CHAPTER ONE

No one understands these feelings. They are so deep and complicated and... and yet, I sometimes can't find them within myself. Ron, he's Ron for God's sake. He's my best friend and he's gorgeous and smart and funny and quirky and... there I go again. Sometimes I get this vibe of jealousy from him when I show some interest in Harry. Harry I have absolutely no sexual attraction to, it just appears that way sometimes because we are so close. Harry is like my brother. Today Ron came up to me in the corridor after potion-making and said in this very low, sexy voice, "Hello." I said, "Ron-" like I was going to say more... I'm not sure what more exactly but then Harry came up and put his arm around me. Ron kind of half smiled at me, looked at the floor, mumbled "I gotta... go" and walked away. He's always walking away. The past years have been quite an adventure with it's ups and downs, daring escapades, risky endevors and behind it all were these romantic feelings I have kept bundled up for fear of rejection. Lately, though, it's been different. I sometimes feel as though Ron cares for me the way I care for him. Other times I feel as though he hates me. Harry has been my rock through all this. Sometimes I feel like I should tell him how I feel about Ron. --- Harry entered my dormitory room. "Hermione- you wanted to talk to me?" I turned to look at him standing there. Harry- tall, handsome, intelligent, and brave and I felt so proud to be almost the sister he never had. I smiled and got up from the desk from where I was sitting. He took a step forward and I walked over and threw my arms around his neck. After a moment I released him and we both smiled at each other. Mine faded slowly. "I have something terribly hard to say... oh wow. Listen Harry- um, well have a seat first." I motioned to my bed and we both sat down upon it. "The past few years have been, in short, amazing. But, well, Lord I'm so nervous. Ok: behind the scenes it has been unbearably difficult for me because I have all these pent up feelings for a certain someone..." He shifted uncomfortably. "I have too," he replied. "I can completely understand." "And well, Harry, I don't know what to do with these... feelings. What do you suggest?" He moved forward on the bed. His hand rested on my cheek and I blinked. "You are so beautiful, Hermione." "I-" In a breath his lips were pressed against mine, moist and warm and- I let him kiss me. I do not know why. Why did he have to complicate things like this?