Harry awoke to an ear-piercing screeching, and the discomfort of being smacked repeatedly in the face with a rather large pillow.
"Get out of my bed!" screamed Hermione.
"What?" Harry asked. His head was still clouded with sleep. The last thing he recalled was the very awkward moment when Hermione had asked him to stay. Looking back, he thought he'd handled it rather well.
"What are you doing here? Why are you in my bed?" Hermione continued to shout.
"You asked me to stay, don't you remember? I brought you Ron's letter, and you got unnessecarily upset and you asked me to stay here. So I did... ring a bell?"
Hermione stopped whacking him with the pillow for a moment.
"I thought I dreamt that. You can image how startled I was to wake up with you in my bed."
"You can image how startled I was when I woke up with you clobbering me with a pillow."
"Oh!" said Hermione, as though she'd only just realized that she'd done it. She carefully put the pillow on the bed in front of Harry. "You can have a go at me with it, if you want."
"Don't be stupid." Harry replied. He had a sudden urge to have a go at her in some other form of the words, but kept it to himself. Just not the sort for first moves... that's me... He thought.
"Well then... I ... What did I say?"
"What?"
"What did I say... last night. What happened? I don't recall it at all," Hermione said quietly.
"I don't know what you mean. You were crying and asked me to stay, so I did," Harry answered, confused.
"Yes... I mean... did you sleep in my bed all night?"
"Yes, I think so," What is her problem? Harry wondered. I slept with her, big deal... OH! Harry suddenly sat up much straighter, with a look of concern on is face.
"D'you mean, you want to know if we... erm... " Harry couldn't think of the words.
"Well, yes," answered Hermione. Her voice was worried.
"Erm... no. At least, I don't recall any of that. I think you kissed me once on the cheek, and then I fell asleep. It's tiring to be woken up in the middle of the night by an owl at your window."
"Oh! That's a relief," Hermione sighed. Harry looked hurt. "I mean... not that... I mean, not to say that you aren't attractive, Harry... or that I don't fancy you or something... I just... well... erm..."
"It's fine. I understand, I mean, I'm not upset or anything," Harry answered honestly.
"Oh, I'm glad. Well... shall we keep this between us? I mean... d'you think it would disturb things with Ron if we told him?"
"Told him what? That I spent the night in your room? I don't see that as any of his business."
"No, no... I mean that we fancy each other," Hermione said quickly.
"Oh... well... erm... yes. We'll keep it quiet, then. It might upset things with Ron and Ginny. She's growing fond of me again."
"Alright, then," said Hermione, standing on her toes and kissing Harry's forehead. "Well, you'd better go back to your own room and get dressed, hadn't you?"
Harry realized for the first time that morning that the robe he'd fell alseep in was no longer on him, and he was standing shirtless in a girl's bedroom.
"Erm... yes, I will then. Have you seen my robe?"
"Get out of my bed!" screamed Hermione.
"What?" Harry asked. His head was still clouded with sleep. The last thing he recalled was the very awkward moment when Hermione had asked him to stay. Looking back, he thought he'd handled it rather well.
"What are you doing here? Why are you in my bed?" Hermione continued to shout.
"You asked me to stay, don't you remember? I brought you Ron's letter, and you got unnessecarily upset and you asked me to stay here. So I did... ring a bell?"
Hermione stopped whacking him with the pillow for a moment.
"I thought I dreamt that. You can image how startled I was to wake up with you in my bed."
"You can image how startled I was when I woke up with you clobbering me with a pillow."
"Oh!" said Hermione, as though she'd only just realized that she'd done it. She carefully put the pillow on the bed in front of Harry. "You can have a go at me with it, if you want."
"Don't be stupid." Harry replied. He had a sudden urge to have a go at her in some other form of the words, but kept it to himself. Just not the sort for first moves... that's me... He thought.
"Well then... I ... What did I say?"
"What?"
"What did I say... last night. What happened? I don't recall it at all," Hermione said quietly.
"I don't know what you mean. You were crying and asked me to stay, so I did," Harry answered, confused.
"Yes... I mean... did you sleep in my bed all night?"
"Yes, I think so," What is her problem? Harry wondered. I slept with her, big deal... OH! Harry suddenly sat up much straighter, with a look of concern on is face.
"D'you mean, you want to know if we... erm... " Harry couldn't think of the words.
"Well, yes," answered Hermione. Her voice was worried.
"Erm... no. At least, I don't recall any of that. I think you kissed me once on the cheek, and then I fell asleep. It's tiring to be woken up in the middle of the night by an owl at your window."
"Oh! That's a relief," Hermione sighed. Harry looked hurt. "I mean... not that... I mean, not to say that you aren't attractive, Harry... or that I don't fancy you or something... I just... well... erm..."
"It's fine. I understand, I mean, I'm not upset or anything," Harry answered honestly.
"Oh, I'm glad. Well... shall we keep this between us? I mean... d'you think it would disturb things with Ron if we told him?"
"Told him what? That I spent the night in your room? I don't see that as any of his business."
"No, no... I mean that we fancy each other," Hermione said quickly.
"Oh... well... erm... yes. We'll keep it quiet, then. It might upset things with Ron and Ginny. She's growing fond of me again."
"Alright, then," said Hermione, standing on her toes and kissing Harry's forehead. "Well, you'd better go back to your own room and get dressed, hadn't you?"
Harry realized for the first time that morning that the robe he'd fell alseep in was no longer on him, and he was standing shirtless in a girl's bedroom.
"Erm... yes, I will then. Have you seen my robe?"