Too may thoughts...

Hermione stared at the clock on the living room wall and sighed. It was 2:34 in the morning and she couldn't get to sleep. Why was she having so much trouble getting to sleep the past few nights? She knew one reason. All she could think about was Harry. After their talk last night he was beginning to act weird. She had never seen him act like that before.

For one thing, why did he really draw that picture of her. At first she thought maybe he liked her like she liked him, but he hadn't been acting like it. He kept on wanting to leave her for some reason. He left her as she was going out of the store. He went back into the bank and told her to go on. And the one thing he needed was a tux for the wedding and he skipped that, probably so he wouldn't have to be around her so much.

Hermione felt a tear slide down her cheek, but she knew she wouldn't cry. She was too strong to cry. If he didn't like her then fine, she could find someone else, someone better.

It was her fault. She should have known what she had gotten into when she tried to get with a guy who attempted suicide. She shouldn't be with someone who hated life, she loved life.

Hermione broke down. Damn it. Why did she have to like Harry so much. It was obvious he didn't like her. Yet she had always liked him. He was interesting, cute, and nice. At least he used to be. Now he was becoming weird. I mean what were all those black clothes. At least she gave him a decent clothing choice. Hermione knew that even if she didn't become a teacher she'd be something better than him.

She could tell that he was starting to give up. He sent her that letter begging her to take him from the Dursleys, so she did. Then she goes there and she finds him trying to die. He was giving up.

At least he said he'd go to the wedding, it shows some hope. Also he was going back to Hogwarts. Well, that's showing some trying on his part.

Hermione smiled as she realized what had happened. She had been overreacting. There was still hope, wasn't there. Or at least she could still win him over. He was going back to school, she'd have all year. But why was he going back to school. He was supposed to go destroy the horcruxes

Maybe she had pushed him. Was he doing it all for her? Maybe it was her imagination. Maybe she was imagining his liking her, or maybe she was pushing him away.

Hermione lay back on the couch, but her restless mind would not let her sleep. Before she knew it, it was already six in the morning and her mother was getting ready for work. Her mother passed her and must have noticed she was awake. "Hey Hermy. How was last night?"

"It was fun. I helped Harry to pick out some clothes, and we got our school supplies. I can't believe school starts in a week and a half." Hermione said.

Her mother smiled. "Just think, one last year. And your grades have all been so perfect, I'm sure you're going to get a great job someday."

"Thanks mom. Have a good day at work." Hermione got up and gave her mom a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "See you later."

Her mother turned to walk out the door, but suddenly turned back. "Don't forget to tell your father I'll be working late tonight."

"I won't." Hermione said.

"Oh and baby, you look tired. Get some sleep." Her mother said looking worried.

"I'm fine mom. I just haven't been able to sleep lately."

Her mom looked at her with a strange look. "You haven't been with Harry have you?"

"MOM! I am not that type of girl. You know I'll wait till marriage." Hermione said.

"Good. That's exactly what I want to hear, but since we do have a boy your age living under our roof I have to ask just to be safe. You know that, right?"

"Yes mom, I get it. I'm not stupid though." Hermione said meaningfully.

"Good. See you later." Her mom said and then shut the door right behind her. Hermione was glad she was gone. Her mom could be so inquisitive sometimes, and Hermione didn't like it.

Hermione wasn't dumb. She didn't want to have sex yet, it would ruin anything she may have with someone. Except she didn't really have anyone yet anyways. But she kind of wished she did. She wanted to be in her parents face and be like ha, ha.

Hermione heard a thump upstairs and knew that Harry must be up too. Maybe this was her chance to get with Harry and get in their faces. Hermione walked up the stairs and knocked on Harry's door. It took a minute for him to answer, but when he did her lips were on his.

Harry pushed her away. "What are you doing?!?"

She didn't know what to say. "I don't know. I'm sorry."

Then she ran downstairs and didn't look back up to see that Harry was smiling.