Hermione's Little Secret by snoopy_pie

Rating: PG13
Genres: Romance
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 6
Published: 27/02/2007
Last Updated: 27/02/2007
Status: Completed

Harry and Hermione are busy practicing Occulemency and Legilimency when something unexpected
comes to the surface. *snippiet* Over by the window he could see her robe thrown carelessly over a
dressing table and he felt very hot all of a sudden. His eyes focused upon Hermione who was sitting
in the middle of her bed with Crookshanks sprawled out on her lap purring contentedly.




1. Hermione's Little Secret
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Hey guys. I hope you all enjoy this. I had a wonderful time writing it. I think it was a
challenge at one point but it has been so long ago I'm not sure who asked for it or even if
this story even stayed within the challenge guidelines. It has been up on fanfiction.org for so
long I figured it was time to switch it over to here. It is complete as just a one shot. As always
none of these wonderful characters were created by me. I don't make any money off it them. JK
just allows us to play in their world for a little while. Thanks so much for reading.

Manda.

"Harry! You aren't even trying to get into my mind! I know you can do better than
that." Hermione was standing right in front of Harry who had again fallen down from her blast
of defenses. She had a scowl etched across her face and was giving him one of her very best
Hermione-ish stares.

"I'm trying Hermione but it is difficult when I don't really want to break into
your mind. It seems...wrong or something. Why do you want to do this anyway?" Harry stretched
out lazily on the floor of his room at Grimauld Place and closed his eyes. He had just offered
Hermione the same excuse for the past 3 weeks since his last encounter with Severus Snape. He had
been in the hospital for nearly a couple of days and now Hermione was determined for him to learn
Legilimency. She seemed to think it was important, but Harry seemed to be finding it difficult to
penetrate her mind. "It seems pointless now anyway doesn't it?"

Hermione sighed heavily and kneeled down beside of Harry. She tucked her feet beneath her and
gave him a slight poke in the ribs. "You know perfectly well why you need to know this Harry.
Snape hurt you last time and he wasn't even trying! You have to get good at both Legilimens AND
Occulmency if you want to stop them from killing you. Softness seemed to filter into her voice and
Harry opened his eyes and stared into her troubled face. "I don't want you to die Harry,
Will you try...for me please?" A single tear began tracing a path down her cheek and she
dropped her head to stare at the hard wooden floor. In that one moment Harry lost all his
resistance. He was being selfish and he knew it. How could he not give her anything she wanted? He
cared for Hermione, that was certain but did he care too much? He had felt so confused since his
break up with Ginny that he wasn't certain about much of anything anymore. One thing that had
kept inching into his mind was the fact that Hermione had always been there for him. Never did she
waver from his side. That had to mean something...didn't it?

Harry rose up and scooted closer to where she was sitting with her hands tightly balled into
fists. "Hermione," He whispered huskily, and lifted her chin up so they were looking
straight into each others eyes. He had to see that she was okay...had to know that she wasn't
angry with him. "I'm not going to die; I have too much to live for." He paused, as if
he had just realized how close he was to her and somehow he knew in that one moment that he wanted
to live for Hermione. She smiled at him with tears glistening in her eyes and she looked away
drying her eyes on the sleeve of her muggle sweatshirt. Harry felt her drift away again and he
cursed himself for believing there could be something there between them. *I am a fool* he
thought to himself.

"Does this mean your going to work hard at this? I know it is a lot to ask but is so
important Harry--"

Rising up he took out his wand and stretched out his hand to help her up. "I'm ready to
try again Hermione.

Relief seemed to spread over Hermione's features and she grasped Harry's hand to be
pulled up.

"Okay, now on the count of 3 Harry alright?" Hermione was once again all business and
Harry smiled at how efficient she was at getting what she wanted.

She raised her wand and waited for Harry to say he was ready. When he nodded she began the count
down. "...1..."

I can't believe how pretty she looks in that purple sweater.

"...2..."

Oh wait I'm supposed to be concentrating.

"...3..."

"Legilimens!"

Harry felt Hermione's mind weaken with the force he propelled forward and her eyes widened
briefly before images began flashing thru Harry's mind.

FLASH!

Hermione screamed with fear as a giant troll lumbered toward her. She is frozen and suddenly Ron
and Himself run into the bathroom both looking nothing like heroes.

FLASH!

Hermione holding on tight to Harry with closed eyes as they zoom thru the night on the back of a
Hippogriff.

FLASH!

