Title: What is this Feeling?
Rated: R for situations/language
Summary: Harry loves Oliver. But how does Oliver feel about Harry? Will they ever end up together, or will Harry stay miserable forever? R&R Please!
Pairing: HP/OW and finally some visible HG/RW
Disclaimer: Distinctly different than the actual ending...clue that I don't own it? I hope.
A/N: So ya, I decided that I've been a terrible person for not being consistent with my fanfic due to work, and starting college soon and everything. I plan to bring my laptop to work from now on and when it's slow/on break I'll try to get stuff done. I don't want to rush and make the ending terrible, but I'm going to put more time into it and finally try to finish it for you guys. I don't want to make it any shorter than originally planned because then I'd be cheating you guys and this story. Which means I hope you'll all bear with me until I can get to the end. Thanks for your continued support. And now, the chapter:

Chapter 10: Do It Now or Forever Wish You Had

At the height of his confusion, Harry decided to return to Gryffindor tower to try to sleep away his problems. He walked in and made his way up to his dorm unnoticed, but had a very unwelcoming welcoming committee.

The remaining two members of his trio lay on Ron's bed snogging their brains out. They were so deeply into it that they didn't realize Harry had entered until he gave a small cough and they immediately broke away, both a bright shade of red.

"Sorry mate" blushed Ron even deeper, "we didn't really expect anyone to be coming up here this early. Especially after 'Mione told me you had left to cool-down for a while."

Harry gave Hermione a slight glare because he was certain she had told her not to mention his Oliver problems to Ron. However, he became eased when Ron spoke again,

"So what's bothering you?"

"It's nothing Ron, just...just a homework assignment that was frustrating me. Snape gave me extra assignments again, as you know, and I was just so drained that I couldn't stay here and think about it any longer."

Harry was quite proud of himself for conjuring that lie quickly. It seemed pretty plausible, it'd be an understatement to say he wasn't very good with potions and would be flustered by double assignments.

"Ahh. That greasy git. I wish hexing teachers was allowed."

"Ronald!" Hermione had spoken for the first time since Harry's entrance and looked her normal shade again, with the exception of a hint of purple in her lips.

"What? I was just talking! I didn't actually plan to!"

Hermione simply sighed slightly, then began to speak again. "Ron, maybe you should go downstairs for a little so I can help Harry with that work." She gave a Harry a knowing look.

"Why don't you ever offer to help ME with assignment?!" scowled Ron, give his girlfriend a rather annoyed look.

"Because you haven't been given extra work in your least favourite subject! And I have too helped you with assignments, so stop complaining."

"Only because I practically begged you!"

"Hermione, it's alright, I'm really tired, I was just going to go to bed really." Harry spoke up, yawning a little.

"You really shouldn't put it off." She stared him down, hoping he'd get the hint about what she really wanted to discuss. "Ron, could you excuse us."

"Fine! But I want some extra snogging sessions this week!" With that, Ron took his leave, and Hermione patted the bed to indicate Harry should sit down.

"Really, I'm glad you want to help, but I do need sleep."

"Harry we're not doing this again! Just come here, you don't have to talk, but I will."

Harry gave in because he saw no point in having another pointless argument that would only lead to hurting them both. Besides, he had promised Hermione that never again would a boy get in the way of their friendship, and that's exactly what this was.

"Now, I know everything that happened and -"

"Wait, how is that possible. Did you talk to Oliver?!" Harry was a little uneasy with this latest bit of information and looked at Hermione hoping to hear anything other than that.

"No." Harry let out a relieved sigh. The less communication everyone had with that boy was the better in his mind. "I just performed a charm to reinact the last action that went on in this room before I entered."

Hermione smiled, because she clearly wanted to make it known that she had just performed a very complicated bit of magic. After a few moments of her waiting for praise that didn't come, she continued on.

"And I'm still trying to figure out exactly why you would react the way you did..."

Harry looked at Hermione with a dropped jaw. Was she really insinuating that what he did was the wrong thing, that he should've just given in.

After taking a minute to find speech, Harry spoke, simply, but put his point across. "Are you serious?"

"Quite. You've wanted this for how long now Harry? Years. And you simply threw away your chance - "

"I didn't throw it away, he did!" Harry's temper was rising a bit more now, his emotions were so tangible to the surface these days that it didn't take much to change at a moments notice.

"He shouldn't have hurt me, said what he did." continued Harry, practically yelling. "How can you expect me to just forget that and go on with it. I figured you of all people would side with me here and try to understand."

"I did try. I sat in here for a while trying to think how it would look from both perspectives. Of course I was prematurely stopped by...well...you saw what." Her cheeks tinted yet again.

"But I've tried to think up the best possible solution for your own emotional health, and I think you've made a big mistake. You're sticking too much with your stubbornness and pride that you failed to realize what could be for the better. You acted in a very Slytherin way."

Those words hit Harry like a bludger to the head. His image as the Gryffindoriest Gryffindor was something he had held high, and to be compared to Slytherins was not something he took to with ease.

"But should I really just give in, and let him play with my emotions like that? Don't you think I'd be really shallow to just accept it that easily"

"Yes and no. Harry think of it this way. If you don't do this, you'll have that voice in the back of your head nagging at you, wondering what could have been. Regret is a raging dementor."

Harry took these words to heart too. Was he really just being a bit too stubborn for his own good? Hermione had never tried to steer him in the wrong direction before and he was too confused by the situation to think properly about it. Maybe she was right, and he knew the regretful feeling and didn't want to experience it again, especially after the last affect it had on him.

Looking down at his arm and rubbing it through his robes, he thought that it was possibly the only thing he could do know. He needed to embrace the opportunity he was being given and hope that it wasn't just a ploy to mess with him because if it was, Oliver better be ready for a whole lot of ugly.

"You're right. I have to do this. There's no turning it away now."

A/N: Sorry this chapter wasn't all that exciting by far. But I think you'll all agree that it's quite necessary to get to the good stuff. I'd really appreciate some reviews and will start work on the next chapter during my work break today.