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Chapter 2

Harry had waited for Hermione downstairs to finish her shower. Meanwhile he was thinking about how long Hermione would stay the way she was. He thought about what he should do. He didn't want to concern anyone with this. The Order was busy enough as it is looking for new headquarters. He couldn't get the Weasley's to cut their vacation short. He sighed. He decided to take care of Hermione. He had never taken care of a kid before or in Hermione's case, someone who thought they were a kid. 'How hard can it be?' Just as he thought this, he heard Hermione coming down stairs and turned towards her. He gaped at her. Hermione stood before him in a white, tank top the was very high up her thighs.

She smiled innocently. "I like dresses."

He turned away from her, blushing slightly. "Um...Hermione, I don't think that's a dress."

"What do you mean?"

"I think that's a long shirt but it's not a dress, go up a put something under it."

She pouted. "Oh okay."

He heard her go upstairs. Only then was he able to relax. "There's no way this is going to be a normal two weeks. I rather take my chances with the old Hermione."

Hermione had put on some jean shorts under her top, but they were still short enough to make Harry recall the previous event. He couldn't help but feel awkward around Hermione. She acted like a child. She followed Harry wherever he went, occasionally reaching for his hand and holding it. Harry felt himself get frustrated. He couldn't believe this was happening.

He was relieved after dinner, when he sended Hermione to bed. Once in his room, he changed into his red checkered pajama bottoms and a plain grey shirt. Hoping that everything would turn back to normal tomorrow, he was about to drift of to sleep when he heard a knocking in the door. He reluctantly got out of bed and went to opened the door. Unfortunately, as he expected, Hermione stood there. He looked and saw her only in a maroon t-shirt. "Are those your pajamas? Wait, is that mine? Where did you get it?"

"Um...," Hermione dropped her head. "I found it in the trunk. I like long t-shirts."

Harry then recalled that he had told Hermione to put his shirt in her trunk right before they left Hogwarts, having overlooked it. "Yeah, it's mine but it's alright. Is there anything wrong?"

"Can I come in?"

Harry just stared at her.

"I have shorts under, I promise." As she said this, Hermione lifted up the shirt to reveal light blue pj shorts, in which Harry quickly looked away.

"You shouldn' t do that."

"I'm sorry."

Harry sighed and stepped aside letting her come in. Closing the door behind him he asked again. "So what's wrong?"

Hermione fidgeted with the shirt. "Can I sleep with you?"

"What?!"

"I'm sorry," Hermione said quickly. "B-but Ginny is not here and I-I don't like sleeping in the dark alone."

Harry didn't want to upset her so he agreed. "Fine. You can sleep in Ron's bed." He pulled the covers back for her before returning to his own bed. Hermione stared at him as he laid down. "What?"

"Um...nothing." She slowly got into Ron's bed and turned to face Harry.

Harry felt umcomfortable having her stare at him so he turned the other way.

In the middle of the night, Harry woke, hearing moaning and shifting from Ron's bed. He turned and saw Hermione twisting and turning. Concerned he made his way to Ron's bed. Up close he could she Hermione was sweating. Her moaning got louder.

"No...no...help...No!"

"Hermione," Harry nudged her.

"NO!" Hermione bolted up, fully awake.

"Hermione, what's wrong?"

Hermione brought her knees toward her and shivered as she put her arms around them. "N-nightmare. Sc-cary. I-I saw him."

Harry understood completely what she meant. He sat on the bed next to her placing one of his hands on her shoulder. "It was just a dream Hermione."

Hermione then embraced him. "I'm scared. I don't want to be left alone in the dark."

"You're not alone, I'm here. I'll keep you safe," he comforted her.

"You promise," she whispered.

"Yes, I promise." Harry just stayed like that allowing Hermione to embrace him. Once she was better he would go back to sleep but it seemed this wasn't the case.

Hermione pulled the covers over Harry as well. She motioned him to lay down. Reluctantly, he laid down. Hermione then snuggled closer to him and closed her eyes. He couldn't help but stiffen at her closeness. He felt her breathing on his chest. Awkwardness overtook him and he wanted to get into his own bed. Hermione was still 17, no matter what age she acted. His protest then subsidden when he looked how calm she looked sleeping. It seemed as if she hadn't had a nightmare. 'I wonder, is this the first time Hermione has dreamt of Voldermort?'

A/N Hope you all enjoyed that. Please let me know what you think so far and if this sounds like a good story to continue.