A/N: Thank you to everybody who reviewed or read my story. This chapter is going to be about the second day for tryouts.

Disclaimer: I own the plot... and some characters, but nothing else, everything else; JK Rowling owns the other stuff... YAY!

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Chapter 5-

After Harry had helped Hermione practice for the second night of the tryouts, the two got hungry. Harry went over to the Fridge and got out to bottles of butter beer.

"Here you go," Harry said as he handed a tired Hermione a bottle of butter beer.

"Thanks Harry... For every thing," Hermione said giving Harry a thankful smile.

"No problem, whatever you need, I got your back!" Harry said returning Hermione's smile with a lopsided one instead. "What do you want to eat?"

"What do we have?"

"Umm...How about Pizza?" Harry asked as he rummaged through the freezer, that was connected to the fridge.

"Sounds good, but do we have time to cook it?" Hermione asked taking a sip from her butter beer.

Harry looked at the watch that was hanging over the couch, "Dinners at 5, and right now, its 4:45. We could always skip dinner; the tryouts are after dinner..."

"Alright, that sounds good," Hermione said going over to a bookcase. "Was this always here?"

"Ummm I don't know, I don't remember a bookcase in here," Harry said scratching the back of his head. Harry then turned back to the oven and placed the Pepperoni Pizza inside. "What time does dinner end at?" Harry asked closing the oven door.

"At 6, why?" Hermione asked as she walked over to the couch and put her head on the arm of the couch.

"Well, the pizza will finish cooking at around 5:15... And if you need to go back to the common room to change..." Harry said ending his sentence awkwardly.

"Um... Don't worry about it Harry," Hermione said and smiled, from behind the book.

Harry walked over to an armchair and sat down. 'Wow, I never noticed how Hermione looked so... pretty. Well she was always pretty, but I never realized it until... now. Okay, that's not true, I've realized that for about three years, but I've always been able to keep the feeling down, but now I can't. Every time I tried, the always resurface, and they've been getting worse.'

'The way the light from the fire is hitting her, makes her look so angelic.' Harry continued to think.

'Whoa! Slow down Potter, this Hermione you're talking about! She's your best friend; she probably doesn't even feel the same for you.' Harry's other voice said. 'Screw Off, can't I just fantasize? You still can't feel anything for her! Yeah...Wait! Why can't I feel anything for Hermione?' Harry questioned himself. 'Because! She's your best friend! Yah so what? So she only has friendly feelings for you. And how do you know that? Hah see you can't answer that! I win! Well, if you like Hermione, why don't you have any songs about her? Probably because of Voldemort, and everything else that has been happening to my life!'

Harry did not know how to answer the question that his brain had asked him, all he could think of was Voldemort, but he wanted to check his book, just incase. Harry quickly stood up, walked over to the stage where Hermione was singing, and grabbed his bag. He then carried it over to the big, red, comfy armchair and sat down. Harry rummaged through his bag, while getting a confused look from Hermione, "Harry, what are you looking for?"

"Oh, I'm looking for... Aha!" Harry exclaimed, "This, it's my song book."

"Wow, that's a lot of songs," Hermione said looking at the scribbler.

"Yah, there's just so much stuff to write about," Harry said as he flipped through the book. Hermione just smiled and went back to her book.

"Hmmm...No, that's not it, nope, no... Aha!" Harry mumbled. "Okay, one... two...three...four...five...six, seven, eight, nine...twenty!"

"Harry, are you aright?" Hermione asked looking at Harry concerned.

"Erm... Yeah, just looking for something," Harry lied. 'Great, now she thinks your mental! Shut up you stupid voice! Ha! I have twenty songs of Hermione BURN! One more won't hurt; I just got hit with some lyrics.'

Harry then got out a quill and dipped it with ink and began to write, but before he started, he went over and laid on the bed.

Hermione looked over at Harry, who was now over on the bed writing something, 'Awww! He looks so cute, look at him. He's looks so cute when he's thinking. Hermione! Get over it it's not like he likes you or anything. Don't ruin the moment you stupid conscious thing!'

"I won't let another minute go to waste...hmmm..." Harry mumbled to himself.

'He's probably writing another song... hmmm wonder what he's writing about...' Hermione thought to herself. Hermione looked at the clock and saw that it was 5:17.

"Harry, do you want me to get the pizza?" Hermione asked.

"Umm, no it's alright, I'll get it," Harry said as he closed his scribbler and stuffed it into his bag.

Harry walked over to the oven; he then slipped on some oven mitts and took out the pizza. "Looks good!"

Hermione laughed when she walked over to and saw his face. There was some ink on his face, and to top it off, he was wearing pink oven mitts, with daisies on them.

"And what is so funny Miss. Granger?" Harry asked while cutting the Pizza.

"You got ink on your face, and pink oven mitts," Hermione giggled.

"Well, don't you think the ink increases my wonderful features and only real men wear pink!" Harry said laughing.

"Well then Mr. Potter, I think you make yourself sound like Malfoy," Hermione teased.

"Haw dare you compare me to that little ferret?" Harry asked in mock outrage. "I'll show you to compare me with him."

Harry then picked Hermione up around the waist and threw her on the extra cushiony bed. After that, Harry jumped on top of the bed too, and started to tickle Hermione.

"HARRY!" Hermione shrieked as Harry tickled one of her sensitive spots.

Harry just laughed and kept on tickling her, when some how, Hermione flipped Harry. Hermione was straddling Harry's waist and tickling his sides, one of his most ticklish spots.

"Her- Herm- Mione!" Harry laughed and shouted at the same time. Harry grabbed Hermione's small hands and put them down to her sides. Hermione and Harry were both still laughing when Hermione slipped onto the floor.

"Hermione!" Harry shouted as he grabbed her by the waist. Harry caught her and pulled her up onto the bed while rolling. That surely got them into another awkward position, major Deja Vu! Harry was on top of Hermione; Harry all of a sudden had an urge to kiss Hermione. Harry tried very hard, not to, but he failed, his hormones were getting the best of him.

Harry leaned down and gave Hermione a sweet, but simple kiss. Quickly as it happened, it stopped. No matter how much he wanted to continue, he was too afraid of Hermione's response. 'Well, isn't it to late to be afraid of Hermione's response? You already kissed her.'

"Erm... I'm sorry, it just happened so fast, I couldn't-" Harry started to ramble on and on until Hermione placed her index finger on his lips.

"I hope you really aren't sorry, I've been waiting for you to do that..." Hermione said smiling a small smile.

Harry smiled sheepishly and said, "Really?"

Hermione just nodded and leaned up to give Harry another kiss.

Aww! That's so sweet! Yah, this chapter didn't happen like it was suppose to, I guess it just got better, HARRY AND HERMIONE ARE TOGETHER! YAY! LOL!

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