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Notice I say PLEASE seven times? Shouldn't that count for something?
Harry's POV:
That dance. That dance…
I know, I know, I don't need you to remind me that I should've kissed her because I already know! She was so close…
I can't believe it took me so long to realize that I fancied Hermione. How stupid am I? On second thought, don't answer that.
I think she knew. She looked at me like she knew what I was thinking. Well, not that I was thinking, anyone who saw would know there was no way I was thinking, but she seemed to know what was coming.
There's a part of me, in the back of my mind, creeping, waiting till I'm vulnerable to strike completely but until then, I'm intending to keep it at bay. She knew what was coming, and she clearly didn't want it to happen, so she left. It sort of hurts. But, no it shouldn't. It's not supposed to hurt. I was drunk on-
Lust?
I was confused and I didn't-I needed-solace for Merlin's sake! We're all each other have; you can't blame me for it! So what if I got a little out of it and had the need (or want, either really) to kiss her. She's-
I'm a seventeen-year-old boy! I'm alone in a tent with a girl I've known for nearly seven years! A GIRL! And in case you don't know, seventeen isn't exactly-
I'm half starving, I'm nowhere near civilization, I'm isolated from the rest of the world and there's a mad bald noseless nutter after me! Can't I just be normal for once! You know, maybe I have fallen for my best friend. SO WHAT?
It's not exactly hard! She's nice, and she's smart, and she's nowhere near ugly. She's stuck by me when no one else has, and she stayed with me, even when Ron, the boy she's in love with left. That means more to me than she'll ever know, more than I will ever know. I know I should thank her.
But, I don't know how. Plus, no matter what I said, it would never be enough. So, here I am, sitting pointlessly on my bunk, where I used to sleep next to Hermione, but she moved to the sofa, (the sofa! Really, she'd rather sleep on the sofa than next to me!) going through the stuff in my rucksack. My right hand closed on what felt like a locket. Confused, knowing Hermione had the locket on, I grabbed it and unraveled it from the snitch, with which it was tangled, and examined it.
I gasped loudly (luckily Hermione was ignoring me and hadn't said a word to me since, well...that). There was a minute hourglass in the charm, sand sitting peacefully in it.
A plan formulating in my mind quicker than I thought possible, I tossed the chain over my neck and turned it backwards about thirty times. Just before I released it, and allowed it to spin back to the time I needed to change, I chanced a glance at Hermione. She had her back to me, and I hoped that whatever I could change would give me another chance to get lost in those big brown orbs of hers.
Little did he know how much trouble he was in for.
Dun dun DUN! Yeah it probably wasn't that dramatic, it's just that I wanted to end it like that, it sounds cool. I know it's short but it's a start. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW!