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Chapter 2 – Late Night Visitor

Harry was in the Department of Mysteries again, he's been there every night since that one night when Sirius had fallen through the veil. He was fighting the death eaters with Neville and Hermione. And then the purple light hit her… Harry couldn't think, he couldn't breath, Neville was checking her pulse and Harry let out a breath he didn't know he was holding 'It's ok' he thought 'this is the part where Neville tells me she's not dead.' But the words that came out of Neville's mouth wasn't the ones Harry was expecting.

"She's dead." Neville said with tears in his eyes. "And it's all your fault. She told you it was a trap. Why didn't you listen?? WHY DIDN'T YOU LISTEN???"

He kept screaming at Harry, but he wasn't listening anymore, Hermione was dead, and it was his fault. So he fell to his knees while one single word came out of his mouth.

" NOOOO!!!!" He kept yelling with all his force but then he opened his eyes and saw that he was in his room. It was all just a dream and something had made him wake up, a noise, a popping noise.

'Oh, Merlin!' he thought starting to getting his mind working again 'There's someone here. Someone just apparated in my room. Great wards, Dumbledore!!' But when he had his glasses on and was starting to get his wand from the bedside table he felt someone fall on him crying and give him a bone-crushing hug. Then it all came clear to him as he relaxed and started soothing the sobbing girl on top of him.

"It's ok, Hermione." He whispered to her while rubbing her back and starting to cry himself. "I'm here, you're here, everything will be fine." And as he said those words it hit him that it was true, as long as they were together everything would be all right.

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After what seemed like a long time of just holding and comforting each other Harry decided it was time to ask what he wanted to know.

"So" he asked softly, lifting her head from his chest with a hand so he could look in her eyes. " Are you going to tell me what are you doing here??"

She have him a small nod and a shy smile. "Sorry, remember when I told you that I had this special project this summer??" He nodded. "Well, it was my apparition license. I didn't tell you before because I wanted to surprise you. Anyway, I wanted to visit you but I just couldn't pop in here during the day and risk getting caught by your relatives, so I decided to come after they were sleeping. So, that was what I did but when I came here and saw you screaming in you sleep I just kept thinking of everything that happened and how you have to be here with those horrible people with no one to comfort you …" She trailed off here because she was starting to cry again.

During her explanation Harry didn't say a word, he just kept looking a those warm chocolate brown eyes that showed so much worry for him, so much… love?? Yeah, that was it, he saw love in her eyes, and he wasn't sure if all that love was platonic, he was almost sure it wasn't, there was something else there, a fire, a spark, that kept calling for him. Telling him to come closer, telling him to kiss her tears away. And that left him really confused, did he want that? Did he want Hermione as more than friend? Was his love for her more than platonic? He didn't know. All he knew was that she was there laying on top of him, and he could feel her body against his and he could smell the scent of apples and honey in her hair and that all his blood was starting to go south.

He had to keep his thoughts away from Hermione, or things would start to get embarrassing. 'Ok, think disgusting things' he was still rubbing her back to comfort her but was now back at staring at the ceiling. 'Snape in a dress. Snape and Filch in a dress. Snape and Filch in a dress snogging' That's it, he could already feel the blood running normally in his body again, but his concentration was broken by Hermione talking to him.

"Harry?? Are you ok??"

"Huh?? Yeah, I'm fine." He answered without looking at her.

"The why are you staring at the ceiling?? Look at me, Harry. Talk to me." She said pleadingly.

He looked at her, and those eyes, he could get lost in those pools chocolate. But why was he feeling these things now? He had looked at her eyes before and nothing happened. Why did he wanted so much to kiss her when just a couple of months ago he had only eyes for Cho. He couldn't think about this now, he would have to wait until he was alone again.

"It's nothing, Hermione, really. I was just thinking about things and how lucky I am to have a friend like you." 'And how I'd be incredibly stupid to ruin everything by kissing you.'

Hermione smiled at him, a real smile know, and hugged him again. 'Looks like that was the right thing to say.'

"Oh, Harry!" She said squeezing him once more. "I'm the lucky one here. You are such a great friend. I missed you so much."

"Yeah, real lucky! Having a friend who yells at you, and don't listen to you and almost gets you killed. Very lucky indeed" He replied bitterly.

"Harry James Potter! Don't you dare say those things." She said in her most Molly Wesley voice. Than a lot more softer "You truly are a great friend, in fact, you are my best friend. Why do you think I'm here? Charity? I truly care about you, Harry. Don't you ever doubt that."

"Ok, I won't. I promise." He said with a small smile. Seeing his this Hermione smiled back.

Then they stopped talking. They were just staring at each other's eyes. Hermione on top of Harry, with her hands on his lightly toned biceps, looking at him as if for the first time and Harry under her with one hand on her back and the other gently caressing her cheek.

Then it happened, Harry didn't know who started it, all he knew was that he was kissing Hermione. His best friend Hermione and he were kissing. But he didn't wanted to think what this meant, he didn't want to think about the consequences. All he could think about was how soft her lips were against his, and how right this felt. This was nothing like his one and only kiss with Cho, that was awkward and weird, this was perfect. Harry could take this anymore, he slowly opened his mouth under Hermione's and she, following his lead, did the same. Their tongs met and they started exploring each other's mouths, tasting, and sucking, and nibbling. This wasn't a sweet innocent kiss anymore, it was passionate and hungry, like their lives depended on it. Hermione's hands were now in Harry's hair, making it, if possible, even messier and Harry's were pulling her to him, trying to get her closer. He wasn't caring anymore about his blood going south, because he was pretty sure all his blood were already concentrated there, and since Hermione didn't seem to mind (there was no way she wasn't feeling him pressing on her) why would he.

When they stopped a little to catch their breaths, Hermione voiced the question that was in Harry's mind.

"Harry?"

"Huh?" He answered planting kisses down her neck.

"What are we doing??" She asked before gasping when Harry started sucking on her neck.

"Kissing" Harry said simply and then as an after thought "Aren't you supposed to be the smart one??"

She slapped him playfully in the arm to get the big grin out of his face and started talking again a little exasperated. "I know THAT. What I want to know is what this means??"

He sighed and decided to try one last time to convince her to stop talk and keep kissing. "Well, we ARE kissing. So, that would mean…" he trailed off there and then finished in a hopeful tone "that we shouldn't be talking."

She looked at him for a moment, biting her lower lip as if considering very carefully what he had just said. Then she smiled brightly at him and leaned to kiss him again stopping briefly just inches from his mouth taking his glasses off. "I like the way you think, Potter." And as she captured his mouth in hers she could feel him smiling against her lips.

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A/N:And that was, chapter 2. What do you think?? Review!! Thanks to JuleSalat who reviewed.

PS: Don't worry, Jule. My mother language isn't english either, it's portuguese.