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Chapter – 2
Ginny thought that Ron was the thickest person she was unfortunate enough to have as her brother. But then… she was reconsidering. Both Harry and Ron tied for the first position on her list of the Thickest of Thickest Idiots. She couldn't bloody understand why Harry looked so distracted after Hermione ran away, and what was the worst – he wasn't even following her after that mindblowing snog.
What he did was: Stare blankly in space, tried to feel the air in front of him, nodded with dazed disappointment, walked towards Ron and plopped down with a look like Goyle trying Arithmancy. He started placing random things in his plates, until he picked something from Ron's plate.
"Hey!" Ron complained, snagging the bit of his food back to his plate, "What are you doing?!"
Harry smiled a serene smile. Ginny thought he was actually channeling Luna. More like channeling lunacy. Utter. Sodding. Lunacy.
Harry chuckled nervously and shook his head, "I had the strangest delusion back there in front of the Great Hall, you know?" He patted his messy hair with a blank expression on his face, "I thought Hermione Granger kissed me."
Now Ginny knew Harry was the king of the Thickest. No, no one could beat him.
"Harry has lost his mind…" Lavender said with a giggle. She shut up at Ginny's look.
She turned back to him. He needed to see the light, or else she would bury him right now. Alive.
"Harry… Hermione did kiss you back there." Ginny said in a calm, controlled voice, forcing her Weasely temper down, "It wasn't a delusion, we all saw it." She looked around for agreement.
"I didn't see it – ow! Yeah, that was a mind blowing snog Harry!" Dean said, rubbing his shin as he glared at his innocently wide eyed girlfriend.
"Oh I saw it." Seamus said with a grin, "Didn't know Hermione had it in her. It lasted about four minutes 43 seconds, to be exact."
Lavender gave him a strange look, "You counted."
Seamus shrugged as if it was no big deal, "I keep track of everything. Including my pee duration – it changes in Saturday… I don't know why…" Everyone ignored Seamus.
"She did kiss you Harry." Lavender added her two cents.
"Yeah." Parvati said.
"I saw it mate," Ron said with a nod and a pinched face, "It was rough."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Ginny snapped.
Ron turned pink, "I meant to say the kiss was rough."
"That isn't the point!" Ginny was close to growling, "Harry, she ran away, Hermione ran away! Your best bloody friend ran away! Are! You! Listening! You! SOD!" Ginny said, finally shaking Harry with each of her exclamations. She promised a Bat Bogey Hex with the glare she threw at a snickering Ron.
But on the bright side, Harry gained… well, consciousness.
"You called me a sod." Harry said with a glare. He shrunk when Ginny raised her wand, a bit confused.
"Wh... why am I here? Oh. Oh. Oh. Fuck! Hermione!" Harry pushed himself upright ignoring Ron's grumbles about wasted food and Ginny's sigh of relief. He raced with panic and fear written all over his face.
Ginny closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"I swear all guys are mental. I expected Ron – but Harry?" Ginny slapped a hand on the table in annoyance, ignoring Ron's protest.
"Girls are mental!"
Ginny rolled her eyes, "Boys are more mental!"
"Ha!" Ron smirked triumphantly, "so you admit you girls are all mental!"
"No Ron, I admit that you're the biggest git of the millennium and the master of mentals here." Ginny sighed and rolled her eyes, continuing with her food.
"Its okay, Harry was just in a moment of disbelief. From his expression, I gathered he quite liked it." Lavender smirked.
"More like he loved it. It was evident by that stupid grin he was sporting. Did he even realize?" Ginny added. Lavender and Ginny looked at each other slowly. "Nope." They both said together, nodding and continuing. They had transpired the consciousness regarding their feelings, now it was upto them to figure it all out.
Hermione huffed and panted, finally reaching the Portrait of the Head dorms, quickly muttering the password to the confused Basil Fronsac, and planned to race to the Head Girl's dormitory. But it only remained a plan.
Harry came panting as the Portrait swung open again, leaving Hermione frozen on her steps.
"Found… found you." Harry said, clutching his knees. Hermione mentally groaned, she should have hidden in the washroom – Harry was the bloody Head Boy!
Hermione bit her lip, wincing, and turned around, "Hello Harry." She said in her heartiest tone.
Only that she wasn't fooling anyone, Harry raised his eyebrows, "Er, hi."
Hermione lowered her gaze, gulping. Better get over it as soon as possible. Probably, Harry didn't really return her feelings now, did he? She had crush on him since Fourth year and she thought he didn't really see her as a girl – only as one of his friends. His brief relationship with Ginny after the War only made her briefly hopeful, as her own relationship with Ron didn't really work. Imagine him having a girlfriend, she thought bitterly, she would have throttled me by now.
Hermione had mastered control when it came to Harry, so she leveled her tone, "Harry, I'm sorry-"
"Hermione-"
Both turned silent. Hermione beckoned him to continue.
"Hermione…" Harry sighed, "I don't know why you did that, but I didn't hate it. So don't beat yourself up. It's just that I am not sure whether I wanted it…" Harry said with a wince.
Hermione was hurt by that, but she didn't let it show on her face with years of practice at hand. She faked a beam.
"It's quite alright Harry. All I wanted to say that, it was just a dare as I lost the game to Lavender. The dare was kissing the first guy who entered the Great Hall. Unfortunately it was you." Hermione's grin turned all toothy as she lied, "You think I would kiss you for any other reason? It was just very embarrassing for me, is all. It would have been better if I kissed someone else instead." She said forcefully.
Hermione turned around just in time, failing to catch Harry's bewilderment and disappointment.
"Er… fine… okay. Sure." Harry said uncertainly. Hermione blinked back tears, nodding brightly as she walked up to the stairs.
"Where're you going? Not eating?" Harry's tone sounded rough for some reason. Hermione turned around to find him glaring at her.
"What?"
"What what?"
Hermione rolled her eyes, "Why are you angry?"
Harry didn't want to say that her answer had disappointed him for some reason, for no reason. He just felt angry at her answer. "You have time to play stupid games?"
"What's that supposed to mean?" Hermione said with narrowed eyes.
Harry narrowed his eyes back, "What I mean is, you just go kissing the guy who came through the door? Isn't that harassment?! You think kissing me is embarrassing and kissing someone else is just fine?!"
Hermione fumed as his loud reply hung in the air like a heavy rope – he had no right… no right to say that... What did he think he was? She didn't mean it like that. She was just assuring him as she might have embarrassed him instead.
Seems like this wasn't the case for him. Hermione blood started boiling. Only Harry… only Harry could make her this angry…
"I wish," Hermione continued with a growl that made Harry startle, "I wish it just wasn't you. I wish I had kissed Terry or Malfoy instead. Atleast they wouldn't have minded and frankly, I would love kissing them rather than you if I get the chance."
What was she saying? She didn't mean that at all! But the furious expression at his face gave her more guilt than satisfaction as she dramatically turned around and shut the door loudly.
