Hermione stared at the screen of the T.V., her heart was pounding so loud that she was
sure she’d be caught downstairs.
“Which one of us is next?” one of the characters asked.
“Good question,” Hermione replied.
“It’s me isn’t it?” the same character asked.
“You’re going to die,” Hermione whispered with a slight smile, awaiting what she
thought was obvious.
“I control my life, I control my death!” the T.V. blared.
Hermione’s eyes opened wide as she watched in amazement. She couldn’t believe that
she hadn’t seen the movie before. There was a creak behind her and she turned to look.
The room and the hall beyond were both empty.
“Hello?” she called her voice was barely above a whisper. There was no reply so she
turned back to the screen.
“Stay away from him, he’s going to die!” another character yelled.
“I’m not dead!” the one from earlier argued.
“Stay away from me!” the other one cried, “you’re going to die!”
Just as a character was killed in an amazingly gory and spectacular way, Hermione heard
another creak and she spun around in time to see a very familiar person standing behind
“Oh. It’s you,” she said, relief flooding her body.
“Me,” he acknowledged with a nod, “I’ve seen this movie … it’s good.”
“I noticed. Wait, you’ve seen it? I’d never have guessed. What are you doing here?”
“Same thing I always do.”
“Sneak into my house in the middle of the night? You’ve never been here before, I can’t
believe you found it by yourself,” she replied with a smile.
“You know that’s not what I meant. I always visit you … when things are crap. Usually, I
just deal with it, like when we’re not at Hogwarts and stuff … but sometimes … I just
needed to see you, Hermione,” he replied, “nice house by the way,” he added with a
smirk. Hermione grinned, “have a seat.”
He walked slowly toward her. Hermione realised that she was staring and she quickly
turned back to her movie. He sat next to her. He was close enough to give her goose
bumps but they weren’t touching – yet.
“I’m glad you came,” she told him.
“I’m glad too. I could be spending the night thinking about you, I mean a beautiful
woman … but I’d rather be here.”
“Thinking about me? I mean … a beautiful woman?” she asked, her voice dripping with
sarcasm, “there are so many possibilities of where that could lead …” she whispered.
“I’m sure you know where it leads,” he replied slyly.
Hermione felt herself blush. Despite her embarrassment, she moved closer to him. Inch
by inch, she manoeuvred herself so she was lying across the couch with her head in his
lap. She turned back to the movie and watched in silence as it got closer to a thrilling
“You know what I have to do …”
Hermione was aware that he seemed comfortable even though her head was in his lap. He
didn’t mind her lying on him. She smiled.
“So you could still be next?”
She tried to look at him but couldn’t turn without being obvious so she ignored the
temptation and watched the movie.
“So who’s next?”
It ended. Hermione smiled, she liked the ending because it worked really well. She was
suddenly aware that she wasn’t scared now; she wasn’t alone, because he was with her.
“Were you watching something last night?” her father asked her the next morning.
“Um … no …” she said, trying and failing to sound innocent.
“What were you watching?” her mother asked.
“A horror movie …” Hermione trailed off.
“Was someone with you?”
“NO!” she exclaimed. She sounded too defensive and she knew it.
“I don’t think anyone knows where I live,” she lied.
“I just thought I heard other voices but I must have been mistaken,” her father reasoned.
“Yeah, you were,” she insisted.
“They were pretty sure that you – someone was here,” Hermione said as she entered her
room. She waved the plate in front of her and watched for his reaction. There was none
relating to the food.
“They’re pretty smart,” he replied with a grin.
“Yeah. They probably suspect that you’re still here. They obviously trust me though …
who knows what we could have been doing up here all night.”
“I’ve got an image in my mind …” he grinned, “… but not with your parents around.”
“You are sex-crazy!” she giggled.
“How do you know I was talking about sex? I could have meant something innocent …
like playing cards.”
“Poker?” she asked, knowing where this was going.
“Strip poker sounds better.” He dodged out of the way as she tried to slap his arm.
“My point has been proven!” she exclaimed.
“I think I should probably go soon. I don’t want to get you in trouble,” he told her.
“I’ll tell them that you’re protecting me!”
“Protecting? Is that what they call it these days?” he said, imitating her father and doing
a bad job.
“He does not sound like that!” she said through her giggles, “anyway, stay as long as you
want … I’ll explain if I have to.”
He smiled at her, “thanks,” he replied. His eyes glanced behind her, “I’ll make it up to
you,” he said and his expression seemed sorry.
“We haven’t been caught yet!”
“Well … that’s not quite true,” he replied.
Hermione heard someone cough and she turned to see her father in the doorway.
“Harry? Harry Potter?” Mr. Granger asked, “what are you doing here?”
“Playing cards,” Harry replied.
At the same moment Hermione was replying something different, “look who just arrived,
Harry snorted and immediately looked away from Mr. Granger’s angry expression. “That
the best you could do, ‘Mione?” he asked quietly.
Part two: Caught!
“Mr. Potter. What are your intentions with our daughter?” Mr. Granger asked later as
they sat down in the living room.
“Um …” Harry replied. He’d been expecting this but he still didn’t know how to answer.
“Well, I kinda just showed up here last night. I mean, she’s my friend and I things
weren’t great at home … she helps me.”
What are you doing? You wanna tell them your life story, too?
“It was just really late and I told Harry he should stay over. I said I didn’t think you’d
mind,” Hermione explained.
Liar, Harry thought to himself, not a bad lie though.
“Well …” Mrs. Granger started.
“I just slept on the floor,” Harry added. That’s not a lie … not really anyway. I just lay
with Hermione til she fell asleep, he thought.
“Yeah. He was just making sure I was ok. That movie was really scary last night!”
