A/N

sorry this took like 5 months. I don't own Harry Potter, still.

Waking up early is really not the best thing in the world. To Harry, waking up early was a nightmare. He really hated it, but there was something about this particular morning that really seemed…Pleasant. He knew that he was still on the couch in the common room. He knew that much, but there was something lying next to him. He started to feel around and noticed a mess of bushy hair on his shoulder. Was that who he thought it was?

Why is Hermione lying next to me?

Harry turned his head only to meet Hermione's face right next to his. She was asleep with a small hint of a smile on her face. Harry softly caressed her cheek with his hand and tucked her hair behind her ear. It was all Harry could do not to kiss her in that moment. She started to stir slightly and her eyes opened. Harry smiled at her.

How could anyone be this perfect?

Hermione smiled back at Harry and closed her eyes, only to re-open them; her face fell from a pleasant look to a startled one. Her body shot up and she was on the floor in no time.

"Oh, god, Harry. I am so sorry. I didn't mean to. I…I must have fallen asleep accidentally. I…" said Hermione, growing more and more exasperated.

"Hermione, it's okay," said Harry, trying to calm her down. "Nothing happened, we just slept. It's really okay."

Hermione sat on the edge of the couch next to Harry's feet. She put her face in her hands and let out a deep sigh. Harry leaned up and sat himself next to her. He wrapped his arm around her waist and Hermione started to rest her head on his shoulder.

"Why are you so upset?" asked Harry. Hermione started to speak into her hands, but Harry took her hands and held them.

"I just…I don't know, my life is starting to reverse or something. I'm starting to do poorly in school and I just keep embarrassing myself," said Hermione.

Harry really wanted to just hold her and tell her everything would be alright. He wanted to kiss her on the forehead and hold her hand. As he was about to, however, Ron just happened to interrupt.

"Hey, you two. Are you goin' to cry all morning or are we going to eat? I'm hungry," said Ron. His hair was, as usual, complete and utter chaos.

Great. Just great.

Things were really getting complicated for Hermione Granger. First, she fell on Harry Potter, her best friend. Then, she practically straddled him. Then, last night when she was watching Harry sleep, which is already creepy enough, she fell asleep next to him. Now, she finds herself sitting next to him, and across from Ron stuffing his face like eating food was a rare occasion. Hermione couldn't help but think about the way Harry had been looking at her earlier. She had been complaining to him about what Hermione thought was nothing.

I mean, honestly. He's the one that should be complaining. Look at what all he has to go through, and now he has to listen to me. But...He just looked so sincerely worried.

Hermione hadn't noticed Ron getting frustrated with her. If she had, she would've known that he was threatening to throw a piece of bacon at her if she didn't listen. Hermione came back to reality when she felt a piece of bacon hit her forehead.

"Wha..? God, Ron. What do you want?" asked Hermione, her face getting flustered with anger.

"'Bout time you heard me. I've been trying to talk to you for ten minutes!" said Ron. Hermione noticed Harry trying to stifle a laugh beside her.

"Well, what is it then?" asked Hermione. Yet again, Hermione noticed Harry trying not to laugh.

"Well, I don't know that I want to tell you now. You've made me feel well...unimportant," said Ron.

Hermione had almost gone to her limit with Ron. He was driving her crazier than usual.

Why couldn't he pick anothe day to screw with me?

All of a sudden, Hermione felt a hand on her own. She looked at Harry and he gave her a comforting smile. Their fingers started to intertwine and Harry's thumb was caressing her own thumb. It was a moment Hermione would remember for years to come. It was the moment she knew the answer to the most important question she had ever asked herself. She knew she had to have Harry Potter.

"Are you even going to try to get me to tell you?" asked Ron. Hermione noticed Ron was talking to her again and looked away from Harry.

"Please, Ron. Please tell me what it is you want to tell me," said Hermione.

"I did my homework for Snape's class so you wouldn't have to let me copy yours," said Ron, smiling and seeming accomplished.

"Wow, you got all huffy because I didn't listen to you tell me that?" asked Hermione.

God, he so ridiculous. He just ruins every moment.

Harry's grip on Hermione's hand tightened a little. It was Harry's way of trying to comfort her without anyone noticing.

"Well, I was excited 'bout it. It's not everyday I have all of my homework done," said Ron.

Hermione let out an exasperated sigh and looked at Harry, who was again trying not to laugh. Hermione let go of his hand and Harry looked almost hurt.

"Please inform me of why you keep laughing?" asked Hermione. Harry smiled and leaned in to whisper in her ear.

"You're just really amazingly attractive when you're angry," said Harry. Hermione blushed and grabbed Harry's hand again. Harry started laughing again.

Laugh it up, Potter. Payback can be a real bitch.