Hermione, screaming and clutching her face with her hands as she watched him dive straight down
to snatch a bright golden egg from beneath a Huge Horntail Dragon and narrowly escaping a ball of
fire.

FLASH!

Hermione, standing frozen with fear not able to move...small dusty orbs surrounds them and she
is frightened beyond anything she has ever felt...suddenly a shout and Harry reaches for her and
pulls her out of harms way as the shelves begin falling all around them.

FLASH!

Hermione, sitting beside him and he is unconscious in a hospital bed at Hogwarts. Large tears
streaming down her face as she caresses his hand. Timidly she stands up and gently touches his
scar. She bends to kiss his forehead...she pauses and at the last moment her head lowers and she
lovingly kisses his lips closing her eyes as if she wants to savor the moment. Hermione then lays
her head in the crook of his neck and weeps. Very softly she speaks, "Oh Harry, I care for you
so much please don't ever leave me".

FLASH!

Hermione was knocked backwards as Harry withdrew from her mind and both were shocked over what
he had just seen. Before Harry could make sense out of what had just happened however, Hermione
jumped up and clamped a hand over her mouth before she ran out of his room sobbing.

Harry raked his hands thru his hair frustrated and confused over what he had just witnessed.
*Could it be true? Did she really kiss me like that?* Suddenly, tightness began to grip his
heart and as ridiculous as it sounded he was jealous that he hadn't been awake to experience
those soft pink lips touching his own. Why couldn't he have been aware of this secret kiss?
There was a pounding in his brain and before he knew it he was half way down the corridor calling
her name thru a locked bedroom door.

"Hermione! Please open the door...you kissed me! I mean we need to talk about this!"
He prayed that Ron was sound asleep by now as it was nearly midnight but he lowered his voice all
the same

"Go away! I can't face you now Harry!" He could hear her sobbing on the other side
of the door and leaned his head against the solid oak door as if in defeat.

"Come on Mione..." He pleaded softly. "I really need to talk to you. Please
don't shut me out." He couldn't stop thinking about that kiss and he kicked the door
pathetically when nothing but silence could be heard from the other side of the door.

Surprisingly he heard the lock click and he hesitated before a small soft voice reached his
ears. "It's open now Harry. Come on in."

Harry smiled with relief. Her tone of voice told him that she wasn't angry and that had been
what he had been most afraid of. He swallowed hard and nervously turned the handle. He had never
been invited into her bedroom before, and doing so now seemed private and intimate. It was a line
that neither he nor Ron had ever crossed before. It was understood that Hermione's room was off
limits no matter what and the boys always respected that.

He pushed the door open quietly and stepped over the threshold. This was where Hermione slept
and Harry couldn't help but notice how soft and warm everything looked in contrast to his own
bedroom. Her bed was a large four poster with a purple fluffy comforter and a lovely matching
canopy. Over by the window he could see her robe thrown carelessly over a dressing table and he
felt very hot all of a sudden. His eyes focused upon Hermione who was sitting in the middle of her
bed with Crookshanks sprawled out on her lap purring contentedly.

Harry was unsure how to proceed now that he had gotten here and for a moment he was speechless.
"Hermione..." he said gently.

"Don't say it...Please?" Can't we just forget it even happened? She gazed up
into his eyes pleadingly and turned away when he smiled at her. "What are you smirking at
Harry?"

"What makes you think I could forget something that I don't even remember
happening?" Harry loved how her eyes grew wide with shock, and he took advantage of the
situation and moved closer to sit beside her on the bed. "As a matter of fact I think you have
an advantage over the situation."

Hermione eyed him skeptically and scooted a little farther way from him uncertainly. "What
advantage are you talking about?"

Harry fluffed the pillows dramatically and leaned back against them and closed his eyes. "I
am speaking of the fact that while you have the memory of that kiss, I on the other hand have never
experienced it. How can I say I would want to forget something I have never experienced?"
Harry opened his eyes to see her reaction and continued, "Maybe I am jealous that I can't
recall your secret kiss Hermione..."

Hermione's mouth dropped open and she flushed a bright pink as Crookshanks stretched and
discreetly left the comfort of his Mistresses lap. "You...you are jealous?" She asked
timidly.

Harry rose up slightly and slowly nodded his head never taking his eyes off of her. His heart
was racing but he couldn't let this go, not when he was so close to uncovering the truth to how
she felt.

"What do you suppose we do about that?" She whispered. Harry held is breath for a
moment and cautiously reached up to caress her cheek as if he was afraid she would turn away.

"I only want the chance to decide for myself whether to disregard your kisses..." He
paused and smiled tenderly, "or to cherish them."

