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Gryffindor Common Room; Sitting around the fire
"Damn Snape," Ron complained loudly.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione had been gathered around the fire doing Potions homework for nearly two hours. The final exams were drawing ever so nearer, and everyone was forbidden to go outdoors, but kept inside to study. There had been much stress on Harry and Ron, but no one, it seemed, had more to do than Hermione. Constantly, she could be spotted sitting around the fire or in the corner somewhere pouring over books, charts, and diagrams. She would snap at anyone who interrupted her, and when she wasn't absorbed in all her books, she would practice wand waves over an over, and mutter to herself. When Harry saw her so stressed out, it broke his heart. So one day, when everyone had gone down to breakfast (Harry had convinced Ron that he had to go back for something and that he'll meet him in the Great Hall), Harry went over to Hermione and sat down on a chair in front of her. She had bags under her eyes and she didn't look so well.
"Er- Hermione?" Harry said cautiously.
Instead of snapping at him not to interrupt her, she burst into tears, and collapsed into Harry's arms.
"Hermione, are you ok?" said Harry, surprised.
Hermione chose not to answer, instead sobbing harder than ever into his sleeve. This wasn't what Harry had expected, so he chose to go for plan B. He tilted her chin upward and kissed her on the lips gently. Hermione's eyes grew large with shock. They finally drew away, and Hermione stared at Harry in pure dismay. There was a moment of silence when neither of them spoke, so Harry decided to make up for it with a small grin.
"H-Harry.what just happened?" she sounded a bit frightened.
"We kissed," Harry said, simple as that.
Hermione admired the way Harry wasn't afraid of anything, even love, and that beautiful smirk made her want to stay in his arms forever. She wanted to confess her love for him. She wanted to show him how much she loved him. However, Hermione was Hermione, and it would take her a while to realize the connection between them. So, she drew away, and with a swift motion she slapped Harry across the face.
"Ah-," he said, as he placed his hand over his face, where a red hand mark had appeared.
Hermione looked at his figure, speechless at what she had just done. He looked mournful, something Hermione would rather die than to see.
Slowly, he turned, and without a backward glance at Hermione, made his way up to the boys dormitory.
Gryffindor Common Room; Sitting around the fire
"Damn Snape," Ron complained loudly.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione had been gathered around the fire doing Potions homework for nearly two hours. The final exams were drawing ever so nearer, and everyone was forbidden to go outdoors, but kept inside to study. There had been much stress on Harry and Ron, but no one, it seemed, had more to do than Hermione. Constantly, she could be spotted sitting around the fire or in the corner somewhere pouring over books, charts, and diagrams. She would snap at anyone who interrupted her, and when she wasn't absorbed in all her books, she would practice wand waves over an over, and mutter to herself. When Harry saw her so stressed out, it broke his heart. So one day, when everyone had gone down to breakfast (Harry had convinced Ron that he had to go back for something and that he'll meet him in the Great Hall), Harry went over to Hermione and sat down on a chair in front of her. She had bags under her eyes and she didn't look so well.
"Er- Hermione?" Harry said cautiously.
Instead of snapping at him not to interrupt her, she burst into tears, and collapsed into Harry's arms.
"Hermione, are you ok?" said Harry, surprised.
Hermione chose not to answer, instead sobbing harder than ever into his sleeve. This wasn't what Harry had expected, so he chose to go for plan B. He tilted her chin upward and kissed her on the lips gently. Hermione's eyes grew large with shock. They finally drew away, and Hermione stared at Harry in pure dismay. There was a moment of silence when neither of them spoke, so Harry decided to make up for it with a small grin.
"H-Harry.what just happened?" she sounded a bit frightened.
"We kissed," Harry said, simple as that.
Hermione admired the way Harry wasn't afraid of anything, even love, and that beautiful smirk made her want to stay in his arms forever. She wanted to confess her love for him. She wanted to show him how much she loved him. However, Hermione was Hermione, and it would take her a while to realize the connection between them. So, she drew away, and with a swift motion she slapped Harry across the face.
"Ah-," he said, as he placed his hand over his face, where a red hand mark had appeared.
Hermione looked at his figure, speechless at what she had just done. He looked mournful, something Hermione would rather die than to see.
Slowly, he turned, and without a backward glance at Hermione, made his way up to the boys dormitory.
