If I Was Invisible by seleene_paris

Rating: PG
Genres: Romance
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 4
Published: 02/02/2005
Last Updated: 02/02/2005
Status: Completed

Based on the song "Invisible" by Clay Aiken, Harry Potter longs for Hermione secretly
in the trio's sixth year and takes some dramatic steps to be with her.




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If I Was Invisible

Author: S'Eleene Paris torres_01@yahoo.com

Started: December 5, 2004

Finished: December 8, 2004

Rated: PG (sexual situations)

Pairings: Harry Potter/ Hermione Granger; suggested Ronald Weasley/ Luna Lovegood.

Spoilers: Books 1-5

Synopsis: Based on the song "Invisible" by Clay Aiken, Harry Potter longs for Hermione
secretly in the trio's sixth year and takes some dramatic steps to be with her.

Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns all the trademarks to the Harry Potter universe along with the
Warner Brothers Company (an AOL Time Warner company). I can use them with out the direct consent/
knowledge of the above stated because I am using them strictly for non-profit except for the
exercising of my creative juices. Please keep my name, disclaimer, and the title attached to this
document when archiving. Thanks!

Dedication: To Danny: the boy who made me visible.

If I Was Invisible

By: S'Eleene Paris

The sunlight danced on the floor in the Gryffindor girls' dormitory and the birds twittered
about outside announcing the new school day's arrival. Buzzing annoyingly, Hermione's alarm
clock announced it was time for her to greet the morning.

Hermione Granger slapped her clock into silence and groggily grabbed her bathrobe to head into
the dormitory bathroom before the rest of the girls in her dormitory would take it over. She
slipped her slippers on and opened the dormitory door to proceed to the bathroom.

After walking down the hallway, she met up with Ginny Weasley. "Morning, Hermione. You must
be tired. Didn't you sleep well?"

"Actually, I had the best sleep I've had for months." Hermione's eyebrow rose
at the questioned. "Why?"

"Because you left the door to the sixth year dorms open." Ginny noted as she pointed
down the hallway to the open door.

"That's odd." Hermione glanced down the hallway toward the door in question. As
Ginny noted, the door had stayed open. Hermione did a double take to make sure she was seeing what
she thought she was seeing, and then went to close the door. "I could have sworn I shut
it."

"I guess you didn't." Ginny mentioned casually once Hermione came back to where
she stood.

"Yeah," Hermione said vaguely as if she were trying to figure something out, "I
guess I didn't."

"Oh well." Ginny shrugged. "Come on. You can help me figure out how to wear my
hair."

Hermione nodded her response and they continued down the corridor to the bathroom. Harry Potter
breathed a sigh of relief under his invisibility cloak. He had nearly been caught due to his
stupidity of falling asleep with Hermione. He really did not mean to fall asleep on the cold floor
next to her bed. In fact he had not meant to spend the completely later part of the evening with
his invisibility cloak draped over him. He just wanted to talk to her privately about his growing
feelings for her before he lost his courage.

Harry sighed as he progressed down the hallway and out of the girls' dormitory toward the
boys' dormitory to proceed to change into a clean uniform before Ron could inquire why he
stayed out all night long.

This had not been the first night he spent a few hours in the girls' dormitory and infact
every night for the past month since their return to Hogwarts he had joined his best female friend
in her room without her knowledge. He had been smart and did not watch her from the same place
every night, but he had been bold last night and as she slept, he held her hand in his.

During the summer when he had returned to the Dursley's house on Privet Drive in Surrey and
with out the usual course load amount of homework to perform because of he had taken his Ordinary
Wizarding Levels, the month prior he had plenty of time to think on his feelings and the past five
years worth of events.

It had occurred to Harry one night as he lay on the sun chair in the backyard with his arms
behind his head about he really felt toward Hermione. She had been there since day one at Hogwarts
and for some reason he would never quite felt the same with any other of the girls he dated as he
did when he was around Hermione. The longer he thought on the topic, the surer he felt for his best
female friend was love. The only problem: did she feel the same way toward him? Although he felt he
could share just about anything with her, he could not get the nerve to tell her how he felt about
her. "Some Gryffindor I turned out to be." He mumbled as he entered the Gryffindor
boys' dormitory and into the sixth year boys' room.

Fortunately, most of the boys he shared a dorm room with were still asleep and if they were not
they would have seen his bed curtains were pulled shut. Harry quickly took off his robes, changed
and his invisibility cloak under his pillow.

"Hey, mate." Ron whispered as he came out of the bathroom with just a towel wrapped
around his waist. His hair was wet and the water rolled off his body, dripping on to the floor.
"Where did you go last night?"

"What do you mean? I was here all night." Harry whispered and suddenly became
interested in the socks he was putting on.

