HarryPotterknoitall – Yes well, that is what my friends tell me too. Here is a chapter to prove it.

OOOO... I apologize if any of this so Shakespearean or complicated at the beginning. I was at play practice for the Taming of the Shrew, when I wrote this.

Sorry it took a couple of day but I had to do a National History Day paper… Now on with the chappie…

P.S. thoughts are in italics

Chapter 6.1 – Dreams, Cheers, and Temper-Tantrums

The next week passed uneventfully for the Trio. They were all a little jumpy at the prospect of Sirius' reaction. They also were quite excited about the up-and-coming Quidditch Match: Gryffindor vs. Slytherin. The plans had been laid and the charms put in place for the most elaborate prank yet, of Ron's devising. No one had ever tried something like the prank they were preparing. As Saturday drew near, the excitement and tension grew.

After dinner on Friday, Hermione could be found in the library pouring over a large stack of books. The later it got the heavier her eyes grew, until, without even realizing it, she nodded off. Moments later, she opened her eyes to see Harry walking toward her.

"Hey, 'Mione" He said very softly, sitting down beside her. "Watcha doing?" He leaned forward slightly and stared her in the eyes.

"Um…I…Well, I was, erm, doing some homework?" Hermione spluttered. Why am I is stumbling over my words with Harry, of all people? She tilted her head and stared back at him. He smirked, wickedly, and leaned in farther.

"Need a break? I'll help you …relax, if you want." Harry asked, raising a suggestive eyebrow.

The entire time he was talking he had been slowly inching closer; he was so close she could feel his warm breath tickling against her skin. She gasped and closed her eyes. Within seconds, she felt his cool lips brush along her jaw. Her breathing quickened. 'What is going on?' she thought. 'What is Harry doing… Hell, what am I doin—Ooooh! Oh who cares? Merlin! Where did he learn that?'

Harry had just taken her earlobe in his mouth and began to suck. He let go and moved until his mouth rest against Hermione's. She felt his tongue flick out and caress her lower lip. She opened her mouth in surprise and he slipped in. "Harry! What the hell are…Oh Merlin!" she groaned softly in his ear as Harry's hand had snaked up under her shirt to caress her flesh.

He pulled away and looked at her. "'Mione, I think you should wake up now!"

She opened her eyes with a jerk and sat up. She looked around to see what had caused her to awaken, but found nothing. "Merlin! My life is so confusing!"

With that, she got up and left the library, feeling very dissatisfied and disappointed.

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Just about the time Hermione was dozing off in the library, Harry was doing the same thing in the Gryffindor Common Room. He had tried to do his Potions essay (which means he pulled it out, wrote his name on the paper, and looked at it for like 10 second before putting it away again), but that hadn't worked. Now he was sitting in one of the big armchairs that the S-G Marauders had claimed, one of the ones by the fire. He was relaxing with his eyes closed and fell right off to sleep.

Suddenly he opened his eyes, got up and went walking to the library, looking for someone. He spotted Hermione and went and sat down next to her. She looked so beautiful and peaceful. He heard himself softly saying, "Hey, 'Mione. Watcha doing?"

She turned to stare at him with big, innocent, wonderful eyes. "Um…I…Well, I was, erm, doing some homework?" She faltered, as if she was not sure why he was there. Harry smirked, trying his best interpretation of Sirius's wolfish (oops that should be Remus's ha-ha… no he's the other type) grin. He leaned in more, wanting her to know what he was feeling. Wanting her to want him, because he wanted her so much… Wait, this is Hermione, what am I doing?

"Need a break? I'll help you …relax, if you want." He said suggestively, then paused, shocked at himself. He had been inching closer without realizing. He was going to say he'd help her carry all her book back to the common room, but he had caught sight of her sharp tongue darting out to lick her lips and the end had just sorta slipped out. She gasped then and closed her eyes, a barely visible smile on her delicious lips. Delicious? What the Hell?... Oh screw it. Harry leaned in closer brushing soft kissed across jaw and up to her ear. He took her lobe into his mouth and began to suck slowly on it. He heard a sharp intake of breath and smiled. Next, he moved his attention to her lips. Merlin! I wonder if she has any idea what she is doing to me? Shit!

Somehow, in the course of their little make-out session, her hand had found it's way onto his thigh. She massaged it (his thigh, not what your thinking, that comes next…hehe), as her hand moved higher on his leg. She accidentally brushed against him (if you know what I mean…wink, winknudge, nudge) and he felt himself grow even harder. What the hell is happening, we are just friends, Hermione doesn't turn me on; well apparently she does, but still. His thoughts were all running together. By this time, they were seriously sucking face, playing tonsil-hockey, Frenching, having tongue wars, whatever you what to call it. Harry, who had initiated the kiss, caressed the inside of Hermione's mouth and her tongue with his own, tasting her.

While Hermione was unknowingly touching him, Harry had un-tucked her shirt and slipped his hand up under the hem of it. His fingertips caressed her silky skin and she groaned softly into his mouth, saying, "Harry! What the hell are…Oh Merlin!" He smiled against her lips. He knew she felt the same, now. He knew she wanted him as much as he wanted her. His hand slid higher on her waist, but she pulled away. "Harry, you should probably wake up now. I'm coming down the hall and you keep saying my name."

His eye flew open and he was in the common room, in the armchair by the fire. "Fuck! What the fucking hell was that!" he said quietly to himself. He slumped down in the chair, feeling very dissatisfied and disappointed.

He heard the portrait hole open and turned to look. Hermione walked in. He blushed slightly. She came over and sat in the chair next to his.

"Ummm, hi."

"Hi" he replied, softly. He looked straight into her eyes.

At the same time they said, "I had the strangest dream, just now."

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The next part of this chapter will be up soon, but I really wanted to post this so I could get reactions. Soooo Review, please.