought that perhaps she should try to be insufferable, but that had been overruled. After all, she wanted to remain friends with him even after they broke up, and besides, doing something poorly was not her style. The mere thought of being purposefully mediocre made her skin crawl with distaste. Hermione was grateful that she had the privacy of the Head Girl's room to make her plans. She hated to think what would happen if any hint of them got out.

Hermione nibbled at the end of her quill as she pondered how to start her plan. She needed two parts obviously. The first part would consist of all the things she would need to do in order to be a good girlfriend. It would be easier to write that out if she knew what Harry expected of her. She sighed. She wasn't about to ask him that. The other thing she needed was a good exit strategy. This relationship wasn't going to last forever. She needed a way to get out once Harry figured out that she wasn't his type. Hopefully, she would have spotted the perfect witch for him by that time. That would make getting out of the relationship so much easier.

With a draft of what she could say to him when he realized that he wanted someone else, Hermione turned to thinking of what he would expect of a girlfriend. Obviously, he'd want to spend time with her; he had more or less said so himself earlier. Of course, Hermione already spent a fair amount of time with Harry and had trouble seeing how she could spend more time with him and keep up with her studies. Perhaps she wouldn't have to. Perhaps he'd be satisfied with simply spending time with her with the presumption that they were now a couple spending time together instead of just two very good friends. Yet, Hermione didn't want to leave it at that. That line of reasoning seemed very cold and made it seem as if she couldn't stand to be around him more than was necessary. That couldn't be farther from the truth. Hermione was willing to spend more time with Harry, but she didn't want to get behind on her studies.

A knock on her door distracted Hermione from her plotting. She quickly stowed the parchment away, not wanting anyone to know about it. She crossed the room and opened to door to find Harry waiting for her. "Is practice over?" she asked. She wanted to kick herself for that. It was such a stupid thing to say. Of course, practice was over. There was no way Ron would let any of his teammates go before then.

"Yeah," he replied with a grin. "Can I come in? Your poor boyfriend is all worn out from speed drills." He positively beamed as he said that.

Hermione stood aside, motioning him to come in and closing the door behind him. "I bet you are. What is Ron thinking? The way you've been going you'll be in too much pain to win any matches." Almost shyly, she took his hand and lead him over to the couch. "Would you like to sit down?" she asked.

"Hermione. No need to be that formal," he said. "It's not like I've been here before."

Hermione pouted. "Yes, I know but—Harry!" That last was said as he sat down and pulled her into his lap.

"There! This is comfortable." The boy looked enormously pleased with himself.

"For me, but not for you, I'd think. Aren't you still sore?"

"You're as light as a feather, Hermione." She felt her cheeks burn as he said that. It was a nice thought, but definitely not true. "If I am ever so weak that I can't hold you, I'll be left with no choice . . ."

"No choice?" she asked. "No choice but to do what?"

"To quit Quidditch, of course."

"Harry!"

"And here I thought you'd be pleased. Don't you think it's too dangerous?"

"Yes, but if you're going to quit, use that as an excuse instead of me. Ron will never forgive me if you use me as one."

"Why should you need his forgiveness? It'd be his fault anyway that I quit."

"Hey! What's all this talk about Harry quitting Quidditch?" Ron asked as he stepped into the room. Hermione glowered at him. It never failed. He always forgot to knock. Hermione wondered whatever possessed her to let him know the password to her room. "Oh. Right. I'm supposed to knock first. Don't worry, Hermione. I'll remember next time. So what's this about Harry leaving the team?" Ron turned to glare at Harry, who had buried his head in Hermione's hair.

"Maybe a locking charm would be a good idea?" he said quietly.

"It might," she said, nodding in agreement. "I'd give you the unlocking charm, of course." She thought that he might like that.

"Oh! Twenty-four hour access to my Hermione." Hermione couldn't see his face, but she knew he was smiling. At least she had got that part right. "How could I refuse?"

"Technically, there's no such thing as twenty-four hour access as I doubt Snape would be very understanding if you tried to snog me in Potions."

"That's because that git hasn't got any for over twenty years. He's jealous, simple as that."

"Hey! Do you two remember me?" Ron waved his hands in front of them. "And Harry, you're not really going to quit, are you? You weren't that bad today." Hermione glared at Ron yet again. He must have gone nutters for him to insinuate that Harry wasn't a great player. "And don't look at me like that, Hermione. Yes, Harry's good for his age, but he needs to work on keeping his speed up while turning. He tends to slow down too much when he really doesn't need to. You only need to slow down enough to be able to maintain control into the curve. You'd be amazed at how hard that concept is for him."

