AN: Warning: This chapter overuses the word 'unfortunately.'

Chapter 4: Unfortunately

My Point Of View:

Harry and Hermione had a long talk after there little, um…turn of events? Yeah, let's go with that.

Hermione and Harry spent the rest of their day pretending that nothing happened. Unfortunately for them, Mrs. Granger noticed the still tense silences and fake smiles.

And at dinner that night, Mrs. Granger couldn't stand the awkwardness between the two. I mean, had she not done her job good enough?

Hermione sat on the Kitchen stool across from Harry. Basically, as far away as possible. They both had apologized, but neither felt completely right about seeing each other the way they had.

"So Harry, liking the house are you?" Mrs. Granger asked casually.

"Yes, very much." Harry politely replied.

"Well, I was thinking about turning the guest room into a personal yoga room slash gym. You could perhaps, stay in Hermione's room." Mrs. Granger said casually, like it was an ordinary thing to say.

Unfortunately for Harry, he had been drinking some pumpkin juice when Mrs. Granger had spoken. Therefore, the shock and sudden embarrassment caused him to begin choking.

And even more unfortunately for Hermione, she had been taking a bite of pork, when it became stuck in her airway.

Therefore, I give Mrs. Granger 1 point for ruining a perfectly delightful meal.

Hermione immediately stood up and grabbed her throat. She had begun making gasping sounds as she desperately tried to breath.

Harry, having performed the Heimlich Maneuver various times on his cousin Dudley, quickly ran to Hermione's side. He placed his arms around Hermione's stomach.

Too many thoughts were going through Hermione's mind. Too many thoughts that came and went to quickly for me to even record and write down.

Harry, along with Mrs. Granger was yelling for Hermione to stay calm.

"Hermione! Stop moving! I can help you! Please, Hermione!" Harry yelled while trying to get her to stay still. She was moving around way too much, and he was afraid that he was going to hurt her.

Hermione was terrified. Panic had set in and her heart was screaming, her lungs threatening to burst if they didn't get air. I can't die! NO! NOT HERE! NOT NOW! Hermione's mind screamed. She was now forced down onto her knees, she couldn't feel her feet anymore.

She could here Harry yell something. She saw a flash of white light and the next thought that passed her mind was, I love you Harry Potter.

Harry had taken out his wand and yelled out a spell. The spell had unblocked Hermione's airway and she could now breath. Unfortunately, the shock and events had been too much. She fell backwards, unconscious.

Luckily, Harry had managed to catch her before she hit the ground. He completely lifted her off the ground in his arms.

If she had been conscious, she might have fainted. It was the story book moment were the princess was swept off her feet by Prince Charming. In modern words, a true Kodak moment.

Mrs. Granger was so stunned by the unfortunate accident she had caused, that she just stared. Unable to comprehend anything. Barley being able to breath herself. It happened so quickly. If you had blinked, maybe several times in a row, you would've missed it.

"Um, Mrs. Granger. I'm going to take her up to her room, okay?" Harry said nervously, he was still shaking at the thought of loosing Hermione.

Mrs. Granger slowly nodded her head. Not letting go of her death grip on the kitchen counter.

Harry turned and walked up the stairs. He pushed open Hermione's door with his foot. It was dark outside now, Harry could see out the window. Her view was much better then his.

Harry gently placed her on her bed. She was still sound asleep. He pulled back her sheets and then pulled them over her. He looked at her peaceful face. It seemed so content. So worry free. And looking at this perfect and peaceful face made Harry want to cry. He couldn't bare the thought of this face being hurt, or even in the slightest bit of pain.

Harry slowly turned towards the door. He wanted to stay with her, and make sure she was alright. But he felt like the day's events were enough for her. He didn't want to risk waking her.

As he walked over to the door he thought he heard her stir. But he didn't look. When he reached the door, he heard something. A voice. The voice. The voice of an angel. "Thank you." It had said in it's quiet but beautiful voice.

He turned to look at Hermione. Her face no longer peaceful, but like it had seen a werewolf devour a unicorn.

"Don't mention it." He softly replied.

"No, Harry, you saved my life. Again." Hermione replied sitting up.

"Well, life without Hermione Granger isn't very much fun." Harry replied sitting on the edge of her bed.

"You've saved me so many times. I could never show you how much I love you for that." Hermione felt chills. This was closest she had ever come to revealing her feelings.

"So you love me for saving you, and as a friend. But that's it?" Harry couldn't help sounding curious and a bit disappointed.

Hermione seemed to be considering her options. Which, I just so happen to know what they were.

1.) Shut the bloody hell up before you further ruin what could be saved.

2.) Say I Love You and have him not love you back, forever ruining your friendship.

The list went on, but I must say Hermione's mind wandered. I'll just get back to the story. No need to stall telling you the ending of this chapter. Unless, you want to hear my shopping list. Of course, you don't. But, then again, milk is very interesting. Or not. Or maybe you'd like to hear about the sale on potatoes. Or not. Or maybe I should continue the story. Yes, yes I shall.

Hermione chose an option that was not on her list. An impulse action indeed.

Without thinking or warning, she leaned vigorously forward and planted her lips onto Harry's. The sudden movement and surprise caused Harry to fall back on the bed, therefore, Hermione was now passionately kissing Harry while being on top of him.

Now, I have a choice to make. I can either tell you the emotional and juicy details of this kiss, or I could put it off. Making you suffer!!!!

And, I could give you the whole story on what this kiss progressed into, or I could MAKE YOU SUFFER!!!!

And, unfortunately for you. I choose to MAKE YOU SUFFER!!!! (Queue the evil laugh: MWUHAHAHAAHAHA!!!!)