Yeah I've given up on my other story. Big surprise huh? This is probably the most cliché HrH story you have ever seen. But read it anyway! 

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"Why are you on top of me?"

Long silence. Punctured by a snort.

"I said…why are you on top of me?"

Another long silence until suddenly, a more feminine voice enters the picture, "The better question is, why are you under me?"

Now there was no silence. Both figures on the couch shook silently with laughter until the giggles were stopped short by a dull thud.

"OW! Harry James Potter! You just pushed me onto the ground!"

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And so begins the saga of Harry Potter and Hermione Granger. Considered the two smartest people in the wizarding world. Yet in the eyes of their closest friends, they were considered the two dumbest. And the most smitten. With each other.

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Ron Weasley rolled his eyes for about the billionth time in two hours. He tried to focus on the television screen in front of him. Brilliant invention really. Majorly lame when put next to wizard technology. But for the sake of entertainment…nothing could beat a television.

But tonight, the brilliance of the television couldn't even hold his attention. The muggle movie playing in front of him was pointless background noise compared to the main attraction right in front of him. And it was sick really. Sick to watch. Sick to tolerate. Sick to even think about. And what was even more sick, was the fact that he knew something about his best friends sitting across from him on the couch. Something that was so blatantly obvious that he had a hard time even contemplating the fact that they DIDN'T know. It was all too much really.

Why couldn't they realize that they just loved each other?

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Hermione Granger didn't notice the smirks and glares that were shooting from her red-headed best friend across the room from her. She had absolutely no idea what was going on in the movie. And she definitely didn't know how she had ended up on top of Harry Potter.

Although she was confused, she didn't dwell on that fact. She relished in it. Harry was comfortable, warm, and safe. He was better than a pillow. Especially since he kept running his fingertips up and down her arm. And even though he had the best muscles she had ever seen, her ribs were not yet sore from leaning against his hard stomach. Her head fit perfectly into the crook of his shoulder. And their hearts beat at exactly the same time.

If that wasn't comfort, she didn't know what was.

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Harry Potter was never one to miss the point of a movie. Growing up without a VCR at his disposal in his cupboard made it easy for him to get excited when Hermione brought home a muggle movie to watch.

So why couldn't he concentrate tonight?

Maybe it was the warmth he was receiving from a certain brown eyed witch. Since when had she moved on top of him? And when had her wrapped an arm around her and brought her head to his shoulder? And why didn't her bony ribs hurt him as they dug into his stomach?

His heart beat sped up and he noticed hers did too. Strange.

What the…?

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Ron watched as both of his friends faces contorted into confusion as their eyes darted over their current position on the couch. Funny really. And he was pretty sure they had forgotten he was there. Figures.

Bloody hell. This should be interesting.

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"Why are you on top of me?" Harry asked looking down at Hermione.

Hermione stared straight ahead wondering the same thing. She looked up into his deep green eyes and all she could do was…snort.

Harry smirked. "I said…why are you on top of me?"

Hemione thought carefully. She had two choices. One, blush and jump off Harry like he had cooties. Two, be a smart ass back. Thinking for a few seconds, the answer was clear.

She cleared her throat before looking straight at Harry again, a smile curving on once side of her mouth, "The better question is, why are you under me?"

His eyebrows shot up and his jaw dropped. Well…this was new.

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Ron dropped his head into his hands with a frusterated moan. How clueless can two people really be? Well, now it was obvious…pretty damn clueless. He rubbed his eyes and opened them again staring at the television screen in vain.

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Hemione stared defiantly at Harry, brown eyes meeting green. She contemplated sprinting away, but she knew deep down his reflexes were better than hers. She thought about turning away and leaving him hanging. But she knew she really only had one option.

A giggle escaped.

Harry took the cue and burst into laughter, tackling Hermione to the couch, tickling her sides unmercifully. Gasping for breath, Hermione squirmed in vain, until the tickling stopped. And she was on the floor.

"OW! Harry James Potter! You just pushed me on the ground!"

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Ron gave up. He just gave up. Reaching for the remote control, he pushed to Power button and stood up stretching. Staring at Hermione sprawled on the ground, he advanced towards her, stepping over her, and then continuing to walk toward the stairs. With a wave over his head, he didn't really expect to hear a response. In fact, he wasn't really expecting them to realize he was gone.

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Harry stared at Hermione's defiant face. "I'm sorry."

"No you are not! You did it on purpose!"

Harry smirked. "Yeah, you're kinda right…"

Hermione glared at him, although not that fiercely. "Help me up you barbarian."

"Big word Mione."

"Shut up."

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Ron slowly changed into his pajamas and turned on the sink in his bathroom trying to drown out the bantering coming from downstairs. Every…single…night.

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Grasping his hand, Hermione pulled herself up, straightening her shirt and hair, only to be messed up by Harry ruffling it.

"Harry James—"

"Don't say it!" Harry exclaimed covering her mouth.

Her eyes were vicious, and she tried to kick him in the oh-so-sensitive spot, but was too slow. "Boo shnuch"

"What was that?" Harry teased still covering her mouth, only to cry out when she bit down hard on his palm.

"I SAID…you suck!"

Harry sucked on the bite mark on his hand, whimpering pitifully. "I would say bite me…but you already have!"

Hermione rolled her eyes and flopped down on the couch. "You really need to improve your jokes Potter."

Harry sat down next to her. "Watch it Granger."

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Ron threw himself into bed, shutting his door on the way. It was still relatively early, but the two hadn't even realized that the tv was off. Surprising, even for them.

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Hermione sighed and glanced around the room.

Harry suddenly sat up. "Why is the television turned off?"

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Ron stifled a groan. Absolutely clueless.

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Hermione stood up. "And where is Ron?"

Harry stared dumbly at the chair Ron had been sitting in. "I have no idea…"

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Ron sighed and threw his pillow over his head in an attempt to block out the squeals and giggles that resumed after they had given up coming up with a reason why Ron wasn't there anymore that was coming from downstairs.

Is it really necessary?

He heard a muffled shriek of "HARRY JAMES—"

No…absolutely one-hundred percent NOT necessary.

Ron was in for the long haul.

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New story. Once again. I have the worst attention span. I wanted this one to be different. And I don't really think I succeeded. I just have this feeling that my stories lack something…substance maybe? I'm not sure. But hopefully I'll get into my groove. Otherwise, I'm screwed as a writer! Anyhoo…feel free to review! (( that rhymed!))