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Chapter 4:

There Was Something

Harry's P.O.V:

"Where is she?" Ginny murmured. She was impatient because she was worried. No, Ginny was just impatient. She was always impatient…

"She'll be here Gin." I breathed out, putting my arm around her shoulders gently, in effort to calm her down.

"What if she doesn't?" she demanded, playing with her fingers nervously.

"Are you really saying that?" I asked, not being able to hold back laughter. The 'Weasley pout' appeared again. "Gin, Hermione has never let you or me down before. She's never let anyone down before. It's practically programmed in her DNA to not be able to disappoint anyone."

She nodded as a response, but she didn't seem completely convinced. To be honest, I wasn't as sure as I had wanted to be. Hermione had, changed… I wasn't completely sure if I knew her anymore. Ron had said she was different and I had noticed it to some point, but…

No, she's Hermione. She'd never do that to you. Stop being a bloody idiot. I thought running a hand through my hair. She'll be here.

"Hermione!" At that instant, Ginny was gone from my grasp, running forward to a figure coming around the corner. Before I could catch a glimpse, Ginny had attacked one of my best friend's with a hug. Walking up to them, I felt myself gain a pleased smile on my face.

She may be different, but she's still my Hermione.

Letting her free from the hug, Ginny turned around to walk back towards me, allowing Hermione to come to her side. Seeing her in whole view, I was sure my smile widened. She looked great. She always looked great, but that day she was almost glowing. Her hair was pulled into a half up sort of thing so only two pieces were left down to hang delicately into her face, but her eyes were still completely visible. Those familiar hazel eyes shined in the soft train station light that day in a whole new way. It was almost like I was looking at her for the first time that summer.

There was something different there.

There was something about Hermione.

Hermione's P.O.V:

Ginny Weasley had a certain way of making you want to take back all the terrible thoughts you had ever thought about her by doing the simplest of things. The greeting I received from her at the train station was almost shameful. She loved me as her best friend and I was being a jealous moron about it things that weren't her fault.

Actually, it was shameful.

"Hermione!" she had exclaimed, running up to me and tackling me with a hug.

This wasn't a bitch hug, this was a friend hug.

You should hate yourself. I thought, smiling at Ginny and hugging her back.

As she turned around to lead me to one of my other best friends, I found another reason to hate myself. Once setting my sights on Harry Potter I couldn't look away. He looked great. I felt the envy begin to burn in my gut as I found his green eyes looking into mine with a bright attractive smile on his face.

Harry always looked great.

It was disgustingly wonderful.

I do hate myself. I thought with every step I took.

"Hey Hermione." he said, stepping towards me to give me a hug.

"'Ello Harry." I replied, wrapping my arms around his shoulders as he held my waist. Embracing him, I couldn't help but take in his smell.

He even smelled amazing.

I really should jump of the London Bridge…

Stepping away from our hug he kept a hand on each one of my arms, as he always did, and looked me up and down once.

"You look nice today 'Mione." he commented.

"Unlike every other day I am guessing?" I snorted.

His eyes narrowed for a second, as if he had been thinking to say something else, but he held back.

"Funny." he said, letting go of my arms and moving away from me, reaching his hand out to Ginny, who took it eagerly.

Yuck. I thought watching Ginny's fingers snatch his hand

"So, do you know when Ron will be here?" Harry asked.

"Soon. He sent me a text message while I was walking over here. I've got to hand it to him, he's starting to get this mobile thing." I explained, smiling gently, trying my hardest not to look at their entwined grasp again. I was sure that I might have felt the aggravating feeling of my certain type of annoyance if I permitted a single glance.

"Mum said her and my dad would be here at about 9:30. I guess dad had some things to do at work first." Ginny added, leaning into Harry, resting her fiery head on his shoulder.

Harry nodded, only to have something catch his eye in the distance, diverting his attention.

"Oy! Ron!" he called out, waving his free hand to him. I turned around, attempting not to grimace. Sadly, Ron was the last person I had wanted to see. It was sickening that I did want to see my, my boyfriend.

I hated that word too.

Boyfriend.

That only seemed suitable for someone who wasn't a completely hopeless lover with an outrageous temper.

Finally spotting his head red hair, I looked him over quickly with a soft smile on my face, just in case he looked at me looking at him. As usual, he had a goofy outfit on. A combination of sweater material and musty looking jeans. I couldn't help but wish that he dressed more like Harry.

I couldn't help comparing ANYTHING to him.

