Love Me for Me.

Hogwart's students could be found all over the castle grounds, riding on brooms or playing wizarding chess in the warm, autumn air. However, the Head Girl can be found in the Hogwart's library getting ahead in classes that she was already ahead in. After the encounter with Draco that morning, she needed something to relax her. Reaching to the pile of books on the table in front of her, she grabbed Advanced Potions and started to leaf through it. Suddenly someone covered her eyes and leaned in next to her ear. "Guess who?"

Letting out a small giggle, Hermione peeled the hands away and tilted her head back. "I think you're the only that still finds that amusing Harry." She said with a shake of her head.

"Well sometimes I just don't want to grow up." Harry explained with a shrug, before sitting down in a chair next to her and grabbing a book to leaf through.

Hermione nodded her head in understanding and put a hand on his knee, giving it a gentle squeeze. Chasing Voldemort rumors all summer left Harry in exhausted state. He had left no word of where he was going after leaving the Weasley's home the first week of summer break. The departure made everyone nervous, wondering if the next headline for the Prophet would be 'Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, found dead'. A great relief flooded everyone when he finally wrote about three weeks later. Hermione cleared her head of the horrible thoughts and focused on the present, which had Harry Potter sitting next to her in a library. Library? "Harry, you do realize you are sitting inside in a library when there is no school." She pointed out, closing her Advanced Potions textbook and raised an eyebrow at him in confusion.

"I figured you could use some company." He responded with a small smile, placing the book he had been leafing through back on the table. Standing up, he stretched his arms over his head then extended one to her. "Come on, I'm getting you out of here. You need some sun Mione."

Before she had a chance to refuse the offer, Harry had grabbed her arm and dragged her out of the library. Running through the hallways, Harry had her outside and standing in the sun in less time it took to transfigure a cup into a birdcage. Hermione stood, well more like hunched over, next to him trying to catch her breathe. Straightening her back, she looked over at him with an upset expression. "I really need..." She started, but was interrupted by Harry.

"You need to relax and enjoy the outdoors, plus spend time with your two favorite people ever." He said with smirk, nudging her with his elbow slightly.

Ron came up behind them and swung his arms over their shoulders, Hermione almost collapsed under the weight. "I think I'm the first favorite mate though." He stated with a smirk and a wink.

"Really?" Harry asked. "Well then I propose a race to see who's the first favorite mate." He finished with smile before 'accio'-ing his broom.

"You're on." Ron did the same and both boys mounted their brooms then looked to Hermione to start the race.

Letting out a sigh, she raised her arms in the air then shouted start. At once both boys sped off, leaving a now, wind jostled Hermione alone. [Boys will be boys. They drag you outside then drop you.] Shaking her head, she walked over to a tree that didn't have any students sitting underneath it and claimed it as hers. Sitting down, she closed her eyes and rubbed the shoulder that Ron had been resting on. The two gangly boys sure did grow up to two handsome men. Constantly playing quiddich had strengthened all their muscles, leaving both Ron and Harry rather well built. Ron's hair was still a fiery red and Harry's was still a dark brown, but both had a mess of hair that made them stand out as Hogwart's most handsome mates. Smiling, she remembered the first day they all had met seven long years ago.

Suddenly a gust of wind came her way, along with the two boys who had been occupying her mind. Jumping off their brooms, they walked over to her and sat down next to her under the tree. "So, who won?" She asked, not extremely interested.

"Neither. Malfoy decided to be a prat." Ron grumbled, leaning his head against the tree obviously distraught over the situation.

Hermione turned her head to Harry, very confused. He let out a sigh and tilted his head slightly so he could see her without the sun blinding him. "Malfoy was in the field and decided to send a blugger our way when we raced by." He retold the story.

First he walks in on me in the shower and now almost kills my friends. Shaking her head, she stood up and brushed the dirt off of her jeans extremely angered by Draco's actions "I'm going to have a talk with that bouncing ferret right now!" She declared and started to walk towards the castle.

