Chapter 4- Unspoken Love

"Yo, let's head down to breakfast or something. Then, we could go visit Hagrid and have some of his "delicious" rock cakes. So, what do y'all say? Let's head on down," said Ron, jovially.

"Ron, I kind of have to talk--"

"No Harry, it can wait, can't it?" Hermione just didn't feel like hearing who Harry loved at the moment, especially because she knew it wasn't her.

"Uh, right. Okay," said Harry glumly. Why did Ron have to mess this up? This was the perfect time and he blew it for me, Harry thought.

As they headed down, people whispered all around them. 'Ron and Hermione make the cutest couple' or 'Omigod, look at how cute they are, I wouldn't be surprised if they got married'. This just made Harry's head pound even more. He couldn't stand hearing about this. His cheeks started to steam, his heart started to beat faster, his cheeks were turning bright red-

"STOP IT!!!" Harry screamed, "We all know they look cute together! BE QUIET!" Everyone stopped in their tracks.

"Harry, what was that for? Why are you trying to embarrass us for? What is your problem?" Ron said. As he said this, he put his arm around Hermione.

"You know what, Ron. I can't-I have to-you can't-you know what, forget this. I'm heading upstairs," Harry said. Everyone started to move some more, seeing as there was no fight about to break out.

"Harry, are you okay? You need some help. Go up to the dorm and get some rest, you seem tired. Herm and I are gonna go eat, and maybe afterwards do the naughty-naughty. Right, Herm?" Ron said laughing.

"Um, right. See you later, Harry. Feel better," Hermione said. She turned to walk with Ron, holding hands.

Harry headed upstairs. What was that for idiot? Why did you have to explode like that? You are so stupid! Harry was so embarrassed; he couldn't believe what he had just done. As he was heading up, he saw Cho walking up alone and crying.

"Cho, what's wrong?" Harry asked, feeling really concerned. Little did he know, this was just a trap. Cho had heard from Lavender that Hermione felt something for Harry and she knew that Harry kind of had a crush on her. She didn't dare tell Harry if she wanted to keep him.

"Oh H-H-Harry, my cat just died. My mom just sent an owl. H-H-Her name was S-S-Snowball. I l-loved her so m-much. How could s-s-she just d-die on me like that? Oh Harry, I need you so much," Cho sobbed. Harry pulled her into a warm hug. As planned, she was able to pull his face towards hers and into a passionate, long kiss. She had her tongue down his throat and her hands all over his bottom. Harry knew she was in great pain, so he couldn't bring himself to let go of her.

"Cho, I can't do this. I feel for someone else. I mean, we can fool around, but I don't want this to turn into a serious relationship. I can't handle that. It wouldn't be right. I hope you understand," Harry said, when he was finally able to pull away.

"What? But, my cat just died and-and I need you. You are the only one who can get me through this. Please, I need you. You're so sexy, so suave, so perfect," Cho said, trying to force a genuine tone. She tried to pull Harry into another long kiss, but he turned his head. She was astonished.

"Sorry, Cho. I can't do this. I really hope you understand. I hope you feel better," Harry said, starting to turn away.

"Oh, no. Don't you turn away from me," Cho said, starting to turn angry, "You know I am the hottest girl in the school. Most guys would give anything, and I mean anything, to just make out with me. But, of all of them, I picked you. YOU. If you want to let this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity slip away, so be it. But, you will pay." Cho turned away and walked off.

Oh well, Harry thought, now she hates me. He walked up one more flight of stairs, told the Fat Lady the password (lemonhead), and slumped into one of the armchairs in the empty Gryffindor common room. He put his head in his hands and started to cry. He knew this was so babyish and immature, but he felt a love so strong and had no way to let it out. Harry loved everything about Hermione: she was smart, beautiful, easy to talk to, and had the biggest smile. He just ached inside, longing to stroke Hermione's soft, brown ringlets. He yearned for the touch of her lips against his. He wanted her, right then at that very moment. He needed to let his love out, but he knew he couldn't tell Hermione about his love for her. He knew what he needed to do. He headed up stairs and got a quill, some ink, and a roll of parchment. He went back downstairs, sat down and began to write:

I see you all around the place, your face is shining bright-

Those around you are just a blur, dim and out of sight.

I long to hear you speak to me in a loving way,

I know this may not happen, but my love is here to stay.

Sometimes I have no idea how I keep it all rolled up inside,

But I know it is unique in form, undoubtedly one of a kind.

It is so strong that it could lift a ton of rocks or more,

It is so strong, it keeps me more alive then I ever was before.

The strength it holds does something that I cannot explain.

No words can ever describe it, which causes me this pain.

I yearn to express my love for you, so someone else will know.

But, that will not work. I don't know how, or where to go.

So, now I sit with it inside and it will never move,

I know what I will call it: my Unspoken Love for you.

I Love You,

Your Secret Admirer

Your Secret Devotee

The One Person who Loves You Most

Harry sat there and looked at his poem for the longest time. He knew it was accurate. But, how would he give this to Hermione? He decided to fold it up and put it under Hermione's pillow, so she could find it. He sneaked up the stairs to the girl's dorms and opened one of the doors. There, Crookshanks was on her pillow. He snuck over there, gave him a little pat, and put it under the pillow, so nobody could see. Then, he went downstairs and marveled at how good he felt. Hmmm, he thought, maybe I should do more of this poetry stuff. It really works.