Hermione released a deep sigh and unconsciously leaned in close to him. She could smell his soft
musky aftershave and every nerve in her being was suddenly very aware of his presence. "Should
I kiss you again then?" Hermione had never been so daring with any boy and the fact that it
was Harry made it doubly exciting. How long had she dreamed of such an encounter?

"Well, I think I'll take care of the kissing this time...if it is alright with
you." He whispered in a deep voice and Hermione caught her breath.

Harry couldn't believe how beautiful she was. He was even more attentive to how lovely her
eyes shimmered from the soft glow of the lamp on her night stand. She was so close his heart ached
with the need to at last have someone who really cared. It meant so much that she trusted him and
he smiled down into her hopeful eyes.

They inched closer until their lips were so close he could feel her sweet breath. As she closed
her eyes Harry very tenderly closed the distance between them and in one swift exciting moment
their lips touched. It was like kissing an angel. Harry became lost in the sensation and
instinctively brought his free hand up to the back of her neck to very tenderly hold her closer.
Hermione moaned and gasped as Harry deepened the touch by urging her lips to open, allowing him
greater access to her softness. The kiss was intoxicating and he felt light headed with want. He
wanted to be closer, and before he knew what was happening she had snaked her arms around his waist
allowing him to slowly ease her down into the soft pillows. It never occurred to them that they
should stop. It never entered their mind that feelings can sometimes get away from you if they had
been held back for so long. They were completely involved in this new discovery of each other and
simply didn't think about the consequences of their actions. All they knew was something had
ignited between them that they didn't know how to extinguish. They didn't want to...they
didn't need to...The desire was mounting with each tender stroke of hot flushed skin. They
wouldn't have stopped...they didn't want to...they wanted to be closer...to be together...
They were both more than eager to continue, but just as they both were about to soar to new heights
there was a rather loud knock on the door.

"Hermione, are you okay in there?" Ron was tapping nervously on the door and Harry and
Hermione both froze, suddenly very aware of what was happening or rather what almost happened.
Harry slowly withdrew from her embrace and turned his head as she straightened her clothing and
nervously called out, "Yes Ron I'm fine."

"Are you sure?" he asked skeptically. "You were making funny noises and moaning
some."

Hermione clapped her hand over her mouth and Harry just shook his head and nearly doubled over
to keep from laughing.

Hermione jumped out of bed and grabbed her robe from her dressing table and jerked it on
hastily. After making sure Harry was out of sight she cracked the door a bit and peeked out into
the darkness. Ron was standing out in the dark corridor wearing a T-shirt and orange pajama
bottoms. He was rubbing his eyes and looking very concerned. "Hermione... Is that you? Why
does your face look so flushed? Are you sick?"

"What? Oh umm...yes actually I am Ron I think I umm...have a stomach ache or something.
Thanks for checking on me. That is really very sweet of you. Goodnight!" She tried to shut the
door but Ron caught it and looked very suspicious.

"Maybe I should go get Harry. He knows a few spells that could help."

"NO!" She screamed and Ron jumped back staring at her as if she had suddenly grown to
heads.

“I mean...there really isn't a need Ron. I have already done everything that needs to be
done and I'm sure I'll be better in the morning. Now you run off to bed." She said
this last part in a very commanding tone which apparently satisfied him for he nodded his head and
yawned before scooting down the hallway to his own room mumbling something about women who were
bonkers.

Hermione quickly closed the door and turned around to observe Harry who nearly guffawed with
laughter. She shushed him and began pushing him toward the door. "You have to get out Harry!
What if he decides to go to your room for help? You have to go!"

He stumbled toward the door and thought her hasty attitude was quite adorable. "Okay, okay!
I'll go but let me say one thing before I do." He grabbed her hands and pulled her
near.

Hermione smiled and gazed up at him bashfully. "What do you want to say?"

Harry simply kissed her hands and leaned down to whisper in her ear. "Just that your kisses
are enough to drive a man to distraction and I don't think I'll ever get enough. Now we
both have a beautiful memory." Hermione became quite flustered and he winked teasingly at her
before disappearing down the long passageway.

After Hermione had closed her door and Harry slipped into his own room a very suspicious Ron
Weasley stood hiding under a stolen invisibility cloak and smirking from ear to ear. “Well it is
about bloody time!” he muttered to himself. “They sure took long enough.” With that he tiptoed back
to his own warm bed satisfied that his suspicions were at last confirmed and Harry and Hermione
were at last a couple.

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