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I, I Found Light

Harry x Hermione, only they developed a relationship in year 6 when Ron and Ginny started dating other people.

Chapter Summary: Ron, Lavender, and the others lock Harry and Hermione in a storage closet. Maybe they confess, maybe they don't.

Warning: There's some kissing, some borderline steamy dialogue but nothing too graphic I think? Also may trigger some claustrophobic folks. Fun fact; I am in fact claustrophobic but just because it wasn't uncomfortable for me doesn't mean that's the case for everybody, so I thought I'd mention it. (P.s. I can do smut if yall want that in the next part 👀)

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Lavender was so close to ignoring Ron.

But Ron was convinced that given enough time, they'd come together on their own. She wasn't so convinced.

"I'm gonna lock them in a closet." Lavender blurted out quietly, so only Ron and Neville could hear her.

Both boys looked up from their chess game to see that she was watching Harry and Hermione, who were sitting a little too close to be considered friendly, doing their homework together on the sofa.

"Lav..." Ron trailed off.

"I know! But look!" She said indignantly, pointing at the two. "They're literally the only ones unaware that they're practically dating already."

"She does have a point." Seamus chimed in from where he was watching over Neville's shoulder, crouching over him as they sat huddled in a corner of the common room on the floor.

"Why aren't we setting them up again?" Dean asked from beside Seamus.

"Because this is something they need to sort out for themselves." Ron said.

"You're just worried they'll kill you if they find out you were the one to set them up, especially if they find out that you knew they liked each other and didn't say anything." Neville said, contemplating his next move.

"Great, thanks, Nev. You're a lot of help." Ron deadpanned.

Neville just gave him a thumbs up without looking up from the board.

"I'm going to burst, Ron. I literally can't take their longing glances anymore." Lavender said dramatically.

Padma, who was quietly reading beside Lavender up to this point, piped up, "Locking them in a closet might work."

"I like that idea." Seamus snickered.

"You just want to lock someone in a closet." Ron accused with a glare.

"Perhaps." He retorted playfully.

"Ron, I'm either locking them in a closet or setting them up for Slughorn's Christmas party." Lavender stated stubbornly.

Ron sighed heavily. "Fine. We'll figure out how to trap them in a broom cupboard or something."

Lavender squealed excitedly, wrapping her arms around his shoulders.

"And how exactly do you plan on doing that?" Parvati asked.

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"What do you need me to go with you for?" Harry asked Ron, confused.

"I told you, I need help grabbing stuff from the storage closet." Ron responded.

"For practice?" Harry asked, suspecting an ulterior motive.

He just hoped it wasn't a prank. It took him nearly two weeks to wash that sticky goop from his school robes last time. He'd had to enlist Hermione's help, much to his chagrin and her amusement.

Ron just nodded his head with a hum.

Harry glared suspiciously but didn't press him further.

"But why are we going to the quidditch field?" Hermione asked.

"Ginny needed help with something." Lavender answered simply.

"But why didn't she ask Harry and Ron? They actually play the sport." Hermione questioned further, her curiosity beating her trepidation.

"I don't think it had something to do with quidditch itself. Plus, I think she'd already asked them." She said.

Hermione hummed. She suspected there was something else but didn't think she'd get any answers from Lavender.

They continued their trek across the field quietly.

Once they came to the quidditch storage locker, Hermione's confusion increased.

"What-" Hermione tried to ask, but Lavender spoke over her.

"Just gotta grab something real quick, would you mind?" She asked, gesturing to the closet.

"Sure," Hermione said slowly, approaching the closet, "What am I grabbing?" She asked, turning around to see that Lavender had shut her in.

"What the- Lavender!" Hermione yelled.

Just a moment later, Harry was shoved in, and the door was shut again.

"Hermione?" He asked.

"Is this a prank?" Hermione asked at the same time.

"Probably." Harry grumbled.

Hermione felt very flustered. The storage closet wasn't very big, and with the extra brooms and trunks of balls, it felt even smaller.

Her and Harry had to stand fairly close, which wouldn't normally fluster her, they've been closer after all, but it was dark and warm, and she hoped she wasn't blushing too hard.

"Nope, not a prank." Ron said.

"Ronald!" Hermione exclaimed, irked.

"It's very stuffy in here." Harry said, crossing his arms.

"So take off your sweaters." Ginny said flatly.

"Ginny?!" Harry asked, shocked that she'd actually helped her brother with something like this.

"Ginerva, I swear-" Hermione huffed.

"Ooh, she used your full name!"

