After ten minutes, they were still kissing in the empty corridor. Harry's
head was spinning. What am I doing? He asked himself. Is this right? Is it
what I really want? He stopped the kissing and held her face delicately.
She was completely gorgeous. "Is something wrong?" she asked him.
"I can't be doing this," he mumbled, "look, Hermione. I guess I overreacted.I'm happy for you and Draco. I love Fiona and I can't kiss you."
"But you said you loved me?" she looked confused. Harry sighed.
"I just said that, I didn't mean it." He knew he shouldn't have said this. She looked truly crushed. She stood up and smoothed out her dress again.
"Okay, Harry. You're right. I love Draco and I can't do this to him." She was lying through her teeth. She stared at him a moment longer, then spun around and walked away. Her black heels clicked along the cold floors.
He made his way back to the Great Hall, searching for Ron, Fiona and Fleur. He spotted them with drinks in their hands, chatting to Lavender Brown and Seamus Finnigen. When he caught Ron's eye, Ron frowned at him and turned away, whispering something to Fiona. She looked up and saw Harry, and tears began to stream down her face. He hated himself for doing that to her. He ran up to her, picked her up in his arms and kissed her more passionately than ever. "Fi-I'm so.sorr-" She stopped him.
"I know you are," was all she said. He smiled and she wiped the tears forming in his eyes. "It's okay, baby," she crooned in a whisper, "it's alright." He shook his head.
"It's not." He smiled and looked up, and saw Hermione staring at him hurtfully. She had tears in her eyes, and she turned around abruptly and stormed away, clenching her fists. He sighed.
"What's wrong?" Fiona asked.
"Nothing," he muttered, embracing her, "it's nothing."
A little while later, he met up again with Draco. He had a shot of brandy clenched tightly in his hand, and was swinging his arms around wildly. "Did you hurt Hermione?" he screamed. Tons of heads turned, staring at him. "I'M TALKIN' TA YOU, POTTER!" He shouted. Harry was gaping at him. Could he be dangerous? "I SWEAR TO GOD," he slurred, "if you EVER HURT MY BABY AGAIN I WILL KILL YOU." Harry cringed at those words.
"OH YEAH?" Harry shouted back.
"Harry, what's going on now?" Fiona demanded. Harry shook her off.
"Wanna take this outside, Potter?" Malfoy spat liquor on him, getting closer.
"Right here is fine," Harry replied. Before he could do anything else, Malfoy slugged him across the face. His
"I can't be doing this," he mumbled, "look, Hermione. I guess I overreacted.I'm happy for you and Draco. I love Fiona and I can't kiss you."
"But you said you loved me?" she looked confused. Harry sighed.
"I just said that, I didn't mean it." He knew he shouldn't have said this. She looked truly crushed. She stood up and smoothed out her dress again.
"Okay, Harry. You're right. I love Draco and I can't do this to him." She was lying through her teeth. She stared at him a moment longer, then spun around and walked away. Her black heels clicked along the cold floors.
He made his way back to the Great Hall, searching for Ron, Fiona and Fleur. He spotted them with drinks in their hands, chatting to Lavender Brown and Seamus Finnigen. When he caught Ron's eye, Ron frowned at him and turned away, whispering something to Fiona. She looked up and saw Harry, and tears began to stream down her face. He hated himself for doing that to her. He ran up to her, picked her up in his arms and kissed her more passionately than ever. "Fi-I'm so.sorr-" She stopped him.
"I know you are," was all she said. He smiled and she wiped the tears forming in his eyes. "It's okay, baby," she crooned in a whisper, "it's alright." He shook his head.
"It's not." He smiled and looked up, and saw Hermione staring at him hurtfully. She had tears in her eyes, and she turned around abruptly and stormed away, clenching her fists. He sighed.
"What's wrong?" Fiona asked.
"Nothing," he muttered, embracing her, "it's nothing."
A little while later, he met up again with Draco. He had a shot of brandy clenched tightly in his hand, and was swinging his arms around wildly. "Did you hurt Hermione?" he screamed. Tons of heads turned, staring at him. "I'M TALKIN' TA YOU, POTTER!" He shouted. Harry was gaping at him. Could he be dangerous? "I SWEAR TO GOD," he slurred, "if you EVER HURT MY BABY AGAIN I WILL KILL YOU." Harry cringed at those words.
"OH YEAH?" Harry shouted back.
"Harry, what's going on now?" Fiona demanded. Harry shook her off.
"Wanna take this outside, Potter?" Malfoy spat liquor on him, getting closer.
"Right here is fine," Harry replied. Before he could do anything else, Malfoy slugged him across the face. His