A/N: Hey! Here's chapter two. I hope you like it. Please R&R
Disclaimer: I'm disclaiming... J.K. Rowling is the millionaire Harry Potter owner, not me.
Ch.2 – Deep in Thought
Harry went to his usual seat on the left side of Hermione. Once seated he looked up at her and noticed that she had been blushing. 'She looks so cute when she blushes…' Harry thought. He sighed and then realized what happened. 'WHAT?!' he asked himself, 'What was that about? Why am I thinking of Hermione that way… I shouldn't be. She's my friend… Just my friend. Just as he thought that, Hermione stretched in her chair next to him and Harry caught a glimpse of her thigh.
A sharp intake of breath made Hermione look over at Harry. "Harry, all you okay?" she asked. Harry didn't speak. He didn't trust him to. All he could think about right then was the creamy, alabaster skin showing from under Hermione's skirt. He couldn't understand why he was so enraptured by it. 'It looks so smooth, so soft. I wonder what it would be like to touch it…'
"…ree." He heard sound but it didn't register. 'So soft…' he thought. "HARRY!" he heard in an urgent whisper. It finally clicked; someone was calling him. He whipped his head around to see who it was. "Harry, what are you doing?" He knew that voice. It was Hermione. He didn't understand what she was talking about. 'What does she mean, 'what am I do—'He stopped mid-thought and gasped. He realized his hand was in the air, as if he had been reaching for something. He had been reaching out to touch Hermione's thigh. He could feel the color rushing to his face.
Avoiding Hermione's eyes, he swiftly stuffed his hand into his robe pocket and thrust the other straight up in the air. "Professor Flitwick," he called, "I'm suddenly not feeling so well, may go to the infirmary?"
"Certainly. Will you be ver—" Professor Flitwick didn't get the chance to complete his question as Harry had already dashed out the classroom door and down the hall. He thought he'd heard Hermione calling his name again as he left, but he couldn't be sure.
He wasn't really going to the infirmary; he just needed to get out of the classroom. He headed for the boy's bathroom instead. Once inside, he went into a stall and locked the door. Seating himself upon a toilet he tried to slow his heartbeat. 'What is going on?' "Why did I do that?" he said aloud, though still to himself. 'How am I going to explain to Hermione what I was doing? I can't even explain it to myself.' Harry sat quietly for a while trying to figure what it all meant. 'It couldn't be possible… I can't… I can't like her. That's too weird. We're friends. She's my best friend.'
The racing in his mind slowed a bit and he was able to think a little more clearly. 'She has always been there for me…' He thought. 'If not for Hermione, I would be here right now.' Harry tried hard to think of the times he'd ever had thoughts about Hermione that were more than friendly. He remembered how he'd felt back in second year when Hermione had been petrified. He felt as if he was going to die. He wanted to spend every moment of his time by her bedside. "I thought I was just worried about my friend…" he said quietly. Then he remembered how he felt when she'd returned the hug she gave him. 'Her hair smelled like strawberries… it still does.' He smiled at that last thought and stood up quickly. "What the heck? I am a Gryffindor, aren't I?" he asked no one. "I have to admit it. I like her… I love her!" he said resolutely, and a little too loudly. In a rush he plopped back down on the toilet. 'I love her? Where did that come from?' He pondered the thought for a moment. 'I suppose I do love her. But now what do I do? I can't tell her. She doesn't feel the same way about me. It could ruin our friendship…'
Harry had a new problem now. 'What do I do? If I tell her, things will be very awkward between us. But I love her… I need her. It's not enough to have her as just a friend. I know that now. I need more.' He argues with himself. 'I can't tell her. I can't risk ruining everything and not having her at all. I just won't tell her.' He resolved. "Merlin, this will be a very long year." He said out loud, and with that he left the bathroom and headed to the Gryffindor common room as he knew class was over and he had a free period next.
A/N: Did you enjoy that? If you did, let me know. If not, let me know. Be gentle. I'll try to have chapter three up as soon as possible.