"Something tells me that he was going fast enough to break his neck during practice."

"Yeah, but that's Quidditch. What do you expect?" As Hermione sighed and covered her face with her hands, he glared at her. "So is that what this is about? Has Hermione finally convinced you to give it up?" He started to pace the room, his face growing red with anger. "Hermione! How could you? We need those points! Just wait until everyone else in Gryffindor hears about this."

Hermione waited for Harry to leap in to defend her, but he was no help at all. The boy was too busy laughing and pretending not to for him to do anything. She rolled her eyes. So much for a boyfriend who would protect her. "It's not that, Ron. Harry's not quitting Quidditch. He's only been talking about it," she explained.

Ron stopped in his tracks. "But he's been talking about it. That's not good." He walked over to take a seat by his friends. "Hermione, move off of Harry's lap. I need to talk to him." Harry's hands tightened on her waist, and Hermione could only wriggle against him as she tried to get off in vain. Hermione blushed for what seemed the millionth time that day. The blood vessels in her face were certainly getting a work out today.

"Hermione? You're still on Harry," Ron said. He was brilliant when it came to pointing out the obvious. "I did mention needing to talk to him? To encourage him? So if you could leave the two of us alone . . ."

"I am not being kicked out of my room, Ron Weasley!" Her eyebrow twitched. Sometimes, she wished he would learn to think before speaking. She settled back against Harry, determined not to budge an inch.

"Fine. Me and Harry will go someplace else to talk." Ron stopped, suddenly realizing the position his friends were in. It wasn't every day that you saw Hermione so close to Harry, though half the school knew that Harry was eager to be with her. "Is there something you're not telling me?"

"What could that be?" Hermione asked.

"That the two of you are—"

"Yes, Ron, we're dating," said Harry. Hermione pondered leaning forward to step on his foot. He was quiet when Ron was accusing her of being a bad influence on him, but he spoke up quickly enough when it came to letting people know that they were dating now.

"You are? Since when?"

"Since this afternoon. Right before practice."

"Oh! That's why you were . . . Quidditch is good for dating witches, Harry. Gives you more stamina. Ask any Weasley . . . well, any of them except Percy. And Ginny, unless there's something she's not told us yet."

"I don't know if you can call it dating because as of yet, we've not been on a date," Hermione put in. She could feel Harry's hurt silence at her words and heaved a sigh. She hadn't meant that. She had thought that he'd understand that joke. She twisted her neck so she could see him. "Harry! Don't look like that! I was only teasing," she said. His lower lip extended even further as he continued to mope. "Oh!" she said, trying to figure out how to give him a hug without falling off his lap.

"Going for the pity snog?" Ron asked conversationally. Hermione's head whipped around to glance at him when he said that.

"Thanks Ron. Just ruin it for me, why don't you?" Harry said, sounding not that sad at all. Hermione's jaw dropped as she realized that he'd looked so sad to try to get her to comfort him. "Ah, Hermione, don't be upset. You can't blame a boy for trying."

"If you wanted a kiss," she said, "then why didn't you kiss me while Ron was fuming about you leaving the team? That would've shut him up and maybe we would have been left in peace."

"I didn't know that you wanted me to."

"Why wouldn't I?" Hermione wondered if he was more scarred than she had thought from his one fling. Of course, she wanted him to kiss her. He didn't have to ask for permission.

"I didn't know you were willing to snog in public." He grinned and his eyes filled with glee. "I'll remember that for future reference."

"Okay, that's enough." Ron clapped his hands together. "It's time for dinner, which you two cannot skip as Harry needs to keep his strength up."

"We could always ask the House Elfs to bring something up for us to eat," said Hermione.

Ron glowered at her. "Yes you could, but then I'd not be able to hear about how all this happened. So get up you two! Let's get going." He spun around and left Hermione's room to go to the Great Hall. Exchanging a single glance, Harry and Hermione agreed to follow their friend. Hermione was glad that he was taking the news so well. A part of her had been afraid that he would have been jealous because she had completely rebuffed his advances last year. Fortunately, her sensible side had been right and Ron wasn't jealous. It would have reflected poorly upon him if he had been, as he did have Luna now.

