Accidentally In Love

Harry looked nervously over at Hermione as they stood up in front of the whole of the Potions class. When he had had drama lessons at his old muggle school with Dudley, he had never been much good at improvising a scene, mostly because the person he was partnered with didn't like him and kept saying, “Can I change partners?” to the teacher.

But Hermione did like him. In fact, she loved him. Things were bound to be easier - weren't they.

“Take a sip,” smirked Snape.

Ron was watching Hermione angrily at the back of the classroom. She gave him a small wave and then took two spoons, and handed Harry one of them. Then, the pair of them dipped in their spoons into their love potion and drank.

As before, nothing happened. Harry looked up at Hermione. He had known her for six years now and he recognised that look on her face. The look which showed she was thinking of a plan. She looked up at Harry, with wonder in her eyes.

“I never realised what wonderful green eyes you had, Harry,” she sighed.

“I never knew that you were this enchanting, Hermione,” said Harry, fighting back a laugh.

Hermione beckoned him over.

“I love you! Let us dance!” she shouted and she seized both his hands and led him into a rather violent tango.

“You're so beautiful,” Harry cried.

“You're such a good dancer,” replied Hermione.

She stopped and so did Harry. They gazed into each others eyes. Then, Harry grabbed her by the shoulders and kissed her passionately.

The whole of their Potions burst out laughing. Harry and Hermione too felt like laughing along with them, but they knew they couldn't ruin everything.

Snape sniffed.

“That will do. Here's the antidote. Drink it and go back to your seat. That's enough for one lesson. Class dismissed,” he commanded.

Chattering, the whole class walked out of the dungeons and into the Great Hall. The whole school day flew by and before anyone knew it, it was supper.

Luna had been following Ron at a distance all day. She had watched his every move, fascinated. She so wanted him to smile at her, the way he smiled at Hermione. She had no idea why he liked Hermione. Hermione was much more suited to Harry Potter. There was obvious chemistry between them.

She saw him again, coming out of the library with Harry and Hermione. Excitement filled her heart and she rushed up to him.

“Hi Ron!” she smiled and then burst into a fit of giggles.

“Er…hi Luna,” he looked and sounded slightly embarrassed. This gave Luna confidence and she smiled a broad, happy smile at him.

“I just want to say that I think you're really funny,” Luna gabbled and then, terrified, turned and ran off.

“What was that all about?” asked Harry, staring after Luna. His gaze fell upon Hermione, who seemed today, to be looking especially pretty. She looked up and waved at him, as if he was slightly mad. Oh, how he longed, ached to go up and kiss her.

“Shall we go down to supper then?” Ron broke in, determinedly ignoring Harry's question. He couldn't help but notice that Harry had been staring at Hermione. He would have told him off but something about Luna relaxed him. Let Harry gaze at Hermione, he thought. He'll never get her, so let him dream.

How wrong Ron was!

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“I thought I'd find you in here,” said Harry, half an hour after supper had finished. He was in the library with Hermione, who was sitting at a table by herself, a huge stack of books to her right.

“How did you lose Ron?” asked Hermione, closing her book.

“Told him I was going to visit Grawp in the Forbidden Forest,” grinned Harry. To his surprise, Hermione didn't laugh. Instead, she looked rather fearful.

“You won't go to visit Grawp, will you? You could get seriously injured! If you ever plan to go and see him, let me know,” she said anxiously.

Harry rolled his eyes and sat down beside her.

“Harry! Take this seriously! I don't want you to get hurt!” snapped Hermione.

“Hermione!” Harry began to laugh, “it is a wonder I didn't guess that you liked me as more than a friend earlier on! You were always worried about me, always nagging me!”

“I'm just trying to keep you out of trouble,” retorted Hermione sulkily.

“And I'm grateful for it, Mione! If it weren't for you, I could be dead by now - or at least expelled from school. You've always helped me, you're such a good friend,” said Harry.

“The word, “friend” stung,” sniffed Hermione.

“And you're a good lover.”

Their eyes met and a smile crept on to Hermione's face. She took both of Harry's hands in hers like she had always longed to do and kissed him. The two of them were oblivious to the world around them. They were in their own world, a world that no one else could enter, yet a world that everyone could see. Including Draco Malfoy

Upon entering the library, Draco had not expected to see two of his worst enemies kissing. The sight of this immediately gave Draco a hold over Harry and Hermione. With his wand, he summoned a camera and quickly took a photo of them.

