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Chapter 3: Arriving

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Before long the train arrived back at Hogwarts and all the happy, and hungry students rushed out to find a carriage, save the first years, obviously, for them and their friends. Hermione and Harry made sure everyone got into a carriage safely, as it was their first Head duty, (Prefects took care of the train jobs.)

Harry and Hermione got a carriage last after Ron got in another with Ginny and Neville. It was quite an uneventful ride, because both were so nervous to be alone and wanted nothing but to be there already. Hermione was feeling a bit odd, she supposed it was just tiredness. But she knew better than to listen to her own excuse.

Harry on the other hand was doing nothing but stare at her hands. She was twirling her little fingers. He examined every inch of her body, taking in as much of her beauty as he could, like she was going to vanish any second. But too much staring got Hermione's attention, after she'd been staring out the window for too long. (Just you imagine having your best friend (with beautiful charming green eyes) stare at you from head to foot.)...awkward?...You bet.) Harry suddenly felt Hermione's eyes on him and he quickly looked away. Then wondering as he stared out the window, if they were almost there. He needed to get out of this tight spot. And when they did finally arrive, everyone went into the great hall for the sorting and their welcoming feast, which, as always, was enlightening as they ate and talked freely and happily. (A/N: also since Voldemort was dead, there wasn't a care in the world. Yippee! LOL...or is he...)

The feast was over and after minor lookouts as Heads, Harry and Hermione made their way to their very own Head Boy/Girl quarters.

"Fina Neptune." Harry said the password to the portrait of an old woman, so they could get inside. Hermione opened her eyes as wide as possible, hey the better to look at the stunning cozy common room. Candles lingered all over the ceiling. Though not too many of them since the great chimney was roaring with fire. All around there were shelves against the walls full of hundreds of books, much to Hermione's delight. She beamed. She could just imagine herself going through every book, and so could Harry. Harry saw that she looked happy and gorgeous when she beamed.

"So you like it, I'm guessing." He smiled. A hushed whispered "wow!" from Hermione answered his question.

It wasn't just the bookshelves that looked pretty. There were also armchairs and sofas. All were a deep blood red color, with golden throw pillows. In the corner there was a great ebony piano. (Harry knew how to play the piano. Remus taught him, as a pass time to try to get him to forget about Sirius for a while. It sometimes worked since he even sometimes wrote his own music. Hermione knew as well because her father had taught her when she was four years old. And she's known since. Nobody knew Harry could play the piano, except Remus and no one knew Hermione could play either, except her parents.) The carpet was also red though not as dark as the furniture. There were two long windows with golden drapes and curtains flowing down them.

"I think we should go unpack already. It's quite late." Said Hermione once she got used to the beautiful common room her and Harry were going to share, which by the way made it that much more beautiful.

They got to the top of the stairs. And the doors that led them to their rooms had there names engraved on them in a curvy font. Their rooms were across from each other. The only thing in between their rooms was a great bathroom. They smiled at each other and said 'goodnight' as well before going in to their separate rooms. Before opening the room Hermione wondered how Ron was fairing. Then she thought that he'd be snoring by now. It was quite late.

"Wow!" Another whisper came from Hermione's room. It was a grand room. A bit smaller than the common room. It was absolutely white, except the bed which was made out of cherry oak, as was her desk and the frame of one huge window. A table across from her bed was also made of cherry oak. Along with a couple armchairs outlined with the same wood, except the soft material on it, which was white. White comforter with white plushy soft pillows. The fluffiest white carpet, you'd ever set your feet on. The curtains were white and had this shiny silky white drapes over them. The curtains were open so Hermione could appreciate the gleaming full moon over the brilliant inky sky. And feeling in the mood of relaxation, due to the peaceful room, she changed into her pajamas, which were a white tank top and silky silver shorts. And she soon drifted into deep dreamless slumber, ready for the day tomorrow.

Harry's room was much like Hermione's except it didn't have flowers on his desk and it wasn't white, it was made up of different shades of blue to dark blue.

