A/N: Sorry it took me so long, I was in Calgary for all of July, so I couldn't get a chance to update. Here it is, oh, and sorry for the crappy plot. I couldn't think of anything to write, so I just added a tonne of fluff! I've been reading WAY too many romance novels lately! Hehehe. Please read, oh, and beware of severe confusion, if you doin't get chapter 11, you won't get this chapter, cause it won't make sense otherwise. Please R&R please.

Fall for Hermione Chapter 12

"Hermione, you are eventually going to listen to Professor McGonagall, right?" Harry asked, grinning at Hermione.

"Eventually, yes." Hermione got up off the bed, kissing Harry on his forehead, before turning around to leave.

"Love you Mione. Promise you'll be back later?" Harry begged Hermione.

"I hahve a feeling that you'll be feeling well enough to come to classes in the morning. I'm sure of it." Hermione waved back to Harry and crept out of the hospital wing. Hermione suddenly felt scared, as the darkness of the hallway engulfed her, trapping her in a fortress of pitch blackness.

"Ouch! Oh my god! I so wish I had the Marauders map right now." Hermione groaned, picking herself up off the ground, after tripping over her shoe laces. Her laces remained to be untied, for it was impossible to see anything, no matter how close it was to her face.

"This isn't getting me anywhere! What the hell am I doing? Where's my blasted wand?" Hermione struggled with her robes, finally clutching her wooden wand.

"Lumos." Hermione muttered, watching her path beginnning to illuminate under her wands miniscule glow.

"That took long enough." Hermione gasped, as she stummbled through the portrait hole of the gryffindor common room. All the Gryffindor Students were intently waiting for Hermione to show up with the news about Harry's health. They all waited paitently for a minute, before Ron cried out.

"So? What the bloody hell happened? What happened between you and Harry?" Ron shouted, Hermione blushed, and played with her fingers a bit.

"Well, Harry's...er...he's fine, nothing happened between us." Hermione coughed, and chewed on a piece of her hair.

"Yeah right! You probably made out! There's no doubt about it!" Ginny sneered, almost Slytherin-like, before she got whacked by Fred and George.

"Don't I wish!" Hermione shouted, tears streaming down her face. She shook her head, and raced up to the girls dormitories.

"Well, they probably did, as I said, there's no doubt about it." Ginny sneered once more, before Fred whacked her again. For once, the twins were quite serious.

"Ginny, you foul git! Can't you leave poor Mione alone for once?" George negged, his brow furrowed along with Fred's.

"Why the bloody hell are you acting like this? If this is one of your freaking jokes, I don't need it!" Ginny snarled.

"And Mione doesn't need YOU harping on her over one little detail!" Fred and George chorused. Ginny's smirk didn't leave her face at all, until, at least, she sank down into a cushiony armchair.

"I still say that they made out." Ginny whispered, never regretting it.

"For god sakes! Can't they all just go to hell and leave me alone?" Hermione howled, her voice raised.

"Granger! Mind your language! You're not the only one up here you know! Hey, watch out for that glass! I haven't gotten around to cleaning it up yet." Professor McGonagall furrowed, eyeing Hermione.

"Leave me alone! I don't need another person harping on me!" Hermione yelled, forgetting that the other person was actually Professor McGonagall.

"Granger! I can't believe that you would actually talk that way to your superior!" Professor McGonagall shouted, her face flushed and her feet pounded that hard-wood flooring of the dormitory. Hermione suddenly realized what she was doing, and the fact that she had just yelled at a professor.

"Oh...p...professor...I...i'm so sorry! I ha...hadn't ment to actually yell at you..." Hermione blushed, and looked extremely embarassed.

"Granger, will you please calmly tell me what happened? I figured that there was somehting to do with Ginny Weasley, but tell me exactly what happened." Professor McGonagall eventually got Hermione to calm down. When she did, they heard knocking on the broad door of the dormitory.

