Sorry about the wait! I know its been way more than a month since I last wrote, and it's because of all this school! I am just now a freshman and this amount of homework is kind of overwhelming for me! So sorry! I hope you like this next chapter though! -Adri

Harry's POV

You can all imagine when she finally spit the words out. Pardon my language, but complete shit went down. Ron's face went madly red, Hermione's face got blotchy from tears. Mine was sweaty from trying to keep the two from killing eachother.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T LIKE ME!" Ron barked as he began to stomp over to Hermione furiously. That's when I rushed over to separate the two. "GUESS WHAT RON- I PLAIN OUT DON'T LIKE YOU! AND YOU SCREAMING BLOODY MARY AT ME DOESN'T HELP!"

"Guys! Stop yelling like crazy people! You don't hate eachother! We are best friends and nothing can change that!" Once I yelled that, Hermione's force on against me lessened, and her face got softer. Ron stopped trying to attack her, and instead went to his dorm, without passing a single words or looking back. I grabbed Hermione's hand and led her to the couch in front of the fireplace and sat her down next to me. As soon as we sat down on the couch, she put her hands around my waist and put her head on my shoulder. I gently moved my body so that my head would be on the armrest on the couch and we could lie down. Her surprisingly light body was slightly on top of mine and her head was on my chest. It wasn't for a good five minutes before I noticed her silently crying.

Her tears left dark wet circles on my shirt, and she was shaking ever so slightly that at first it looked like she was just cold. Not wanting to ruin the silence or disrupt her ceasing tears, I started to brush her hair with my fingers and let my fingers linger on her back just enough for my pleasure and for her not to really notice. Deciding it was time to say something I softly spoke the first words since Ron made his dramatic exit. "Hey, Hermione, I know that was hard for you to say to Ron, but it was a good thing." After I heard her start to sniffle less and less I added, "I'm proud of you."

Hermione's POV

At that, I wiped my eyes and looked up at Harry. I hadn't really noticed how close and intimate we were until that moment. I looked at his eyes. His chocolate brown eyes that gleamed with the kind of hope only some kinds of people in the world have. I looked at his hair, his messy black hair, with his bangs sticking to the sweat on his forehead. I looked back at his eyes, and for a moment I forgot he even said something.

"Thank you." The only words I felt fit the moment. The only words I could spit out that felt right. The only thing I could say that wasn't too complicated or too confusing. I saw a smile grow on his face, and seeing his smile made me smile almost as much as him. I laid my head back down on his firm chest and I squeezed him so tight that when he started to laugh he had to tell me if I kept squeezing him this hard he was going to explode. I released my grip as I burst out laughing with him.

It was probably almost 11pm, which was why there was not a single soul in the common room besides us. My eyelids started to slowly close and I was so out of it that I didn't even realize. I snuggled my body in between his and the back of the couch to my liking, and I moved around my head on his chest until I found a spot I was comfortable on. I thought he was asleep because the only sound was coming from the crackling fire a couple feet away from us, so I started to let myself fall asleep.

HARRY'S POV

Feeling Hermione wedge herself into a position of comfort and feeling her head on my chest felt so right. I can't describe how I feel, but I guess I can try. My body felt warm from the immense comfort and happiness I was feeling, yet I couldn't move, knowing that her fragile body was resting and depending on mince, and she looked so perfect the way she was. I couldn't breathe, not because I was nervous or scared, but at the moment I sincerely forgot how to. My feet were warm but my arms felt cold, so I slowly wrapped my arms around her small figure, and I couldn't help but kiss her on the top of her head.

Harry's POV

I woke up at around 6:30, and to my surprise Hermione was still completely asleep. Knowing her, I would have thought that she would be awake and studying or reading by 6. I looked around the common room to check that no one was down here and saw our almost compromising position. I guess I moved too abruptly because her head shot up so fast that she rolled off the couch making a loud thud on the carpet. I put my hands over my mouth as I burst out laughing.

"That wasn't funny." Hermione said as she pouted and crossed her arms over her chest. The sight of that made me laugh even more, causing her to laugh a little too. "Okay, seriously Hermione, I think you have a problem." She smiled as she took my hand and I helped pull her up. Realizing that she slept with me on the couch and cuddled, she started to blush wildly and she started to stutter, "Um Harry I think I, uhh, I think I have to go get dressed... I mean wow look at the time I am late for my daily reading I really have to go now." I chuckled to myself at the sight of her say what should have been three sentences in one breath. She turned around and right before she started up the girls dormitory stairs, she turned to me and said "Thank you though Harry. Seriously."

At that, she made me smile once more.