I can do this, Hermione thought to herself, as she paced back and forth in her dormitory. I mean, what's the worst he can say? That he doesn't feel the same?
But it could ruin your friendship, a thought at the back of her head persisted. Are you really going to risk 6 years of being best friends for a slight infatuation?
She sighed in frustration, running a hand through her curly mane. Was she ready to do this? She didn't even know where her feelings actually stood.. Did she?
"Yes I do," she groaned to herself, finally making up her mind. She grabbed her bag, then headed downstairs to the common room, hoping to catch him before he left for lunch.
As she reached the bottom of the stairs, she saw the object of her affection heading toward the portrait. "Harry!" she called out, hoping to catch his attention and talk to him before losing her nerve. Harry turned around, a smile alighting his face as he spotted one of his best friends, and walked over to meet her.
"Hey, what's up?" he asked as he noticed the look of apprehension on her face.
"Well, the thing is.. C-can we talk?" she asked, wringing her hands in discomfort. She couldn't believe she was about to do this.
"Can it wait? I promised to grab a quick lunch then head out to the quidditch pitch to practice with the guys," he said, smiling apologetically.
"Sure, no problem." She gave him a small, reassuring smile, trying not to show the hurt in her eyes.
"Thanks, 'Mione." He grinned, giving her a quick hug goodbye, making her stomach flutter.
I love you, Harry, she thought at the retreating back of her best friend, smiling slightly. She stood there for a moment longer, before following suit and heading for the Great Hall.
I'll tell him eventually, she pondered as she made her way through the corridors. There's always tomorrow.
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A/N. So here it is, my first post. Took me long enough(:
This is just a short fic that just came to me one night, so I figured I might as well roll with it. I don't usually like Hermione/Harry, but I really don't like Ron, and Harry fit, so there you go. So does it suck? Should I retire my pen for good? Am I horribly redundant? Is my plot completely lacking originality?
Or am I just overreacting?
Reviews are loved, flames are laughed at.
Until next time,
Allie.