Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.

A/n:This chapter is a bit longer, but not too much. I am very sorry for how short this is, because I know I had said I was going to make the chapters longer, but those big end-of-the-year tests are coming up so I'll be swamped. But don't worry, because I won't completly abandon this story. I hope you enjoy and please review!

And to one of my reviewers:

anna999: She will reach Harry soon. I promise. It's just that I didn't want to immediatly put the story into full-throttle in the first chapter. But don't worry. Harry will be next. But maybe I think I might have one more person before him after Neville, but he'll be soon. I promise you that.

Chapter Two

Hermione entered the library, searching for Neville. He was usually in the library, studying up on some mish-mosh topic that even when she was into her books she would roll her eyes at. But even though he was still the silly, kind-hearted boy, he had definetly filled out in the looks-department.

Slowly, Hermione walked in between the aisles of books and chairs and desks, scanning the tables.

There. Right between a section of books on frogs and rats and Madame Pince's desk.

She fixed her skirt and cleared her throat, smoothing down her hair.

"Neville," Hermione said, standing with a hand placed on her cocked hip. By the way he suddenly gripped the corner of the page and the way his breathing got faster, she knew he knew it was her.

They all did.

He didn't say anything.

"Oh, come on Neville. Don't make this hard on yourself," Hermioen said, her voice sweet like poisoned honey.

"I-I-I don't know...what you're...talking..." Neville stuttered, his voice even more shaky than usual.

"Oh, but I think you do. Why don't we," Hermione sat on the desk, crossing her legs and shoving the books aside. Neville gulped. "Go somewhere, and relax your nerves. I find that things always work better when you're...calm."

Neville blinked.

Hermione laughed. "Come on. You won't get another chance at this."

"Hermione..." Neville started.

"Fine," Hermione said, her voice icy. "Be like that. But I'll have you know, hundreds of boys like you would kill to be offered the chance I just offered you."

She got up, made sure all was right with her clothes, and walked off.

"Wait!" Neville called. "I want this."

Hermione turned around, smirking.

Two hours later, the door opened to a broom closet. Hermione stepped out, and adjusted her shirt, wiping the corners of her mouth.

She turned around. "Not bad, Longbottom." She shut the door, strolling off.

Surprisingly, she spoke the truth.

Okay, so it had taken a little bit for him to stop shaking, and to stop muttering things under his breath, but it all turned out good in the end.

She was walking down a dusty corridor, obviously not looking where she was going, and bumped into someone. She shook it off, mumbling a sorry. She looked up.

Two piercing green eyes met her stare and open mouth.

Harry.

A/n: Ok, I know...terribly short...but like I said, this might be the last chapter for a while...if you want another fic, Harry/Hermione fans can read: You Never Loved Me, Anyway, because I am currently working on the second chapter. Please review!

Cassie: Thank you. Yes, she can have all the credit for the whole library thing, because I needed to know the name for the librarian. Yes. Dumb ole' me.