"Enter." Professor McGonagall whispered. The door didn't budge. No movement. Suddenly, the air around Hermione and Professor McGonagall stiffened. A dull, ringing sentsation filled hermione mind and ears. All thoughts and visions blurred, tears flooded her eyes, but she hardly noticed, for her fear and dizziness ceased all mental control, and Hermione collapsed to the hard, cold floor with a soft thud. She could still barely hear Professor McGonagall's voice above her, but she couldn't see anything. She closed her eyes, for it took too much out of her to keep them open. All of a sudden, everything in Hermione's mind ceased, and all went black.

"Hermione! Hermeione! Wake up! Please, for me! Hermione, please!" A sobbing voice came from beside Hermione. Her eyes fluttered open, and pain sang out throughout her body. Harry had flung himslef onto Hermione, and was sobbing uncontrollably at her side.

"H...how long was I out for?" Hermione's hoarse voice was a terribly quiet whisper, but Harry jerked up at the sound.

"Hermione?...HERMIONE!" Harry gleefully nuzzled Hermione's neck, hugging her protectivly.

"You were out for two whole weeks! I thought I had lost you! Dumbledore kept trying to plan a funeral, but I kinda ruined his every attempt." Harry refused to release his grip on Hermione, even though, she had to admit, she really enjoyed seeing Harry so affectionate.

"Harry, Harry, Harry! What happened? What the hell did Dumbledore do?" Hermione coughed, kissing Harry gently ont he cheek.

"You got knocked out! Nobody knows how, or why, but I have the strangest feeling that Voldemort is up to something, and he's using you!" Harry whispered, letting go of Hermione.

"What? You can't be serious!" Hermione sighed, as she met Harry's eyes.

"Hermione...I am. I'm sorry, but I just have this sort of, feeling that i'm correct. I hope i'm not though, I would HATE to lose you!" Harry whimpered, and hugged Hermione tightly.

"Harry, it's ok. There is absolutely no chance of Voldemort possesing me. He couldn't so that." Hermione was reluctant to agree with Harry on the matter.

"How do you know? He possesed Ginny in the chamber of secrets!" Harry cried.

"Yes, yes, I know, but she's an idiot! She fell for Voldemorts trap he set! Remember? I'm NOT possesed! You have no reason to say that!" Hermione shouted, making Harry jump in shock.

"Hermione! I'm not saying that i'm one hundred percent certain! I'm leaving now, ok? I'm glad you're ok, but I better get back to the tower." Harry sighed, and sulked back off towards the Gryffindor tower.

"No...Harry...come back...please." Hermione whispered, tears fell silently down her cheeks. She didn't mean to upset Harry, really.

"I know what i'm talking about! She's not the one who had to fight Voldemort through the years! She has no clue what she's talking about!" Harry fumed, storming off into the library, instead of the Gryffindor tower. He knew that Hermione didn't mean what she said, but since that fateful day in the court-yard, his personality has been dour, especially towards Hermione.

"So, does that mean you and Hemrione broke up?" Ginny stood sullenly in front of Harry, flipping her hair out of her face.

"Waht? No, no, no! And even if we were, i'd never pick you anyways!" Harry yelled, backing away from Ginny, who was advancing on him like a cougar.

"Quit struggling Harry. You and I both know that we deserve each other." Ginny whispered slyly, cornering Harry against a book-shelf.

"Wait, Ginny! No, don't do what I think you're about to do! I'm already with Hermione, not you. Get your hands of me!" Harry shouted, trying to get away from Ginny.

"I told you not to struggle. We were ment for each other. Face the music Harry, Hermione doersn't love you, she never has, never will. It was all a hoax. Face the facts Harry. I love you, Hermione doesn't. We pulled a joke, she never loved you, ever." Ginny lied, making it sound real, even though she knew it wasn't. Hermione truly did, and does have strong feelings for Harry, stronger then anything in the world.

"NO! You're lying! I just know it! Hermione and I are still together! It's always been that way, and that's not about to change!" Harry yelled, still valiently trying to escape Ginny's grip. His arms were sore from the rush, and his head spun with all the possibities. Hermione did still love him, right? In his heart, he knew the answer, but his brain wasn't about to comply.

"Give up Harry. You know we connect. Can't you feel the electricity between us? We belong with each other Harry. That Hermione Granger, didn't, doesn't, won't ever love you. Why is that so hard for you to comprehend?" Ginny stood on her tip-toes and prepared to kiss Harry, most romantically.

'Oh god, no! No! Ginny, you damned woman, leave me the bloody hell alone!' Harry thought, and if looks could kill, Ginny would perish on the spot, for the look Harry was sporting could sear metal if you let it.

"Harry? What the hell are you doing? God, I can't believe I EVER loved you! You're sucha down-right foul traitor! You're such a freaking idiot! I hope you two choke on each others tounges!" Hermione choked, her words slurred. Her tears soaked the laminate flooring of the library. Harry wanted ever so much to just shove Ginny out of the highest tower in Hogwarts, and make-up with Hermione. Oh, how he despised Ginny.

"Oh, forget about her. She doesn't mean any of it. Now, will you finally just shut-up and kiss me?" Ginny pressed her lips forcefully on Harry's. It wasn't a gentle, smooth kiss, like the ones he shared with Hermione, but Ginny was too rough, and ridged...that, and she was too short to be gentle. Harry's face reddened with anger and fear. Hermione was standing two feet from them, positively bawling in agony. She knew Harry hated this, she could tell. She heard him cry out in protest, she knew that their relationship couldn't end, but Ginny had pushed it to the extreme. She absolutely regretted calling Harry a traitor, she wished ever so much to re-direct those words to Ginny.

"Ginny! You git! Can't you tell you're being too rough? Let him got his instant!" Hermione shreiked, prying Harry away from Ginny's grip.

"What the hell did you do that for?" Ginny howled, ripping Harry back to her side. Harry clawed at Ginny, trying to get away, however, her grip only firmed, and her nails dug deep into Harry's skin.

"Ginny, let go! You're hurting him!" Hermione shreiked, pulling Harry back to her, refusing to let go. Harry, unfortunatly, was reluctant to say anything, for fear of being torn apart by two crazy fan girls. Suddenly, Ginny's grip on Harry's wrists ceased, sending Harry crashing backwards onto Hermione. The added weight knocked Hermione flat onto her back. Ginny's dreaded cackling pierced the awkard silence.

"Ginny! How dare you even attempt to harm Hermione, in any way like that again,I swear, you will regret it!" Harry shouted, Hermione cowered behind Harry's back, her hands on his waist.

"Oh Harry, I wouldn't dream about harming poor Hermione! God knows she's weaker then a flobberworm." Ginny sneered, her eyes narrowed. "Dont' you ever say anything like that to, or about Hermione, ever! Give up Ginny. I never have, nor will I ever love you, so stay the bloody hell away from me!" Harry shouted, clutching Hermione's shaking hands.

"Oh help me, the boy-who-lived, and his filthy mud-blood girl-friend are coming after me! Pathetic." Ginny mocked, her voice high-pitched, and eerie. Hermione's hands trembled mercilessly. Tears stung her brown eyes. Harry shot Hermione a look of sympathy and support.

"I swear, if you EVER call Hermione a, you-know-what again, you will never live to regret it!" Harry shouted, clutching Hermione's hands even tighter then before.

"Come on Hermione, we don't need to be involved with idiots like Ginny." Harry scoffed, facing Hermione. Hermione was following Harry's step so closely that she was almost hitting his heel with the tip of her foot. They ignored Ginny's shouts and curses from behind them, being careful not to turn around to face her.

"Harry, why did you do that?" Hermione finally asked Harry, when they were well away from Ginny.

"Do what? You mean, defend you? Hermione, I think you know the answer to that. You are the only thing that really matters to me. If I got expelled from Hogwarts, the only thing I would miss, is you. I am running out of ways to tell you, but the main point is that I love you, and nothing, or on one is ever going to break us up. Trust me Hermione, my love for you is stronger then anything! I can't even go to bed at night without thinking about you! I can't go to classes, or do anything, without thinking about you." Harry said, stroking Hermione's hair.

"Harry...when you think about me before you go to bed...what, exactly do you think about?" Hermione asked, raising her eyebrows.

"Nothing...and I mean, nothing, involving the two us of...together...like that...really!" Harry laughed.

"Oh sure, I believe that!" Hermione sighed sarcastically.

"Is that supposed to be an insult?" Harry asked, heading back to the Gryffindor common room.

"No...at least, I don't think so. Why? Did it offend you or something?" Hermione asked, catching up with Harry.

"No...come on, we're going to be late. I can't help but thinking we got off track somewhere. Like, weren't we supposed to be somewhere else?" Harry sighed, stopping in his tracks.

"No. I don't think so. I mean, I don't think that there are any classes from here on." Hermione said, looking un-sure.

"Are you sure? I mean, I thought that I could've sworn there was something that we were supposed to attend today." Harry mused, still trying to remember what was supposed to be so important.

"Well, why don't we check our charts?" Hermione asked."We have the exact same one this year." She added.

"That's gonna be hard...I lost mine, and I thought I could just rely on you to help me out..." Harry trailed off, obviously wrong.

"WHAT? Harry! I lost mine too! Harry! McGonagall will have a fit if she finds out! I hope that i'm right about not having any more classes." Hermione swore under her breath, and dragged Harry off towards the Gryffindor tower.

"Well, since now we're alone...wanna, you know...do something?" Harry asked, when him and Hermione had entered the Gryffindor Common room.

"What do you mean...soemthing?" Hermione asked, staring at Harry intently.

"Well...you know...well...uh...er...something?" Harry looked for the right words as he wished desperately that Hermione would get his obvious hinting.

"Harry! You know that Dumbledore would expell us both in an instant if we did! Besides...christmas break isn't too long from now...i'll ask my parents if you could...you know, stay here." Hermione said, pulling Harry down onto the couch with her.

"Okay, fine...I can wait." Harry sighed, his legs were still stretched out on the couch, Hermione sitting beside him.

"Well, it's not like you have a choice." Hermione said, laying her head in Harry's lap, the rest of her body was quite comfortable on Harry's legs.

"Are you comfortable on my legs Hermione?" Harry asked, caressing Hermione's soft hair. Hermione's head still in Harry's lap.

"Quite." Hermione answered, her arms around Harry's waist.

"Good, cause I don't plan on moving away from the cousch for a long time." Harry whispered, still stroking Hermione's hair.

"Nor do I. It's quite comfy here. Especially when it's you i'm on." Hermione laughed. Harry continued to stroke Hermione's hair, while Hermione just layed on top of Harry, her arms still around Harry's waist. The couple just stayed on the couch for quite a long time. They hadn't kept track of the time. It was all heaven to them.

"Hermione...you do where we are, right?" Harry asked, looking doqwn at Hermione, and her position.

"Uh, what do you mean by that? Is that supposed to be good, or bad?" Hermione asked back, not really understanding what, or where Harry was going with this conversation.

"I mean, you, really...look where you are." Harry said, blushing.

"Uh...oh...dear lord, Harry! I didn't mean anything by it!" Hermione blushed deeply, getting up off the couch, turning away from Harry.

"Hermione, it's okay. It's fine, I was just surprised that you would do that. That's all, it was all fine, actually, it was kinda enjoyable." Harry said, standing beside Hermione.

"Oh Harry, i'm so sorry! I really didn't mean anything by that, it was just...comfy." Hermione said, still blushing deeply. Harry was now at her side, his arm around her shoulders.

"Hermione, listen to me, it's okay. You looked so comfortable and happy, I didn't dare say anything. Actually, I enjoyed it myself. When you were like that, it made it easier for me to cuddle up with you." Harry grinned, pleading for Hermione to join him back on the couch, in the same postition they were before.

"Come on Hermione, come back to the couch. Please?" Harry begged, tugging at Hermione's sleeve.