"So this started this afternoon, right?" Ron shook his head. "As your captain, I'm glad you made it to practice, Harry. But as your best friend, I have to wonder what the blazes is wrong with you! What's more tempting—Quidditch or your girl?"

"That depends on which Ron is asking the question."

"Hey!" Hermione stomped her foot, shooting daggers at both her friends with her eyes. "So much for loyalty here. The answer should be the same regardless."

"Fine, fine. I shan't lie then. I love Hermione, but Quidditch has always been—gah!" Harry grimaced with pain as Hermione both elbowed him and stepped on his foot. "Hermione! Was that necessary?"

"You're getting off easy after saying something like that!"

"Good going, Harry! Not even together for a day yet and already you're in the dog house. This must be some sort of a record." Ron was laughing his head off at the scene in front of him. His laughter stopped abruptly as Hermione focused her gaze on him.

"I'll deal with you later," she said. "Don't think that I'm going to forget that you're a bad influence on Harry."

"Me? A bad influence? Perish the thought!"

Hermione wasn't moved by his claims of innocence. "Remember the blue hair incident from last year? It's not that difficult to modify that spell to make a person's skin change color instead."

"I like Ron's skin the way it is now, Hermione Granger," said Luna from behind the Trio. They all whirled around to look at her. "If you must threaten someone, threaten Harry. Ron's mine." The last bit was said possessively as Luna took Ron's hand into hers.

Ron beamed. "I knew I could count on Luna to defend me," he announced.

"That must be nice," Hermione noted. She glanced sideways at Harry. "Can't say that I know how that feels like."

"Hey! That's not fair, Hermione. I've stood up for you plenty of times when it comes to Malfoy and his goons."

"I can take care of myself, Harry, when it comes to those prats. But—"

"I'm more of a challenge," Ron finished for her.

"I wasn't going to say that." Hermione strode away from the others, trying not to clench her fists or grit her teeth. Hermione didn't know why she was upset, but she was. If Harry really did care more for Quidditch than her, then why was he bothering to even try dating her? Obviously, he wasn't ready for a serious relationship. Maybe that was why he was interested. He didn't want a real relationship, and so he was settling for her.

That was almost kind of insulting, given everything she had done for him in the past. He had saved her as well, but she had done plenty for him. It wasn't asking much, was it, for him to value her more than a stupid game?

"I think you've really done it now," Ron whispered to Harry.

"Any suggestions?" Hermione rolled her eyes. You had to be an idiot to think that Ron could give out decent love advice. Besides, didn't those idiots know she could still hear them?

"Just grab her and give her a kiss she'll never forget!" was Ron's enthusiastic counsel.

"Like this!" said Luna, and from the sounds emanating from behind her, Luna must have decided to a demonstration was in order, leading to Ron and Luna being once again joined together at the lips. Hermione rolled her eyes. Those two were both eager, but it was clear who was in charge. Not that there was anything wrong with that. The feminist in her sort of believed that it was the best arrangement for them to have Luna in charge.

The soft thud of footsteps behind her told Hermione that Harry had quickened his pace to catch up with her and leave the lovebirds behind. It was too bad that he had grown so much in the last year, as now it was virtually impossible for her to outrun him. Oh well. It wouldn't be very dignified to run away from him. And there was no reason to run away. She was upset that she didn't mean that much to him in the great scheme of things, but fortunately, she wasn't in love with him. That was good because he was meant for another witch, one he would cherish more than anything else.

"Hermione!" he called. "Please don't be mad. I was only kidding." She remained silent as she continued to head towards the Great Hall. She was halted by him putting his arms around her and lifting her up and around to face him. "You must know that I wasn't serious," he said, looking pitifully at her.

"If you're trying for a pity snog again, it's not going to happen," she informed him.

"Damn Ron for saying that. And no, I wasn't trying . . . this time around," he finished truthfully. "You really are hacked off at us, aren't you?"

"Brilliant deduction there, Harry. What was your first clue?"

"I didn't need one. After knowing you for so long, it's kind of obvious what to look for. And I'm sorry, Hermione, really I am."

"So am I." Suddenly, Hermione was taken by the urge to play a really evil girlfriend. "By the way, have you started studying for N.E.W.T.s? I'm afraid I've fallen behind."

Harry's expression was full of confusion. They hadn't been discussing that subject, although it was a natural one for Hermione to turn to. "Hermione, you're way ahead of us," he said.