Hermione threw in.
“Next time you want to have a sleep over, let us know before hand, ok? And maybe we
won’t invite boys next time?” her mother added with a slight rise in her voice so it
sounded like a question even though Hermione knew it wasn’t quite.
“Lucky your parents are nice!” Harry exclaimed as they walked to the front door.
“Yeah. Real lucky,” Hermione replied sarcastically.
“Someone needs a hug,” Harry told her.
“Ha, ha. Very funny, hero-boy!” She giggled and brushed her hair out of her eyes. Then
she became serious, “so we’re only friends?”
“No. Not unless that’s all you want.”
“I don’t want that, not really,” she replied.
“I kinda just wanted to get out of there alive. And I should go if I want it to stay that
way,” he muttered.
“Really? Why wouldn’t you make it out alive?”
“Well, I might do something that will make things between us change … more. It’d mean
no going back,” he whispered.
“I don’t think I want to go back.”
“Well then, I’d do something like this: I’d have to touch your hair because it’s so soft and
beautiful,” he started.
“And …?” Hermione replied as he touched her hair.
“I’d have to take a step closer to you. Then I’d kiss you.” Harry stepped closer and put
his hand under her chin and lifted her face to his. Hermione closed her eyes as his lips
brushed hers. It was their first kiss despite the fact that they had been unofficially
together for a while now. It was a short kiss and they looked into each others eyes when it
had finished but suddenly they were moving in for another. Harry’s hand rested on her
lower back and as their lips met, it pushed her shirt up a few inches. Hermione’s hands
moved up to Harry’s messy, jet black hair and she ran her fingers through it.
“I love you,” she murmured against his lips. Harry pulled back slowly and looked at her,
amazed that she had said it so soon.
“We can’t go back now,” he said as he wondered whether she’d really said it.
“I really do love you.”
Don’t laugh … please … she meant it right? Don’t laugh, ‘Mione! Don’t laugh, Harry
thought to himself and then launched into his speech, “well … ‘Mione, it’s been … it’s
sudden … I mean, we are only just officially dating now and we haven’t been together
unofficially for that long either …”
He’s not gonna say it. He doesn’t love me … but there’s a chance, right? No, of course
there isn’t …
“… but well … I love you anyway! I didn’t expect it but I am in love with you!”
“Harry,” Hermione gasped.
She lent forward and kissed his cheek.
I love you, ‘Mione! Harry thought. “I love you, ‘Mione.”
He turned and walked down the hall to the front door.
“Harry? Where are you going?”
He pushed the door open and, stepping out, he turned back to her. He motioned for her to
“I LOVE HERMIONE GRANGER!” he yelled the words as loud as he could and passers
by all turned to look, some had smiles on their faces and others waved. Hermione felt her
face heat up and she turned to the people that were watching, “HERMIONE GRANGER
LOVES HARRY POTTER!” his face turned red too and they giggled.
“I should go,” he whispered when everyone had left.
“Do you have to?” she whispered back.
“Unfortunately, yes. The Dursley’s will think I ran away … don’t want to make them
happy for too long, do I?”
“No,” she replied with a giggle.
“But I’ll see you at school,” he mouthed as he took a step away.
“Yes. I’ll be counting the seconds, the minutes, the hours …”
“So will I, ‘Mione. So will I.”
“At least it’s only a day.”
“More than a second is too long for me.”
“Me too, Mr. Potter … me too.”
He stepped away again and began walking backwards. He continued to do this until he
got to the corner of her street and he couldn’t see her anymore. Hermione turned and
walked back to her house. She opened the door and walked in.
“Is Harry gone? What was all that yelling about, is there something going on outside?”
her mother called from the kitchen.
“Harry’s gone and no, nothing’s happening outside, it was just some lovesick people
professing their love,” Hermione replied with a small smile.
“Oh. Ok. Like Romeo and Juliet?”
“Preferably happier,” she answered, fighting a smile.
“Yes, hopefully,” her mother agreed.
The next morning, just as Hermione was collecting her things to take with her to
Hogwarts, Hedwig flew in through her window and dropped a letter on her bed. Almost
as quickly as her arrival, Hedwig left the room. Hermione put down a book she was
bringing with her and she picked up the letter.
I love you and I can’t wait til later so I can see you! We didn’t decide what we were
going to say to everyone but it’ll be easy, I’m sure of it. It’s about four in the morning but
I won’t send this yet in case you’re still asleep (hopefully you aren’t tormented with the
desire to be together like I am).
Thinking of you (when I’m not dreaming of you),
HARRY JAMES POTTER.
P.S: I love you!
A/N: I wanted to dedicate this to my fantastic friend for getting me to be an author on this site and for making me read her favourite stories. (THANK YOU!) Without her help, I’d be lost and there’d be no stories, so thanks: this is for you!
Believe it or not: I am not really a Harry/ Hermione fan. I kinda will just read any that my fantastic friend and beta (Lostangel, that’s you! Or should I call you Tally-wa?) tells me to. I am really a Ron/ Hermione fan til the end but it can’t hurt to try anything else, can it?
I’d like to thank Roswell and Fingerprints for scenes that I adapted and Final Destination for the lines I threw in. All those who haven’t seen any Final Destination movies: You are seriously missing out! They rock! The third wasn’t the best and they stole our fourth movie ending (haha) so that sucks too! I’d better stop advertising Final Destination but it seriously is the best! If you don’t like gore, skip the second and third but the first doesn’t really show much! Anyways … hope you enjoyed it! (the story I mean). Please review … especially if you really liked it or … well … if you hate it, I’d like to know why! Thanks. Sorry bout the long A/N!