I didn't think I would actually write anymore to this, but I kind of liked it.
It will probably suck now though. I still don't own Harry Potter. I also like cliff hangers.
Hermione's eyes stung as she opened them, she had cried herself to sleep. She didn't know what else to do; so many mixed emotions were filling her mind. She was torn between her two best friends, and she had hurt them both in merely minutes. Hermione quickly pulled her clothes on and headed down to the Great Hall alone.
As she walked between the tables to where Hermione, Harry and Ron usually sat, she took a deep breath and her steps slowed. The Great Hall was already filled with many people, and food had been served. She wanted to run back up to her bed and cry more, once she had seen Lavender fussing over Ron. She tried to over look them as her steps now quickened to where Harry was seated beside Ginny. She sat down across from them smiling at Ginny and not wanting to look at Harry.
"What's happened to Ron?" Ginny said taking a bite of her food, and trying to spot him through all of the other students.
"He's found someone who actually likes him," Harry declared pushing the plate of food away from him, staring down at it.
The words felt like bullets to Hermione's chest. Who do I like? She thought, grabbing a piece of warm bread from the center of the table, and apply jam to it.
"Oh Harry, what is it?" Ginny asked with worry in her voice and gesturing to his plate, which was still full of untouched food.
Harry paused before answering, obviously trying to come up with some sort of lie, "just worried about some homework I forgot to do for my first class. I'm uhhh… going to go to the common room and try to finish it." Harry stood up slowly, looking down at Ginny before he walked off. Hermione tried to catch his eye, but he wouldn't even look at her.
"I hope he's okay," Ginny sounded even more worried, as Dean sat beside her on the bench.
"Yeah, me too," Hermione managed to say, a lump had formed in her throat making it hard for her to talk. She set the bread down on her plate, looking up at Dean and Ginny. He likes her so much, Hermione's mind raced, why doesn't anyone like me?
"What's wrong?" Dean asked, wrapping his arm around Ginny and tried to start snogging her.
"Dean, we will get in trouble," Ginny giggled, playfully pushing him away.
"Come on, have a little fun," he laughed back at her.
Hermione stood from the table, it was obvious Ginny nor Dean cared about her being there or not, since he started whispering into her ear. Why were their lives so perfect? Hermione thought, and mine is hard and confusing. Hermione picked up the pace as she started walking back to the Gryffindor common room. She seen Ron lift his head up to peer at her, even though his arm was clearly around Lavender.
Hot tears sprang to Hermione's eyes as she started making her way up the winding staircases.
"What's wrong my dear?" The fat lady said, once Hermione made it to the top of the stairs.
Hermione mumbled the password in an angry tone, and the fat lady swung the portrait open. Inside Hermione wiped her tears on her sleeve; she could hear the fire crackling, which made her want to cuddle up with a book. Once she made it inside she saw Harry, sitting on a red velvet couch staring into the orange fire.
"Oh Harry," Hermione basically ran to the couch, and sat beside him wrapping her arms around his neck. His body was stiff as she tried to hug him. "I'm so sorry. I don't know what has happened to me, I'm such a mess." Harry continued to stare into the fire, not saying a word, or showing any sort of emotions. "What can I do to make it up to you?" The words didn't even feel like they came out of Hermione's mouth, the words sounded foreign to her.
Harry turned his head toward her, as she lowered her arms. "You like Ron. Ron likes you," Harry said slowly, staring into Hermione's eyes now.
"But Ron's with Lavender," she slowly pulled their faces closer together, "and I want you." She left a small kiss on the corner of his lips. She pulled back, staring at his lips now.
When she looked into Harry's eye, she could see something different. And finally he pulled her back in giving her a much more meaningful kiss.
