Sudden Change in thoughts

A/N: Hello!! Well, wasn’t that a great story, part, beginning of a story. Yeah, well, I’m hyper right now, so bear with me!!! Have fun reading this!!!

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Lavender and Ron went and found their ‘subjects.’

Ron was heading toward the Great Hall, where he was almost sure Harry would be nicking some food from the kitchens. He went through the door, and saw Harry just coming out of the portrait of fruit.

“Harry!”

“Ron!”

“Hey, I’ve been looking for you everywhere!”

“Well, here I am, nifty and full,” he grinned, and patted Ron on the back.

“Well, its Saturday night, any plans to irritate Filch?” Spoke Ron, walking from the Great Hall with Harry at his side.

“No,” Harry grinned, “not yet.”

Lavender, on the other hand was having trouble finding miss bookworm. She had checked the Gryffindor common room, Head Boy and Girl common room, Hermione’s bedroom, and the entire Library.

Lavender was walking on the east wing, second floor, about to ascend to the third floor, where she knew she would encounter Ron, and a clueless Harry, when she came upon a room lit with half a candle.

“Hermione!”

“Wha—. Lavender! What are you doing here? I thought you were doing work!” Hermione raised her eyebrow, and shut her book, put it underneath her right arm, and walked toward Lavender.

“Well, what are you doing here?” Lavender chuckled and took Hermione’s hand and sped up to the third floor. Hermione had no time to object. She just followed along as if she was a play thing.

Both anxious and excited, Lavender was surprised to see that Harry and Ron were meeting at exactly the same time!

Ron gave Lavender an apprehensive look.

“Why, Hey Harry!” Hermione said, and smiled.

“Hey Hermione!” Harry said back. “Hey Ron,” whispered Harry, “can the girls be in on it too?” Ron nodded his head, and grinned.

Harry and Hermione met halfway, which was right in front of the room of requirements, and smiled at each other, then turned to Ron and Lavender.

Ron just smiled, and Lavender grinned a knowing grin.

Ron went behind Hermione and Harry, opened the door, and pulled Harry in, Hermione next. Ron closed the door. He huffed, and turned to Lavender.

He heard a yell, and then turned around. He did a silencing charm on the door. Hoping it would work. It did.

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(In the closet)

Hermione had dropped the book on Harry’s foot, he yelled, and almost kneed Hermione in her thigh.

“Harry, are you in front of me?” Hermione spoke to the darkness that Harry and her were in.

“Yeah Hermione. Right here,” he said and reached out in front of him. He hit her on the side of the head.

“Ouch Harry! What did you do that for?” Hermione said, poking him in the ribs.

“I should ask the same thing! Hermione I can’t see you!.”

“Well, damnit, we don’t have our wands. We can’t see anything, and how long do they expect us to stay in here?”

“Hermione--.” Harry was the first to realize that they were both up against each other.

“Harry, what’s the---.” She then realized.

“Can you move back?” She said trying to move backward herself.

“Does it look like there is any room?”

“Right,” Hermione replied.

There was an awkward silence, and both kind of tried to hide into the darkness. Obviously the dark had its advantages. They wouldn’t be able to see the other one blush.

“So, Hermione, what are we going to do about this,” gesturing to in front of him, although it was hard to see.

“Harry, I’m sure there is nothing we can do at the moment. We just have to wait.”

“In this position?” Harry chuckled.

“Unfortunately, yes.” She laughed a nervous laugh.

She heard him sigh. Then she expelled a sigh of her own, causing a laugh from the other end of the closet, if you could call it the other end.

“Why do you think we ended up like this? In a closet? This position?” Hermione asked unknowingly.

“You have no idea.” Harry spoke, rubbing his head.

“Harry,” she began to get a bit restless.

“Everyone thinks we should be together. This was just Ron’s joke on us; or rather, attempt to make us a couple.”

“But why?” Hermione asked hastily.

(This part is where Harry’s thoughts come into the picture)

She sure is smart. “because, I’m Harry Potter, and you’re my best friend. We do everything together. They see us together constantly. They sure do assume wrong, don’t they?”

“Got that right.”

Why would it be so wrong to go out with me? What’s wrong with me? Wait. No… he shook his head violently, and as easy as possible, to refrain from his head hitting a side of the closet.

“What’s wrong Harry?”

“N-n-othing.” Harry? What’s wrong with you? Maybe… no. He blinked at himself back to reality, and then just went back to talking with Hermione.

Meanwhile

“How long should they be in there?”

“I don’t know, they might be tired, because it’s almost bedtime. Ron, conjure a couch, will you?”

“Sure no problem.” He flicked his wand, and sat down next to Lavender.

“Do you think this will work?”

“It should,” Ron replied, biting his lip.

“Did you know, you’re cute when you do that?”

Ron blushed, and smiled at Lavender.

Back in the closet

(Hermione’s thoughts now)

Boy, we are sure close, but it’s not bad. I’m so close to his face… no… no… Hermione, you said you wouldn’t fall for him!! Look what you’re doing! What am I doing? Thinking about his lips? Oh… this is bad.

“So, Hermione; how is life?”

“Funny time to ask that,” when I’m 2 inches away from your face!

“It could be better,” down Hermione that was too harsh.

“Oh.”

He sounded a bit hurt.

“I’m sorry Harry,” She put her arms around him, and hugged him. He gladly hugged her back.

Why does this feel so good? Because he’s holding you; shut UP! No.

“Hey, Hermione, we really never knew each other you know?”

“Yeah… I know, I know we’re been friends for who knows how long,” 7 years, “and we know only a little bit about each other.”

“Yeah, you’re right.”

“This may sounds stupid Harry, but I don’t know your favorite color,” Hermione laughed nervously.

“Red,” Harry said bluntly.

“How about yourself Hermione?”

“Green,” now let’s hope he doesn’t realize that’s his eye color. Wait. When did green become my favorite color? Oh man.

“Hermione…” he rested his hands on her hips.

Those…are his hands. On my hips. Crap, this is going to be a hard time in this closet.

He he, I figured I’d end it there for today! Sorry it took so long to update, I’ve been at my mom’s house for some time, and I haven’t been able to access this page. Sorry everyone –again.

Kens xxx