"All right," Professor McGongall said, "today we will be transfiguring staff into a serpent. So pick your partners and get started" This year they were having transfiguration with the Ravenclaws, but Hermione raced over to be Harry's partner.
After class David came up to her, "Hermione, we need to talk."
"Okay." she said, wondering what was so important.
"Honey, you know I love you, but I don't think you feel the same way."
"Why would you say that.'
"Two months ago on the train you ran after harry without another word to me, we haven't spoken in weeks, and today in class you were Harry's partner, not mine."
"Harry needs more help in transfiguration then you." she said indignity.
"You love Harry!"
"I do not, I don't love him, *we're just friends*!"
"You know, you're a bloody awful liar, and quite sexy when your mad." he kissed her on her forehead, "But we're over." Hermione ran up to her room crying.
*****
"Herm, what's the matter?" Harry said as he slowly opened her door, which, in her haste she had forgotten to lock. "Was it David? Can I kill him *now*?" he sat down on the bed next to her."
"Yes it was, and no you can't"
"Please!" he begged, "if I don't people may think I'm going soft." this made her smile.
"No" she said jokingly.
"Why?" he asked her suddenly and seriously. At this the smile left her face.
"Because he's right. We weren't working out."
"Oh?" he inquired.
"And he was right about something else."
"And what pray-tell might that be."
"You."
"Me?!"
"He was right, I love you." she started to cry.
"Oh Hermione, It's O.K.," he pulled her to his shoulder, "and do you know why it's O.K.?" he paused, not really wanting an answer, "Because I love you too."
"You..., you do?"
"Of course I do." he kissed her fiercely then passionately, then they sat for hours just kissing and staring into each others eyes.