The flash of the camera broke Harry and Hermione apart. They stared over at Malfoy, who was holding a photo and waving it at them. Hermione instantly knew what was depicted on that photo. She narrowed her eyes and stormed up to Draco.

“Give me that photo NOW, Malfoy!” she cried, wand at the ready, pointing directly at him.

“No. I don't think I will. Don't even think of cursing me, Granger. I can easily let slip to Weasley about this,” said Malfoy smugly.

“You disgusting little rat! You're blackmailing us!” Hermione was livid but she couldn't do anything.

Harry got up and walked over to them.

“Malfoy,” he said menacingly, “why don't you just get rid of that photo and forget this all happened, OK?”

“No. I'm going to do you a favour though. I'm not going to show this picture to anyone or mention that I've seen you two canoodling.”

Harry and Hermione both breathed sighs of relief.

“But…”

“There's always a but…”

“Yeah, and you've got a pretty nice one!”

“Oh, Harry, be quiet! This isn't the time for that! But what?”

“But you have to get me a date.”

“Who'd want to date you?”

“HARRY! LET ME HANDLE THIS! Who do you want to date, Malfoy?”

“Ginny Weasley.”

Life is complicated. It's complicated in all areas. Possibly, though, the area where it is most complicated, is love. Six people in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry had realised this.

Luna Lovegood, in love with Ronald Weasley, could not have him because Hermione Granger had him. Draco Malfoy, in love with Ginny Weasley, knew he would never get her because she was in Gryffindor. Her boyfriend was Harry Potter. Harry Potter, however, was not in love with Ginny, he was having an affair with Hermione Granger, who also had a boyfriend. Ron Weasley was realising that he wasn't in love with Hermione anymore and that he was quite into Luna. Hermione herself just wanted Harry but didn't want to hurt Ron's feelings by breaking up with him and announcing she was going out with his best friend.

She sat there on her bed in the girls dormitories, contemplating her life at the moment. She was having an affair with the one she loved, behind one of her oldest friend's back and now she had the worry of trying to get her worst enemy a boyfriend, lest all would be revealed to the world about her and Harry.

“Hermione?” It was Ginny. She had a look on her face which told Hermione that she wanted to confide a problem to her.

“What's up, Ginny?” sighed Hermione. She patted the space next to her on her bed and Ginny went and sat beside her.

“I don't like Harry anymore and I feel awful,” said Ginny.
Hermione suppressed a smile.

“He really likes me, Hermione, I just know it. I just don't feel anything for him anymore.”

“He doesn't like you that much!” said Hermione sharply, annoyed at Ginny's comment. Harry liked she, Hermione, so much better than he liked Ginny - didn't he?

“How do you know?” asked Ginny.

“I am his best friend, Gin, always have been. He does tell me about his relationships,” replied Hermione.

“He talks about you too,” grimaced Ginny, resting her chin on her knees.

Hermione sat up straight.

“What does he say???”

“He says you are the most remarkable witch he's ever seen and that you're really amazing, academically, socially and friendship-wise,” answered Ginny.

Hermione laughed and found she was blushing. She had a strange tingly sensation inside of her. An urge.

“Anyway, I have to get changed for Quidditch practice. Harry's captain and he doesn't like it if we're late. Bye, Hermione. Can I talk to you about this later?”

“Yeah, um, sure.”

Hermione's thoughts were on other things though. Harry. Changing for Quidditch practice. She could follow Ginny at a distance to the changing rooms, hide outside, look through the window and voila! There would be Harry, looking gorgeous as ever, without as much clothes as he usually wore. She'd done it before. She could do it again/ Hermione giggled to herself. Recently, she had been getting very naughty thoughts about Harry. If he knew anything of the things she dreamt about at night time (all to do with him) he'd think she was disgusting.

Some secrets are best kept to ones self.

A/N Don't get any ideas that the story is going to get X-rated. I hate that kind of stuff. No, that last part was just my idea of a bit of fun. Just letting Hermione act like a sixteen year old who was in love.