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Chapter 5: I Love You, Hermione
Harry woke up the next morning, feeling very tired. He suddenly realized that he was at Hogwarts in his dormitory, not in the Weasley home. He wondered what Mrs. Weasley's reaction would be when she saw the Hermione, Ron, and him were gone.
He got up and stretched, put on his jeans and t-shirt, and then put on his Hogwarts robes.
He saw that Ron was already gone, considering Harry's clock said 10:20 am. He was already an hour late for breakfast.
He went down to the common room to see that Hermione was sitting there, reading a book called What to do When Your Best Friend is Being an Idiot. Harry laughed, wondering who would want to read such a book, when Hermione heard him.
"Oh, hello, Harry. Got up a little late, have we?" she said, smiling. Harry thought he would melt on the spot with that smile of hers. Fortunately, Hermione had gone back to reading her book and didn't see when Harry looked at her dreamily.
Her went down the rest of the stairs and plopped right next to her, hoping that she wouldn't move away from him.
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Hermione looked at Harry with the same dreamy look on her face. She loved Harry. Not that animal attraction that some people had, saying their boyfriend was cute or sexy; it was IloveI.
Hermione had loved Harry since her 2nd year at Hogwarts, but she had not realized it until now. Viktor and her were definitely NOT made for each other; it seemed that Hermione just wasn't his type. She desperately hoped that Harry felt the same way about her, that he was crazy about her like she was about him. I mean, he WAS definitely attractive, but it seemed that Hermione was safe when he was there. She wished that she could just say it to him, and not hide all of it. 'What are you talking about, Hermione?' a little voice said in her head. 'Harry's your IfriendI, not your IboyfriendI. Get over him!' Hermione shook her head no, still not looking away from Harry's handsome face. Meanwhile, Harry hadn't realized that she had been looking at him for 10 whole minutes when he said,
"We still need to talk, Hermione."
Hermione hesitated. She hoped against hope that he was going to say what she longed for him to say for three years.
"You mean what we were going to talk about before you got the letter from Professor Lupin?" she asked, not daring to look at his piercing green eyes that could make any girl's heart dissolve.
"Yes," he said, his face turning red.
"What is it?" Hermione said, trying to act casual.
"Hermione, I---" said Harry, trying to string his words together.
"Yes?" she egged on, becoming impatient.
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Harry couldn't say it. What would she think if he did? Would she reject him? Would she turn him down? But he had to try.
"I love you, Hermione," he said, his face going, if possible, redder.
Hermione stared at him.
"You WHAT?" Hermione said, looking like this was the most shocking news ever.
"I love you," Harry replied.
He knew that he had to be tolerant, or Hermione would get angry. He silently waited for her to say something back. Then, as though Harry was going to die of shock, Hermione said to him,
"I love you too, Harry."
**********
Hermione didn't know how she said it. It was like there was this urge that made her say that she loved him back. She DID love him, anyway.
"You---you mean it?" Harry said after a few tense minutes.
"Of course I do, Harry," she told him, smiling.
"Hermione," Harry said in soft tone, "I've loved you since probably the first I saw you. You helped me with the sorcerer's stone, you gave me advice, you were always there for me, you always kept your head up when people made fun of you, and you helped me with homework."
Hermione laughed at this. Indeed she had helped him with homework.
"But the one thing I love about you most," Harry continued, staring in her dark brown eyes, "is that you're Hermione Granger."
Hermione felt a tear in her eyelid, and it fell down her cheek as she beamed at Harry.
"Nobody's ever told me they loved me before," she said, trying to hold down another tear.
"Well then I'm the first," Harry said, and he leaned over her.
The two then embraced in a kiss, a soft kiss with no urge and no pain and no sorrow; everything was vanishing; it was just Hermione and Harry, locked together in their own world.
There was no Order of the Phoenix, no sorceress, no Voldemort, and, luckily, no Ron in their way. But what if Ron found out? ---
It was all the sudden a swirl of colors as everything came back to view. The thing that broke the moment was Ron, who came through the portrait hole.
A/N: OH NO!