"Harry, you know i'm not comfortable with that, I mean, the first time, I didn't realize what I was doing, until you said something." Hermione whispered, refusing to sit back down on the couch.

"Hermione, listen, I didn't mind at all, I just didn't think that we were entirely aware of what we were doing. However, I must admit, it was hot, you in that position." Harry said, still pleading Hermione to sit down with him again.

"I know, I know, but I still don't feel comfortable with the idea of laying down there again...because now, I know what i'm doing." Hermione said, tears threatening to fall.

"Hermione, okay, if you don't feel comfortable with it, you don't have to, I just thought that you looked comfortable there, and truthfully, you looked as beautiful as ever, lying on top of me." Harry grinned, gwtting up off the couch, and joining Hermione.

"Well, then. in that case, why don't we go back, eh?" Hermione whispered, looking ever so forlorn.

"What? I thought it made you nervous, you know, being...there." Harry said, staring at Hermione with sudden confusion.

"Well, if you think that it's a good idea, then why not? I mean, if you don't mind it, then why should I?" Hermione said, hesitating a bit.

"Okay, I mean, fine, er...sure, let's go sit back down then. Oh, by the way, have you noticed anyone come back up through the portrait?" Harry asked, looking around the empty common room.

"What do you think? Is anyone here?" Hermione asked, sitting down beside Harry.

"No, I was just asking.,..you know, to make chit-chat." Harry said, stretching along the couch. Hesitantly, Hermione layed down, back in her original position.

"That's better. Hermione, you know what, you look even hotter then before. I never noticed before how beautiful you look." Harry said, resuming to stroke Hermione's hair.

"Well, now, I actaully don't feel as nervous as before." Hermione sighed.

"That's good, I don't like it when you feel nervous, uncomfortable, scared, or anything but content." Harry continued to run his hands through Hermione's thick hair.

"You know, I actually enjoy this a lot more then what we usually do." Hermione said, nuzzling Harry's stomach.

"Well, it's a change from the usual kissing." Harry said, now rubbing Hermione's back.

"Yes, that it is. I wouldn't say that it's more enjoyable, but it still feels...romantic." Hermione sighed, her arms around Harry's waist.

"Romantic is one word for it. Another would be pleasent, relaxing, enjoyable." Harry breathed, eyeing Hermione.

"Well, that's all fine, but really, it's just...comforting." Hermione whispered, still on Harry's legs, her head resting now on his chest, instead of his lap. She breathed deeply, and tightened her grip on Harry's waist. Her legs wrapped around Harry's.

"Why so tense? You okay?" Harry asked, rubbing Hermione's back.

"No, not really." Hermione said, nuzzling Harry's chest.

"Why? Are you okay? What's wrong?" Harry asked, suddenly alert.

"It's just that...this doesn't seem like enough. It doesn't satisfy my need for you." Hermione whispered, her head now leaning on Harry's shoulder.

"You want more? Well, in that case, your wish, is my command." Harry got up off the couch, guilding Hermione out through the portrait.

"Come on, the Room of Requirment isn't too far from here." Harry grinned, bringing Hermione along his side.

"The Room of Requirment?" Hermione asked, throughly bewildered.

"Yes, that's what I said, the Room of Requirment. No-one will find us in there. Trust me, not a lot of people know about it." Harry said, grinning. Hermione followed Harry's every stride, eager to get into the Room of Requirment so that her and Harry could be alone at last. When they reached their desired destination, they followed the instructions quite accurately. When they passed the previous blank wall for the third time, a large oak door replaced the empty wall.

"Come on Hermione, this is it." Harry said, leading Hermione through the door.

A/N: Okay, I know, major cliffhanger at the end. I have TONNES of fluff planned for the next chapter. I suggest you don't read it if you don't like Harry and Hermione in the Room of Requirment alone. (Narrows eyes) Okay, well, that's it. Please R&R, thanks to all of my reviewers! So, again, i'm sorry for the crappy chapter, but I couldn't think of anything to write, other then this...I've been reading WAY too many romance novels, so that's really were I got the ideas. Lol. Okay, thanks again, bye!