Harry was also sleeping. He dreamed that he was with Hermione under the big oak tree by the lake. And she was laughing at something funny he said. Oh how he loved to hear her laugh. It was charming. He was leaning into her to kiss her. And it was just as sweet as he could ever imagine. He could smell her hair. It was euphoric and addicting. She caused him euphoria. But before he could deepen the kiss they were sharing, a loud banging noise woke Harry from his beautiful dream.

"Harry! Wake up! We're going to be late for the first day!" Came Hermione's voice from outside his bedroom.

"Hermione it's only what...6: 30 am." Said Harry. He was irritated at the way she had awoken him up. This was definitely not the way he wanted to wake up, when he was sleeping with Hermione one door away.

"Well I'm going down to breakfast." Hermione sighed and Harry heard her going down stairs. He quickly got up showered and changed. He made his way out the portrait hole. Twenty minutes after Hermione woke him up, he was getting into the Great Hall for the most important meal of the day, as Hermione told him. Harry spotted Hermione and went to sit with her and a laughing Ron, Ginny, and Neville. After breakfast Neville, Ron, Harry, and Hermione went to History of Magic. The "best" way to start the first day of the last year of school, Harry thought sarcastically.

And soon enough Harry was drifting into sleep, as Professor Binns talked his monotonous talk about goblin rebellions. Then Harry jerked his head up to look at Hermione, who had just kicked him sideways, on his calf and gave him a 'Harry-James-Potter-You-Are-Not-Listening!' look. Harry thought about kicking her back and maybe elbowing her too, but for the love of God couldn't hurt her on purpose, even if it was for something silly and stupid like this. So he settled on giving her a 'I-Am-Too-Listening' look, while massaging his leg. And made it look like he was, and he was trying to listen. But it was just to damn boring! What can a guy do? Hermione was thankful that he was trying, which she quickly became aware of.

Their first week back was as good as a first week of school should be. It was loose and kind of fun as well, except History of Magic, which was always as boring as ever and Potions, (ugh!...everyone thought.)

Harry and Hermione had to fulfill their duties as Heads. Harry found this amusing, as he spent more time laughing with Hermione and the satisfaction of catching a few delinquent Slytherins, and giving them detention with Filch.

As their third week of school came to an end Harry and Hermione found themselves sitting in their common room with a roaring fire and buried to the neck with homework. It was late and Harry finished earlier than Hermione, which rarely ever happened. But because Hermione had more courses than Harry she was slaving over a 3 ½ foot essay for Arithmancy. And Harry stared at her pretending to be reading a History of Magic book, which was the first clue that he totally wasn't reading. Hermione was sitting doing her essay on the table and Harry was "reading" the book on the couch a few feet away.

Harry was watching Hermione, her pretty legs were crossed as she eyed the bookshelves around her, and apparently she had spotted what she was looking for, a book, because she got up. She was staring at the book shelf. Harry looked at her amused thinking about how she would get the book down, since she didn't have her wand with her and the book was at least a foot away out of her reach. He smiled thinking about what she would attempt. Apparently she had nothing since she tried to stretch her arm up to try to reach it but failed miserably. Harry got up to help her. Hermione didn't know what he was doing until she felt him very close to her from behind. She turned around and saw Harry reaching for the book. He brought it down to her. Hermione felt like she needed to get away from him because he absolutely towered over her. Harry only smiled down at her. She blushed and went back to her table, muttering a "thanks" and resumed to doing the essay as Harry got back to "reading" the book saying "anytime."

She was growing tired, Harry noted. Her hair kept falling down her face and she would tuck it gently behind her ear as she wrote away.

"I'm finally done!" She yelled, making Harry jump a bit. "well I'm going to bed...you?"

"Nah." He said. And with that she left, leaving her bag behind.

Harry sat there for the next hour contemplating how he would make Hermione fall in love with him. He just needed to take chances...

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