A/N: Ok, this is obviously only my third chapter, and I still have no clue as to what I'm doing with this story. I have 13 chapters written out on paper, but written things are always longer looking than typed things. I think chapter 2 was a little better in length, even though I know, it's still very short.

To the reviewers:

beaumontrulz- Thank you so much with all your help. You'll never know how much it means that someone out there can take time to help someone else who has no clue what they're doing. lol. Thanks.

Mamin123-- Thank you for reviewing, even though you didn't say much, it's nice to know that at least 2 people are reading what I write. Yes, I know the chapters are extremely short, I'm trying to work on that.

imber de caelum---Thank you also for reviewing and for your help. I'm still trying to figure out how to make the first chapter longer. Since I don't know what it's like to get high, I can't describe it in my fic. lol.

Disclaimer: As we all know, I do not own the characters of Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling does, but if I did, trust me, there would be a lot more books than just 7!

'thoughts'

-Sounds-

Chapter 3: Harry's house part two

"Hermione? Do you want to sleep with me in my bed or..." Hermione cut him off.

"I can sleep downstairs on the couch." Harry gave her a concerned look. "Really, Harry. I'll be fine. I'm with you now, remember?" Harry smiled sheepishly at the repeat of his own sappy words. "Would you mind if I borrowed one of your t-shirts for me to sleep in for tonight?"

"No. Not at all Mione. You know that." And with that, Harry went over to his dresser, pulled out a large, grey and red striped t-shirt for Hemione, and handed it to her.

"Thank you Harry. I'm sorry to be such a bother."

"You're not. Not at all. Anyways, I was the one who offered you to stay here in the first place, knowing that you didn't have anything prepared to spend the night with you. No one could have guessed that this would have happened. I'm going to go downstairs and fix the couch up for you while you change." Harry told Hermione as he got 2 small red blankets and a lacy white pillow for her, and started to walk down the stairs to the dark living room. He laid one of the blankets neatly on the couch, then the pillow on top of it. Hermione came down the stairs right on cue. As she reached the bottom step, Harry came over and swept her off her feet and laid her gently onto the neatly made couch.

"Harry, what was that for?"

"I dunno. Just felt like it, I guess. Is everything ok? Do you need anything?"

"Harry, I'll be fine. I'm not 5 years old anymore. But thank you so much for everything you've done. Not only tonight, but ever since we met. It means alot to me, I hope you know that." Hermione gave a big yawn.

"Well, you seem tired. Why don't you get some sleep?" Harry leaned down, covered Hermione up with the other blanket, and gave her a gentle peck on the lips. "Night Mione. I love you."

"I love you too Harry." Hermione replied so quietly, she doubted Harry heard her. He then walked upstairs to his bedroom, leaving her alone in the still dark of the night.

'What am I doing? Something could happen to her! I should be with her. Maybe she thinks that I don't care about her if I keep leaving her alone like this. But I don't want to be too protective. Like she said, she's not 5 years old anymore. She can take care of herself. Why am I so worried? We're at my house, nothing's going to happen here. She's well protected. Nothing can get...' Harry was telling himself in bed, but interrupted by a loud...

-BANG-

Harry jumped out of bed.

'What the hell was that? No. It couldn't be.' Harry said to himself as he ran down the stairs 2 or 3 at a time.

"Hermione? HERMIONE! What the...?"

N/A: I know, I know. Cliffhanger. hehehe All part of my evil plan. lol. I'm jokin.