Hermione had been watching from her window wondering when Prince Harry was going to return from the village.
"Hermione?"
"Huh? Did you say something Ron?"
"I've been saying something for the past 5 minutes. What's the matter with you?"
Hermione didn't hear what Ron had said. Her mind was completely on Prince Harry. Why isn't he back yet? I hope nothing happened to him.
"Are you listening?" Ron finally decided to get up and drag her away from the window. She shrieked when he grabbed her arm.
"What are you doing?" Hermione asked.
"Taking you away from the window before either one if us goes crazy. He'll be back any minute."
"I don't know what's wrong with me. I've never acted this way over someone before," said Hermione as she sat on her bed.
"Maybe it's because he's the only Prince that's treated you like an actual person rather than an object."
"I wonder if he fancies me."
"Now you're starting to scare me. I've never heard you say anything like that before."
"Well, there's a first time for everything. Maybe being in love won't be as bad as I always thought it would be."
"I never thought I'd live to hear the intelligent Hermione Granger say such a thing," said Ron before leaving her room.
Harry dismounted his horse. He grabbed his belongings and was met by a servant.
"This way your highess," the servant said.
"Thank you," said Harry. They walked through the palace. Harry was admiring the suits of armor and the paintings on the walls until he bumped into something, or rather someone.
"Oh excuse me," said Harry.
"No problem. You're Prince Harold aren't you?"
"Yes I am. Just call me Harry. You must be Prince Ronald," Harry extended his hand for a handshake.
"Call me Ron," he said as he took Harry's hand. "Well, I have to go but good luck."
"Thank you."
They had walked through a few more halls before coming to the one with the chamber he would be staying in. The servant merely pointed to which door his room was through and Harry thanked him.
Harry had set his things down and stared at the painting of Hermione that was in the hallway. It must've been painted at least a year ago. The portrait captured her beauty in detail. He had been staring at it for at least 3 minutes until he realized that he needed to get some rest. He picked up his things again and had forgotten which room the servant had pointed to.
This could be a problem…
Hermione had been lost in her thoughts for about 15 minutes since Ron left. Prince Harry was the only thing on her mind. She wondered how she would act around him. She realized how late it was and decided to change into her night garments. She had just taken off her dress and was in nothing but her undergarments when she heard the door open. She suddenly gasped as she saw Prince Harry.
"Oh!" Harry was startled as he saw Hermione in her undergarments. "I am so sorry."
Hermione grabbed her cover and quickly covered herself. She couldn't say anything. All she could so was stare at him with a beat red face.
"I apologize Princess," said Harry as he was about to close the door. Hermione suddenly realized that she should say something.
"Wait! It's a simple mistake." Hermione grabbed the handle of her door so that Harry wouldn't close it. She had already put on her cover. "You're room is probably the guest room next to mine. This isn't the first time it's happened," she said with a smile.
"Really?" Harry looked up at her and their eyes met.
"Well, no one's ever walked in on me while I was changing, but they have walked into my chamber thinking it was the guest chamber." She looked at Harry and they both began to laugh. After a few minutes of talking Harry realized that it was late for him to be in Hermione's chamber.
"Well, I must go now Princess. I don't mean to keep you from your rest." Harry got up and began to leave when Hermione suddenly stood up.
"Wait! Please wait. You don't have to leave. Why don't you stay in here and talk to me? I never really have anyone to talk to besides Ron and he's not here right now."
"All right then," said Harry as he sat in a chair beside Hermione's bed. "But only if you insist."
"I do," she said.
They talked for hours into the night. Somehow they both ended up asleep on Hermione's bed. They told each other almost everything. Harry was interested in every detail about Hermione's life and kept wanting to know more. They were already falling in love with each other. Harry had woken up with Hermione's head on his chest. He carefully removed her head and softly placed it on the pillow. Before he left her room., he took one last look at her, smiled, and closed the door. He went to bed that night with the biggest smile on his face.
