Notes: I also rewrote this one... Anyway… please enjoy it…

CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISMS ARE ALWAYS WELCOME!

P.S. I disregarded DH here… and it's somewhat AU… just a little bit… also, THIS STORY TAKES UP AFTER THE LAST ONE…

You could also feel the story if you listen to the song… I know the singer isn't that great, but the music is great, disregard the singer's voice and you'll see that it's good…

Anyway… On with the story…

Disclaimer: I don't own the song... and most especially don't own HP…

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A Bizarre Love : Harry and Hermione

(Harry's POV)

"I love you…" Hermione subconsciously said as she was drifted to sleep.

I looked at her, blushing slightly, did I hear her right? Yes, I did… She said she loves me… 'Maybe she had just said that because of the fact that we're friends…' I voice said in my mind. I can't help but agree. But how come, it felt so good to heart those words… those three words… whenever it came from her…

I returned to reality, when I felt her stir. She looked so peaceful. Her face glowed under the fire, illuminating her face, and all of its features; her now tamed hair, her cute nose, her puffy cheeks, her mesmerizing eyes, her luscious lips. 'Wait, Harry… stop that… you're just friends…'

I hate the way you smile

Hate those big brown eyes

'Cause I know they're not for me…

She murmured something incoherent, gaining a soft chuckle from me, 'She looks so cute…' She then snuggled closer to me, tightening her hug in the process. I smiled at her, "I love you too, 'Mione…" I said, kissing her head.

I returned my gaze back into the crackling fire, missing the sweet, contented smile that had formed when I had kissed her head. The soothing ambience started to get to me; I was starting to get sleepy. Unconsciously, I laid my head on top of hers, and sighed contentedly.

But then my eyes shot open, "I can't do this… I don't want to ruin what we have right now…" he said to himself, slowly and carefully pushing her away.

'Cause we can never be…

More that friends…

And it hurts me, everytime…

"'Mione… 'Mione…" I said gently shaking her sleeping form. She stirred, and let out an irritated groan, "H-Harry?" I heard her say when she had opened her sleepy eyes.

I smiled at her, "Time for bed…" she nodded, and shakily stood up, she was like a drunk person, and she might collapse on the floor, so I guided her to her room.

When we were climbing the stairs, she stumbled, and I had immediately caught her. Her eyes shot open, "Harry?" she said. "It's okay… I got you…" I said.

She nodded and was taken back to her subconscious state. We entered her room, and I had tucked her in.

I knelt beside her bed and looked at her one last time for the day. I started to brush my thumb against her cheek. Her face was so innocent and peaceful.

I wouldn't really mind if I was stuck in time, as long as it was this moment... this time...

I leaned forward and kissed her forehead, "G'night, 'Mione…" I softly whispered.

I stood up and exited her room, closing the door ever so carefully because I didn't want to wake her up.

However, it didn't occur to me that Hermione was murmuring words, "G'night Harry…"

I walked to my room, and collapsed on my bed. Thoughts of Hermione ravaged my mind and I immediately pushed it back inyo the depths of my mind. My thoughts would always find a way to return back to Hermione and I was having difficulty in sleeping just because of it.

I close my eyes…

All I see is you…

And this crazy love…

Oh, this crazy love…

I remembered Christmas, Hermione gave me a woolen sweater colored in dark blue with a capital 'H' on its upper right arm. I had kept the sweater like a precious treasure. And I had always worn it whenever I was cold or was alone.

But the thought of a happy Hermione when I gave the locket to her, made my stomach do somersaults. It was just a simple gift, yet she had treasured it like it was the most precious object in the world, 'Well maybe 2nd best… Books to her are the most precious…' I thought as I lightly chuckled.

Just thinking about her made me miss her, 'God, Harry, you just saw her earlier…' I frowned when my thoughts changed to the 'what if…' I thought about the time if she would have another guy that she'd lean on , cry on, hug, and kiss. 'Harry, I think you're being to over it.' I nodded and pulled the covers above my head.

I hate thinking of you

'Cause everytime I do…

I just keep on missing you…

I pushed all of my thoughts at the depths of my mind, and tried to concentrate on sleeping. Funny though, what made me fall asleep was the image of Hermione sleeping at the couch when we were alone earlier at the common room.

I had awoken up at 6am. It was a Monday, I hated Mondays. Even though I love Hogwarts, I was just like ordinary students; I have my share of school-pressure.

Standing up, I went and prepared for my day. The lovable bookworm was already ready when I had descended down the stairs. "Morning…" She politely greeted, I nodded and grinned, "Morning…"

We went down, and headed straight to the Great Hall.

The day had gone by so fast. The next thing I knew is that it was already the dreaded potions. Snape was sneering at us, while he taught our lessons. However, as I brushed the quill's feather at my lips, my mind drifted to Hermione.