"Seamus?! Who else is out there?" Harry asked.

"Hi." Neville said.

"Luna's here too." Ginny said.

"Why?" Hermione and Harry asked.

"Aw, they're already finishing each other's sentences." Seamus teased.

"I don't think they're gonna tell us." Hermione huffed. "God, it really is hot in here." She said, pulling at the collar of her shirt.

Harry nodded.

"Hey, we're gonna leave you two here for a bit, let us know if you end up confessing. Ciao!" Ginny yelled.

"Confessing?" Hermione mumbled to herself as she put her ear to the door.

She gasped indignantly.

"What?" Harry asked, pressing his ear to the door next to her.

"They're actually leaving!" She said.

Harry was about to complain right along with her until he noticed how close their faces were, so instead, he pulled back.

"Unbelievable." He'd said, hoping his face wasn't as red as it felt.

"Where could they be going?" She asked.

"Lunch?" He asked.

"I think there's still an hour until then." She shook her head.

Harry checked his watch, "Actually, that's probably exactly where they're going."

Hermione grabbed his hand to look for herself, but Harry wasn't thinking about that. All he could think about was how close she was and how small her hand felt in his.

She must've noticed, and she dropped his hand, "Sorry." She muttered shyly.

"I-it's fine." He mumbled. Fine? God, you sounded so dumb. He thought to himself.

Hermione tried taking her sweater off, but her elbow knocked into the door with a thud, and when she moved over in surprise, she almost tripped over a trunk.

"Ow!"

Harry caught her arm before she could fall into the broomsticks and pulled her up.

"You okay?" He asked.

"Yeah, just didn't realize just how close I was to the door." She said.

For a few more minutes, they tried maneuvering around the tiny enclosed space, unable to move without elbowing or bumping into each other.

Hermione huffed. "If they were gonna lock us somewhere, they could've chosen a bigger cupboard. I can't even take off my own sweater."

Harry was about to offer to help her, but his mind immediately went somewhere it shouldn't have, especially about someone who is strictly his friend, his best friend at that.

Hermione tried once more in vain, elbowing the wall this time as she tried to pull her arms out of the sleeves. "Ouch!" She whispered harshly, mostly to herself.

But still, knowing that she was uncomfortable and too warm, he pushed aside those thoughts.

"Do you want me to help you?" He asked.

Hermione felt her heart palpitate uncomfortably fast, her face warming at the thought of Harry taking her sweater off. It was an innocent (more or less) offer, and she knew this, but her mind still betrayed her with inappropriate thoughts about her best friend taking more than just her sweater off.

But she didn't want him to think she was uncomfortable with the offer. Actually, she was more than okay. But he didn't exactly need to know that.

"I'd appreciate that, Harry." She sighed.

He took a small step toward her and gripped the hem of her sweater. "Arms up." He whispered.

She nodded and complied.

He pulled the wool garment from her, careful not to accidentally graze her body. He didn't think she'd like that. (She would, but he didn't know that.)

Once it was off, Hermione sighed, relieved. "Thank you, that's much better."

He nodded because he didn't trust his voice and sat her sweater on the trunk next to them.

"What about you? Aren't you hot?" She asked.

"Yeah, but that's okay." He assured her.

"Let me help you." She offered.

He nodded.

She pulled at the bottom of his sweater, her fingers brushing against his abdomen. Since he's nearly a whole head taller than her, he pulled his arms out of the sleeves himself once they were past his elbows.

He set it next to hers on the trunk.

"That is a lot better." He agreed.

He rolled up his sleeves, too preoccupied to notice her loosening her tie and unbuttoning the top few buttons, revealing her decolatage and the tops of her breasts. She'd also rolled up her sleeves a bit, too.

She leaned her head back against the wall and shut her eyes, not noticing Harry staring at the way her folded arms pushed up her breasts, showing her cleavage. He was glad her eyes were closed because his face was aflame.

He also noted how her skirt seemed shorter on her long legs, something he hadn't noticed before. He could see more of her thighs than before, between her shorter skirt and her socks as well. She used to wear thigh-highs, and they disappeared under the hem of her skirts, but the ones she had on stopped below her knees.

He noticed she was wearing different shoes, too. Hermione didn't usually wear heels, most often opting for flat mary-janes, but these ones had a heel. They were slimmer than her other shoes, daintier.

He shook his head and mirrored her stance, leaning back against the opposite wall from her and closing his eyes. He tried to push the image of her chest from his mind, but alas, it was at the forefront.

