Chapter 5
Harry sat in the common room attempting to do his History of Magic report that night. The common room was completely empty; it was very late and everyone else had gone to bed (aside from Hermione, who was in the library again).
He had talked with Hermione several times throughout the day; mostly about himself and Cho. A couple of times that day, Hermione had told Harry that she'd needed to talk to him, which was why Harry was sitting in the Gryffindor common room at 1:00 AM waiting for her.
Harry was a little worried about Hermione. He wished he knew why she was so upset lately; she was one of his best friends and he wanted her to be happy.
Hermione really was a better friend than he had realized; she was always there for him. When everyone thought he was the Heir of Slytherin, when everyone thought he had entered the Triwizard Tournament, when he was fighting with Ron, when he needed to learn the Summoning Charm; Hermione had been there. Hermione was always on Harry's side.
'Yeah,' Harry thought, 'I'm lucky to have a friend as good as Hermione. Then a very strange thought popped into Harry's head: 'I wonder if we could ever be more than friends?'
Harry shook his head. What was he thinking? He and Hermione were just friends, they would never be more. Although, Harry was beginning to think that he wouldn't mind being more. Harry tried to block these thoughts from his head. Why was he thinking about Hermione like this all of a sudden? He was tired, that was it, his brain wasn't working right because he was so exhausted. That had to be it. But for some reason, Harry just didn't feel right. 'Maybe there could be something between me and Hermione. It wouldn't be too weird, would it?'
As Harry sat trying to sort out his thoughts, Hermione entered the room.
"Oh, you're still awake?" she said, slightly surprised.
"Yeah, I had to finish my History of Magic report."
Hermione smiled and slowly shook her head. "Perhaps you should have started a bit earlier," she said playfully.
"I also wanted to wait for you to come back; earlier today you said you had something important you wanted to tell me."
Hermione took a deep breath. 'This is it,' she told herself, 'just hurry up and get it out.' "Harry," she began, "I just wanted to tell that you I--"
Hermione was interrupted by someone saying, "I thought I heard voices down here."
Harry and Hermione turned around to find Ron standing at the bottom of the stairs.
"What are you two doing down here?" Ron asked.
"I was finishing my History project," Harry said.
"I just got back from the library," Hermione explained, "I was researching something for Professor Vector."
Ron nodded.
The three of them headed toward the stairs.
"Meet me in the defense Against the Dark Arts room after dinner tomorrow night. We can talk then," Hermione whispered to Harry.
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The next day, Harry found that his feelings for Hermione hadn't subsided. On the contrary, Harry felt even more attracted to Hermione. He made up his mind to tell her how he felt after she said what she had to say when they met in the Defense Against the Dark Arts room.
He was so nervous about what Hermione's reaction would be that he couldn't pay any attention whatsoever to his classes.
Finally dinner had ended and it was time for he and Hermione to go to the Defense Against the Dark Arts room. They walked down the corridor together in silence. Hermione took out her wand and whispered, "Alohomora," when they reached the locked classroom. They quietly slipped inside and shut the door behind them. Hermione turned on the lights.
"So, what is it that you wanted to tell me?" Harry asked.
Hermione stared at the ground, trying to summon up her courage. What if he didn'tfeel the same way as she did? It would ruin their entire friendship. 'Maybe I should just keep my feelings hidden,' she thought, 'I don't think it's worth risking our friendship.'
"Hermione?" Harry said, "are you okay? What was it you wanted to talk about?"
"Nothing," Hermione whispered, angry with herself for not being brave enough to say what she wanted to say.
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Okay, this chapter was a little longer than I had expected, but it was still really short, and I apologize. I also apologize for leaving it off like this. Anyway, I hope it was okay, and as always, please review!!!!!!
Harry sat in the common room attempting to do his History of Magic report that night. The common room was completely empty; it was very late and everyone else had gone to bed (aside from Hermione, who was in the library again).
He had talked with Hermione several times throughout the day; mostly about himself and Cho. A couple of times that day, Hermione had told Harry that she'd needed to talk to him, which was why Harry was sitting in the Gryffindor common room at 1:00 AM waiting for her.
Harry was a little worried about Hermione. He wished he knew why she was so upset lately; she was one of his best friends and he wanted her to be happy.
Hermione really was a better friend than he had realized; she was always there for him. When everyone thought he was the Heir of Slytherin, when everyone thought he had entered the Triwizard Tournament, when he was fighting with Ron, when he needed to learn the Summoning Charm; Hermione had been there. Hermione was always on Harry's side.
'Yeah,' Harry thought, 'I'm lucky to have a friend as good as Hermione. Then a very strange thought popped into Harry's head: 'I wonder if we could ever be more than friends?'
Harry shook his head. What was he thinking? He and Hermione were just friends, they would never be more. Although, Harry was beginning to think that he wouldn't mind being more. Harry tried to block these thoughts from his head. Why was he thinking about Hermione like this all of a sudden? He was tired, that was it, his brain wasn't working right because he was so exhausted. That had to be it. But for some reason, Harry just didn't feel right. 'Maybe there could be something between me and Hermione. It wouldn't be too weird, would it?'
As Harry sat trying to sort out his thoughts, Hermione entered the room.
"Oh, you're still awake?" she said, slightly surprised.
"Yeah, I had to finish my History of Magic report."
Hermione smiled and slowly shook her head. "Perhaps you should have started a bit earlier," she said playfully.
"I also wanted to wait for you to come back; earlier today you said you had something important you wanted to tell me."
Hermione took a deep breath. 'This is it,' she told herself, 'just hurry up and get it out.' "Harry," she began, "I just wanted to tell that you I--"
Hermione was interrupted by someone saying, "I thought I heard voices down here."
Harry and Hermione turned around to find Ron standing at the bottom of the stairs.
"What are you two doing down here?" Ron asked.
"I was finishing my History project," Harry said.
"I just got back from the library," Hermione explained, "I was researching something for Professor Vector."
Ron nodded.
The three of them headed toward the stairs.
"Meet me in the defense Against the Dark Arts room after dinner tomorrow night. We can talk then," Hermione whispered to Harry.
* * *
The next day, Harry found that his feelings for Hermione hadn't subsided. On the contrary, Harry felt even more attracted to Hermione. He made up his mind to tell her how he felt after she said what she had to say when they met in the Defense Against the Dark Arts room.
He was so nervous about what Hermione's reaction would be that he couldn't pay any attention whatsoever to his classes.
Finally dinner had ended and it was time for he and Hermione to go to the Defense Against the Dark Arts room. They walked down the corridor together in silence. Hermione took out her wand and whispered, "Alohomora," when they reached the locked classroom. They quietly slipped inside and shut the door behind them. Hermione turned on the lights.
"So, what is it that you wanted to tell me?" Harry asked.
Hermione stared at the ground, trying to summon up her courage. What if he didn'tfeel the same way as she did? It would ruin their entire friendship. 'Maybe I should just keep my feelings hidden,' she thought, 'I don't think it's worth risking our friendship.'
"Hermione?" Harry said, "are you okay? What was it you wanted to talk about?"
"Nothing," Hermione whispered, angry with herself for not being brave enough to say what she wanted to say.
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Okay, this chapter was a little longer than I had expected, but it was still really short, and I apologize. I also apologize for leaving it off like this. Anyway, I hope it was okay, and as always, please review!!!!!!
