A/N: well here's chapter three. i hope you like it. please note that all my other updates will not be this close together. this is just a story that i wrote long ago and happens to be typed and ready to be uploaded. with that said...

Disclamar: I don't know why I'm even writing this but just to make things clear...I do not own Harry Potter, Harry Potter belongs to the brilliant JK Rowling.

A Kiss Isn't Just a Kiss Chapter Three: The Kiss

They were walking down the charms corridor towards Flitwick's classroom, when they heard Peeves.
"Oh no!" whispered Hermione nervously, seeing him come bounding out of a classroom. "I hope he doesn't bump into us!"
"Shhhh," whispered Harry. He didn't want to say anything to Hermione, but it looked like Peeves was headed right for them if they didn't move out of the way. He had to act quickly.
Without a second thought, Harry grabbed Hermione by the arm and quickly pulled her to the right side of the hall. He pressed his back against the wall and he pulled her towards him. He held his arms tightly around her to keep her from moving so that the cloak didn't fall off. He felt her bury her head in his shoulder. They both held their breath while they waited for Peeves to go away.
Normally, they would just have walked by him, whispering that Bloody Baron imitation Harry had used successfully in the past. But this time, Peeves was ricocheting off the walls. They did not want to risk losing points or tarnishing Hermione's new prefect status by getting caught out of bed after hours. So they waited. And waited. He just wouldn't go

