My first publish. I am just drabbling along and hope to publish more in the near future.
Disclaimer
I do not own Harry Potter nor anything associated with the Potterverse. I do not make any money from my stories
Hermione glanced up as Theo stepped closer. He was standing so close now she could feel his warmth. She closed her eyes breathing in his spicy scent and placed her hand on his chest as if to push him away but instead she curled her fingers lightly. He was looking down at her watching her reaction to his closeness. He ran his fingers along her arm raising goosebumps as he brushed over her shoulder, slipping his fingers into her hair, pulling her closer. He brought his lips to hers in a gentle kiss. For a moment she forgot what she was going to say. Then she remembered and reality crashed back in.
"Theo I think"
"Don't think Hermione" he interrupted her and pulled her back in to kiss her once more. Her mind fogged up and she found it harder to remember why this was a bad idea. She couldn't think straight and it bothered her. She stepped back breathless trying to gather her thoughts.
"I can't do this. Ron is… I'm going home tomorrow." She finished feeling hollow.
"Oh" Theo's eyes darkened and his hand dropped back to his side.
"I thought you'd decided to stay. That you had grown too much apart. Wasn't he seeing that quidditch girl? Why? Hermione I want you to stay, you want to stay. What possible reason could you have for going back to him? Or is it just me you don't want to be with? Was I just your little fling before you settled down?" Theo was getting angry now as he stepped back from her, Running his hands through his hair. His arms dropped to his sides.
"I care a lot about you Hermione, I thought you felt the same." He turned and started to walk away.
"Theo wait. I'm sorry. I do care about you but I made a promise to return. Please don't go yet. I just wanted to say... goodbye." Tears were falling as she followed after him. He stopped, turning briefly.
"Goodbye Hermione." He spun around disapperating.
Hermione let out a small sob and covered her face with her hands. She was doing the right thing. So why did it feel so wrong. She took a deep shuddering breath and wiped away her tears. She had to be at the French Ministry in an hour to floo home.