As Ron was about to comment, a pillow hit him in the face. Seamus Finnegan had awoken at the
sound of their whispers. "Keep it down, some people are trying to sleep."

"You keep it down too, Finnegan." Neville yawned and Dean Thomas took his pillow to
cover his head so he could go back to sleep. Harry rolled his eyes and quickly grabbed his book to
escape Ron's questions. Unfortunately, Ron did the same and followed him out of the
dormitory.

"Aren't you going to answer my question?" Ron asked the duo climbed down the
stairs to the common room.

"No, I'm not. It's none of your business." Harry stopped in the middle of the
common room and folded his arms across his chest.

"What's not your business, Ron?" the bossy feminine voice of Hermione Granger
asked as she and Ginny climbed down the stairs from the girl's dormitory to the common
room.

"Where Harry was last night. He didn't come in until early this morning." Ron
gestured to Harry. "Who's the girl, mate?"

"It wasn't a girl." Harry lied, again. "I was out flying around."

"Every night since we came back? I doubt it." Ron rolled his eyes and Harry watched
Hermione's eyes filled only what Harry could call hurt.

"Must be a girl, then." Ginny concluded. "Who is she then? Come on, Harry. You
can tell us."

"Yeah, Harry." Hermione said flatly. "Who is she?"

"Look, I'm not seeing anyone."

"Harry, you can tell us. Its okay." Hermione adjusted her book bag nervously.

"I'm not seeing anyone. I think you people would be the first to know. Remember Cho
Chang?"

"Yeah, how could we forget?" Hermione mumbled.

"He's got a point." Ginny pointed out as the four exited the common room.
"Well, if you say it's flying, I'll believe you Harry."

The four of them were quite silent until they entered the Great Hall for breakfast. As soon as
the four of them were seated, Hannah Abbott approached the four of them. "Hey,
Harry."

"Hey, Hannah."

"Do you have any plans of continuing the D.A.?" Hannah asked nervously. "A few of
us were wanting to know because it helped us out a great deal last year. We know we have a
relatively good Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, but I know it was great learning from
someone who knew what it was like to battle against he-who-must-not-be-named."

"Well, let me think on it, Hannah. There is a lot of things on my plate this year and I may
not have time for it." Harry told her and he watched her expression drop. "Look,
don't be surprised if it does start up again, okay?"

Hannah smiled big and turned on her heals to go back to the Hufflepuff table to tell some of
those who were waiting his answer. "Its her isn't it?" Ron asked once Harry turned
back around.

"I'm not seeing anyone." Harry insisted and began eating his meal. No one else
said a thing before heading off to their first classes of the day: for Harry and Ron had double
Divination, Hermione had double Ancient Runes, and Ginny had double potions.

Ron stopped Harry in the corner before they headed up to the tower. "I know you don't
go flying last night because it was raining all last night and your hair would have been
wet."

"Look, you got me." Harry broke hold of Ron's hold on him. "I didn't go
flying last night. Satisfied?"

"No, because your invisibility cloak was missing too." Ron started, but one look into
Harry's eyes he knew the answer to his question. "You were with someone last night and it
wasn't Hannah Abbott weren't you?"

Harry was going to deny it, but Ron's eyes made him tell the truth. "Yeah, I was, but
she didn't know I was there."

"Who was it, Luna Lovegood?"

"Come on, Ron. Don't be thick." Harry rolled his eyes.

"It was Hermione, then." Ron brightened at the fact it was not Luna. Harry was
taken-a-back. Had his feelings for her been that obvious? "Before you start," Ron held up
his hands in protest, "I always thought you and Hermione would end up together as did most of
the Hogwarts population. That's why a lot of people didn't ask either one of you
out."

"She doesn't know." Harry sighed.

"Why not?"

"Because I can't tell her." Harry fixed the painting in the hallway after he had
finished leaning up against it. "Not yet anyway."

"So you're going to pine away for her and stalk her after she's gone to bed until
you go mental?"

"I'd like to tell her, but what if she doesn't like me in that way back?"
Harry took interest in his shoes once again. "I don't think I could handle loosing her as
my friend, Ron. I need her. I need her badly."

"Look, mate. Life is about taking risks and you are the bloody boy-who-lived. What girl
wouldn't want you?"

"Hermione has never really cared about that. Remember Victor Krum? She turned him down to
go to Bulgaria."

"And why did she turn him down, mate? Because she wanted to be with you." Ron rolled
his eyes. "Look, Hermione swore me not to tell you this last year, but she fancies
you."

"Yeah, right. Since when?"

"Since third year." Ron answered. "After that incident with Sirius and Buckbeak.
You know the two of you never did tell me what happened that night."

"You're kidding with me." Harry asked as he began ascending the stairs.
"Forget what I said, Ron, because I can't tell her."

