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Hermione sat on her four post bed throwing two ideas back and forth in her head.
Tell him or not
Tell him or not
All she could think about was Harry James Potter, the boy who lived. She didn't know what to do she wanted to tell him how she felt but she didn't want it to mess with their friendship. For the past 6 years she had a strong feeling for Harry. From the day on train when they had first to the day Sirius had died. From the good to the bad. She had been there for him. She had to tell him because she had a feeling that something was going to happen and she wanted him to know.
Harry was sitting on the coach by fire thinking
Does she love me like I love her or I'm killing myself thinking
about HER for nothing.
He was sitting there thinking about all the memories he has with her. When she stood in the door way of the train and said "I'm Hermione Granger by the way who are you?" To their D.A. when he looked straight into her at her and saw his future in her eyes. He didn't know what to do tell her and maybe get it thrown in his face or live with her never knowing.
Hermione walked down the stairs to see Harry sitting there doing nothing at all. Just staring into space in deep thought. So she turned around but did not make on the first step. "Hermoine? Is that you?" asked Harry "Yes. So what have you been doing all night?" replied Hermione "Just sitting here waiting for Ron." "Ron went up to bed 10 minutes before I did." "He did? Oh, well. So what have you been doing all night?" "Oh, nothing just homework." Lieing she had not been doing homework but had been thinking nonstop about the guy she was now talking to. "Oh" "Well I'm going back up to bed." "Don't go stay here" Harry said without thinking. "Okay I guess" Hermione said as she sat on the other end of the coach. "Hermione I have been meaning to tell you something sense the day I met you. I have this great feeling when I'm with you no matter what mood I'm in." Hermione started to blush and had no clue what to say. "Harry what are you saying" was the only thing that would come out of her mouth "I'm trying to say that I love you Hermione Granger I love you" "Harry I-I ...." Hermione couldn't finish her sentence she couldn't she those three little words. Harry pulled Hermione closer and tried to kiss her but she pulled away and ran up the steps to her room. When she got up there she jumped up and down on her bad angrily. She was so mad at herself because the man she loves just told her that he loves her and she couldn't say it back and then running that was smart, yeah right. She just thought to herself:
Why did I pull away?
Why didn't I just let him kiss me?
Why?
And I'm suppose to be the smart one