This is chapter one of a different fic- not What They Can't See.
Disclaimer: You know already… don't make me say it.
To Like Harry
Chapter 1: Different Feelings
Harry lay down in the grass, staring at the baby blue sky. He rested his hands behind his head, his classes tipped over. Today, the boy felt very relaxed. He breathed in and out easily, closing his eyes briefly. He smiled to himself, thinking about his friends, the smiles and they laughs they always had.
Today was a feel good day for Harry Potter, who was usually under pressure, in trouble, or extremely depressed.
His ears picked up the crunching of grass signaling another's arrival.
The breeze softly blew at his face and brushed past through his hair, making him breathe deeply again.
He heard someone take a seat beside him, leaning against the tree as he heard the cracking of a branch. He heard the clicking of needles, as he automatically knew who it was.
"Hey Hermione." he said knowingly, smiling again, opening his eyes. He flipped over on his stomach, his chin resting on his crossed arms. He looked at the girl before her, analyzing her appearance. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun, and she wore a stripped hooded sweatshirt, and a pair of jeans that fit her legs nicely. Well, in Harry's opinion, but she didn't have to know that.
"Hello Harry." she said, concentrating on knitting. She'd only brought a small ball of yarn, meaning she wouldn't be knitting for long.
"Decided to take a break from studying?" he asked as she still refused to meet his face.
"Strangely, yes. I'm here to work on a few more SPEW hats." she said, working rather quickly.
"Oh?" he asked, turning on his back to his former position. The sun warmed his face, as he closed his eyes.
There were a few moments of silence.
"It's a Hogsmede Weekend, 'Mione." he said, breathing out. The lake waved a little, a stronger breeze coming in.
Silence again. Hermione continued to concentrate on her work.
"I know." she replied, casually.
"So… why aren't you with… Ron?" Harry asked, trying to sound as casual as she had. He succeeded a little, though his voice was a little hoarse.
"I should ask you the same thing." she said, continuing with the same tone of voice.
He smiled a little. There was a reason she was being a little difficult, and Harry was going to find out why.
"Its… it's good to get away from the crowd once in a while." Harry said, tilting his head in her direction. "I'm kind of… kind of tired of being in the spotlight. I'm taking a break from my life."
Harry turned to look at the sky again. She didn't answer, but kept working on the hat. It was 75 finished.
"Did… did Ron do something stupid again?" Harry asked, playing with fire. If he was right, she'd go on ranting. If he was wrong… well, he hoped she'd explain.
The ticking of the needles stopped. He heard a soft thud as she dropped her hands on to the yarn on her pants, along with her hands.
"Harry…. As you know, my world doesn't revolve around Ron." she said quickly.
He ignored her reply.
"Did he?" he turned on his stomach again, his chin resting on his arm. He looked at her again, with those deep, green, emerald orbs, his eyes analyzing her face.
"Is it so wrong to want to spend time with you?" she asked, picking up her knitting, going a little slower.
He looked up at her with those innocent eyes of his, his expression resembling a 4 year old who was looking at something it couldn't quite figure out.
Hermione felt some blood rush to her face, her heart rate picking up a little. She couldn't take those irresistible green eyes looking at her.
"What!" she snapped at the boy as he sat up, folding a leg upwards, resting his arm on it.
When he didn't answer, but just stared at her, she turned back to her work, looking annoyed. She began knitting at a dangerous speed, wanting to get out of Harry's gaze as soon as she could.
"Hermione…" he placed a hand over hers, as she stopped knitting. She looked up into his eyes.
"You're okay aren't you? You and Ron are okay…?" he asked, as she frowned.
"No… we… broke up." she said looking down at her knitting. Harry gave her a sympathizing look.
"I did. It's just… things weren't working out. When we fought, we'd just snog to make up! And that was all the time! … Sure, the snogging was okay… but, that's not… real. Not a real relationship, you know?" she said, as he nodded.
He lifted his hand from her's, running it through her hair. He slid off the tie that held her bushy hair together, letting it fall into the grass. She looked at him, her heart beating all too fast, her face flushing.
"Harry…" she whispered, as he took note of this.
He grinned with a glint of mischief in those emerald eyes of his. She was too preoccupied with his motions to notice.
"You just have to relax Hermione…" he said, sliding his index finger under her chin, where he rested his thumb. She jerked at this, shivering under his touch.
'Kiss me Harry… please… you don't know… I broke up with Ron because… because of….'
"In time… you'll find someone new. Some one who really genuinely cares about you, not for your snogging skills, but for you. I'm sure Ron did though. Guess you weren't meant to be more than friends… for now at least." he said, now smiling. Harry's eyes bore deep into her's for moments that seemed a life time.
Hermione's hands were getting extremely sweaty, her blush completely visible.
Then, Harry broke the gaze, looking around.
"It's getting late. We should head back to the common room." he said, turning around, trying to wipe the smile off his face.
"Yes… we should." Hermione said in a sigh of relief… and with somehow a hint of disappointment.
"Hmmm…" he nodded, waiting for her to get up.
Harry didn't know why he felt so confident that day, but knowing he could make Hermione Granger tremble under his touch boosted his confidence by much more.
So, he couldn't help himself with one last test to see if he could make blush again.
He couldn't resist playing around with stubborn Hermione.
"Yes?" she stood up, walking toward him.
"Has anyone ever told you how cute you are when you blush?"
Hermione practically flushed, glowing red, and with his back turned to her, even he could see the light her face was making.
"No… Harry." she said, gathering her knitting.
"Hmm. 'Cause you are." he said smiling brightly, looking back at her. A slight breeze blew on cue as he turned, the wind slowly flapping his big white shirt, his hair getting more ruffled up.
"Er… thank you, Harry." she said, smiling sheepishly. He held out his hand, Hermione taking it as they both walked back to the school.
'In all my days, I've never seen a Hermione Granger like this.' Harry thought, smiling.
Meanwhile Hermione was bubbling with anger deep within. She knew he was just playing with her. She'd noticed the mischief in his eyes when he took her chin.
'You might've caught me off guard today Harry Potter, but it's not happening again. It's my turn to get back.' Then, she smiled to herself, more out of mischief to herself, but a pleasant smile to anyone who happened to see.
Harry looked down at her, and they smiled at each other.
You'd have guessed they were a couple if you didn't know what the female was thinking.
'In the game of logic, I'm the master.'
And with that last thought, only Harry occupied her mind.