I needed to stop. There was something wrong with this…

I need something taller than the London Bridge to jump off of. I possibly even needed to be pushed…

"Hey mate." Ron said to Harry coming closer to the group. "'Mione." he turned to me with a soft smile on his face. Lifting up a hand, he clutched my chin and turned my face towards his and kissed me. I had to admit, he could be sweet sometimes. I believed that really was the thing that kept us together. That no matter what, I knew that he did love me.

I knew he would never really mean to hurt me.

"You ready for your last year Gin?" He started, tucking his hand behind my waist as he turned to talk to his sister. "Mum's mighty proud of you ya know. You'll be the first Weasley since Percy to actually make it all seven years."

We all shared a laugh from this comment.

"I'm just hoping I last that long. Don't know what I am going to do without you all there. It'll be weird." she replied saying every word to Harry.

Her obsession with him was really starting to sicken me.

Nope that was the annoyance, again…

Shit. I'm annoyed. I thought, biting my lip trying not to say anything I would regret.

That turned out to be harder than I thought.

A few minutes later, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley showed up. Hugs and kisses were exchanged and soon the entire clump moved through the platform. Next, the events that I had thought over in my head that morning occurred before my very eyes. Standing next to Harry, I became aware of his eyes as he watched our little 'virgin' fade off into the distance. They were unreadable as usual. He was often a locked down safe. Always unable to break into…

However, in the deep crevices of those eyes, I could have sworn there was something hidden in his green pools…

And I could have sworn it was relief.

Harry's P.O.V:

Ginny was gone. She was gone for 4 months and honestly, I felt a little… Free.

For 4 months, I didn't have to be concerned about hiding anything.

I didn't have to ask Hermione to lie for me.

And most importantly I didn't have to think about having to say those three dreadful words to Ginny's face.

Though, 4 months could go by quickly…

But for the time being, I felt… Free.

Calm.

Unworried.

Relived.

As soon as the train was out of sight, I looked to my side to see Hermione gazing up at me. I instantly felt a little self conscious.

What had she seen? I thought.

"What?" I questioned, meeting her eyes.

"Oh nothing." she said, looking away. I noticed a soft pink tint come over her cheeks. "I was, just looking at you I guess." she laughed a little at her own reply.

"Do you find me interesting or something?" I teased, elbowing her softly.

"Maybe a little." Hermione elbowed back, looking back at me from behind the curtain of her long, pretty lashes. Her eyes really were nice to look at... She then began to open her mouth to say something, but a sudden impulse cut her off.

"Do you want to go somewhere?" I interjected. "Get something to eat or something?"

Catching her off guard, it took her a moment to register the question I had thrown at her.

"Unless you are busy." I cut in again. "Cause then maybe we can go some other time-…"

"No." It was her turn to interrupt and I was glad she did. I was about to go off and probably would not have been able to stop. "That would be great."

"What about Ron?" I gestured towards our friend who was only a few yards away being attacked by his mother's grip and tears. Hermione laughed to herself at the sight, I joined in as well. I should have known that was going to happen...

"He's going to help Mr. Weasley at his office. I suppose they have a lot more work now. People aren't scared of Voldemort anymore, so they are pulling more pranks on Muggles now." she explained with a smirk on her lips.

"Perfect." I smiled at her.

"Though," her expression became uneasy. "You don't suppose that we could-… Well-."

It seemed she was struggling with the words in her mind.

"Not tell Ron about it? I just… I need some space. I have only been moved out for two weeks and he is already over at my place a lot-."

"Hermione. It's alright. I understand." I placed a hand on her shoulder. Her face reflected a twinge of thanks. I nodded and moved my hand around her shoulders and steered her back towards the platform exit to follow the Weasley's out without another word about it. I began to realize then that I would have to begin to learn to juggle my time between my best friends…

"So what did you have in mind for food?" she began. "I was thinking possibly this great coffee shop I found the other day. It's great. Oh, and the owner is a wizard. He charms the beans so you get even more energy when you drink his coffee. It's brilliant really…" she then began to ramble off about the coffee and it's historical importance and I couldn't help but smile. This was the Hermione Granger I knew. The one who held tons of useless information in her intelligent mind about almost everything. This part of her still existed, but there was still definitely something different about her…

I couldn't put my finger on it, but I did know one thing, it was interesting.

And I liked it.

It made me feel, different…

I didn't know what this meant, and I didn't care… But that scared the bloody hell out of me.

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