Summary: This fic takes place during Hermione's 5th year. Confessions arise during a rainy day. For all you girls out there who find yourself falling for your best friend.
A/N: I don't own anything except the poem.
Catch Me
Chapter 1: Je t'aime, Harry
I don't know what to do
I didn't think I'd fall for you
Now I'm head-over-heels pour tu.
So just, tell me when to stop tumbling
'cause I can't really see straight
Now all you have to do is smile,
And I'm weak in the knees
Catch me, just catch me
I'm falling for you
Catch me, please catch me
I don't know what to do
Catch me, just catch me
Don't let me fall
Into those
Emerald green eyes
Catch me, please catch me
Don't let me drift away
Catch me, just catch me
'cause now I'm falling for you
Catch me
How can I let this happen? I've known you since we were children. You've always been so close to me. It seems like just yesterday, that I met you on the train. It took me merely seconds to realize that you were Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived. You're still the same boy I knew all those years ago, only, you aren't such a bean pole anymore.
But you know, something has defiantly changed in you. It's to be expected, these resent years you've been faced with death countless times. Your eyes, they've begun to grow more and more serious as time goes by. When I first met you, they used to play with every word you said. Now your humor's still there but things aren't as they used to be.
Hermione picked up her quill and began to reminisce, gazing out the window as the rain fell on the pane. Crookshanks was busy messing with a newly found cricket on the floor, looking ready to pounce. Hermione thought back to last year; watching the Durmstrang carriage soar off to the north.
---Flashback---
"Everything's going to change now isn't it?" she asked Harry.
"Well…, yes." Harry replied simply as he looked intently into her light brown eyes.
---End Flashback---
His answer stayed with her for the longest time. Life as she knew it was going to change for the rest of her life, and yet as much as it sacred her Harry's simple yet truthful answer was reassuring. Oh, his smile was even more reassuring. It made her feel weak in the knees even now as she thought back on it.
Lately Hermione found her mind wandering off where it didn't belong, seeing as Harry was going out with Cho. She would glance at him at find herself daydreaming about him. Sometimes, when the wind blew just right, she would imagine what it would be like to tussle his dark brown hair.
"Oh, what am I going to do with you Harry?" she questioned the empty room. Or was it?
"Dunno. What are you going to do with me?" said a smug voice from behind.