She was seating beside me, scribbling attentively to what Snape was dictating. I saw her caught a glimpse of me and my reverie. "Pst… Harry, Sooner or later, Snape's gonna call you're name… Better be ready…" She whispered, still writing on her parchment.

When she saw that I wasn't listening, she nudged my sides, and silently and gave me her 'listen-to-the-teacher-or-else' look. I wanted to smile, but Snape was in front of me, so I had to suppress it.

It didn't occur to me that Snape was already pairing us up for the experiment. 'God, I didn't listen…' I cursed in thought as I attentively listened to Snape. "Potter, you're with," Snape started, but slowed when he saw my eyes, saying an, 'Say-Hermione-Granger' look. "…Granger…" he ended.

I external kept my cool; but internally, I was dancing my happy dance. Hermione proceeded to gather the ingredients for the experiment. I rushed up to her, and aided her in gathering them. We immediately started the experiment.

I listened to Hermione's explanations and orders with a silly grin plastered on my face. "Harry, are you aright?" Hermione asked, genuinely worried about me. I gently shook my head and replied a, 'yeah.'

She was skeptical at first, but a few seconds later, she let in slip by her. "After 5 stirs clockwise, we let is simmer, then a huge bubble will form." She said, adding some white powder to the cauldron. She started to scribble something at the parchment, "Harry, would you mind checking the cauldron if the bubble is forming…" she said not looking at me.

I nodded and observed it. "Hermione, the bubble…" I said, but couldn't finish because Hermione immediately rushed to my side, "Harry, this could get messy, if we don't do it carefully, the bubble's gonna pop and the potion's gonna be a failure."

I nodded, slightly chuckling when I saw how dedicated she was on the simple potion of creating a simple acne concealer and creator.

She started to give instructions to what ingredients were needed to be added.

Moments later, the most crucial part of the potion was nearing, and that is stirring it completely in a 456 degree angle. Hermione said that she could handle it so I gave it to her.

She leaned herself onto the table. Wrong move, her hand rested on mine, and she immediately withdrew it, resulting to her solid concentration to break; exceeding her stir by what I thought was a degree.

The mixture started to uncontrollably bubble, "Sir…" Hermione said grabbing my hand and pulling me away from the concoction. Snape looked at us and he immediately walked over. But before he took a step, the potion erupted and was splashed all over, most particularly to us.

The liquid was everywhere. And we were drenched all over, 'good thing it's not harmful…' I thought. Everyone was caught by the liquid including Snape.

Snape sneered at us, "20 points taken from Gryffindor" he said, "And Detention with me starting tommorow, this class is over…" He said, exiting the room. When he had left, Hermione started to giggle uncontrollably. I followed her, and pretty soon almost all the Gryffindors were laughing.

"C'mon, let's go get cleaned…" she said grabbing my hand, and dragging me to the exit, where the other Gryffindors were heading. She looked back at me, and stopped. We were a few inches apart, and her hands cupped both my cheeks. Then what she did caught me off-guard. She pinched both my cheeks, giggling the whole while. I started to laugh, and went to tickle-attack her. But she was fast; she was already at the door, "Last one to get cleaned is a rotten Quidditch player wearing Slytherin clothes!" she yelled running out of the room.

And I hate the way I feel

Everytime you're near…

'Cause it feels like time

Is standing still…

I had caught up with Hermione, and had started to tickle her senselessly. Her laugh echoed the empty hall. I was smiling the whole time while she was giggling. "H-harry… s-top!" she pleaded as tears formed on her eyes.

She stumbled backward, and I immediately tried to get her. But it was too late, even though I held her, her momentum was hard to beat, resulting to us falling flat on the ground. I was on top of Hermione. I blushed when our eyes met, 'I wanted to drown in those eyes' I thought as my blush got redder.

Hermione also blushed, "H-harry…" she softly whispered. I regained my composure, and I immediately stood up, helping her stand by extending my hand. She blushingly took it and stood up, dusting her robes.

I felt that I had done a mistake, "Listen, Hermione… I…" I started but she cut me.

"it's okay Harry… It was accident…" she said looking at me straight in the eye.

But we can never be…

More that friends…

And it hurts me, everytime…

I close my eyes…

All I see is you…

And this crazy love…

She then grinning. "Let's get cleaned, I'm starving!" she said enthusiastically. I smiled, "Sure!" I said.

Dinner came and I noticed that Hermione didn't have any appetite. "Hermione, aren't you gonna eat?" I asked, looking at her. She wringkled her nose and slumped. "I'm not hungry Harry…" She said in a coclusive tone.