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Disclaimer: 2nd chapter, duh
Chapter 5: I Love You, Hermione
Harry woke up the next morning, feeling very tired. He suddenly realized that he was at Hogwarts in his dormitory, not in the Weasley home. He wondered what Mrs. Weasley's reaction would be when she saw the Hermione, Ron, and him were gone.
He got up and stretched, put on his jeans and t-shirt, and then put on his Hogwarts robes.
He saw that Ron was already gone, considering Harry's clock said 10:20 am. He was already an hour late for breakfast.
He went down to the common room to see that Hermione was sitting there, reading a book called What to do When Your Best Friend is Being an Idiot. Harry laughed, wondering who would want to read such a book, when Hermione heard him.
"Oh, hello, Harry. Got up a little late, have we?" she said, smiling. Harry thought he would melt on the spot with that smile of hers. Fortunately, Hermione had gone back to reading her book and didn't see when Harry looked at her dreamily.
Her went down the rest of the stairs and plopped right next to her, hoping that she wouldn't move away from him.
**********
Hermione looked at Harry with the same dreamy look on her face. She loved Harry. Not that animal attraction that some people had, saying their boyfriend was cute or sexy; it was IloveI.
Hermione had loved Harry since her 2nd year at Hogwarts, but she had not realized it until now. Viktor and her were definitely NOT made for each other; it seemed that Hermione just wasn't his type. She desperately hoped that Harry felt the same way about her, that he was crazy about her like she was about him. I mean, he WAS definitely attractive, but it seemed that Hermione was safe when he was there. She wished that she could just say it to him, and not hide all of it. 'What are you talking about, Hermione?' a little voice said in her head. 'Harry's your IfriendI, not your IboyfriendI. Get over him!' Hermione shook her head no, still not looking away from Harry's handsome face. Meanwhile, Harry hadn't realized that she had been looking at him for 10 whole minutes when he said,
"We still need to talk, Hermione."
Hermione hesitated. She hoped against hope that he was going to say what she longed for him to say for three years.
"You mean what we were going to talk about before you got the letter from Professor Lupin?" she asked, not daring to look at his piercing green eyes that could make any girl's heart dissolve.
"Yes," he said, his face turning red.
"What is it?" Hermione said, trying to act casual.
"Hermione, I---" said Harry, trying to string his words together.
"Yes?" she egged on, becoming impatient.
**********
Harry couldn't say it. What would she think if he did? Would she reject him? Would she turn him down? But he had to try.
"I love you, Hermione," he said, his face going, if possible, redder.
Hermione stared at him.
"You WHAT?" Hermione said, looking like this was the most shocking news ever.
"I love you," Harry replied.
He knew that he had to be tolerant, or Hermione would get angry. He silently waited for her to say something back. Then, as though Harry was going to die of shock, Hermione said to him,
"I love you too, Harry."
**********
Hermione didn't know how she said it. It was like there was this urge that made her say that she loved him back. She DID love him, anyway.
"You---you mean it?" Harry said after a few tense minutes.
"Of course I do, Harry," she told him, smiling.
"Hermione," Harry said in soft tone, "I've loved you since probably the first I saw you. You helped me with the sorcerer's stone, you gave me advice, you were always there for me, you always kept your head up when people made fun of you, and you helped me with homework."
Hermione laughed at this. Indeed she had helped him with homework.
"But the one thing I love about you most," Harry continued, staring in her dark brown eyes, "is that you're Hermione Granger."
Hermione felt a tear in her eyelid, and it fell down her cheek as she beamed at Harry.
"Nobody's ever told me they loved me before," she said, trying to hold down another tear.
"Well then I'm the first," Harry said, and he leaned over her.
The two then embraced in a kiss, a soft kiss with no urge and no pain and no sorrow; everything was vanishing; it was just Hermione and Harry, locked together in their own world.
There was no Order of the Phoenix, no sorceress, no Voldemort, and, luckily, no Ron in their way. But what if Ron found out? ---
It was all the sudden a swirl of colors as everything came back to view. The thing that broke the moment was Ron, who came through the portrait hole.
A/N: OH NO!
THANKS TO MY REVIEWERS! I LOVE YOU GUYS!