Disclaimer: Much to my displeasure, I do not own any of Harry Potter characters… Maybe it's better for them eheheh…

Warning: This is a fic containing yaoi so be warned reader, because the pairings are HP/DM and HG/RW

Note: This is a fic written from Hermione point of view, but I'll add some part in the normal POV because some of the scenes are not seen by her.

Note2: Yes I read Harry and the Blood Prince and I'm quite unhappy with it so I'm taking the liberty of writing like the events in this book never happened, so don't worry about spoilers.

Chapter 1: The Mystery

Maybe we need to put a little bit more of dragon claws and… oh! Hello to you! As you can guess, my name is Hermione Granger. I'm here to tell you the great story of the mystery I succeeded to unfold! Listen carefully, because this is the story of Harry and the secret admirer… I mean the story of the great Sherlock Hermione!

2 months before, Hermione POV

It was at the end of September, school was slowly taking its pace and we were on our sixth year. Harry had yet another time spent the summer at the Dursley's. He told me that he had a horrible summer.

'I hope next year he'll be able to spend summer at Ron's house or my house even. I'm so lucky that my parents are alive… Anyway I shouldn't think too much about that now, I have to get ready. Breakfast should be ready at anytime now…'

I should comb my bushy hair… Not that I consider my hair to be actually bushy, you know it's not THAT bad… I don't know why everyone seems to think it's a disaster… I used to think that, but the last two years did miracles to my hair. It's the joy of growing up… Yeah right… Anyways it's about time now, and I still need to pour water on Ron's face to wake him up or he'll miss breakfast. Again. He is such a total lazy ass… I mean… Did I say a bad word? You should hear Ron and Harry talk; THEY are much worse than me.

I went downstairs to take a glass; I poured water in it with the use of the Aguamenti spell.

As I was climbing the stairs, I saw Ron climbing down, dressed for one, and ready for breakfast. I was so shocked that I dropped the glass on him as he was climbing down. Oops. Sorry for that Ron, really… Anyways I don't have time to actually say it to him because there is still Harry up there. Lazy ass number two. Insert me rolling eyes here. I opened the door for the boy's dormitory and what a surprise. Harry is still sleeping. Well I could say that he had a hard summer so he needs to relax and sleep… Ron doesn't have any reason to sleep this late, usually he does and this morning I don't know what got into him to be that early, but Harry deserves to sleep. I'm feeling a little bit bad for what I'm going to do… Just a little bit.

'HARRY LOOK OUT, THERE'S A DEMENTOR!' I screamed.

Oh God, you missed something. It was so funny. I couldn't stop the laugh from escaping me when he jumped out of his bed in only his pajama's bottom and when he screamed to 'Go away! Spero Patronum!' miming the actiong of the spell to create a patronus, but missing his wand it just looked stupid. I was roaring with laugh. His face, red from anger now, just made me laugh harder. Am I mean? Maybe a little bit. Do I regret doing it? No way! It was so funny! I should apologize…

'Harry I'm s….' and here it is I couldn't stop laughing… I giggled a bit before taking my voice under control again. 'Harry I'm sorry but it was to tempting…'

'Do you think it's funny Hermione! Dementors aren't a joking matter!'

Crap. Now I'm feeling bad. What! Bad word again? Well, get used to it because I may not be the Hermione you think I am. I may seem bossy and nerd, but I'm not! Yes I do pretty good in class but that doesn't make me an angel you know. Besides, hanging with Ron and Harry for 5 years now you'd think that I would be a little more like them…

'No… I'm really sorry now Harry, I shouldn't joke about…'

'Only NOW! ONLY NOW!' Harry almost screamed, fuming.