She heard his head thump against the wall and opened her eyes. He had his fingers tucked inside his pockets, his forearms on display, and she could see the veins on his hands and arms. He, too, had loosened his tie and undid the top couple buttons, and she could see how his neck flexed.

Stop it. That's something so silly to be turned on by. She mentally scolded herself.

But she couldn't stop thinking about kissing up his neck and how it would feel to have his hands on her body. How his arms would flex as he pulled her closer. How his lips would feel on hers. How he might taste. She wondered how he would touch her. If he'd be rough or gentle. She'd be perfectly fine with either, but knowing him, it'd probably be the latter.

Her eyes unfocused as something Lavender said popped into her head.

"Do you see the way he looks at you? He definitely likes you back."

She wanted so desperately for that to be true. But she couldn't handle his rejection if he didn't feel the same way. Their friendship means too much to her to jeopardize it over some silly crush.

At some point, he felt her eyes on him, and he looked over at her to see her deep in thought.

Without thinking, he brushed a strand of hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear.

She broke out of her thoughts and looked up at him. His fingers lingered on her cheek a moment too long to be considered friendly. She noticed the way he looked at her just then. Saw how his pupils were dilated, so much so that she almost couldn't see the vibrant green of his eyes.

He went to pull away, flustered, but before he could, she reached her hand up and held his hand there by his wrist.

He looked, really looked at her, and saw how her own eyes were blown wide. He didn't see any sign of uncomfortability. In fact, she was entirely at ease. Surprising, since she wasn't fond of enclosed spaces.

She reached her other hand up tentatively, holding the side of his neck as her thumb brushed his jaw.

She stepped closer to him.

He was slouched slightly, enough that her face was just about level to his. His legs spread just enough for her to stand in between.

She was so close now. He threaded his fingers through her curls, holding the base of her head. Once she was sure he wouldn't pull away, she brought her hand that previously held his wrist up to grip his shirt.

He hadn't noticed until then that he unconsciously brought his other hand to her waist when she stepped closer.

"Why haven't you kissed me yet?" Hermione whispered, her brown eyes boring into his.

He didn't need to be told twice, moving his hand on her waist to her lower back to pull her closer, using his other hand that held her neck to pull her into a kiss.

Hermione was surprised that line worked, still not entirely sure that he felt the same. But the way he held her and pulled her closer should have been evidence enough.

All either of them could think about was the other's lips on theirs.

Harry's hand slipped from her curls to her hip, pulling her flush against him.

Hermione whimpered, clutching the collar of his shirt in her hands and deepening the kiss.

They didn't pull away until they absolutely had to. Harry leaned his forehead against hers, his eyes still closed. He still wasn't entirely sure this wasn't a dream.

She kissed him again, not as gently as he'd kissed her. He felt her convey her need through the kiss, and he ground his hips against hers, eliciting a gasp which he used to push his tongue into her mouth.

She moaned, digging her nails into his chest, pulling a groan from him.

When she pulled away for air, he kissed down her jaw to her neck.

She let out a breathy moan, "Harry." she whispered.

A pleasant feeling, almost tingly, ran down his spine upon hearing his name fall from her lips in such a way, and he wanted to hear it again.

"Harry," she said again, pulling his lips from her neck to look at him.

"You have no idea how long I've been wanting to do that." He muttered.

She smiled, nuzzling her nose against his. "Now, you can."

"As much as I've enjoyed our time in this cupboard, I don't want to give them the satisfaction of knowing their plan worked." He said mischievously.

She smirked. "Well, they should be coming back in..." She grabbed his hand to look at the time, "About 10 minutes. Enough time to put ourselves back together before they come let us out."

"One more." He said before pulling her into another kiss.

She smiled and kissed him back.

"How long until one of them blurts out that we like each other." She teased.

He smirked. "I don't think they'll make it past Christmas."

"Hmm," she hummed, "I think once they get back from Christmas break and see that "nothing" happened, even though I plan on staying at school, then they'll tell us."

"Oh? Since when did you decide not to go home?" He asked.

"Since now. That way, we'll have some alone time." She smiles.

He smirked and wiggled his eyebrows at her playfully.

She playfully rolled her eyes and smacked his chest lightly. "Help me put my jumper back on."

He hummed. "I'm kind of enjoying the view."

"I never said we weren't going to pick up where we left off later."

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Thank you all so much for all the love on the previous parts, it means the world to me.

There will be more coming out, but as of right now, I'm in the middle of moving houses, so I might not have a whole lot of time to write.

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