Chapter 4

--Sneaking Out--

Disclaimer: Same as on the 1st chapter…still hasn't changed!

A/N: Thanks again for the great reviews! I'm glad you guys like my story : and I'm sorry if I leave you guys without an update for too long…I have Guard, school, and a job…and friends…so I don't have that much time on my laptop anymore…but I'll do what I can! Sorry it's short, but enjoy! On with Chapter 4!

1:00 a.m.

Hermione lay in her bed staring at the ceiling which had been charmed to appear as a pitch black sky filled with bright stars. Her mind filled with millions of questions and thoughts about what happened earlier that night. Did Fleur notice that when she went to kiss my cheek that she missed? Does she know that she kissed me? And…and somehow…somehow I'm not freaking out like I should be. I wonder if she did it on purpose...no…or…or did she? Hermione rolled over and looked at her clock. It's really late. I should really get some sleep. I wonder if she's sleeping. Why do I keep thinking about her? She's probably asleep. I'm sure she is. I'm sure she's been asleep all night, unlike me. I wish I could sleep. I wish I could stop thinking. She sighed and rolled over again onto her back and stared back up at the stars.

Do I like her? No, that's silly. I'm not gay. I'm not gay. I am not gay. I am…am I? Hermione sat up in her bed. Do I like Fleur? She sat there for a moment. I need to see her. Right now. She got out of bed. And threw on a housecoat. She quietly tiptoed down to the Gryffindor commons room and looked in the closet that was located beside the fireplace. She pushed through a few things and found a box in the back and opened it. Harry's invisibility cloak, he won't mind if I borrow it. She turned around to make sure no one was there then threw it on. And began to head down to the Ravenclaw area.

1:00 a.m.

I can't sleep. There's no point in it. I should just give up. Fleur sat up in her bed. She drew the curtains around her bed and picked up her glasses and a book. Oh well, if I can't sleep then I may as well just read. She sat there for a moment or two. I don't really feel like reading though. Ya know, I think I'll just go down to the commons area, maybe relax in front of the fireplace or something. So she got out of bed, slid into her housecoat and quietly tip-toed into the commons area. She sat down on the couch sideways. She pulled her legs up and had her arms folded over her knees. I want to see you. A slight frown crept upon her face as she sat there, staring at the dancing blazes of fire. She sighed then closed her eyes.

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Hermione approached the Ravenclaw portrait. Oh dear…I don't know the password.

"I swear…the headmasters come up with the absolute stupidest passwords for these dorm rooms. 'leprechaun' that's a ridiculous password." The portrait quietly ranted to herself. Leprechaun? Is that the password? She wondered.

"Leprechaun." Hermione spoke. The portrait looked around, but didn't see anyone. "Leprechaun." She spoke again.

"Who's there?" The portrait strained her eyes trying to find the mysterious voice.

"I said Leprechaun, now are you going to open up and let me in or not?" Hermione said, losing patience.

"Alright…but…where are you?" The portrait opened up.

"Going through you. Thanks!" Hermione entered the Ravenclaw area. She quietly creep walked until she made her way to the commons area. And then she saw her. The French, blonde girl, there, sitting on the couch. Is she talking to herself?

"Can't believe I met her. It's so weird meeting someone I really like who…well…isn't a guy. I can't believe I'm saying this. Oh dear, what would my mother say?" Fleur whispered to herself. Hermione began to walk closer to her. "Why do I like her? I've what…talked to her for one night? And…I wonder if she noticed…but I…I think I kissed her earlier."

Ha! I knew it. I knew she kissed me. Whoa, wait. Why am I happy about this? Am I happy about this? Should I tell her I'm here, I mean, it is a little rude to impose like this and listen to her talking when she has no clue that I am here, I mean this is just as bad as eavesdropping. Right? Hermione refocused on what Fleur was saying.

"I want to see her. I'm not sure why. But I really want to see her. Oh, Hermione dear." Aww…maybe I should tell her I'm here. I wanted to see her…wait…why did I want to see her? Hermione wondered for a moment or two. She looked at Fleur, she could now she her face, see her eyes, her skin. I know why I'm here. Because I'm feeling the same way about her as she is me. "Oh, what I would do to see you right now." Aww, man. Should I let her know I'm here?

"I should go back to bed. I'm very tired. And I need to get some sleep. Sitting in here talking about her isn't gonna make her magically appear." Oh if you only knew…Fleur stood up and began walking back to her room. Hermione walked over to the couch where Fleur had been sitting and sat down. She slumped down on the couch, still covered by the cloak, and leaned her head up against the back of the couch. Maybe I should have told her I was here. Does she really like me? Me? Of all people she could like…and she likes…me? Hermione just laid there for a few minutes. After a while, she began to doze off.

"Hermione, what are you doing? Why are you being like this, I thought you liked me"

"I do Ron."

"Hermione, don't you like me?"

"Fleur?"

"Hermione, what are you doing? You aren't gay."

"Stop it Ron. Don't try to control me."

"Who is he Hermione, why do you keep talking to him? Come with me, we can be together…"

"I don't know if I can, I don't know if I'm ready."

"I'll take care of you, I promise."

"Don't listen to her, Hermione. You know I'm the man of your dreams."

"Don't listen to him, Hermione. I can take care of you better than he could even imagine."

"I…I don't know."

"Hermione, please."

"Come on, Hermione. We've been friends for 4 years, no one knows you better than I do."

"Stop it. Both of you."

"Oui. As you wish my dear."

"No, not until you're mine."

"Stop it, Ron. Why do you always have to be like this? I'm not your property or something. Leave me alone."

"Come with me, Hermione, I'll give you the freedom and happiness he could never have given you."

"I don't know what to do…"

"Pick one of us."

"Pick one…come on, Hermione."

"Oh…I…I pick-"

Hermione jumped up out of her dream. She looked at her watch, it was almost 6 am. She rushed out of the Ravenclaw commons room and rushed back up to the Gryffindor tower and back into her own bed. She put the invisibility cloak under her bed for the time being. It was safe there with her stuff. She crashed her head back down onto her pillow and quickly fell back asleep for the remaining time until her alarm clock would go off, re-awakening her.