away.
Meanwhile, Harry was beginning to feel really flustered holding Hermione like that. He had given her hugs many times in the nearly five years of their friendship. Why hadn't he noticed before that her hair smelled like spicy cinnamon? He was definitely getting turned on and was afraid that she was close enough to him that she would notice. His heart was beating so loudly that Peeves was likely to hear it. Harry looked down and saw that Hermione's brown eyes were filled with anxiety.
Then they heard a ragged voice shout: "Peeves!" Filch had arrived with Mrs. Norris. Now the party was complete. Who says things don't happen at Hogwarts at 2 in the morning?
"I have an idea," Hermione whispered.
"I'm glad one of us does," Harry whispered back.
"Let's head into the room right here. Maybe no one will notice if we close the door slowly. Then we can safely wait until they all leave."
"Good plan. I'll follow you. We should go now," Harry whispered quickly.
Hermione led the way, skimming the side of the hallway leading to a door that was very close to where they had been trapped. They tip-toed inside and started to shut the door. It let out a small squeak. Hermione pulled out her wand, pointed it at the door, and murmured, "Quietamora". That did it. They were able to close the door without a sound. Harry looked at her, admiration on his face – she never failed to impress him. She just shrugged her shoulders. They both let out a sigh of relief.
"We should probably stay under the cloak, just in case one of them opens that door," Hermione whispered.
"Yeah, you're probably right. But it's getting kind of warm under here, don't you think?" Harry answered.
"Yeah, maybe a little. Probably because we are both stressed out about almost getting caught. My heart is still beating really fast from the scare."
"Yeah. That's probably it," said Harry, trying to sound like he agreed with her assessment even though he knew the real reason why he was feeling so hot. "Let's sit over there," he said, looking around the room and spotting a bench against the wall. They went over to it and sat down.
From what Harry noticed in the room, it looked like they were in the classroom dedicated to the study of advanced Astrology. The ceiling was enchanted to reflect the constellations more clearly than one could see with the naked eye. There were several large clear globes on pedestals throughout the room with what looked like miniature replicas of the solar system spinning around inside them. Neither one of them had been in there before, but Harry had heard George and Fred talk about it as a great make-out spot if the Astronomy Tower was too difficult to get to.
"Harry?" Hermione whispered.
"Yeah?"
"Do you know what this room is?"
"Yes, I do. It's one of the Astrology classrooms, isn't it?" he answered her.
"Yes, that's right. But it…… well….. it's also where …. um…." Hermione seemed like she couldn't find the right words, a very rare occurrence.
"Where couples come to make out?" Harry finished for her.
"Yes. Exactly." Hermione said, sounding very embarrassed now. Then she got a look of mock shock on her face and gasped, "Harry Potter, don't tell me you've been here before!"
"I have not! George and Fred told me about it."
"Oh."
"How about you, Miss Granger? You seem to be very knowledgeable about what goes on here," Harry said, smirking and elbowing Hermione in the ribs.
"I am not. I mean, I haven't been here before either. Ouch. I heard Lavender and Pavarti talking about it in our dormitory - and stop elbowing me, it is starting to tickle and I might laugh out loud and blow our cover."
"Oh, come on Hermione," Harry said laughing quietly. His roller coaster of emotions tonight was leaving him feeling somewhat punch-drunk and he wanted to have some fun. He'd just have to be careful not to lose control, that was all. "You're not really ticklish are you?"
She looked at him warningly, "You better not try anything, Harry. We'll get caught!"
"Try anything? What? I'm just trying to have some fun. The way you sound, you'd think I was trying to kiss you or something."
"Yeah. I wish," Hermione said absentmindedly. Then she inhaled quickly, realizing what she had just said and covered her mouth in shock, looking at him. She pulled her hands down from her face. "I mean, I wish…… I wish…… I wish we could get out of here," she stammered, "we are really going to get it if Filch –"
But she did not get to finish. Harry had gently pressed his lips to hers, not able to resist his impulses anymore. He had lost control and let his teenage hormones get the best of him.
The kiss started out very gently. At first, Hermione seemed a bit surprised at his gesture and pulled away very slightly. Then Harry could feel her body shift towards his as she kissed him back. She put her arms over his shoulders her hands joined behind his neck. He thought he heard her sigh, though he couldn't be sure because his ears seemed to be ringing. He moved his arms around her waist, pulling her closer and closer. They bumped noses awkwardly a couple of times, laughing softly in between the kisses, which were getting more and more intense.
Harry had never kissed a girl before. He had thought about it a lot, yes. And he had dreamed about it quite frequently, but no dream could have prepared him for this experience. His whole body felt like it was on fire. He realized that he was not really breathing much and was starting to feel dizzy – and he loved every second of it. The room was spinning in a whirl of sensations that gave him a tremendous amount of pleasure: the smell of her hair, the taste of her warm, moist mouth, the feeling of her body close to his.
Then they started to lose control. He didn't know what made him do it, but Harry tried moving his tongue in with their open-mouthed kiss and the effect was instantaneous. Hermione let out an audible gasp. They pressed their bodies together intensely, kissing each other like that again and again. Both of them were breathing really heavy now and were kissing so voraciously that Harry's chin was starting to feel bruised. He noticed that Hermione's hands had moved from behind his neck to his back. He could feel her fingernails digging into him, and he hoped that it was because she was feeling extreme pleasure too.
It was Hermione who finally put on the brakes. She pulled away from him a little and took a deep breath. He tried to kiss her again, but she unwrapped her arms from around him and sat back. Her lips looked swollen and her eyes were watery but she was smiling.
"We should stop, Harry," she whispered, as he again tried to kiss her and she pulled away. He released his hold on her.
"What! Why?" he said, in a voice he barely recognized as his own it sounded so intense and almost husky.
"We are too young to be…. You KNOW!" she said, looking at him seriously.
"You know WHAT?"
"Fooling around like this. It's bound to lead to other things and we aren't ready for that yet."
"I wasn't going to…. We weren't going to….." he said, clumsily. Had all of the blood left his brain? He couldn't talk or think properly.
"But what if we hadn't stopped just now?" Hermione asked, anxiously. "We might have let things go too far. I was beginning to feel like I couldn't stop."
"Uh-huh," was all Harry could manage to say. He had to pull himself together. He needed to cool off, to think of something to distract him from the sensations he was still feeling. How about Quidditch? Boy, that last game against Hufflepuff was a close call. Nope. Wasn't working. Time to think about Snape again.
Harry straightened up and looked at Hermione. As he looked at her, he realized that something inside him that had been stirring for weeks now had been completely awakened. He now knew one thing for sure: he wanted nothing more than to be with her, to take care of her, to make her happy. He was hit with such a powerful wave of emotion that he had to breathe deeply and tighten his throat to keep from choking up. She was his best friend and now she was so much more. Was this what being in love felt like? He desperately hoped that she felt the same way.
"I'm scared, Harry," Hermione whispered.
Harry put his arms back around her. "What are you scared of? Filch? He'll go away soon enough. We just have to wait a little longer, that's all."
"No. It's not that," she said, her voice quivering with emotion, "We just kissed Harry. And that wasn't just any kiss. I mean, we really went at it. I'm scared that I lost control like that. I'm scared of what this means. I'm scared of how this is going to change things between us. I'm scared of how much I feel for you. I'm just……..scared." She started to cry softly, burying her head into his shoulder.
Harry held her tighter and said, "Hermione, I'm really happy about what just happened. I've been thinking about you differently for a while now. I know what you mean about feeling scared about all of those things, and I am scared of them too. But this is a good thing, don't you think? I mean, this just feels so right.
She pulled her head off his shoulder, her face wet with tears, her eyes red and swollen and whispered, "I think I may be in love with you, Harry." She looked up and their eyes met.
"Gosh, Hermione," he forced himself to speak – somehow his throat was starting to close up, "I…. I think I'm in love with you too." He leaned in to give her a soft, sweet kiss on the lips. They leaned their foreheads together, both smiling. They didn't seem to need words anymore. They had discovered the sweet, tender bliss that first love bestows. Sitting on the bench, still under the invisibility cloak, listening to each other breathing, they were lost in the moment.
"CRASH!"
Peeves had burst in. Filch followed, yelling and waving his walking stick in the air, Mrs. Norris at his heels. Harry, who had wheeled around in surprise to look at the disturbance, turned his head and focus back to Hermione. He was about to try to get her to sneak out of the room with him when he noticed her eyes rolling to the back of her head. Her body was going limp.
Harry tightened his grip around her and braced himself so that they wouldn't fall off the bench as he caught her. She was now completely passed out in his arms! She had given no warning – no indication at all that she wasn't feeling well. What was wrong with her? Was she going to be all right? Had the surprise of Peeves entering the room made her faint?
Harry tried quietly to wake her up. At first he tried gently shaking her and whispering into her ear. That didn't work. With a little difficulty, owing to the fact that he she was practically on top of him, he took out his wand. He pointed it at her and murmured, "Ennervate." That didn't work either. He was beginning to get really frantic. He was trapped there under the cloak, holding a passed-out Hermione and desperately hoping that she was OK. He needed to get her back to the Gryffindor common room so that he could take a better look at her in the light.
He concocted a plan. It wasn't a very good one, but given what he had just been through, his brain still didn't seem to be working to its fullest capacity. He would wait until Peeves and Filch had cleared out, hoping that they did not find them sitting there on the bench. Then he would levitate her above him covered with his cloak as they headed back to the common room. If he heard anyone coming, he would just catch her and hide against the side of the hallway. He wished that he had his Maurader's map – it had been confiscated as part of the cleanup that happened after the horrible ending of the Triwizard Tournament.
He sat and waited what seemed like an eternity, then began executing his plan.

A/N: I hope you all like this so far. I'd like to say thank you to call me britt for reviewing my story. thanks so much, i really didnt even expect to get any reviews so that makes me happy. anyway to all the rest of you who read my story please please please review! see you all soon!