Chapter 19
"Well?" Hermionie said impatiently, her hands on her hips.
"Umm," Harry said again. He couldn't decide. Getting Ron's proof would also answer Harry's question. Does she like him? But making something up would also make him look a lot less jealous than he actually was if she did like Ron. He couldn't decide.
"Harry, come on. Tell me." She was getting irritable. What to do, what to do. Harry thought. Lying would probably get him into trouble, so there was only one way.
"You like Ron don't you?" Harry blurted. That look of irritability on Hermionie's face fled as surprise took over.
"Who told you that?" She asked. She hadn't actually told anyone, how could Harry know?
"No one told me Hermionie." Harry explained, "I saw."
"Wait, wait wait," she said, raising her hands and waving them around, "You saw? How in the world did you see? That doesn't make sense."
"Trust me," He said, and he had a gut feeling this was going to turn out bad, "I saw the way you looked at him."
"Oh my gosh Harry." Hermionie said, rolling her eyes at his stupidity, just like Ron did. "You can't tell anything by the way I look at him."
Now Harry was frustrated. Why didn't anyone believe him? He saw it in her eyes. "Alright, your right," He admitted, "Enough with that argument. I want to know for sure, coming straight from you." Here it comes, "Do you like Ron?" A pause. It had to be the longest pause in history. And he saw the red rise in her cheeks..
She couldn't tell him, of all people. Of all the people in the world, why did it have to be him to ask? She had to give an answer, and soon. "I don't know." She muttered. It wasn't a lie, but it wasn't the truth either. She fought this battle in head ever since he held her that day in the library.
"What do you mean you don't know?!" Harry said.
"I mean I don't know okay?" She wanted to cry right then. This was all way too confusing, "It's not like we're going anywhere." She said, finally looking up at him.
"You were the one who claimed we weren't together," Harry replied, crossing his arms.
"Yes, I know," She felt helpless, "But you were being such a jerk."
"Ah, yes, one of my best qualities," Harry said sarcastically, trying to bring that frown upside down. It worked, a little. "But you should've talked with me before you got that angry. You know you could always talk to me." Great, now the mushiness.
"I know." She sniffed and looked down at her feet. Harry realized, she never answered his question.
"You never answered my question." Harry said gently taking a step toward her. He absolutely hated to see her cry.
" I said I don't know." She sniffed again, still not looking at him.
"That's not the answer I need," He said. How could he expect her to make up her mind on the spot like that? She had to answer, and it had to be yes or no. Yes or no, yes or no, yes or no.
"I-" She said, "Yes alright? Yes, I like Ron, but like you more." She still didn't look at him. He took a step closer to her, closing the gap between them. Should he risk it? Risk losing her, or going for it? He was close enough; there was no one around..
"Hermionie," He lifted her chin, to look into those brown eyes.
Oh how she could get lost in the depths of those green eyes. It was too easy, way to easy for comfort. He lowered his lips to hers and they kissed, full on the lips. She tense slightly in surprise of the contact, but then relaxed, and snaked her arms around his neck in the middle of the kiss. He held her at the waist. When they broke apart Harry looked at Hermionie, and it took her a while to open her eyes, and when they finally did, a smile creased her lips, lips that were puffy and red, obviously well kissed.
"Wow," she breathed, not letting go of him. A similar malicious smile spread across Harry's face as well.
"How about we give this another try?" Harry said.
"This?" "You and me," he explained, "Will you be my girlfriend Hermionie Granger?" An even wider smile crossed her face, Ron obviously not in here mind anymore.
"Oh coarse, Harry Potter." She smiled. This time when he kissed her he lifted her off the ground a few inches. She was slightly shorter than him. This kiss didn't last as long as the last one. Just a quick peck. Smiling the two of them headed for dinner, holding hands. When they reached the entrance Hermionie suddenly stopped, and Harry turned to look at her. She was biting her lip.
"What is it?" He asked.
"Um," She said, "This is seriously going to hurt Ron." Harry never gave Ron a second thought. This was going to hurt him. Ron still liked Hermionie, and if they just wandered up to him and told him they were together..
"This isn't good. How are we going to tell him?" Harry said, wondering.
"I don't know." Hermionie said.
"We'll tell him when we can, when Emma isn't around." Emma? This meant he lost his chance with Emma. But as he thought about it, she could help Ron get over Hermionie, and then things would be perfect. Yea, right. He thought.
"Yea," She agreed, and let go of his hand. Then he nodded and the two of them set into the Great Hall.
