A/N- Thanks for all the reviews! I'm glad I was able to clear up how Harry's acting. And one last thing thanks to my beta. Without you I wouldn't be here.
Chapter 4
The truth and the almost whole truth
They walked downstairs, told the Dursleys they would be back in a while, and headed down the street. Over dinner they talked of their summers; Hermione's had been much more fun than Harry's. As they walked back to the house Hermione stopped at the park and look at it through the fence.
"I wish we could go inside and play."
"Your wish is my command."
Harry grabbed Hermione's hand and led her to a spot where they could jump the fence.
"Here, give me your foot; I'll give you a boost."
Harry cupped his hands together and Hermione put her foot in. He then raised her up so she could climb over the fence. When Hermione was over, she turned and watched Harry lift himself over with ease.
"So I guess you've done this before."
"Once or twice."
Hermione walked up to Harry looking into his eyes and said, "Tag you're it!" And with that Hermione started running as fast as she could into the park. Harry stood there dumbstruck for a moment then ran after her and caught up with her at the swings. He picked her up, placed her in a swing and began to slowly push her.
"I love this. It reminds me of being a kid you know? Like this was the closest you could get to flying."
"Yeah." Harry had never had a moment like what Hermione was talking about, but that was probably because Hermione was wanted as a child. Harry was getting ready to push Hermione again when he realized that she was standing next to him.
"Come here."
Hermione took Harry's hand and led him to a bench were she sat down and Harry followed suit. "Harry I've been meaning to ask you all afternoon, and started to before you tackled me." Harry snorted a laugh. "Harry I'm serious. How are you doing?"
"I'm fine. I told you earlier."
"I meant with Sirius. How are you doing with his death? Oh Harry, I didn't mean to upset you. I shouldn't have asked." Hermione had a tear running down her face.
"Hermione, it's not your fault, it's just that sometimes I make myself forget it happened that's all. It's getting better, I promise."
Hermione threw her arms around Harry and buried her face into his chest. Harry wrapped his arms around Hermione's tiny waist. They sat there for a while before they got up and walked back to the house, still wrapped up together. Once they got into the house they said goodnight to the Dursleys as they quickly walked past the living room and then went up into Harry's room.
"Ah, Harry, do you have a tee shirt I can sleep in?"
Harry had forgotten that the only clothes that Hermione had were the ones she had on.
"Oh, ah, yeah. Might be a little big." Harry handed Hermione a plain white tee shirt and then showed her were the bathroom was.
Harry went back to his room and took off all his clothes, except his boxers, which he slept in, and then put up the cot that he would sleep on. Harry had just put a pillow and blanket on the cot when he saw Hermione standing in the doorway. He looked at her, the tee shirt he had given her barely reached her thighs and her hair was falling down her back. Harry couldn't help but stare at her; she looked so pretty. To Harry she had always been pretty, but this was different; she was sexy. Harry didn't know what made her sexy this time; maybe it was because she was wearing his tee shirt or the fact that she would be sleeping in his room with him. He didn't know what it was but it made him feel like a fool for not noticing before.
"Harry, are you ok?"
Harry snapped back to reality and saw that Hermione's face had gone pink from him staring at her.
"Yeah, lost in thought. I need to go brush my teeth."
Harry quickly walked past Hermione to the bathroom. He went into the bathroom and leaned on the door as he shut it. With his back on the door he slid down till he was sitting on the floor, his knees were at his chest and his face was in his hands.
`You idiot! Now she must think you like her. How could you just stare at her like that? WAIT.' Harry took his head out of his hands, he had a thousand thoughts running through his head, most of which were calling him an idiot, but there was thought that was louder than the rest.
`Do I like Hermione?'
He had never thought of her like that before, but she was the one person who was always there for him. Ron tended to be a little flaky sometimes. If Harry hadn't fallen for Cho then what would have happened?
`I would have tried to date Hermione.'
And that light kiss that they shared earlier was better then the kiss with Cho. It had given him this warm feeling in the pit of his stomach.
"I do like Hermione." Harry realized that he said that last part out loud and then hoped that she didn't hear him.
Harry slowly got up and walked to the sink and brushed his teeth. As Harry walked back to his room, new thoughts about Hermione started springing up. But when he entered his room he found Hermione laying on the cot reading.
"Hermione you take the bed I'll take the cot."
"No I'm fine and don't you even argue with me about it."
Harry knew once Hermione set her mind on something he couldn't change it. Harry climbed into bed and was about to turn off the light when Hermione got up and shut the door.
"Sorry. Thought Dudley might walk by or something while we're sleeping."
"Good move."
Hermione hopped back on the cot and under the blanket.
"Goodnight Harry."
"`Night Hermione."
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