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She stood in the doorway not believing the sight in front of her, it was so beautiful. The sunlight poured through the huge arched windows and bathed the sheets with daylight. The scarlet hangings were drawn back behind the boy letting the morning beams cradle him in its warm embrace. His hair was tousled and his face so relaxed, so childlike though he was almost a man, he deserved the title for no other man had to endure the pain of losing family and friends over and over to the same foul creature that had once been human and had a heart of it's own. That scar would always remind him of all the hurt, how she wished she could make it all better, had gone through it instead of this fallen angel. If she could just kiss him until the pain was gone, until the world around them disappeared.
But they were friends she shouldn't be thinking that way they were practically brother and sister caring for each other but always goofing off and playing jokes. Besides, she had no idea how Harry felt. Could he actually feel something for her? The mousy friend who has been there when he was always in need? She didn't want to jeopardize their friendship or make him feel uncomfortable.
/It's just a crush. You'll get over it soon and then everything will go back to normal. / She knew she was wrong these feelings were so strong they were tearing the poor girl apart, but now she would have to put her feelings aside and put his into consideration. /There's no way he could like me I'm just his friend and that's enough. /
She moved over to the bed and sat down on the very edge of it. Hermione looked around, everyone that would be there to question her presence was gone, even Ron who always stayed back on the holidays so Harry wouldn't be lonely, but his parents demanded he be at Charlie's wedding. She didn't know the girl or her name, all she knew is that she is a very pretty girl and met Charlie while rescuing a nest of dragon eggs from a pack of wolverines. She had to laugh, /what a weird way to meet the person you are going to spend the rest of your life with, / she sighed, /it's two in the afternoon. I think I should wake Harry up so he can get something to eat. /
She placed her hand on the side of his smooth cheek, pulling it over his perfect features stopping at his lips. Running her fingers over them she thought of all the things she longed to do so badly, but she knew she could not, a friendship was at risk.
"Harry?" She had only said his name and her heart beat faster, so fast in fact she thought it might jump right out of her chest.
"What?" He was still so tired he did not realize who was in the room. When he opened his eyes he was startled, for he thought he had seen an angel. The auburn hair fell over her shoulders hovering above his face; the morning light coming from the windows made her snow-white glow and gave her a golden halo, her chestnut eyes soft and comforting. Not believing he reached out to tough the being and his hand rested upon her cool pale cheek. Harry sat up and blinked a few times and found his angel was none other than Hermione.
"Harry? Are you okay?"
He placed his hand in his lap and sat there saying nothing for a moment, just staring at the girl in front of him. She was so beautiful, why had he not noticed this earlier? He felt so stupid, he had almost kissed her! Could he have feelings for HERMIONE?
/What am I thinking? Hermione is my friend. FRIEND! Just calm down. I'm just tired that's all. I don't love her I'm just tired; I'm confused when I'm tired. /
"Harry, are you alright?" He nodded. "You don't look so good. You should get something to eat before they stop serving lunch."
"Lunch?"
"Yes Harry. It's 2 right now."
"Right," he threw the covers off himself and jumped out of bed. "Well, if you don't mind I'd like to change."
"Oh!" Hermione blushed, she had forgotten where they were and that Harry was still in his pajamas. "I'll wait for you in the Common Room then?" He nodded; she walked out of the room and shut the door softly behind her.
/Keeping my feelings a secret might be a little harder than I'd hoped. /