I swear he is so easy to offend, he's worse than a girl on pms! He's acting like that 24 hours a day since the fifth year at Hogwarts. How annoying… I can't blame him though; I think he needs love… No really! I know what you are saying under your breath 'Bullshit' but I swear! Since the Cho Chang disaster after the Yule Ball and all, he's been rather down. We should try to find him someone who would love him for him and not for his celebrity. What! Me! No sorry, I don't love him that way… That's a pity though since he's so much good looking since this summer… But no… Yeah I'm sighing after the red-haired prat that is Ron. I know. I am so despaired. But who knows, maybe he'll mature after all these years…or maybe not. Oh God, stop looking at me like that! I'm being positive! And besides, I like his childish side… STOP GIVING ME THAT LOOK! He…just doesn't know it yet. He is far more to obsessed with Quidditch to even look at me. Humph. Yeah I'm jealous of Quidditch. SO WHAT?

Yeah, yeah I'm calming down. But come on! I'm not being very secretive with him! He is just soooo blind! I mean I'm practically saying it! I'm sure he doesn't even hear me when I am talking! Guys can be so stupid sometimes. Okay, okay! I'm acknowledging it I'm a little bit feminist. My friends don't really help there… But if Ron could open his eyes and look at me, he would see that I have a big red flashing banner saying 'Please go out with me' on my head.

Enough about me, we are here to try to get quickly to breakfast with my friends, right. As I was turning myself to see Harry, I just noticed that he was in his boxers; he had his pajama bottom in his hands. The red spread to my cheeks before I could stop it. I mean, without any lies, wouldn't every girl blush if the current handsome guy stripped in his boxers? He just shrugged as if it didn't even bug him and I walked quickly out of the room. He isn't even shy! Maybe it's because I'm a close friend, but still! In his boxers! Every guy right in his mind would care if a girl saw him in his boxers! If I wouldn't have behaved myself, I would have stared at him with my mouth open like a fish. I have to admit that his work out from Quidditch did quite a wonder to his chest… It's all flat and I saw the definite line of muscles… Do you think Ron's chest is like that too? And… Are his hairs down the navel red too? Oh God. I definitely did not say that.

What no! I'm not blushing like an idiot thinking about Ron's chest and his... Well, maybe I am… Anyways! I need to remember how to walk, that's it! One foot, then, an other… Hell, I'm good! So now I have to face the wrath of the wet prat. Remember? I dropped a glass of water on him just a while ago…

'Hermione, why did you do that?' Ron asked me.

I then decided to tell him the truth. Yeah it is sometimes hard to hear…

'Well, I dropped it on you because I was shocked to see you awake and dressed, err I mean, not that I am accustomed to see you not dressed, but…'

Crap. I really messed this up, didn't I?

'Eh…?' Was the intelligent response of the red-haired boy.

'I mean, I don't want to see you undressed… No, eh, I mean, what I really mean is that you aren't dressed this early usually…and'

'You know I understand now Hermione. No need to explain for three hours…' He said surprisingly.

'Oh my god! What a change!'

'Quit being sarcastic here.' Ron replied.

'But I'm not…'

Ron being unusually quick to understand, I didn't need to explain more. He went to change his shirt and climbed down the stairs with a dressed Harry.

I am not disappointed, I swear! Well, only a little… But not more! Oh I know, I shouldn't swear if it's not true, but really! Only a little bit!

The three of us went at the Great Hall to (finally) eat breakfast. When we sat down, I listened only with one ear the boring conversation about Quidditch Ron had (again) with Harry. It seems like I wasn't the only one bored, Harry wasn't listening too and Ron didn't even notice it… He was looking with a bored face at the Slytherin table. WHAT! The slytherin table! Why is he even looking there with that bored face? He was so deep in his thoughts that he didn't even saw me looking at him and at the Slytherin table… He looks… like he is searching something… or … someone perhaps? And that's when I saw Draco Malfoy. The worst big mouth prat stupid jerk I ever met. I also have to admit that summer did wonder to him too but… wait. This is MALFOY we are talking about. So it's him he's looking at. Ah they locked eyes. Hey, why is Harry grinning like a winner? Since when was he happy again! And because of Malfoy! No way…

There is a mystery to unfold and I, Sherlock Hermione, need to discover it!