OK….I just got the second chapter up but u ppl get impatient so here goes…..I PROMISE I'll make this one longer. It'll be a more interesting story!! OMG and I got asked out!!! Gr8 times l8ly!! OMG I'll shut up so u can start reading!!
Chapter 3
Hermione's heart was breaking because she no longer had to sit on Harry's lap. She wished she still could but she didn't want everyone to know she liked him, besides the fact that he didn't like her that way. Pansy wandered over to the drink table and grabbed an empty Butterbeer bottle. She set it in the middle and spun it. It landed on Harry. "Oh, no!" Pansy said. "I am not going to kiss HIM! That's gross."
"Come on, Pansy," Lavender said. "Or you have to go flash Snape."
"Exactly how long are the kisses in this game?" Pansy asked.
"Same as in truth or dare," Lavender said.
"Oh my God," Pansy said.
She slowly sulked over to Harry and kissed him. Afterwards, they both needed to rinse their mouths. Harry had a disgusting look on his face as he wiped away the lipstick. "That was a total waste of lipstick," Pansy said.
"Oh shut up," Padma said.
Then Harry spun the bottle. Hermione's heart was beating. And it landed on…..her. Hermione Granger. It was all she could do to stop herself from grinning. Harry looked at her indifferently and kissed her. Afterwards, she felt hurt that he couldn't feel anything. She loved it, he didn't feel anything. She didn't think it was fair. "I'll be right back," she said, and walked to the bathroom.
When she walked in, she closed the door, leaned against it, and slid down to the floor. She thought about what just happened. 'He didn't feel anything,' she kept repeating in her head. 'He didn't feel anything.'
She started to cry. Those kisses had meant so much to her. They had meant the world to her. But how could they mean anything if he didn't feel anything. "It's not fair," she kept whispering. "It's just not fair."
Finally, the anger over took her tears and she stood up. She started grabbing things like soap and throwing it around. There were bottles of shampoo, conditioner, hairspray, and other hair products open and spilled on the floor. Razors, shaving cream, and everything were all over. Her arms were swinging around, her face was screwed up in anger. There was a knock at the door. "Hermione," they said. "You okay?"
It was Ron. "Yea," she said, gasping. "I'm fine."
"No you're not," he said, walking in.
He took one step in and looked around. "I can tell," he added.
She looked around, sat down on the counter, and started crying again. Ron sat down next to her. "What's bothering ya, Mione?" he asked.
"Harry. Kisses. Meant. Nothing," she gasped.
"Breathe."
She just nodded. "Now what's wrong?" he asked.
"You know those times when Harry had to kiss me?"
Ron nodded. "He didn't feel anything."
"How could you tell."
"Because….I could just tell. I can't explain it."
"Oh," he said. He didn't understand. Why did it matter so much to her?
"Why does it matter so much?" he asked.
She looked up at him with that look that made him think he just missed the obvious. "I….er….well…." she said.
"You can tell me," he said. "Don't worry."
"I like him," she said. "I have for a while now. And it just hurts that he felt something when I loved it so much. I couldn't stand it."
"That's kind of obvious," he said, looking around the bathroom.
She did a simple spell and the bathroom was spotless. Ron gave her a hug and she felt a little better. "Let's go," he said. "They've been waiting for you. It's your turn."
She smiled, wiped away her tears, and they walked out the door.
It's a little longer!!! More words!!! Plz r&r ppl cuz I luv it when ya do!!
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