"Well?" Hermionie said impatiently, her hands on her hips.
"Umm," Harry said again. He couldn't decide. Getting Ron's proof would also answer Harry's question. Does she like him? But making something up would also make him look a lot less jealous than he actually was if she did like Ron. He couldn't decide.
"Harry, come on. Tell me." She was getting irritable. What to do, what to do. Harry thought. Lying would probably get him into trouble, so there was only one way.
"You like Ron don't you?" Harry blurted. That look of irritability on Hermionie's face fled as surprise took over.
"Who told you that?" She asked. She hadn't actually told anyone, how could Harry know?
"No one told me Hermionie." Harry explained, "I saw."
"Wait, wait wait," she said, raising her hands and waving them around, "You saw? How in the world did you see? That doesn't make sense."
"Trust me," He said, and he had a gut feeling this was going to turn out bad, "I saw the way you looked at him."
"Oh my gosh Harry." Hermionie said, rolling her eyes at his stupidity, just like Ron did. "You can't tell anything by the way I look at him."
Now Harry was frustrated. Why didn't anyone believe him? He saw it in her eyes. "Alright, your right," He admitted, "Enough with that argument. I want to know for sure, coming straight from you." Here it comes, "Do you like Ron?" A pause. It had to be the longest pause in history. And he saw the red rise in her cheeks..
She couldn't tell him, of all people. Of all the people in the world, why did it have to be him to ask? She had to give an answer, and soon. "I don't know." She muttered. It wasn't a lie, but it wasn't the truth either. She fought this battle in head ever since he held her that day in the library.
"What do you mean you don't know?!" Harry said.
"I mean I don't know okay?" She wanted to cry right then. This was all way too confusing, "It's not like we're going anywhere." She said, finally looking up at him.
"You were the one who claimed we weren't together," Harry replied, crossing his arms.
"Yes, I know," She felt helpless, "But you were being such a jerk."
"Ah, yes, one of my best qualities," Harry said sarcastically, trying to bring that frown upside down. It worked, a little. "But you should've talked with me before you got that angry. You know you could always talk to me." Great, now the mushiness.
"I know." She sniffed and looked down at her feet. Harry realized, she never answered his question.
"You never answered my question." Harry said gently taking a step toward her. He absolutely hated to see her cry.
" I said I don't know." She sniffed again, still not looking at him.
"That's not the answer I need," He said. How could he expect her to make up her mind on the spot like that? She had to answer, and it had to be yes or no. Yes or no, yes or no, yes or no.
"I-" She said, "Yes alright? Yes, I like Ron, but like you more." She still didn't look at him. He took a step closer to her, closing the gap between them. Should he risk it? Risk losing her, or going for it? He was close enough; there was no one around..
"Hermionie," He lifted her chin, to look into those brown eyes.
Oh how she could get lost in the depths of those green eyes. It was too easy, way to easy for comfort. He lowered his lips to hers and they kissed, full on the lips. She tense slightly in surprise of the contact, but then relaxed, and snaked her arms around his neck in the middle of the kiss. He held her at the waist. When they broke apart Harry looked at Hermionie, and it took her a while to open her eyes, and when they finally did, a smile creased her lips, lips that were puffy and red, obviously well kissed.
"Wow," she breathed, not letting go of him. A similar malicious smile spread across Harry's face as well.
"How about we give this another try?" Harry said.
"This?" "You and me," he explained, "Will you be my girlfriend Hermionie Granger?" An even wider smile crossed her face, Ron obviously not in here mind anymore.
"Oh coarse, Harry Potter." She smiled. This time when he kissed her he lifted her off the ground a few inches. She was slightly shorter than him. This kiss didn't last as long as the last one. Just a quick peck. Smiling the two of them headed for dinner, holding hands. When they reached the entrance Hermionie suddenly stopped, and Harry turned to look at her. She was biting her lip.
"What is it?" He asked.
"Um," She said, "This is seriously going to hurt Ron." Harry never gave Ron a second thought. This was going to hurt him. Ron still liked Hermionie, and if they just wandered up to him and told him they were together..
"This isn't good. How are we going to tell him?" Harry said, wondering.
"I don't know." Hermionie said.
"We'll tell him when we can, when Emma isn't around." Emma? This meant he lost his chance with Emma. But as he thought about it, she could help Ron get over Hermionie, and then things would be perfect. Yea, right. He thought.
"Yea," She agreed, and let go of his hand. Then he nodded and the two of them set into the Great Hall.