"That doesn't mean that I'm not behind in revising. I think I'll have to spend most of next week catching up . . . including next week—" The look on Harry's face prevented Hermione from finishing that thought. It was indescribable. She didn't know if he was bursting with anger or on the verge of tears or both.

"You know, I did apologize." Harry's voice was quiet, but that made Hermione pay all the more attention to him. You knew you really crossed a line with him when he was upset and not shouting at you. "Whatever it is that set you off, if you'd tell me what it is, I'd make sure not to do it again. And I never thought you'd be the one to break a promise so easily."

Hermione crossed her arms. He had a point, but she wasn't ready to concede. "I'd rather spend my time studying than spending it with someone who prefers that blasted game to me."

A look of horror crossed Harry's face. "Hermione! You can't believe that!"

"You've given me little reason to doubt it.:"

"Damn it!" he cursed. "I wasn't serious. Not the slightest bit. Quidditch is fun and all and I'd miss it . . . but you, you're the best. I don't know what I'd do without you." His voice dropped, as if he were afraid to say his next words. "I love you."

Hermione knew from his eyes that he thought he meant it. His eyes were the most expressive part of him, and Hermione thought that they accounted for half of his charm. If she were in love with him, she knew that she'd be fascinated by them. And at the moment, she couldn't refuse the silent plea in them. "You mean it?" she asked softly, looking down at her feet.

"You know I do." He reached out to take her hand. "I won't tease you like that again, I promise. If I made you doubt how much I care for you . . . I am so sorry."

"Me too." She glanced up to smile at him. "And I am looking forward to next weekend." To her surprise, that was the complete truth. She was looking forward to next weekend and spending more time with him in general. He could be so sweet at times, though that probably wasn't what any teenage wizard wanted to be called. It was certainly in her notes not to use that word unless in response to receiving a gift. But a confession like his, that was sort of a gift and it was hard not to tell him how sweet he was and how much she cared for him. That made it so much easier to be his girlfriend, while he waited for the real thing. The only problem was that a tiny voice in the back of her head was telling her that she was already in too deep.

They stood in silence there for several moments, holding hands, each lost in thought. "It seems they've got the making up part down pat," said Ron as he approached the couple. He and Luna had finished their snog session and had caught up with the other two.

"Except they've forgotten about the kissing part of making up," his girlfriend noted. "Silly of them, isn't it? That's the best part."

"I know. Especially when you realize that kissing is just the general term for what goes on . . ."

"That's enough, Ron," Hermione interrupted him quickly before he could go in to too much detail, as he was wont to do. "There are some things that I'd prefer you keep private."

"He's a briefs kind of wizard," Luna informed her suddenly.

"Like that. I didn't need to know that." Hermione hoped she would forget that and the awful image it brought up. There were some things that you did not want to know about your best friends, and that was one of them. Though she had to admit she was curious about Harry. She thought she kind of had a right to know considering that she was his current girlfriend. Yet, it was surprising that Luna was sharing such information with her, given how possessive Luna could be about Ron. "And why are you telling me this anyway?"

"Because you were the only one amongst us who didn't know." Luna shrugged. "I'm sure the boys know after living together for so long."

"I don't look," said Harry hurriedly.

"Neither do I," Ron agreed.

"There's no reason to be embarrassed," said Luna. "Girls look at each other all the time."

From the reaction of the two wizards, Hermione thought that didn't calm them down at all. She decided to help them out this time. "Shouldn't we hurry up? Dinner's going to start shortly."

"Good idea, Hermione!" said Harry.

"Yup. Absolutely brilliant, you are!" added Ron. The two of them dashed away, eager to flee the conversation. The witches ambled after them, content in taking their time to follow.

"And here I was enjoying this conversation. Oh well." Luna turned to address the other witch. "You're lucky that you and Harry are in the same House. There'll be so much more opportunities for everything."

"What makes you say that?"

"Who, not what. Ginny's very expressive on the subject."

"I can imagine." Hermione thought that might be the reason why Luna had went off on Ron's unmentionables. Ginny was bad about censoring herself and often went into far greater detail than anyone wanted to hear. "You've been spending a lot of time with Ginny lately, haven't you?" she asked.

"Yes, because it would be good to know one of my future sister-in-laws," she said matter-of-factly.

"You are that sure?"

"Of course. Aren't you?" Luna tilted her head to consider Hermione. "No, you're not, are you? Which is ridiculous because you two are so tight that you're more certain than the sun rising tomorrow. You shouldn't sell yourself short. And you should trust the one you love."

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