"You might as well tell her, Harry, because she's probably already figured it out. You
know how clever she is." Ron followed behind him up the staircase to Trelawney's
classroom.

Once they arrived in the classroom, Professor Sybil Trelawney told the sixth years to take a
seat at one of the tables with the comfortable armchairs. "We'll be reviewing everything
we have learned for the past three years and for the next two we will be going over it and
extending out knowledge for your N.E.W.T.s examinations late next year. We'll be starting with
tea leaves and reading them, so if you'll exchange cups with the person sitting across from you
we can get started."

Ron grabbed his best friend's cup and smiled down at it. Knowing his best friend's
dilemma, he almost laughed aloud. "Now what do we have here?" Professor Trelawney took
the cup in Ron's hand and examined it. "What do you think Harry's tea leaves read,
Mister Weasley?"

"It's definitely a hippogriff." Ron smiled back at Harry. "You're in
love, mate."

"Aww!" Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil exclaimed in unison.

"Not just love, Mister Weasley, true love." The Professor handed Ron Harry's cup
back. "Whoever Harry is with or wants to be with is his intended love and will more than
likely be with her by the by the end of the week."

After the professor turned away, Harry muttered under his breath. "Yeah, right."

Once class ended, Harry climbed down the stairs with Ron. As soon as they spotted Hermione in
the corridor, Harry called after her. "Hermione."

After several attempts to get her attention, Harry raced to get her to stop and wait for them.
"Oh, hey Harry. How was class?"

"Didn't you hear me call after you?"

"When?"

"Just a few minutes ago." Harry gestured down the hallway. "I was yelling for you
to wait up."

"Sorry, I must not have been paying attention." Hermione shifted her bag. "You
didn't answer my question. How was Divination?"

"It was fine." Harry said vaguely.

"We were reviewing reading tea leaves." Ron said once he caught up with Harry and
Hermione. "Our boy Harry here is going to be with his true love by the end of the
week."

"What?"

"Ron saw a hippogriff in my tea leaves." Harry rolled his eyes, but glared at Ron once
Hermione's gaze changed from him to Ron.

"Divination is a bunch of rubbish." Hermione almost laughed. "The only reason
either of you are taking the class is to get an easy "O"."

Neither of the boys argued with Hermione for both of them knew she was telling the truth.
Instead, Ron changed the topic. "I'm glad I don't have potion anymore, but you two
better be heading down to potions otherwise you'll be late."

Harry nodded and offered Hermione his arm playfully. "Shall we m'lady?"

"Yes we shall." Hermione took Harry's arm and together they walked down to the
dungeons leaving Ron to his free period.

*****

Potions dragged on and Harry knew he really should be taking notes but his mind (being
distracted as it was) chose Hermione as its topic of interest. Harry began sketching her face onto
a spare bit of parchment from his memory from the night before he watched her sleep. To Harry, it
had been the most beautiful sight he had ever seen.

Hermione's hair had formed all around her pillows and she smiled as if she were having the
best dream ever. Peaceful was the only word to describe it. He wondered, as he had so many times
that morning, what she was dreaming about and if she was dreaming about him. His attention came
back to the classroom once Hermione hit him in the arm. Harry looked up and found Professor Snape
standing over him. "Mister Potter, I asked you a question."

"Sorry, what was it?" Harry asked and before Harry could secure the parchment Snape
grabbed it with his sketch of Hermione.

"You're quite the budding artist, Mister Potter, but unfortunately I do not find a
picture of Miss Granger sleeping particularly arousing as you seem to." The potions master
handed the sketch to Hermione and continued. "Thirty points will be taken away from Gryffindor
house for your classmates inattentiveness and for doing other things while in my class. I'll
expect to see you, Mister Potter, tonight for detention."

Harry sighed and began taking notes that are more attentive. When Professor Snape had his back
turned once again, Hermione slipped Harry a note.

I think it is beautiful by the way. Did you take it from real life for from what you could
guess?

Harry smiled, but he knew he could not tell her the truth. He knew she would have hated him if
she knew he had drawn it from memory.

I just pictured it in my head, why?

Hermione was quick to answer.

It is really beautiful! I was wondering if I could keep it.

Harry smiled and wrote:

Sure, let me sign it for you.

Harry took the parchment, signed, and dated it.

Harry J. Potter 4/10

Hermione gestured for the parchment they were passing between the two of them.

What is the "J" for?

James. I know this is sad, but I never did get to know your full name.

Hermione J. Granger.

Harry almost laughed and copied her question.

What does the "J" stand for?

Jane.

Well, it is nice to meet you Hermione Jane Granger.

And you too, Harry (?) James Potter.

"?"

Is Harry your given name?

