**Chapter 1: The Morning After**

The sunlight streaming through the windows of Gryffindor Tower highlighted the scattered clothes and books on the floor, remnants of a night spent studying for their upcoming OWL exams. Harry Potter, now in his fifth year at Hogwarts, yawned as he made his way to the bed, his eyes fixed on Hermione Granger, who was still sitting at the desk, her brow furrowed in concentration. Hermione, with her long, brown hair tied back in a ponytail, looked up from her notes and smiled at Harry. "Good morning, sleepyhead," she said, her voice bright and cheerful. Harry flopped down onto the bed, running a hand through his messy black hair. "Morning, Hermione," he replied, his voice groggy from lack of sleep. As he lay there, he couldn't help but think about how much he enjoyed waking up next to Hermione. They had been dating for a few months now, and every day felt like a gift. He loved the way she made him laugh, the way she always knew how to make him feel better when he was down. But as he gazed over at Hermione, he noticed that she seemed...different. Her eyes seemed to be fixed on him with an intensity that made him feel a little uncomfortable. She was clutching a small piece of parchment in her hand, and her grip seemed almost... possessive. "Hey, what's going on?" Harry asked, sitting up and swinging his legs over the side of the bed. Hermione's face lit up with a smile, but it seemed a little... forced. "Just making a list of things we need to do today," she said, her voice a little too bright. Harry raised an eyebrow. "A list?" Hermione nodded, her eyes never leaving his face. "Yes, a list. I like to stay organized, you know that." Harry felt a shiver run down his spine as he realized that Hermione was holding onto the parchment for dear life. It was as if she was afraid he was going to take it away from her. "Okay, okay," Harry said, holding up his hands in a gesture of surrender. "I get it. You're a planner. But can I see the list?" Hermione's grip on the parchment tightened, and for a moment, Harry thought he saw a flash of something... possessive in her eyes. "I don't think that's necessary," she said, her voice a little too firm. Harry's eyes narrowed. Something was off. He could feel it. As he sat there, trying to process what was going on, he realized that he had a choice to make. He could either push the issue and risk hurting Hermione's feelings, or he could let it go and see where things went. What does Harry do next?