Just Friends

prongs_69

Rating: PG13
Genres: Romance, Humor
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 6
Published: 23/06/2007
Last Updated: 23/06/2007
Status: in_progress

What happens when worlds collide and Harry realise's he's in love with his best friend??

Chapters

1. Epiphany

1. Epiphany

JUST FRIENDS??
By Prongs_69
Harry & Hermione are doomed to be more by one kiss….
ONE SHOT.....
Chapter one/one

Part 1/1

“So what do you guys want to do this weekend?” Hermione asked the group with a perky smile.

“Surprisingly enough, Neville is taking me on a date tonight.” Ginny replies with an ear to ear grin.

Ron just rolls his eyes, To which Luna promptly hits him on the arm. “Hey.” They begin kissing.

Hermione then turns away from the display, “Anyway, Ron, Luna, what about you guys, are you busy?”

“Sorry Hermione, me and Luna are going to go watch the striped backed nargles mating, if we can catch one as, it’s supposed to be a clear night,” Ron says with a small smile.

“That’s okay guys you go, have fun, have a little extra for me please.”

“Hermione don’t be so down, Harry isn’t doing anything either, call him, maybe he’ll watch movies with you tonight, or go out for ice cream, or something,” Luna said smiling.

“Really? Yeah I guess I’ll call him. Thanks, and have fun tonight, be good,” Hermione said with a playful scold.

“Yes, Mum.” All four of them replied together.

“Ha, ha funny guys. Goodbye.”

“Bye.” Again they said together.

“Yeah, yeah whatever.”

Hermione then grabbed some parchment and started to write to her best friend, all the while hoping he had nothing to do also on a Friday night……

The deep sensual voice of Harry Potter cam into focus in the fireplace. “Hello, Mione”

“Harry!”.

“Hey Mione. What are you up to?”

“Nothing much. I’m bored and everyone is out on dates, so I have nothing to do. What about you?”

“Me neither. So would you like to come over and watch some movies then?”

“Sure. See you in 10 minutes. Okay?”

“Okay, see you in 10.”

“Harry you’re such a great friend, the best. Bye.” With that said they hang up.

“Yeah friend,” Harry whispers to himself. “Just friends.”

10 minutes later Hermione arrives on Harry’s doorstep. She knocks lightly on the large wooden door. Suddenly it flings open revealing a freshly showered Harry, “Hey Mione.” He says this with a goofy grin.

“Hey Harry. You just get out of the shower?” Noting the disarray of his clothes and his messy wet hair.

“Uh.... yeah, I did. I went jogging early and I really needed one. Come in.” He answers.
‘You have no idea how badly I needed a cold shower.’

“So, about the movies, what are we gonna watch?” Hermione asked while walking inside.

“Oh I was thinking something scary, like,Wrong Turn and then Texas Chainsaw Massacre?”

“Why so you can have me clinging to you all night?” Hermione said giggling.

‘Hell yeah,’ his mind yelled. “Yeah uh-huh. No, actually that was just to start ,I was thinking 40 y r old virgin and oceans 11 right after. What do you think?”

“Sure I guess, if we must,” Hermione said with mock drama. “Got popcorn honey?”

“Above the micro, sweetie.”

Harry loved it when she called him honey and he called her sweetie, it made them sound like a couple, just like their friends. For years now he’s been in love with his best friend, the one and only, Hermione Granger. Only problem is she is completely clueless as to his true feelings for her. She has absolutely no idea that he loves her, obviously he hides it very well. They have been friends forever, and just naturally became very affectionate with each other over the years.

As the popcorn popped Hermione grabbed two sodas, glasses and ice for drinks. A few minutes later Hermione entered the living room with the popcorn and drinks.

“Hermione! Why did you carry everything in here by yourself sweetie? I would’ve helped you,” Harry exclaimed.

He took the glasses and sodas from her. “I know, I know. I just didn’t want you to have to get up.” They sat down and he poured the drinks and Hermione took off her shoes and relaxed. Harry stretched out on the couch and Hermione lay next to him, between him and the back of the couch. She had one leg swung over his and her arm over his chest within length of the popcorn bowl. She rested her head on his chest as he pressed the play button.

“So, Harry which movie is first?”

“I put Wrong turn ‘ in first. That okay?” As he spoke it rumbled though his chest into her ear.

“Yeah fine with me.” She snuggled closer to him.

