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Chapter Six

When you start falling for your best friend, you have to take into consideration what it'll do to your friendship. For one, there were all your other friends. That would surely make an interesting topic of conversation. Hermione could see it now.

"So Harry, Quidditch game outside?" Ron asked. Ginny and the twins came up behind him.

"Sure, why not?" Harry grabbed his broom and followed them outside. Hermione came to.

"What did you two get up to over the summer then?"

"Nothing much. A kiss here, snog there, you know. The usual. Sorry, did I forget to mention that we're dating?

She almost laughed out loud at the thought. The clock beside her read 2 o'clock in the morning. She couldn't believe she'd stayed up so long just thinking about Harry. She could feel his arms round her waist. He really had no idea what he did to her.

Harry on the other hand was having problems of his own. Falling in love with your best friend was one thing, but dreaming about her was something else. You really weren't supposed to dream about your best friend like that.

Hermione ran her hands across Harry's bare chest, still kissing him. His hands were exploring her body, not sure where to go next.

But just like that, a dream can turn into a nightmare, when an unexpected thought pulls at your mind.

Everything turned dark and Harry and Hermione stopped.

"Harry?" Hermione's voice squeaked.

"I'm here," Harry replied, wrapping an arm around her. The Dark Mark flashed in the sky above them and in a heartbeat, Voldemort stood in front of them. Harry pulled his wand out and stepped in front of Hermione.

"You stay away from her," he warned.

"Harry, Harry, Harry," Voldemort said, shaking his head. "You can't have everything you want now, can you?" Suddenly, Hermione was being pulled away from him and he was frozen. He couldn't move, he couldn't save her.

"Hermione!" he called, desperately. She stopped moving in front of Voldemort and he sneered.

"This is what happens to people who cross me Harry," Voldemort warned, shouting out the Criciatus Curse. Hermione screamed and fell to the floor.

"Hermione!" Voldemort twisted his wand this way and that, see which would hurt Hermione more, and he did it, over and over and over until Harry couldn't take it anymore.

"HERMIONE!"

He jolted awake to find a concerned Hermione staring at him.

"Are you alright? You've been…been screaming for the last ten minutes. I couldn't wake you up." She couldn't very well tell him that he's been screaming her name for the past ten minutes. Without an explanation, Harry pulled her into a hug and began to sob, quietly, but Hermione knew he was crying. Hermione always knew.

"Harry, what's wrong?" she asked, stroking his hair. Harry pulled away and wiped his eyes.

"H-he killed you," Harry said between sobs, pulling Hermione closer again. "He killed you and I couldn't stop him." Hermione didn't need to ask who he was. She was fairly sure she knew who he was.

"Harry, I'm not going any where. I'll be with you always and forever. You know that." Harry nodded.

"Of course I do. B-but what if he does get you, Hermione? My life wouldn't be worth living-"

"Now, Harry, don't you dare think like that! Ever," Hermione scolded, pushing him away and holding him at arms length. Harry stared at her and without thinking he leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers. Hermione was so surprised that she didn't have time to react before Harry was pulling away and climbing out of the bed. She tried to grab his arm, but he slipped away from her and disappeared out of the room.

"Harry," Hermione called after him, trying to make him come back. He ignored her, of course. Hermione flung her legs over the side of the bed, quickly slipped into some clothes and stormed down the stairs. Harry was in the kitchen, making breakfast.

"What was that?" Hermione demanded.

"Nothing. Just showing you how much I appreciated you," Harry replied, sheepishly. Hermione spun Harry round and pushed him against the counter.

"Then let me show you how much I appreciate you," she whispered, before locking her lips with his again. Her hands soon found their way round the back of Harry's head and she ran her hands through his hair. He had his arms round her waist and swore that if Dudley interrupted them now, he'd break every single bone in his body. Hermione ran her tongue along Harry's bottom lip and he nearly pulled back in surprise. Soon, Harry's tongue was exploring eagerly, but as he ran it across the roof of her mouth, she pulled back.

"And that, is how much I appreciate you," Hermione whispered, resting her forehead against his.

"Well, I'm glad you appreciate me that much. It puts my attempt at showing you to shame, really, don't you think?" Hermione pretended to think about it.

"Just a little bit," she admitted.

"Maybe I could make it up to you…" Harry mused. The front door opened and Hermione blushed before pulling away and turning the bacon over in the pan. By the time Dudley had gotten into the kitchen, both teenagers were acting as if nothing had happened.

"Make me some breakfast," Dudley ordered.

"Whatever," Harry replied. "Wouldn't hurt to try and make it yourself though, would it?" Dudley grunted and walked off, only to be replaced with Vernon and Petunia. Hermione looked up from the pan and then back down again when they shot her a hateful look.

"Don't be rude boy, don't you think I didn't hear that," Uncle Vernon said, waving a chubby finger at Harry.

"Yeah…" Harry replied, rolling his eyes and leaning back on the counter. Aunt Petunia was staring at Hermione.

"Something wrong?" Harry asked. The two pairs of eyes snapped to his.

"Of course not," Aunt Petunia replied, leaving the kitchen.

"I'm telling you, if you're rude to one more person in this house…" Uncle Vernon let the threat hang in the air and left the kitchen. Harry waited until they couldn't see him anymore before wrapping his arms round the back of Hermione.

"So, are we together now?" he whispered in her ear. She melted at the sound of his voice.

"Of course we are, you prat. B-but we can't tell anyone…" Harry spun her round.

"Why not?"

"You and I both know that Ron fancies me and Ginny's practically head over heals in love with you. It'd kill them…I think we should just wait a while…"

"You're right," Harry replied, nodding his head, before kissing forehead. "Our, little secret then."

I think I'll write another chapter and go to them fighting Voldemort…yeah….I'll do that…

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