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A/N: This was inspired by pumpkinpie.org's rants about why Harry and Hermione should be a couple, and you know, their right.  Harry Potter is told through a guy's perspective, and guys aren't about to notice when a girl flirts with him and crap like that, (At least, Harry isn't.  He's not a hormone-charged sex bastard like most of the guys I know are.) This takes place at the very end of the fourth book, where Hermione kisses him on the cheek.  Makes you think, right?  In case you haven't noticed, this is H/Hr.  Harry's point of view.

What Do They See?

Jakia

That would be my luck.  The second we get Rita Skeeter under control, we start to prove the rumors about us true.  Dammit, Hermione, why'd you go and kiss me for?

            Not that I mind, actually.  In fact, it was quite nice of her to do that.  My face is still red from blushing, and it isn't improving.  A rub my hand softly over the spot on my cheek where her lips touched, and I feel my face going redder.  I wonder how many people saw that? I hope not Ron, oh Lord, please not Ron.  I'll have an owl before I get home asking about it, if he did.  And he'll tell me that Ginny is heartbroken, and Fred and George will congratulate me on snagging a chick, and Percy will probably want to give me some sort of sex-education talk.

Oh Lord, please do not let Ron have seen that.

            Actually, the more I really think about it, the more I enjoy it. Me with Hermione, and all.  I know, she probably just kissed me to be friendly.  Because we've been friends for four years now, and she was being sympathetic with what has happened.  A little kiss on the cheek should not make me deal with this much thinking.  Besides, she probably too busy thinking about Viktor Krum to notice.

DAMN YOU KRUM! I HATE YOU, YOU *&!(^(#t!!!!

Woah...Where did that come from? Okay Harry, settle down now....

            ...But I don't want to settle down.  I wanna run.  I want to do something, rather than sitting here, pretending that I do not exist in the back of the Dursleys car.  I want to run, run to the top of the largest mountain in all of England, and shout at the top of my lungs, "I LOVE HERMIONE GRANGER!"

Wait a second...did I just....

            I slap myself mentally.  Which is good, because I need it.  I need to stop thinking for a second, clear my mind.  Calm down Harry...

...

            Damn, it's not working. Every time I try to clear my mind, I see a mental image of Hermione and I snogging in one of Filch's broom closets.  Sad part is is that I'm enjoying it. 

            I feel like ripping my hair out.  Snap out of it, Harry! This is Hermione we're talking about! Smart, calm, know-it-all Hermione.  You know, the same girl who's crazy enough to invented "S.P.E.W.?" The same girly git who can't keep her hand down in any class, whatsoever. The same beautiful, talented, charm-your-socks off Hermione who I just realized...

I just realized...

That I love her.

            During this year, I was thinking to myself, 'What do they see?' What do they see between Hermione and I? Now I know what it is they see:

Love.

(End)

Please Read and Review! I wrote this in, like, five minutes, but still...