"CLAP" The storm was getting drastically worst and Hermione Granger couldn't take it. She was truly afraid of thunderstorms. Ever since she was little they scared her. She poked her bushy head out of her makeshift tent. She couldn't take it anymore, she climbed out of bed and padded down the hall to her parents room. Weird sounds were emitting from the other side of their door. She stuck her hands to her ears and turned on her heels into the other direction. She hustled back into her room and slammed the door. She slid down the length of the door and buried her head in her hands. "PAKK" the thunder sounded again.

It was getting to be too much for her to handle. Tears streamed down her face. The person she usually went to when she was afraid was about two towns away. She usually went to Harry. The raven-haired boy always made her feel better. But she couldn't go to him, even though she had her apparation license. It was dangerous to apparate during a storm "CLAK" She would risk the danger. And so, she apparated into Harry's room in number 4 Privet Drive in record time.

The room was dark and it took a moment for her eyes to adjust. She gazed around the room. It was modest; it contained only the necessities, a bed, a bureau, a cupboard and a nightstand. On the bed, she could see his raven hair sticking out from beneath his Gryffindor blanket and hear his heavy, even, breathing. Just the sound of him was enough to calm her a bit. She walked to his bed and poked him in the arm

"Harry, Harry?" He sat up on his bed. His hair free rippled chest was bare and she could just see the line of his boxers. He looked slightly dazed and his eyes were still full of sleep.

It took him a moment to realize who he was and where he was. He examined the room. There was a silhouette standing next to his bed. A short, frail figure with large hair. "CLAP" There was a bright flash of lightening and the frame gave a leap and whimpered. Wait, he knew that whimper.

"Hermione? What are you doing here?" he asked still in a trance from the sleep. The thunder roared and Hermione shrieked. "I...I got scared of the storm and...Never mind." she said bracing herself to apparate,

"Wait" he said. He pulled back the cover. "In"

"But Harry you...um...you...uh"

"Accio Shirt" A white t-shirt came soaring across the room and into Harry's hand. "There" he said. "In"

"Harry! You can do wandless magic?" she asked. Her fear subsiding just for a moment replaced by amazement. "That's remarkable"

"Thank you. Now, In." he commanded patting the spot next to him.

"No Harry. I'll be fine." she said. "I'll just go home." The storm's fury return. Thunder roared and the lightening gave a clap. Hermione leaped onto the bed beside Harry, while he chuckled.

"Do not laugh at me you dumb wanker."

"Sorry, besides who needs wanking when you're here?" She pulled the pillow from behind her back and hit Harry over the head with it.

"I give up, I give up, besides we're going to wake Vernon and the gang." he said making Hermione stifle a giggle. He laid his head down on the pillow and closed his eyes.

Hermione too lay down. She snuggled into Harry's chest and closed her eyes. She simply wanted to inhale the scent of him. He smelled of clean linen, sweat and that spicy soap he used. He automatically wrapped his arms around her neck and stroked her long chestnut locks. During their sixth year, Harry and Hermione had grown notably close. They did everything together, including sleep. In his arms, Hermione completely forgot about the lightening and thunder. She buried her face in the crook of his neck.

"I love you, Harry."

"Uh-huh" he said and began to snore lightly. She sighed. She knew he didn't return the feeling. It was just a matter of time. "I love you, too" he grumbled before falling back into his state of hypnosis. Her heart was elated. She finally relaxed her body and quickly fell asleep.