"M-Me?" Hermione said after a long and awkward silence. "What do you mean, Harry?" Harry was about to get up and leave, but Hermione grabbed him and pulled him back down. "No Harry. You need to stop running from your emotions. If there's something you want to say, then just say it. Stop hesitating." Harry sat back, further from Hermione then before. "It's awkward Herms. I mean, I've always felt these feelings before it's just……" Hermione wondered about his last sentence. "What do you mean you've always had these feelings, Harry?" Harry got up and leaned against the mantelpiece over the fireplace. "Haven't you seen it, Hermione?! It's been 7 years, and you've never noticed it!" He banged his hand up against the mantelpiece. Hermione had never seen Harry so angry with her. She never knew how much she meant to him. "Sorry. I don't mean to yell. I've just needed you. And I can't have you." Hermione got up and put her hand on his shoulder. "How do you know?" Harry turned around to face Hermione. "What do you mean?" Hermione turned and walked towards the other side of the room to go back up to bed. "Think about, Harry."
The next day went by in a snap. By dinner time, Hermione and Harry still had not discussed the night before. "Man, don't you two ever shut up?" Ron said sarcastically. Hermione smiled, but only to amuse Ron. She had other things on her mind, leaving no time for conversing. 'Harry hasn't even looked at me all morning.' Hermione thought. 'I hope he got my point about what I said last night.' Unfortunately, to Harry, what Hermione had said last night didn't seem logical. Harry had been thinking long and hard about it. 'What did she mean? What am I suppose to be thinking about? Maybe she meant she doesn't like me. I've probably just messed up our friendship.' "God, I'm such an ass!" Opps. The school looked up at Harry. The clinking and clanging of the silverware had stopped and all conversations came to a jolting halt. Harry hadn't meant to say the last part of his sentence aloud. "Harry, mate, are you all right?" Ron asked. Hermione knew exactly what Harry was talking about. And she really didn't want people coming up to her and asking what was wrong with Harry. So, she got up, and left.
'God, what have I done? I've ruined one of my most treasured friendships.' Hermione thought as she walked down the hall. 'Maybe it will be better in the morning, and things will be just like they were before.' Hermione stopped in the hall. "Or will we ever be?" Hermione said to herself. Just as Hermione was about to enter Gryffindor tower, a cold hand grabbed her into an empty classroom. "What the…" were the only words Hermione could escape from her mouth before a pair of cold but soft lips fell upon hers. The kiss was passionate, yet aggressive. Hermione felt like she was dreaming. But she wasn't.
*Muahahaha cliff hanger! Sorry it was so short, but I thought this was a great place to stop, and I posted another chapter right after, so don't waste your time reading this…..GO SEE WHAT HAPPENS!!!!*