I frowned, she only had appetite problems when something's bothering her. "Is something bothering you?" I asked placing a hand on her shoulder. I felt her stiffen. She looked at me, "No, Harry, I'm fine…" she said with a not-so-convincing smile.

She excused herself to everyone and went to the Head's common room.

I thought of explanations that bothered her. Then it hit me, 'Was it because of me?'

I couldn't eat no more so I excused my self and gathered food; I didn't knew why but I had a feeling that I needed to get more food. I entered the Head boy and girl's common room. The fire was crackling and I felt that there was someone there sitting on the couch. "Hermione?" I asked if it was indeed her.

She turned spun and saw me, "Hey, Harry…" She whispered with a sigh.

I took a seat beside her, placing the food on the coffee table, "Hungry?" I asked motioning about the plate.

She shook her head, "No, thanks Harry…" And she let out a heavy sigh.

I frowned, "Is something bothering you?" I asked.

She sigh, and she stared at the fire, "Yeah…" She managed to croak. "Do you want to talk about it?" I asked politely.

She looked at me in the eye, but this time her eyes showed pain, "It's… nothing… I'm just… tired…" I didn't believe her one bit… but if she didn't want to talk about it… then just let her be…

"Okay… but… What should I do with all these food, I can't finish it myself…" I said sarcastically. She lightly giggled, "Okay… maybe I'm a bit hungry…" I smiled and we started to eat.

I hate it when you're blue

And how I care for you…

I hate the way my heart decides…

It was already night time, and I couldn't sleep. I just stared at the ceiling; thoughtless, motionless… I felt that I had stopped. I was battling whether I would go to the common room, or I would just stay here… I decided that I would go down. But as I lifted my body, I heard three knocks on the door. "Harry…" I heard someone familiar say.

And I hate those sleepless nights…

The knocks repeated, and I quickly recognized the voice, 'Hermione…' I thought.

I swung my legs to the sides of my bed, stood up and walked to open the door. "Hermione, is something wrong?"

She looked uneasy; she was fiddling the hem of her top, "C-c-can… I… Ssssleep with… you?" her voice was breaking and she was croaking like she cried.

At first, I looked skeptic but I noticed that her eyes were puffy, and that she was softly sobbing. 'She was crying… but for what…?"

I moved aside and she walked slowly to my bed. She lay down and I lay beside her. We faced opposite directions, and there was a long awkward silence. It was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

I couldn't stand it, and I couldn't sleep. I was about to say something when Hermione spoke… "My parents owled me today… grandma died today…" she said in a croaky voice, and she started crying.

I didn't know what to feel one part of me was happy, happy because I wasn't the one that made her sad. But one side of me was side because I knew that she had loved her grandmother so much. I shifted my position and watched her back, "I'm sorry…" I said embracing her from behind.

She started to cry again but she had faced me, and she cried on my chest. It didn't really matter that my shirt was getting wet, because a friend is in need of comfort.

"Sh… Hermione… I'm here for you know…" I said, stroking her hair.

'Cause we can never be…

More that friends…

And it hurts me, everytime…

I close my eyes…

All I see is you…

And this crazy love…

Oh this crazy love…

She had stopped crying she only coughed out dry sobs, I felt her grip my shirt, "Don't leave me…" she said.

I patted her back, "I'm always gonna be here for you…"

And a few moments later, she had cried herself to sleep. I kissed her temple, "G'night Hermione…" I said as I started to get some sleep. But she had snuggled closer to me, embracing me in her sides.

'I'm gonna do this because I'm you're friend…' he thought, so that he could have courage; as he welcomed her with an embrace by snaking my arms around her shoulder. She had eased and laid her head on my shoulder.

'But we can never be…

More that friends…

And it hurts me, everytime…

"Hermione…" I whispered as I tightened our embrace. It was pitch black and I couldn't see anything. But knowing that she was here was enough for me.

I don't know what to do…

Hate me for loving you…

'Cause I know it's wrong for me to say…

"I love you…" both said in unison, and I blushed, did she say that again? I sighed, "At least I had the courage to say it… even if you're just asleep.

Slowly, I too, was drifted into sleep.

Hermione was wide awake. When she had heard me say those three words her eyes shot open. 'Do you really love me?' she thought.

I took her a couple of minutes to get her eyes used to the dark, but when she did, she snuggled closer to my sleeping form. She ran her fingers to my messy hair, and roughly but gently traced my scar. "I love you too…" she said, kissing my cheek, before she laid her head back into my shoulder. Fixing the covers, she was carried of by sleep.

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Notes: I know that it's kinda long… If you're still getting confused, this chapter happens after chapter 1… and the start of this chapter is the continuation of the last chapter... I ONLY PLAN TO MAKE THIS AS A TWO SHOT... K?

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And also the lyrics are the centered, italicized ones, okay? To those that are having trouble that is…

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