Well, I got only one suggestion (Thanks,emyy250) but I already had an idea in mind, so it's all good. On with the story!

Pale sunlight streamed through the open flap of the tent. It was still quite chilly out, and a still half-asleep Hermione snuggled deeper into her blankets.

Wait...Blankets? This caused Hermione stir a little more. She hadn't brought a blanket out with her...

As she dragged herself back into the realm of consciousness, Hermione realized she was in her bed. She had more blankets wrapped around her than normal. On the top of the pile was Harry's blanket.

Harry's.

Blanket.

Hermione blushed crimson red, and tossed them off before looking around the tent. She didn't find him, but she did find a little note. The note read:

Hermione-

You fell asleep outside. It was bloody freezing out there, so I brought you back inside before you could get sick. I hope. Anyways, I couldn't sleep, so I took over the watch. I'm probably still outside if you're reading this, actually.

With love, Harry.

P.S. There is now a little drool stain on the tent. I wonder where that came from...

Hermione blushed even deeper, a small sense of horror spreading through her. She drooled?! And Harry saw it?!

...So what if he saw it? Why did she even care?

In the back of her mind, Hermione ignored the little inner voice that quipped, "because you're falling in love with him."

Pushing her terror and confusion to the side, Hermione stood and went outside to find Harry. He was sitting a foot or two away with his back to her, a thin blanket wrapped around himself.

"Harry?" she called softly. He glanced over his shoulder.

"Yes Mione?" he asked, smiling at her in a way that sent her heart racing.

"Have you been out here all night?" It was hard to keep her composure.

"Yes..."

Hermione sighed. "Go inside and get some sleep."

"I'm not tired. Besides, we have more important things to do right now."

"Please, Harry, if not for your sake, then for mine."

His resolve melted away. "Alright, but don't let me sleep for very long, OK?"

She nodded, fighting to hide her smile. Harry slowly stood up and walked past her. Their fingers brushed for a moment, and Hermione wondered if he had done it intentionally. Not that she could ask; he was already inside the tent.

Harry sighed as he hit the bed. In truth, he was tired, but he couldn't sleep. The memory of last night still haunted him; an innocent dance turned into...

Into what? What exactly had happened? Harry simply didn't know.

*Flashback*

"Hermione?" Harry asked as he peered out of the tent. It was an hour or so after the dance, and she hadn't come back inside. He had wanted to give her some space, but the worry eventually got the better of him.

She was leaning against the tent, sound asleep. A little line of drool had escaped her mouth, leaving a stain on the tent fabric. Harry chuckled a little at the sight; she looked absolutely adorable.

It was getting cold out now; he had to get her inside. Careful not to wake her, Harry scooped Hermione into his arms and carried her inside. He placed her on her bed and covered her with several blankets, including his own. Grabbing a piece of paper and a pen, he quickly penned a note explaining where he was and left it near the bedside. He turned to leave, but before he could stop himself, Harry bent down and gently kissed her forehead.

And the weirdest thing? He didn't even regret it.

*End of flashback*

Well there's a good way to end it. Right? *dead silence*

O...K...

Reviews (and suggestions) would be dearly appreciated. Bye guys!

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