Letting out a sigh, Harry looked over to Ron who seemed like he passed out then decided to follow Hermione. Maybe with enough persuasion he can get her to calm down before she killed Draco instead. They walked up several moving staircases with Harry constantly trying to get her to calm down. However Harry's chattering was doing nothing but fuel Hermione's anger ever more. Once they got to the Head's dorm, Hermione whispered he password to the portrait and walked in, Harry hot on her heels still talking but it stopped once he walked into the common room behind Hermione. Looking around her, nodded his head in approval. "Dumbledore sure knows how to decorate." He said with a slight laugh.

Shaking her head, Hermione sat down on the couch in front of the fire and curled her feet underneath her. Harry came over and sat down next to her. A few minutes of awkward silence passed before Harry turned to Hermione. "You aren’t going to kill Malfoy are you?" He asked, nervous that she actually might.

Rolling her eyes, she placed her hand on Harry's knee. "I re-assure you that Malfoy will be alive tomorrow morning." She responded quite annoyed of the question, considering he asked it about twenty times on the way.

"Good." He said letting out a breath, suddenly he leaned forward and kissed her.

Hermione had no idea how to react and did the first thing that came to mind: she kissed him back.


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Their kiss was innocent at first, but quickly spiraled out of control after all Harry Potter is a teenage boy. Harry's hands, which had been resting on Hermione's waist, started to travel along her body. One went down her thigh while the other went under her shirt. Hermione sucked in a breath once she felt his hand on her skin and start to move upward toward her breasts. Her own hands wrapped around his neck as her heart raced with excitement. Harry’s hand that was on Hermione’s thigh went to her butt and pulled her onto his lap, deepening the kiss as he did. Hermione’s heart nearly stopped when his hand kneaded her breast through her bra. Unconsciously, she moved into his hand and grinded against him, enjoying the feel it was creating in the pit of her stomach. Suddenly the portrait swung open and in walked the Slytherin Prince and his posse.
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Hermione heard the portrait close and swung her head around, her eyes startled eyes meeting Draco’s angered ones. She jumped off the Harry’s lap and fixed her shirt, running her hands over the front of it to smoothen out any wrinkles. [Thinking about appearances at a time like this, only me.] Harry got off the couch, running a hand through his hair and glared at Draco. Just about ready to tell Draco off, Hermione beat him to the punch. “Honestly do you not know how to knock!” she yelled, her hands clenching and unclenching.

“I shouldn’t have to knock to enter my own dorm!” Draco yelled back, trying to hold back his temper. Why I am so upset?

Harry reached down and took Hermione’s hand, giving it a small squeeze. She took a deep breathe and turned her head so she was looking at him. “I think you should leave.” She said, not really wanting him to leave but knowing he needed to.

Reluctantly, he let go of her hand and leaned forward to give her one last kiss before heading towards the portrait. Turning around, he glared at Draco. “If you hurt her in anyway, I’ll hunt you down Malfoy.” He warned him then proceeded out of the dorm.

Draco’s face was distorted into a sneer and he faced his own friends. “Leave!” He bellowed, waving his hand towards to the portrait.

The Slytherin’s followed his orders, not wanting to anger him. As soon as the portrait closed, he spun around and walked towards Hermione, but stayed a few feet away from her. “Next time don’t snog your boyfriend in the middle of the common room.” Draco growled out at her.
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"And I'd appreciate it if you didn't snog Saint Potter right in front of me." Draco’s words had been replaying in her head for the past hour. After their argument in the common room and their parting of ways to their separate bedrooms, Hermione couldn’t keep the blonde Slytherin out of her head. Pacing around the room, she tried to sort out what had happened but to no end. Her legs started to get tired of the pacing, so she laid down on the bed. Why does it bother him? Her head was buzzing with questions; she flipped over and laid on her stomach. Grabbing a pillow, she screamed at the top of her lungs into it. This was not happening! Her feelings for the Slytherin Prince were all over the place. She needed to figure out how to handle the situation or she might end up doing something she’d regret.