A/N: Sorry it took awhile to update. My stupid school decided to have Spring Break two weeks early (No, I'm not some school freak who dreads vacations from school. I just would rather wait just a little longer for Spring Break than wait that much longer for the end of school). I have four projects due by next Monday. Here's the fourth chapter.

Chapter 4: Open your eyes…. surprise?

Hermione opened her eyes. It was then that she realized that she was no longer in the Great Hall. She wasn't in her own bed. No, she was in one of the Hospital Wing's beds.

Aah-choo! She couldn't stop the humongous sneeze from coming. "That's strange. I don't remember having a cold." she thought curiously. "And what am I doing in the Hospital Wing?" It must have been at least two in the morning. "What happened?" she said aloud.

She went to reach up and touch the back of her head when she finally realized that someone was holding her hand. That someone was fast asleep in the chair next to her and his glasses were about to fall off.

"Oh Harry, you look so peaceful when you sleep." His usual stress lines on his forehead were no longer there. Madame Promfrey must have put a pillow behind his head because it was there resting underneath his head. With her left hand (because Harry was holding on to her right), she reached up and felt the back of her head.

To her surprise, there was no bump. It didn't even hurt. "That's odd. I could have sworn that someone hit me in the back of the head." So if there was no head injury of any kind, why was she in the Hospital Wing? It just didn't make sense. Just then, Harry begun to stir.

"Mione, you're awake." Harry whispered as he gave her hand a gentle squeeze. "I wouldn't have thought that you'd be awake so soon."

"Harry, why am I here? I don't seem to remember why. I can't quite put the dots together."

"You're in for pneumonia. When you ran out of the common room, Ron and I didn't think much of it. We thought that you went off to the library or something of the sort. It wasn't until you missed lunch that we, (well I, Ron thought that you were being dramatic or something and was off in some secret room somewhere) began to notice something was not right. I went looking for you everywhere and I couldn't find you. I even went as far as asking Pavarti to look in all the girls' bathrooms.

Hagrid was really the one who found you. He found you on a fairly large rock by the lake fast asleep and came in with you in his arms soaking wet from the rain. It must have been at least nine o'clock last night. When I saw you like that, I thought I'd lost you. When Hagrid said that you were still breathing, I was so overcome with relief. So I accompanied you and Hagrid the rest of the way here. Madame Promfrey looked you over and said that you were suffering from pneumonia. Apparently, you had been in the rain too long."

"So it was all a dream?" asked Hermione aloud.

"Ron and I heard you talking about me and you ran away to the lake, but other than that, I guess it was. By the way... I was going to tell you yesterday... I just didn't get the chance to... I broke up with Cho. I know that you and I both love each other only, we wouldn't admit it because we both inside were afraid that it would destroy our friendship. How I love Cho could never compare to how I love you. I love you, Mione. My, one true love." He gave her hand one last gentle squeeze, leaned in, and kissed her soft lips.

"There yah are Ron!" said Hagrid as he approached the Gryffindor table the next morning.

"You were looking for me? I just got here." Ron said miserably. Harry didn't even show up at the boys' dormitory last night and he hadn't seen Hermione since she ran out of the common room yesterday.

"Yeah, 'course I were lookin' for yah. Didn't Harry tell yah? I found Hermione last night. She's in the Hospital wing right now." Hagrid seemed so proud of himself.

"You- you found Hermione?" Ron tried not to spit out his morning pumpkin juice. "No, he didn't tell me." he said as he got up from the table and headed towards the Hospital Wing.

When they parted, Hermione looked deep into Harry's green eyes. They were full of a new kind of joy she hadn't seen before in his eyes. She reached up and ran her fingers through his hair.

"So this is what it's like to tussle your hair," she thought to her self. "I've wanted to do this for the longest time."

"You have, have you? Are you enjoying yourself?"

"Telepathy, huh? Did Dumbledore teach you that?"

"Yes, in fact he did. He said that should help me when I need to talk to either you or Ron with out letting Voldemort hearing us. Of course, it also comes in handy when I don't want someone, say Ron, to hear me say just how much I love you." said Harry indicating that Ron was at the door.

Ron looked through the Infirmary door window and couldn't believe what he saw. There was Harry sitting by Hermione's bed, holding her hand, and looking deeply into her eyes. Hermione had her other hand running through his hair and was also looking deeply into his eyes as well.

"It's like they're using telepathy or something of the sort. Their lips aren't even moving!" Ron said oblivious to the irony he just stated. "My friends are mental." he said aloud in disbelief.

He finally decided to walk in and pay Hermione a visit. "So, my friends are in love. There is not much I can do about it then. I saw it coming; I just didn't know when it would happen."

"I see your doing better, Mione. I would have been here earlier if a certain someone hadn't forgotten to tell me that he found you. I didn't sleep a wink last night. Both you two had me scared to bits. Hagrid ended up telling me you were here."

"Gee Ron, your beginning to sound like Mum." said Ginny walking in. "Hermione it's good to see well out of harm's way. You should've seen Cho. When she found out that Harry stayed with you the whole night, she looked like she'd just been hit with a Bludger. She through such a fit, she would've turned the Ravenclaw table over (that is if she had the strength to)."

And at Ginny's last remark, they all started to laugh. The whole room seemed to be a lovely turn-out to the last twenty-four hours. Harry and Hermione were holding hands, everybody was laughing, and nobody thought that Harry and Hermione weren't meant for each other (that is, except for Cho).