As I was on the Hogwarts Express, again… my thoughts of Ginny disappear when I saw Hermione once again.
"Harry? Is that you?" She exclaims. I nod. She ran to me and gave me a huge hug. I laugh and squeeze her tight. It has been years since I saw her. Years since she got married with Ron and I got married with Ginny. Even though I love Ginny, I have always had feelings for Hermione. She always looked so mature and elegant but also enthusiastic at the same time. Ginny can get boring quite easily- and she doesn't even like to sleep with me anymore.
"So, you decided to be a teacher at Hogwarts, too?" I ask her.
"Yes!" She replies. "Obviously, Harry." I don't know why, but suddenly it got quiet. It was probably one of Fred and George's pranks, but I kinda doubted that after a while.
Hermione clears her throat, possibly trying to interrupt the awkward silence. So it's definitely not a prank, but Hermione does act differently. She stares into my face, examining me. Uh-oh, I thought.
"Are you… blushing?" She finally asks. I react a little to unnaturally, whoops.
"Um, no! Of course not. I just… you know… got a little hot." That might have been a bad response, because Hermione walks up to the thermostat and rolls her eyes.
"It's set at 63 degrees, Harry." I gulp.
"Yeah, well… I get hot." I stammer. She walks up right to me, making her not-so-pleasant face. Hermione looks me right into my eyes.
"Don't play dumb. I know what you want." She grins, and gives me a tiny kiss on the cheek. Surprised, I gently touch the flesh with my hand that she had kissed.
"Later, Harry." She winks, and walks out the door.
Later
As of now, the only thing that I can really do is daydream about Hermione. I knew that this wasn't right, I'm married to Ginny, and now that she's my wife, I have to devote my life to her. But Hermione made it super hard to do that, especially that kiss. I can imagine her, walking up to me and kissing me right on the cheek, a million times, over and over again.
"Ha, ha! You're in love!" One of the students said. Confused, I tilt my head at him.
"I said, you're in love!" He repeats
"I'm already married." I explain. How can he tell so easily that I am interested in Hermione? Why is this second-year student trying to pry out my secrets?
"But you have a lipstick stain on your cheek." He said. I groan, then run. Away from that kid. Covering my face with my palm. But on the way, I crash into a lady, who was picking up a thick book. My collision sends her sprawling across the floor. People turn around and stare.
"Harry?" Hermione gets up, intrigued. "What's the matter?" Oh, no. She was the one that I bumped into. Now I feel terrible. I couldn't be any more sorry. And I could never, ever tell her that her long skirt revealed her panties when she fell.
"Let's talk somewhere private, okay?" I drag her to the bathroom. She reluctantly follows me, despite the fact that I made her fall onto a dirty floor of a train.
"What do you want with me?" She hisses. We were alone in the room, but I still don't know why she is whispering.
"I want you." I say, a little too suddenly. Hermione looks at me, a little scared, but she understands. She leans against me, wraps her arms around my neck. I place my hands on her back, cause that's what the men do in movies right before they kiss the woman. She looks into my eyes, for a very long time, and touches her lipstick mark on my cheek. She rubs it away.
"I want you, too." She admitted. "But I don't know if I could have you." Her hands slide down from my neck to my chest, where she buried her head. I place my chin on Hermione's head.
"It can happen." I assured. I don't think I've ever been this close to her. She rests her head on my shoulder, and all I could do was close my eyes.
"But we're going to have to be patient." She whispers. I feel her heartbeat, fast and steady.
I must be dreaming, and if I am not, then my dream has come true.