Chapter Four – Incidents

They spent their time on the swing talking about school, which changed to songs and ordinary things in the muggle world. Once again Harry couldn't help but feel he didn't know his best friend at all. He learned that she loved music and sometimes it soothed her when she was sad about something. It was as if she was completely different person, which of course, Harry didn't mind. He liked her just the same. After their conversation, they were asked to turn in. Mr. Granger pointed out the washroom in case Harry had to use it during the middle of the night and laid down some rules. After all, they were sleeping in the same room.

"No hanky-panky," Mr. Granger had said before shutting the door.

Soon the room was engulfed with darkness. Harry couldn't see a thing. It was completely dark except for the small light seeping through the door from the hall and the window. He didn't seem to mind for he immediately fell into a deep sleep.

Hermione lay on her bed staring up at the ceiling. She didn't understand why, but her heart was pounding in her chest. She was worried that Harry might be able to hear it. She tried not to laugh as she heard light snoring. She turned over to sneak a glance at Harry.

Aw, she thought smiling to herself. He looks so cute… what am I saying? Cute… Well… yes he is, but this is Harry. She shook her head. Cute indeed. She couldn't seem to get her eyes to move. They were stuck on his illuminated face. He looked so huggable at the moment.

She sighed. She was so happy he was spending the summer with her. She was even glad the Ron had to go away for the summer leaving just the two of them alone. She yawned and went to turn back the other way but ended up landing on top of Harry. She let out a scream when Harry let out a yell.

"AHH! AHH! Whose there!" he sat up looking around, his green eyes wide with fear.

Hermione quickly tried to stand but fell on him again.

"Oh… Shoot," she said, she'd suddenly got tangled in the sheets.

"AHH! RAPE!" Harry yelled without thinking. "GET OFF ME!"

A hand clamped down over his mouth. Hermione leaned forward and whispered in his ear causing him to shiver slightly.

"Harry! It's me!" she hissed. "Relax will you! You'll wake up mum and dad!"

"Her-Hermione?" he stammered. "What… What are you doing!"

She finally stood up and climbed back up her bed. "It's not what you're thinking, that's for sure. Honestly. I rolled the wrong way." She replied.

"Oh… I thought for a minute you were… " He trailed off. He was glad it was dark because he was sure he was very red.

An odd silence filled the room. Hermione too was thankful for the darkness for hiding the embarrassed look on her face. She felt like such a fool. Though, the whole thing seemed to be quite funny. She turned the other away and tried to get some sleep.

Harry slowly got out of bed. He had to use the bathroom. He opened the door and glanced at Hermione. He had a feeling she was smiling. He yawned as he stepped out of the room. Now, what had Mr. Granger said? He mentioned the door to the bathroom was only… How many doors? One? Two? Or maybe, it was three. Shrugging, he tried the first door. It was the extra room.

It must be the third door, he thought as he grabbed for the knob. As soon as he opened it, he wished he hadn't.

"Ooh, that tickles…" a woman's voice said.

He'd opened the wrong door. This was Hermione's parent's room!

"Hehe," said the voice that belonged to Mr. Granger. Just then he seemed to have realized the door was slightly ajar. So had Mrs. Granger.

"AHH!" they both yelled. Harry quickly shut the door and ran to the last door at the end of the hall.

He stood with his back against the door. At least he found her parent's room. He groped around for a light switch and was relieved to find that he was now in fact in the bathroom. He washed his face and did his business. He turned crimson when he saw that Mr. Granger was waiting for him in the hall. He looked very embarrassed.

"Er… Hello Harry," he said. "Now, I know you didn't—"

"I was looking for the bathroom. Honest! I didn't know you were—"

"No, no it's alright. You just gave us a little… scare. Yes that's all. Let's just pretend that… it never happened. Shall we?"

Harry nodded vigorously. "Yes, yes."

"Good lad." Mr. Granger smiled. "Now, off to bed with you."

Harry, still feeling like such a complete moron, walked back to Hermione's room to find that she was sitting up. She'd turned on the lamp on her nightstand. Harry avoided her eyes as he got into bed.

"What was that all about?" she asked.

Harry got even redder. "I… Uh… Er… I don't want to talk about it," he said curtly. He grabbed the blanket and pulled it over himself. He groaned. Not even one night and he'd managed to mess up already.

Hermione, for some odd reason, had begun to laugh. Harry, still feeling annoyed, grabbed his pillow and threw it at her.

"Hahaha—OW!" she glared at him as she threw it back.

Harry couldn't stop himself, he threw it back. Then, unexpectedly, Hermione jumped down from her bed and tried to smother him with the pillow. Laughing, he grabbed the pillow from her hands and she fell on top of him. Harry found himself staring into her lovely brown eyes. His heart skipped a beat and the hairs on his arms stood on end. They stared at each other, as if seeing something different in each other's eyes. It was as if they were meeting for the first time. Blushing, Hermione pushed herself off. Harry cleared his throat.

"Hermione?" his voice cracked.

"Good night Harry," she said quietly as she turned off the lamplight.

"Er… Yeah… Goodnight." He replied and went back to sleep.

Author's Note: I've updated this one too just like the other one! Lol I love writing... Heh, anyways, thanks for reading and for those who've reviewed, thanks! And if you've read... don't forget to review! Thanks! )

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