Chapter 2: The Event
I can't believe he did that in front of everyone.
The surprise birthday we planned for Harry went, at the start, exactly to plan. It was magnificent. Everyone we had invited showed up and they were all having a great time. And he was so pleased, and so incredibly happy about it all. I was so happy to see him so happy.
It's weird to feel happy solely for the reason that someone else is feeling happy.
Anyway, Ron and I were talking to Sirius and Remus when I heard a voice behind me. I turned to see Harry standing there, his face gone pale, his hands shaking. Confused, I felt my face scrunch up as I scrutinized him.
"What's wrong, Harry?" I asked. There was a silence, before he spoke up.
"I... I need to talk to you, Herm," he said finally.
"Hermione! Hermione!" I looked away from him absent-mindedly to the little girl tugging at my dress.
"Hermione!" Minerva Malfoy. She had Ginny's eyes.
"Hi, sweetie," I said, sort of trying to shoo her away. I know it was mean, but I had to talk to Harry. What was wrong with him?
"Is something wrong, Harry?" Ron asked from beside me. Harry glanced at him, fear flashing through his eyes, before he turned back to me again.
"I need to talk to you," he repeated, this time more forcefully.
"Hermione! Come play with me!" I looked from her to Harry, exasperated, before turning back to the little girl again. Sure, I loved her, but jees, didn't her parents give her any sort of attention? Although Draco and Ginny did like a little 'play' themselves...
"In a minute, sweetie, I promise..."
"Now!"
"Herm, I really need to talk to you," Harry said quietly. He looked as if he were about to collapse.
"Yea, I..."
"Hermione!"
"Darling, I'll play with you in a minute..."
"Harry, what's wrong, mate?" Sirius asked, his eyebrows furrowing slightly. He cared for his Godson dearly.
"HERMIONE!!"
"Minerva! I'll be just a second..."
"Herm, do you want me to take her?" Ron asked, and I was about to answer when Harry shouted out from behind us.
"Hermione, I love you!" There was a shocked silence throughout the room before there was a sound of something breaking. Fred had just dropped his glass.
"I-I'm so sorry..." he uttered, and he ran out of the room. I looked around at everyone; from Draco's amused expression, to Angelina's blank form, to Poppy's mad blinking and finally onto Ron's face. I flinched when I saw it. It wasn't angry, but it wasn't sadness either... it was beyond it... his best friend had just confessed to his girlfriend, HIS girlfriend of one and a half years, that he loved her...
"Ron, I've got to go after him," I manage to say. Ron looked at me oddly, and for awhile I didn't know what that look meant. Knowing that I didn't have enough time to stand around and continue staring at everyone, I nod at him before running off after Harry.
While I was running, I realized what that look meant. Harry had said he loved me, and Ron was slowly coming to the conclusion that I loved him back.
And I... I think...
I can't believe he did that in front of everyone.
The surprise birthday we planned for Harry went, at the start, exactly to plan. It was magnificent. Everyone we had invited showed up and they were all having a great time. And he was so pleased, and so incredibly happy about it all. I was so happy to see him so happy.
It's weird to feel happy solely for the reason that someone else is feeling happy.
Anyway, Ron and I were talking to Sirius and Remus when I heard a voice behind me. I turned to see Harry standing there, his face gone pale, his hands shaking. Confused, I felt my face scrunch up as I scrutinized him.
"What's wrong, Harry?" I asked. There was a silence, before he spoke up.
"I... I need to talk to you, Herm," he said finally.
"Hermione! Hermione!" I looked away from him absent-mindedly to the little girl tugging at my dress.
"Hermione!" Minerva Malfoy. She had Ginny's eyes.
"Hi, sweetie," I said, sort of trying to shoo her away. I know it was mean, but I had to talk to Harry. What was wrong with him?
"Is something wrong, Harry?" Ron asked from beside me. Harry glanced at him, fear flashing through his eyes, before he turned back to me again.
"I need to talk to you," he repeated, this time more forcefully.
"Hermione! Come play with me!" I looked from her to Harry, exasperated, before turning back to the little girl again. Sure, I loved her, but jees, didn't her parents give her any sort of attention? Although Draco and Ginny did like a little 'play' themselves...
"In a minute, sweetie, I promise..."
"Now!"
"Herm, I really need to talk to you," Harry said quietly. He looked as if he were about to collapse.
"Yea, I..."
"Hermione!"
"Darling, I'll play with you in a minute..."
"Harry, what's wrong, mate?" Sirius asked, his eyebrows furrowing slightly. He cared for his Godson dearly.
"HERMIONE!!"
"Minerva! I'll be just a second..."
"Herm, do you want me to take her?" Ron asked, and I was about to answer when Harry shouted out from behind us.
"Hermione, I love you!" There was a shocked silence throughout the room before there was a sound of something breaking. Fred had just dropped his glass.
"I-I'm so sorry..." he uttered, and he ran out of the room. I looked around at everyone; from Draco's amused expression, to Angelina's blank form, to Poppy's mad blinking and finally onto Ron's face. I flinched when I saw it. It wasn't angry, but it wasn't sadness either... it was beyond it... his best friend had just confessed to his girlfriend, HIS girlfriend of one and a half years, that he loved her...
"Ron, I've got to go after him," I manage to say. Ron looked at me oddly, and for awhile I didn't know what that look meant. Knowing that I didn't have enough time to stand around and continue staring at everyone, I nod at him before running off after Harry.
While I was running, I realized what that look meant. Harry had said he loved me, and Ron was slowly coming to the conclusion that I loved him back.
And I... I think...
