Harry sat across from Hermione at the breakfast table. He felt his heart break for the fifth time this week as he heard her whisper to Ron something that made him smile. She giggled and kissed her lightly on the cheek.
Harry couldn't help himself but throw his spoon down. Ron and Hermione looked up at him startled.
'What's wrong mate?' Ron asked, a small amount of knowing lay behind his eyes.
'The milk was off again.' Harry said quickly, covering up his out burst of frustration.
'Oh mine isn't.' Hermione said innocently and took spoonful of her cereal.
Harry watched her suck on the spoon, hating himself for the thoughts that began to swim in his head.
'Here, have mine.' Hermione offered and pushed her bowl across the table to him.
'Err, thanks. But it's ok.' Harry said and pushed it back, he didn't want to risk using the same spoon.
Harry stood up before they could begin to ask about him again. He picked up his books.
'I'll see you in class.' He mumbled, making sure to give no eye contact.
'Harry.' Hermione said.
Harry stopped at the sound of her saying his name. If only she'd groan it- he had to stop himself again. He slowly turned and with a great deal of pain and joy; he looked into Hermione's soft eyes. But now nothing in the world could make him look away, something had to stop, anything. Ron seemed to see what Harry was feeling. He was quick to stop it.
'We'll see you in class.' Ron said waving and Harry had no other option but to turn away from her beautiful face and walk out of the Great Hall, dragging his feet and leaving his heart behind.