A/N: revised it :) only minor changes. Next chapter will be up soon! Also, thank you to my lovely beta; Jessie.

Chapter Five

The next few weeks passed without anything spectacular happening. Harry and Hermione never told Ron or Ginny, and Draco and Pansy never told any of their friends. But, Harry was feeling a bit torn. Does he tell Ron after all? Or does he just keep his mouth shut to avoid the fight that was sure to come when he did? He knew he couldn't keep it from him forever. He contemplated this as he sat at the lake. It was a place he visited a lot, just to clear his head or think in general. Only, this time, his musings were interrupted by a certain Slytherin.

"Sitting here again?" he saw Draco sit down next to him. His fingers ran through the grass.

"Needed to think." Harry said with a shrug.

"You seem to think a lot these days." Draco said. "Does it hurt? The thinking, I mean." he added.

"You know what." Harry made to get up and leave. "If you're still going to be like this, I am going to leave."

"No!" Draco gripped his arm and stilled Harry. "I'm sorry." He said. "Old habits die hard." Harry sat down again but was still a little apprehensive.

"Why did you come here?" he asked the blond.

"During the meetings," the boy started, "I saw that you and Granger were different than I thought you were. I didn't know you were gay. That sort of… came out of the blue."

"Yeah, I know." Harry responded. "Imagine my surprise.'

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Harry wasn't the only one doing some thinking. Hermione was thinking about the same thing as she sat in the library. She was supposed to finish her Charms essay, but couldn't think straight anymore. It wasn't only all the questions she had that kept her from doing things as she usually did, but someone special distracted her these days. She knew it would go against all the things she believed in if she did tell that person her feelings, but, she had been so wrong about everything else, why not about this person's reaction?

She sighed and laid away her quill, she wasn't going to be able to finish the essay today. Her musings were interrupted by the person she was thinking about.

"Can I help?" Pansy sat down next to Hermione. The library was empty since it was rather late, which reminder Hermione, she had to do her prefect rounds.

"No, I was just finishing up, have to do my rounds." She tried so hard not to look at Pansy, afraid she would continue to stare at her like she did every time she saw her.

While putting away her quill and ink, she knocked over a stack of parchment and it fell to the floor.

"Fantastic." Hermione moaned. She reached down to collect her work, but another hand was doing it already.

"Here." Pansy handed her the stack of parchment.

"Thank you." Hermione looked up. Damn. She looked straight into Pansy's eyes.

"No problem." Pansy smiled. They stood up. "Um, want to do our rounds together?" she asked unsure.

"Oh, yeah, I forgot you're a prefect to." Hermione said. "Sure."

Pansy smiled and Hermione thought it was the prettiest sight she had ever seen.

She couldn't help it; she kept staring at her, even when they were strolling around the corridors. Pansy knew Hermione was looking at her. She had some trouble herself not to look at the other girl too.

Hermione felt her hands beginning to sweat as she clasped them together. She was nervous. Here she was, in a dark, abandoned corridor with a beautiful girl with whom she was in love with. People say teenagers don't know what love is. But she was sure she was close enough to be nervous and thinking about her all the time. Hermione was past the 'crush' phase. She had moved on to the phase where everything reminding her of Pansy. To having her grades drop because she couldn't concentrate. To feeling sick when she didn't see her one day.

She was shaking, and it wasn't because she was cold. Pansy noticed and frowned in concern. "Are you cold?" Hermione shook her head but Pansy didn't wait for an answer and took of her green blazer. She draped it around Hermione's shoulders. She was so close Hermione could faintly feel her puffs of breath on her nose. She shivered even harder and Pansy started rubbing Hermione's arms.

"What's the matter?" Pansy asked, now really concerned.

"Nothing, honest." Hermione said, but it didn't sound very convincing.

"Now that, I don't believe for a second. Come here." To Hermione's horror, Pansy wrapped her arms around her waist and hugged her close. It was hard to remember to keep breathing, but she managed. Hesitantly, she placed her tiny hands on the other girls waist, every so lightly. To her surprise, her shivering lessened. But she didn't want Pansy to let go. After recovering from the shock, Hermione found herself franticly hoping the other girl wouldn't let go any time soon.

"Feeling better?" Pansy asked. Hermione swallowed.

"A bit." To signal that she wanted to stay like this a little while longer, Hermione leaned her head on Pansy's shoulder. She smiled in the girls black hair. This was what she had been dreaming of for weeks: to feel Pansy close to her.

After being in her own little heaven for a while, she felt Pansy's chest heave when she asked her something. "What are you thinking about?" Hermione bit her lip.

"You wouldn't want to know." Hermione was dying to tell Pansy how she felt, but she refrained from doing it.

"Try me." Pansy whispered in her ear. Hermione let out a pant through her mouth as she felt Pansy's lips brush against her ear accidentally.

"You." Hermione whispered. It was out before she knew it. Pansy pulled back, smiling and Hermione's heart sank. Of course, the Slytherin girl was bound to laugh at her, "never mind!" Hermione pulled free and started to walk away.

Pansy grabbed her arms and pushed her against the wall, roughly. She stood in front of the other girl and blocked her so she couldn't get away. She grinned. "Where are you going, Granger?"

"Just leave it, Parkinson." Hermione wanted to get away, feeling heartbroken.

"I don't think so." Pansy pushed her back against the wall and held her hands together so Hermione's couldn't so a thing. Her eyes sparkled and Hermione got a little scared.

Pansy's grin grew wider.

"What are you doing?" Hermione's voice went an octave higher.

"Giving you what you deserve." Pansy whispered.