Throughout the movie Hermione would cling tighter to Harry on the scary parts and just lay there on the not so scary ones. Harry was totally loving this and taking full advantage of it. They watched Oceans 11 next, and halfway through it they both fell asleep. Snuggling into each other one last time they drifted off into a serene and peaceful slumber.

**Harry and Hermione laying on her bed kissing, passionately. Hermione had her shirt off, but her bra still on, Harry too had his shirt off. As they kissed their hands went everywhere, caressing each other’s skin. Hermione’s skin was so soft and warm, it felt wonderful, Harry’s was hard and firm, she loved the feel of his hard body under hers.
They continued kissing, until Hermione pulled away needing oxygen. “Harry.... Harry should we be doing this, when my parents could walk in at any moment?”

“I know, but that’s what makes it so exciting, huh?”

“I guess you could see it that way, but I’m gonna lock the door just in case okay honey?”

Hermione said and got up locking the door. “See now we have nothing to worry about.”

“Okay sweetie, come here,” Harry said while grabbing her arm and pulling her back on top of him, their lips locking one again.

The two of them continued to make out on Harry’s bed. Harry feeling very bold, moved his hand from where it was resting on Hermione’s back to her breast. He began to massage it getting an immediate response from Hermione; she was moaning and pressing her chest into his palm. Harry loved Hermione’s breasts, not small, but not big, a handful, just right. He’s always thought that they were perfect. They kept kissing when....**

Harry was suddenly jolted from his wonderful dream, him and Hermione in bed kissing, touching. Then Harry realized something. He had his hand up Hermione’s shirt! He was groping her in his sleep. He yanked his hand from her shirt and bolted upright, waking Hermione.

“Hmm.... Harry? What’s the matter?”

“Nothing.... uh.... go back to sleep.... I’ll be back in a few.”

Hermione yawned and laid her head back down. “Okay then.”

Harry was thinking of only one thing at this point.... cold shower. He ran quickly down the hall and to the bathroom. He ran a shaky hand through his hair questioning himself, “Why? Why? Why did it have to be when she was here.... next to me? I can’t believe I just molested my best friend. Did she notice? Did she care? Did she like it? No!! Of course not, she wouldn’t like it, she said it herself, we’re just friends. I’m really beginning to hate that damn word! Oh god. What am I gonna do? I love her but there is no way I can tell her that, she’d hate me.”

Harry felt that his pants were very uncomfortable. Looking down he said, “Cold shower that’s right!!” He stripped and got in to the ice cold water of his morning shower, it was kind of a ritual now.

Although, unbeknownst to Harry ,someone was outside the bathroom door. They had listened to his entire confession. The thing is what would they do from here?

The girl standing at the door had no idea what to do. Harry was in love with her. She had to get out of there now.

Hermione began to talk softly to herself, “Note. Note. Quill, parchment, got to leave a note.”

Hermione walked into the kitchen and found a pad of parchment and a quill. Quickly jotting down a note for Harry, she went into the living room and put it on the pillow they slept on the previous night. With that done, she left.

Harry got out of the shower, and went to his room to change. He put on clean clothes and returned to the living room expecting to see the sleeping form of Hermione, but only say a white slip of paper. He went over to the couch picked it up and began to read it. It read:

Hey Best Bud!
It’s really early and I should be heading home before Ginny gets home from her date. Thanks for being such a great friend and hanging out with me last night. At least I wasn’t the only loser home on a Friday night, without a date. LOL. You know I’m just kidding. Anyway I gotta go, see you at the burrow on Sunday for lunch.

