AN: Wow, I had no idea this story would get such a response like this. Thank you to all the reviewers and to those who just keep reading everything this story has to dish out. And by the way, if you like this story then you'll love my next story that will be coming out soon. It's another HHr!

Chapter 6: Ways To A Wizard's Heart

Hermione drifted to sleep peacefully that night. Surprising sense Harry had almost kissed her earlier that day. But, Hermione saw it as a boy thing. For example, the scene in the movie probably set off his hormones or something like that. It was probably all a big mistake. I mean, why would Harry kiss her…on purpose.

Hermione found herself dreaming of him. She was sitting on her four-poster bed back at Hogwarts, he was sitting next to her. His hand rubbing her thigh. Slowly. Teasingly.

She looked up at him. A look of intense passion was staring back a her. He was so handsome. No longer pale. But not too tan. Just perfect.

They began snogging each other. His tongue exploring her mouth. She felt turned on by his tongue massaging hers, and how one of his hands was slowly finding its way up her shirt. She felt him reach his destination. She involuntarily moaned. He began whispering her name. It grew louder and louder.

Hermione woke up with a tiny whimper, quickly sitting up and almost knocking Harry onto the floor. He was sitting on the edge of her bed, it was morning.

"About time you woke up." He smiled slightly. Hermione took in her surroundings as she tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. Daylight was streaming through her window.

"I've been saying your name and trying to wake you for a few minutes now. What were you dreaming of? You kept making like, well…these little moans or something." Harry added.

Hermione's eyes grew wide. She suddenly realized the fact that she had had a sexual fantasy about her best friend. What the bloody hell? I don't think of him that way. Not Harry. Not my best friend. How could I have dreams of him like that? It must have been the kiss. Well, the almost kiss.

"Hermione?" He asked concerned, his eyebrows coming closer together.

"I…what are you doing in my room?" Hermione asked, changing the subject seemed to be a good escape route.

"Oh, I came to borrow a book." Harry replied showing off a proud smile like he had accomplished something great.

"You and a book? Are you feeling ok Harry?" Hermione teased.

Harry chuckled as he walked over to the bookcase in Hermione's room. He fingered the spines of books as he silently read the titles. He stopped when he came across an, well…interesting book.

Interesting as in, this book was interesting to find in Hermione's room.

He removed the book from it's shelf and looked at the cover.

Ways To A Wizard's Heart by Juliet Bonnets.

Harry looked over his shoulder. Hermione was no longer in the room. She must of gone to the bathroom or something. He returned his attention to the oddly thick book.

He opened to the first page.

Ways To A Wizard's Heart

Chapter I - Boy Types

Chapter II - Crushes

Chapter III - The First Date

Chapter IV - The First Kiss

Chapter V - Snogging 101

Chapter VI - Sexual Intercourse

Harry's eyes were immediately drawn to Chapter 6. He flipped through the book and found it's first page.

After a while, your attraction to your wizard will grow. You both will feel a stronger bond and have more emotion and passion. Learn now, that there are many ways to prevent this stage in the relationship. But, also be warned that this stage can happen and will happen to everyone. The stage in question is where a wizard and a witch find themselves on the brink of sexual intercourse.

Harry skimmed through the parts about how to prevent becoming pregnant. He found it interesting that there were so many ways. Charms, potions, pills, condoms, spells, and the most painful one of all, the Offspring Prevention Curse.

He soon found his way into parts that he didn't want to know. Parts about how a girl would "feel" during her first time. Harry quickly shut the book, only to re-open it at the first chapter.

Wizards come in more then one type. What I mean is, they all are different but can be placed into specific groups. Knowledge about these groups could help you through your intimate life.

Type 1, is the most common type. This type of wizard is your friend. He will always be there for you but not in the intimate way. Be warned that this type of wizard may show extreme stupidity in the female department.

Type 2, this wizard is not your friend. This wizard shows off a tough guy act on the outside, but deep down has real feelings. These feelings may or may not concerne you, but there is always hope that he may fancy you.

Type 3, the wizard that we all crush on. You simply can not help but to dream of him, even if you're friends with this wizard. Normally this type can be very trustworthy (under certain conditions) and can be an idol to many. Show great care with this type, as these wizards occasionally tend to break more hearts then you can count.

Type 4, the final type of wizard is the mysterious one. You know hardly anything about them. They are the ones that sit in class and never talk. They seem to be fairly popular with their own friends but you can't help but think about them. Usually these wizards are good people but you can never be certain.

Harry found this book strange but completely addictive. He skimmed through the book, deep in thought. I wonder if Hermione has read this book. Which type of guy am I? Which one does she think I am?

Harry quickly closed the book as Hermione strolled into the room, her hair was shiny and had just been brushed. Her teeth were clean and had just been brushed as well. Plus, she had changed from her pajamas.

"Find the right book?" Hermione curiously asked.

"Why is this in your little library?" Harry playfully gave a small smile and showed her the book.

She immediately froze. Her cheeks turning rosy red. Her eyes growing wide. Fear oozed from her skin.

"I got it this past Christmas from my mother." She said looking at the floor. "As a joke." She quickly added, looking back up at him.

Harry's smile turned genuine. His eyes twinkled at her. She noticed. This, and only Merlin knows why, made her knees feel weak and her stomach have butterflies.

"And have you read it?" Harry curiously asked, looking at the cover of the book to ease Hermione's awkwardness.

"Bits and pieces, I mean honestly Harry it's book, and I love to read. And you yourself said never to judge a book by it's cover." She quickly stated back as casually and playfully as possible.

"How bout by it's sixth chapter." Harry replied playfully after he had opened the cover and scanned the table of contents.

Hermione's blush deepened. The truth was that she had read that particular book approximately twelve times. She knew it by heart. And she defiantly knew about the sixth chapter.

"Which chapter is that?" She asked walking over to his side. She prayed he would mistake her tone for curiosity.

They stood in silence neither knew what to say. Finally they locked eyes after several glances towards each other.

They stood still. Neither moving. Neither thinking. Neither blinking.

Harry's stomach felt weak. Hermione's pulse was jumping.

Harry felt the book slip through his hands. Hermione heard it hit the floor with a thud.

He felt himself lean towards her. His head tilting to one side. She watched as he grew closer. His lips 95 percent of the way. He stopped moving. He hesitated. His eyes staring at Hermione's lips. But his eyes were forced to close when her soft lips touched his.

Hermione found her hands running through his hair. They were now pressing their lips against each other hard, as if life depended on it. Harry found his hands on her hips. Pulling her close to him.

He licked her lips, asking for entrance. She didn't hesitate to let him in. Within seconds their tongues were exploring each others mouths.

Hermione began to stumble backwards, he knees hit the bed and she went down onto it, Harry going with her.

Never breaking the kiss...