Hermione sat down on one of the benches outside the Great Hall. Just
as she was about to burst into tears, she realized that the way Harry
thought about her was probably for the best. It was her fault, she decided,
not his. It was Hermione who had liked Harry, even though she fully knew
how much her loving him could ruin their relationship. 'I'm glad I heard
Harry say that. It stopped me from doing some stupid things. Well, I've
already done some stupid things; going to the ball with Malfoy is high on
the list. I'm just glad I realized that all we'll ever be is friends now;
it's better then finding out after I confessed my love to him. From this
day forward, I will only think of Harry Potter as my best friend, because
he is,' thought Hermione. She got up, smoothed her robes, and walked back
into the Great Hall.
Harry had been looking for Cho for the last ten minutes. She had disappeared after he had gotten their drinks. His was now gone. 'Were did Cho go? She was just here,' Harry though. He was wandering all around, and ended up where he had started, the refreshment table. Ron was still sitting near it.
"Harry, I thought you were going back to Cho," Ron said.
"I was, but I can't seem to find her. Have you seen her?" Harry replied.
"Yeah, I saw her just a few minutes ago, wandering over there," Ron said, pointing to the opposite corner of the hall.
"Thanks, I'll see you around," Harry said, heading for the corner of the hall. As he approached the other side of the room, full of chairs, he did indeed see Cho. Cho and some other boy. Cho and some other boy, kissing. Harry walked up to them, not knowing what he was going to do.
"How could you?" Harry asked. Cho looked guiltily up at Harry, his eyes stone cold. His face showed how hurt he was.
"Uhhh…Harry…this is Josh…we were just…errr…well, you see…" Cho said, not knowing what to say, or how to say it.
"Save it, I don't care." Harry turned and bolted to the corridor that would bring him to the Gryffindor tower. Tears were streaming down his face. He didn't care who saw him, but no one did, for they were all enjoying themselves at the dance. 'I knew it was too good to be true. How could I have been so dumb? I should have realized that Cho would never really like someone like me. I have to get away. I have to get away from it all.'
Hermione watched Harry run out of the Great Hall. She chased after him, not caring about anyone else at the ball. The only one who mattered. Even though she had convinced herself that she was over him, he was still her best friend, and he looked hurt. She had to help him. She followed him into the Gryffindor common room, and watched him sit down on the floor near the fire. She watched him for a minute, before going over and sitting next to him.
Harry looked up, and noticed Hermione sitting by his side. She looked at him, and gave him a hug. For once, he didn't resist her, and hugged her back. Harry smiled. Even if he didn't have Cho, he had a great friend that cared about him. He stopped crying. Hermione pulled away and looked into his tear stained eyes.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"I just saw Cho kissing someone else. His name was Josh or something. I don't know what happened. All I know is that I shouldn't be crying," said Harry. "'Boys don't cry,'" He continued, quoting his uncle. "But it's not just Cho. It's everything, my whole life. Nothing ever goes right, and I just bottle up all of my emotions. What would everyone think if the 'Great Harry Potter' was crying? I can't ever cry, because that would show weakness, and I can't show weakness, because if I do, I could end up dead. All Voldemort needs is to see a little weakness, and I'm good as gone. But I can't stand it anymore. I wish I wasn't Harry Potter, 'the boy who lived,' I wish I was just some normal teenager. I would give up being a wizard if I could just be a normal person with parents. But I guess I was meant to be alone. Cho just proved it to me."
Hermione was shocked by Harry's speech. "Harry, you'll never be alone. Even if you don't have parents or a girlfriend, you'll always have your friends. You'll always have me."
"Hermione, every time I get close to someone, one of us gets hurt, my parents were killed, so was Cedric, and Cho just broke my heart. I don't want you to get hurt, I care too much about you, so maybe it would be better if we weren't so close."
"Harry, your not going to get rid of me that easily."
"Hermione, you realize that being around me could get you killed don't you?"
"Yes I realize that, do you realize that you're worth being killed over?"
"Surely you don't mean that Hermione," Harry said, shocked that anyone could really care about him that much.
"I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it. I care about you more than anything else. Nothing will ever change that."
"Not even this?" Harry asked, as he kissed her. Harry couldn't figure out what he was doing. Hermione was just a friend, wasn't she?
Harry broke away from the kiss and looked into Hermione's eyes. The kiss had told him everything that he wanted to hear. She wasn't just a friend; she was much more than that. She always had been more, he just hadn't realized it. He only hoped that she felt the same way, because if she didn't, it could be awkward.
"Not even that. But I have to know, what type of kiss did you intend that to be? Was it a friendship kiss, or did it mean more than that?" Hermione asked hoping with all her heart that he felt the same way she did.
"It was a 'you're my best friend, but I want to be more than that' kiss."
"Good, because I want to be more too."
Harry kissed her again.
