Prologue
"Good thinking with that Bezoar, Harry!"
"Thanks Hermione!"
"He could have died! Just think, no Ron!"
"Well I didn't want that did I!"
"You sound just a little sarcastic Harry!"
"Sorry, just a bit in shock!"
Harry and Hermione eventually reached the common room and rested next too the fire. It was midnight and clear moon was shining through the stain-glass window.
"Now wonder you're famous Harry!"
"What do you mean?"
"With all your courage and will!"
"I just get on with life"
Hermione edged closer to Harry and slid her hand over his.
"Your intelligence is astounding" She whispered, leaning towards his ear.
"You are much more intelligent than this!" Harry roared and ran over too a near-by sofa.
"I'm sorry Harry. But I have such feelings for you, I feel as though… we are meant to be!"
Harry glared into Hermione's deep green eyes. I saw the love in them. Harry fell for it, the girl was mad about him, but he also felt similar.
They lay on the sofa, kissing away the negative feelings. Hermione lay, bewildered in her happiness.
The next day, Hermione was a little distracted in lessons. Her hair a little ruffled. Harry and Hermione kept there relationship a secret, until it became obvious.