Angel: Hey guys! I'm back! School's out and I can write again!  …Sad to say this fic may possibly cease to be a co-fic. Temptress has gone off on a summer vaca, and therefore she is currently not here to write this chappie, as it is her turn to write it. Fear not though, I'm taking over, as I'm very much at home and bored… :mutters-lucky Temptress-: not to say that I'm not happy that I get to write again…ok, anywho, enough about me, on with the chappie, enjoy!

Disclaimer: blahblahblah…don't own any hp characters or I wouldn't be here just dreaming about them…blahblahblah…

Chapter 4: Newfound Voices

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"I'm late! I'm late! I'm late!" yelled the panicking Head Girl, as she ran back into Her Head Girl compartment from Ron and Lavender's compartment, so worried about being late that she had presently forgotten about the previous incident that had occurred in the same place that she was currently trying find her robes and clothes.

:Got to hurry: thought the brunette as she hastily put on her Hogwarts robe over her skirt and blouse, running chaotically about, getting ready since the announcements came on 10 minutes ago, saying that there were 20 minutes left until they reached the school.

She had just finished closing her trunk when the train came to a sudden halt, stopping completely, at the same time, knocking her off her balance and landing face first into the hard floor.

"Oww…" She grimaced at the pain and tried to get up, using her arms to lift herself up, when her face lifted up to see two black shoes. She followed them up, looking at a robe, finally trailing up to see the Head Boy badge, and then into a face, looking into a pair of amused emerald orbs.

"Need some help there?"

She shook her head as if to shake herself out of the trance that she had been in and blushed, suddenly realizing that she had been checking him out, and that morning's incident replayed in her head, causing a brighter blush, if that was even possible.

She quickly stood up and straightened her robe, feeling quite self-conscious at the moment, then cleared her throat, feeling nervous again at the silence between them and that he had said nothing, only stood there looking her, his eyes seemed to hold a hint of mischief in them.

"Well…umm, let's get going huh, wouldn't want to be late," she told him, giving him a rather timid smile.

She started walking past him when a strong arm held her in place.

"Hang on Hermione," She heard him whisper.

Her heart seemed to increase, beating rapidly as she felt a calloused hand from years of playing Quidditch slowly caress her face.

: Move…stop him…do something: Her conscience screamed at her, but ever since that morning when she first met him in this same compartment, she seemed to have thrown caution to the wind, totally ignoring her conscience, feeling rather than thinking, something that she had never done in her 17 years.

"You have some hair stuck to your face," he whispered to her, gently pushing the few strands of hair that had clung to her face in her midst of rushing.

It seemed like a nice enough gesture, in fact, it looked like a very innocent gesture, a friendly one, merely helping out a friend and pointing something out that one's friend had not noticed.

But this gesture seemed different altogether. Hermione would never have thought that simply having Harry brush away the hair in her face would have such a…flustering effect on her.

:You shouldn't be feeling like this…he's…he's your best friend…:

:But maybe, just maybe, all along you've always known deep down that he's always been more than just your "best friend":

She was so confused, battling between which of the two voices in her head she should listen to.

:Merlin, I'm going insane:

Her thoughts seemed to have stopped abruptly as she felt his hand slide gently, slowly across her face, pushing away her hair. She looked up, only to find that his face was mere inches away from her own, his sweet breath mingling with hers. In the time that she was busy fighting with herself, he had stepped forward, closing the gap that once stood between them. All she had to do was stretch her hand out and she would be able to touch him.

:Don't think like this, he's just brushing away some hair, nothing else:

But, oh how it felt so nice. He should have been done by now. They should have been walking out of the compartment and onto school grounds by now. But instead, he was here, his hand still on her face.

There were no hair strands left in her face, only his hand on her cheek. She felt as if he had permanently burned that spot with his hand.

The way his hand was caressing her face, sliding slowly across her cheek, so sensually, so slowly, burning her face wherever he touched her. That was only half of what was distracting her.

She had gotten trapped within his emerald depths the moment she looked up, and now…she couldn't look away…didn't want to look away.

They twinkled with mischief and something else…she couldn't quite place her finger on it.

His smile no longer seemed friendly and innocent as she had once thought it to be. This smile was different. It teased her, daring her to give in to her desires.

She felt his hand move from her cheek down to her neck, ever so slowly, ever so lightly, causing her to have to bite her lip to hold back a moan.

:What's…what's happening to me: Was the last thing that she could think of.

He trailed down to her collarbone, hesitating for a moment before he moved it to her side, tracing her every curve, his emerald eyes darkening when he finally heard the moan that he had wanted to hear.

"Come on!"

The moment was broken when they heard that, probably from a student yelling to his friend.

:Merlin, I forgot! We're already here! Oh, we're so going to be late: Hermione thought, so caught up with Harry that she had completely forgotten where they were. She tried moving, but the had that had landed on her right hip remained.

"Harry…we have to go, we're going to be late" She said, cringing at how out of breath her voice sounded.

He only smiled at her before he leaned in closer to her.

"What are you do-"

"I do think this will be an interesting year for us," he whispered in her ear, his warm breath blowing teasingly on her neck, his voice holding so many promises, causing a shiver to go through her.

Before she could say anything else, he stepped back, looked at her flustered form, and opened the door to their compartment, and left.

:Did he just smirk at me? What happened to the Harry I knew and loved:

:Don't complain, it's not like he's done something that you haven't enjoyed…:

"Grrr…" She gave a frustrated, confused growl as she shock her head to clear herself of the two newfound voices in her head.

"I'm losing it big time," she mumbled to herself, as she quickly fixed her clothes and hair once more and left the compartment.

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Angel: Pheww! Well, hope you enjoyed this chappie! I have more ideas coming up so just review and the next chappie will be up before you know it! (Cookies for those who review:p )

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