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(A/N) This is the last chapter, I hope you enjoyed it. I'm starting a sequel, telling about what happens after the ball. Draco, Ron, Lavender and others will be in the sequel. Review and give me ideas for it please! Thanks to everyone who reviewed. Please go read my other story, A Hogwarts Mystery. No one is reviewing it, and I'm sad. The Second Yule Ball started out as just a side project as I wrote my real fanfic, A Hogwarts Mystery, and now everyone reads this one, and not the real one.
Harry had been looking for Cho for the last ten minutes. She had disappeared after he had gotten their drinks. His was now gone. 'Were did Cho go? She was just here,' Harry though. He was wandering all around, and ended up where he had started, the refreshment table. Ron was still sitting near it.
"Harry, I thought you were going back to Cho," Ron said.
"I was, but I can't seem to find her. Have you seen her?" Harry replied.
"Yeah, I saw her just a few minutes ago, wandering over there," Ron said, pointing to the opposite corner of the hall.
"Thanks, I'll see you around," Harry said, heading for the corner of the hall. As he approached the other side of the room, full of chairs, he did indeed see Cho. Cho and some other boy. Cho and some other boy, kissing. Harry walked up to them, not knowing what he was going to do.
"How could you?" Harry asked. Cho looked guiltily up at Harry, his eyes stone cold. His face showed how hurt he was.
"Uhhh…Harry…this is Josh…we were just…errr…well, you see…" Cho said, not knowing what to say, or how to say it.
"Save it, I don't care." Harry turned and bolted to the corridor that would bring him to the Gryffindor tower. Tears were streaming down his face. He didn't care who saw him, but no one did, for they were all enjoying themselves at the dance. 'I knew it was too good to be true. How could I have been so dumb? I should have realized that Cho would never really like someone like me. I have to get away. I have to get away from it all.'
Hermione watched Harry run out of the Great Hall. She chased after him, not caring about anyone else at the ball. The only one who mattered. Even though she had convinced herself that she was over him, he was still her best friend, and he looked hurt. She had to help him. She followed him into the Gryffindor common room, and watched him sit down on the floor near the fire. She watched him for a minute, before going over and sitting next to him.
Harry looked up, and noticed Hermione sitting by his side. She looked at him, and gave him a hug. For once, he didn't resist her, and hugged her back. Harry smiled. Even if he didn't have Cho, he had a great friend that cared about him. He stopped crying. Hermione pulled away and looked into his tear stained eyes.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"I just saw Cho kissing someone else. His name was Josh or something. I don't know what happened. All I know is that I shouldn't be crying," said Harry. "'Boys don't cry,'" He continued, quoting his uncle. "But it's not just Cho. It's everything, my whole life. Nothing ever goes right, and I just bottle up all of my emotions. What would everyone think if the 'Great Harry Potter' was crying? I can't ever cry, because that would show weakness, and I can't show weakness, because if I do, I could end up dead. All Voldemort needs is to see a little weakness, and I'm good as gone. But I can't stand it anymore. I wish I wasn't Harry Potter, 'the boy who lived,' I wish I was just some normal teenager. I would give up being a wizard if I could just be a normal person with parents. But I guess I was meant to be alone. Cho just proved it to me."
Hermione was shocked by Harry's speech. "Harry, you'll never be alone. Even if you don't have parents or a girlfriend, you'll always have your friends. You'll always have me."
"Hermione, every time I get close to someone, one of us gets hurt, my parents were killed, so was Cedric, and Cho just broke my heart. I don't want you to get hurt, I care too much about you, so maybe it would be better if we weren't so close."
"Harry, your not going to get rid of me that easily."
"Hermione, you realize that being around me could get you killed don't you?"
"Yes I realize that, do you realize that you're worth being killed over?"
"Surely you don't mean that Hermione," Harry said, shocked that anyone could really care about him that much.
"I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it. I care about you more than anything else. Nothing will ever change that."
"Not even this?" Harry asked, as he kissed her. Harry couldn't figure out what he was doing. Hermione was just a friend, wasn't she?
Harry broke away from the kiss and looked into Hermione's eyes. The kiss had told him everything that he wanted to hear. She wasn't just a friend; she was much more than that. She always had been more, he just hadn't realized it. He only hoped that she felt the same way, because if she didn't, it could be awkward.
"Not even that. But I have to know, what type of kiss did you intend that to be? Was it a friendship kiss, or did it mean more than that?" Hermione asked hoping with all her heart that he felt the same way she did.
"It was a 'you're my best friend, but I want to be more than that' kiss."
"Good, because I want to be more too."
Harry kissed her again.
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(A/N) This is the last chapter, I hope you enjoyed it. I'm starting a sequel, telling about what happens after the ball. Draco, Ron, Lavender and others will be in the sequel. Review and give me ideas for it please! Thanks to everyone who reviewed. Please go read my other story, A Hogwarts Mystery. No one is reviewing it, and I'm sad. The Second Yule Ball started out as just a side project as I wrote my real fanfic, A Hogwarts Mystery, and now everyone reads this one, and not the real one.
