Authors note: Hi everyone! I'm really sorry about not updating sooner. I got bored of this story so I put up a new story, and I was really disappointed with the response to it. Maybe if you're feeling really nice, you could go and review it? Anyway, I'm sorry if that last chapter offended anyone, I wasnt really sure about it. Hermiones weight was a problem for some, but 80 pounds wasn't her real weight you understand, it was just what Parvati magicked her into so she wouldn't crush Harry. I really wasn't sure what was acceptable, because I'm only 4 feet 11 inches, and weigh 75 pounds. Pretty sad for a freshman, huh? And the skirt thing, They were already walking up to the boys and Hermioned left her wand behind, so she couldn't do anything about it. And just so yall know, I would never ever wear a skirt that short! I'm very like Hermione, in case you hadn't noticed. Thanx everyone! Love yall!

Harry's POV

Seamus, Dean, Neville ron and I were sitting in the crowded common room when ginny, Lavender, Parvati, and Hermione walked up. Ginny tool the one available seat, which was next to ron on the couch, and Lavender and Parvati sat on the floor in front of Dean and Seamus chairs. Hermione walked up to me and sat on my leg, delicately crossing her legs. I put my arm around her waist and rested my hand on her leg.

"Hermione, that skirt is really short. Its not like you." Dean said. Hermione glared at him. "I know. Lavender 'fixed' it." She used her fingers to quote the word.

"I like it." I said, smiling. "You can finally see your legs."

Hermione prodded her elbow into my ribs playfully.

"What? I t was a compliment!" I said in my own defense.

"Oh god. Harry, just ask her out already and get it over with." Seamus said with a roll of his eyes.

"What?"

"Yeah. If this is what you act like when you're not dating, I hate to think what you'd act like if you were." Dean said.

"Oh Honestly!" Hermione said. "Were friends!

"I don't see you sitting on rons lap and flirting with him." Neville said.
"Were not flirting!" Hermiones face was getting pink.

"You're just jealous because you're all pathetic saps who don't have friends." I said, trying to keep a strait face. "Come on Hermione, we don't have to deal with this. Our own friends have turned against us." She got off my lap, I picked up my broom from where it had been leaning against a chair, and we began to head for the portrait hole. I hesitated before putting an arm around her waist. Before, such a gesture would have meant nothing to either of us, but now it seemed to have more meaning. As soon as we were out of earshot, we started to laugh.

"Harry, you are just too much." Hermione said.

"I know." I said. "Hey, did you see Ritas article?" Hermione stopped laughing, but she didn't look angry. "Yes."

"What did you think?"

"Complete rubbish as usual, but…"

"But what?" I prompted, guiding her towards the door.

"But it's a really good picture of us." She said.

"I thought so too."

"I mean, don't laugh at me, but I thought for a minute that I understood why people say wed make a great couple. L don't know, just as two images, we look so perfect together. But love has to be based on so much more than that, don't you think, Harry?"

"I don't know Hermione. I don't think love is something you plan." Especially because I so wasn't expecting these little 'feelings' that were coming to my stomach right then. "But I get what you mean about us looking good together. I noticed it too." I said as we descended the stone steps into Hogwarts. We stepped across the dewy grass, heading for the shores of the lake.

"Mione, wed better stop doing stuff like this if we really don't like those articles."

Hermione stopped at the edge of the water and looked at me sideways. "In case you haven't noticed, Harry James Potter, I really don't care what people think of me."

I smiled. "In that case, Miss Granger, would you fancy a broom ride with me?" She bit her lip.

"I don't know, Harry, you know how I am with heights."

"I promise, I wont let anything happen to you, 'Mione." I said seriously. She looked up at me and nodded. "Okay." I smiled and held up my broom. "Get on." I saw her hesitate, and said, "Come on Hermione, you're an Enchantra. You're going to have to learn to like flying sometime."

She smiled. "Good point." She swung a leg over the broom, sitting down. I got on behind her and put my arms around her to hold the broom. I pushed off and we shot off into the sky. I heard Hermione gasp. I saw her eyes were closed. "Open your eyes Hermione." I said softly. She did.

"Oh, Harry, its so beautiful! That sunset is amazing. I can see why you come up here, its so peaceful and serene. Sort of makes you forget all your problems." She gazed off into the setting sun and snuggled comfortably against me. I shivered involuntarily, Weird because it was a really warm afternoon. The only reason I could come up with was Hermione sitting in front of me. Stupid hormones. I don't know, maybe all those articles are getting to my head. I shook my head to clear it, and took off at high speed, causing Hermione to squeal.

"Harry, how can you see where you're going?"

"I cant. Just enjoy the ride." I whispered in her ear.

AN: Okay, this is totally random, but I just remembered this awesome fic where someone asks Harry what he hates most about Hermione and he says: When she says honestly. And then the person asks what he likes most about her, and he says: When she says honestly. Haha! Its cute. Anyway, if you want to read it, its called Keeping with the company, and its done, FIY.