Yes as far as I know.

Hermione looked over at Harry and smiled at him. A few minutes later, their potion's class
was over and they headed to lunch.

*****

As his detention with Professor Snape, Harry arrived back into the Gryffindor common room too
tired to do his homework. Harry grabbed his invisibility cloak and changed into his pajamas since
the other boys were in the Gryffindor common room downstairs. Hermione was no were to be found, so
Harry guessed she turned in early. Harry wrapped his invisibility cloak around him and headed down
the hallway toward the Gryffindor girls' dormitory.

Once inside the dormitory, Harry climbed to the sixth year girls' rooms. He opened the door
and once he was inside, Parvati shut the door behind him once she noticed it had opened after it
had been shut. "The wind must have knocked it open." Parvati concluded as she went over
to shut the door.

The rest of the sixth year girls shrugged it off, but Hermione starred at the door
absent-mindedly as if she were trying to figure something out. "What's wrong,
Hermione?" Lavender Brown asked as she turned from her conversation with the only fifth year
in the room, Ginny Weasley.

"She's too busy thinking about that boy." Parvati filed her nails once she sat
back down on her bed, and then began painting them. "It is a shame she won't tell us who
he is. I'm sure we could get him t o ask her out."

"I know." Ginny sighed. "She wouldn't even tell me and I'm her best
friend."

"I'd bet it's your brother, Ginny. He's always flirting with her."
Lavender offered her as she gave herself a pedicure.

"Ron!" Hermione protested. "If you think what he does is flirting, you're
mental!"

"Okay, that really narrows it down then." Parvati counted off. "Then its
Harry."

Hermione instantly blushed. "It is Harry!" Ginny's mouth went as wide as he
eyes.

"Harry's just a friend."

"I think someone protests too much." Lavender finished painting her toenails and was
allowing them to dry.

"Yeah, sure Hermione." Ginny smile widened. "When did this happen?"

"I don't know, it just sort of happened." Hermione stood up from where she was on
the floor to look out the tower window beside he bed. "It just did."

"Just wait 'til Padma hears about this." Parvati muttered, but Hermione heard
her.

"No! You cannot tell anyone. If Harry finds out, it could be the end our friendship and I
don't want to loose him."

"Fine." Parvati sighed. "I won't tell anyone."

"But I will." Lavender giggled and Hermione climbed into her bed and shut the curtains
violently. "Does she have to be so sensitive? I was only joking."

"Come on." Ginny said as she stood up. Her braided pigtails fell forward and it was
hard for her to walk with the toe cushion between her toes. "I think Hermione has the right
idea and we should turn in early. I have a potion's test tomorrow and Snape is in one of his
moods lately."

"He must be on his monthly." Parvati laughed and escorted Ginny out. "You think
she'll be mad at us long?"

"For a while, but she'll get over it when she realizes we were joking." Ginny
smiled as she adjusted her make-up kit. "Good night."

"Night." Parvati and Lavender waved as Parvati shut the door, this time tightly.

"Night, Par." Lavender said as she went over to her bed and pulled the blankets
back.

"Night, Lav." Parvati lay down in her bed and soon every girl in the sixth year room
was asleep.

With his mind working quickly, Harry went over her bed to see if Hermione was okay. Harry pulled
back the curtains and found her lying on her side, fast asleep. Harry smiled and decided it would
not hurt if he lay down beside her. Harry wrapped his arm around her waist and held her tight
beside her with his cloak lying on the top of him so no one would know he was there.

Hermione rolled around and faced him with her eyes tightly closed. His heart raced and his
manhood grew a little more aware of Hermione's feminine qualities in the past year of so to the
point Harry could not control the hardening of the lower part of his anatomy. Laying her bed so
close to her, made it almost impossible to control himself. Her hand brushed past it, slightly as
he thought she adjusted herself on the bed. Harry closed his eyes in pleasure as her hand made
brief contact with it before she pulled away. He opened his eyes once more to find she had pulled
away his invisibility cloak and her cinnamon eyes were wide-awake. "How did you know it was
me?" Harry whispered.

"Really, Harry, you're the only one I know with an invisibility cloak."
Hermione's gaze went to Harry's tightened pajama pants. "Why didn't you tell
me?"

"Because I wasn't sure how you felt and I didn't want to loose you." Harry
took his hand an moved a stray from her face, "and I know hearts are not
unbreakable."

Hermione nodded in understanding. "I felt the same way."

"So where do we go from here?" Harry whispered back to her and his eyes filled with
hope this would not be the ending of their friendship.

"Here." Hermione whispered as she lowered his lips for a kiss. Once their lips met,
Harry decided it was going to be difficult to admit to Ron about how right he was about his and
Professor Trelawney's predictions.

*****

End.