Yours Truly,
Hermione

Yours Truly, Yours Truly, Yours Truly, it was just stuck in his brain like a mantra. If only it were true, his life would be perfect. Yeah right, he’d have better luck nailing Jelly to a tree, than having Hermione Granger as his girlfriend. He had to get out of there, he had to think. He wrote a note telling Ron that he was going for a fly and might be home late, not to worry. He put the note on his bedroom door, then he left.

~~~~

A couple blocks away Hermione was having a nervous breakdown. What was she going to do? So that’s why Ginny was now here.

“Ginny can you believe it Harry is in love with me, how insane is that, we’re just friends. Now everything’s going to be so weird.”

Hermione was now sobbing and went and sat on the bed with Ginny, crying on her shoulder. Ginny just strokes Hermione's hair trying to calm her.

“One second we’re just friends and the next I find out he’s secretly in love with me. Oh Ginny what am I going to do?”

“Oh hunny how could you not know about this?”

“What do you mean? There weren’t any signs. I would’ve been able to guess if there were signs. Right? Were there signs? It’s not like there was a flashing neon sign above his head that announced it. Oh what am I going to do? I can’t talk to him now it would be too weird. Right? Ginny come on you’re supposed to be helping me damn it. Oh this is going to ruin our friendship for sure,” Hermione was rambling a mile a minute and Ginny was trying to keep up with every word out of her mouth.

“Calm down hun you’re starting to sound like me. As for signs.... Hermione there has been a whole geyser of signs. And I hate to tell you this but they’ve been there for years, like 12 to be exact. When it comes to love you can be rather dense. He’s....”

Hermione cut her off, “Wait a minute, you’re telling me my best friend, Harry Potter of like 12 years has been in love with me for 5 of those? That would be 17 right, he’s been in love with me since the 7th yr, and you never said anything!! I thought you were my friend, why didn’t you say anything? Why didn’t he?”

“Okay, as I was trying to say, he’s been getting up the courage to tell you for a while now, he told us that he was going to....”

“Us? Us, who’s us? Who all knows? Does everybody know, but me?”

“Hermione please let me finish before you rip my head off again. Okay, he told us: Ron Neville , Luna and myself, that he was gonna ask you to the Yule ball, then he was gonna tell you afterward, if you accepted of course.

“I can’t handle this. We’re just friends, nothing more. I don’t want to ruin that.”

“Hermione you keep saying you guys are ‘just friends’, who are you trying to convince him or yourself?”

“Ginny, what are you talking about?”

“Hermione, I’m just saying that, you have mentioned the ‘just friends’ phrase like three times since I’ve been here.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about; we’re just frien....” Hermione abruptly stopped her sentence.

Ginny raised her eyebrows and asked, “See what I mean?”

“No. This has to be a mistake. This can’t be true!” Hermione’s eyes began to tear up again.

“Why?” Ginny simply asked.

“Huh? Why, what?”

“Why is it a mistake that Harry fell for you and you quite possibly did for him?”

Hermione started to interject.

Monday came and Harry and Hermione didn’t talk because, she managed to avoid him all day until her last assiginment of the day . It was nearing the end if the day and Harry was determined to talk to Hermione, whether she liked it or not. .

“Mione, are you avoiding me?” He knew the answer was yes, but he wanted to see what she had to say.

“No. Why would I be avoiding you Harry?” She replied not even looking up from her book.

“Maybe because every time I saw you today, you turned and walked the other way.”

“Why would I do that Harry? You’re my best friend, I wouldn’t want to avoid you.” Still not looking up.

“Okay. Whatever,” Harry muttered under his breath.

“What was that Harry?”

“Nothing, just dreading all the mountains of parchment I have to go through. All those damned reports, that’s all.”

“Okay.”

Hermione left Harry standing in the alcove while she headed back to her office, all the while trying to think of a logical explanation of the sudden turn of events so far…..

*Later that evening*
Harry was walking a hole into his rug in front of the fireplace, of number 12 Grimmauld place…
his mind was a swirl of emotions when it came to the one witch he loved more than life itself…
But what was he going to do about it, and her and this whole situation. He had possibly ruined what chance he could have had with her by one simple stupid mistake…

Just as he was contemplating throwing in the towel and ready to admit defeat, his fireplace sparkled green and came to life..

He knelt down to find Hermione’s head poking through it with an ear to ear grin.
‘hi handsome’ … Harry smiled his first real smile in days…

Hermione came through the floo network right into Harry’s waiting arms…she was home…..
Automaticly his arms wrapped themselves around her waist and he picked her up and spun her around the room….
He had missed her so so much…
He could not help himself, as he inhaled her shampoo which was still ever so intoxicating while all the while wrapping his hands in her hair…

Slowly his lips had a mind of there own and began there descent down her neckline…

Hermione gasped as the sweet sensation of Harry’s ministrations assaulted her senses, bringing them to overload..

His strong, calloused hands held her ever so gently, as if she was made of porcelain, bringing her flush to his tall, lean body….

Hermione moaned in approval, and Harry took this as a sign of submission and attacked her luscious lips as if they were his last meal..

tentatively his tongue probed her lips all the while asking for permission to enter her warm, velvety mouth….

Hermione responded in kind willingly opening her mouth, nibbling on his lower lip in anticipation of the impending onslaught….

Copyright Prongs 69 2007.…