DISCLAIMER: Even though I really wish I did, I don't own any of the characters in this story.

Hermione sighed. Nothing seemed to be going her way today. She couldn't even master this new spell she had learned in an advanced magic textbook. Sitting on her bed in the girl's dormitory of Gryffindor House, Hermione sat alone in the silence, books and quills spread out around her on the bed. She dropped her head, then picked it up again and listened to the dead silence. Suddenly, the portrait-hole door slammed shut. Hermione jumped up and ran to the door, and, crashing through it, flew down the stairs to greet whoever had just entered the common room. She reached the bottom of the staircase, panting, and looked around. Slumped over in a chair and facing the other direction, a figure breathed softly, muttering something about a stupid redheaded brat.

"Man, I wish I had never gotten so close to her," the voice said, a little louder this time. "She was so clever, getting to me like that."

Hermione walked slowly and quietly to the chair, careful not to disturb any of the papers that had fallen to the ground as the portrait hole door had slammed. She had pretty much guessed who was in the chair and who they were talking about by now, so she took a shot in the dark at the name.

"Harry?"

The boy in the chair jumped. He turned around and looked to see who had called his name, expecting to see something dreadful. Instead, he saw a very concerned-looking Hermione. He sighed, then stood and walked over to her.

Hermione's eyes lit up when Harry smiled at her. All of a sudden, he pulled her into a tight hug, holding her body almost too close to his. Then he spoke, gently breathing the words.

"I shouldn't do this. I've learned my lesson with girls."

Hermione was confused. What did he mean, his lesson? She felt as if nothing made sense anymore. She began to ask questions, trying to hold off fear and confusion.

"What do you mean? What happened?" Hermione said slowly, trying to back out of Harry's embrace. Harry leaned down and touched his forehead to hers.

"Don't talk," he said bluntly, placing his lips gently on Hermione's. Hermione went rigid, then, almost as if she were enjoying it, she relaxed and sank deeper into Harry's arms. He pulled away for a moment, just to see Hermione's face. Her eyes were bright, filled with joy and longing, but her heart was pounding, and then she pulled away, turning her head from his gaze. She let a tear slip, then gently whispered something in Harry's ear as she walked to the stairs.

"Harry, I can't do this either."

Now it was Harry's turn to be confused. What was wrong? First Hermione was absorbed in his embrace, lost in his eyes, and the next minute she was running away. He dropped his head and sulked back to his chair, remembering that he couldn't follow Hermione to her dormitory. At that particular moment in time, a star shot across the sky. Looking up at the same time to see it, both Harry and Hermione made a wish. Their wishes happened to be the same wish.

Ginny walked in. Harry stood up, and then sat back down after finding that he had nothing to say to her. Ginny, however, had picked out some choice words for Harry.

"I can't believe that you would say something like that to me. You've always been so nice, and then suddenly, you act as if you don't love me anymore!" Ginny was hysterical. Harry dropped his head sighing the words, Here we go again.

Harry looked up into Ginny's eyes, then said four simple words.

"That' because I don't."

Ginny looked in shock at him, and as she cried, she fled to her room in the girl's dormitory. Harry sighed again, and as he shuffled to his feet, the portrait hole opened once more. This time, it produced Ron. Ron looked at Harry, heard Ginny's bawling, and looked away. Then he began his questions.

"Harry, why would you break up with my sister? You loved her, didn't you?"

"That's the point, Ron. I don't love her anymore."

Ron continued after a moment's pause.

"Alright, so who is on your mind?" Ron was getting angry, because he thought for sure that Harry would always love Ginny no matter what.

Harry sighed and looked around, dodging Ron's gaze.

"Er, Ron, I'd really rather not say," he said finally. Ron looked over his shoulder to see Hermione standing at the doorway.

"I'll bet you five sickles that she knows," Ron retorted, pointing over Harry's shoulder. Hermione smiled at Harry as he turned to look.

"Come on, Ron! You don't need to know everything!" he shouted at Ron.

Hermione coughed. "I guess I need to, though, Harry. You need to explain some things to me."

Harry looked away from her, and looked back at Ron, who was fuming. Ron stood, and without a word, stormed back out of the portrait hole. Harry looked scared now, almost as if he didn't want to tell Hermione why he had pulled her into a liplock.

Not that she had minded. It was nice, having a strong relationship with a guy. She just never thought that Harry would ever turn to her for love.

"Harry? Answer me something, okay?" she spoke gently, as if she didn't want to hurt him with her words.

Harry looked up, and looked right into her eyes. Then he dropped his head. He shook his head, then walked to the boy's dormitory staircase.

"Not now, alright? I will answer your question, whatever it is, a little later." With that, he disappeared up the stairs, leaving Hermione confused, and curious about his feelings, and her own.