Chapter Three: The Revelation
Hermione leaned over Ron, and grabbed a stack of notes.
"Study these, they're from earlier in the year." She said as she straitened up and set the notes on her lap, beginning to looking through them. As she looked down, a piece of hair fell into her face. On a whim, Ron reached up and tucked the stray piece behind Hermione's ear. Hermione stopped moving while Ron let his hand linger by her ear. Hermione slowly started to turn her head, and Ron brought his hand awake quickly.
"So." He mumbled, looking down at his lap. Hermione turned to face Ron a little bit more. Then she put her fingers under Ron's chin, forcing him to look up. When he did, he noticed the smile dancing in her eyes.
"For what?" She mumbled back. Ron bit the inside of his lip. Do I fancy Hermione? He thought to himself. When Ron held her gaze, Hermione started to lean forward. Ron didn't back away, but he didn't lean forward either. Hermione didn't stop until their lips met. Ron responded to the kiss just before the portrait hole opened, and Hermione pulled back. She quickly gathered her stuff, and walked up the girls stairs. Harry - who had been the one coming in the portrait - sat down next to Ron.
"I fancy Hermione." Ron said, answering his own question.
Ginny, Parvati, and Lavender walked into the common room right after Harry had. They saw Hermione retreating up the stairs, and ran after her. Lavender grabbed the door before it closed.
"What's the rush?" She asked; as Herself, Parvati, and Ginny walked into the room. Hermione threw herself onto her bed.
"I kissed him." She said.
"What?!" Ginny, Parvati, and Lavender said at the same time. Hermione sat up.
"I don't know, I mean, he was being sweet. He tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. Then I-I kissed him. It wasn't part of the plan. I had meant to lure him. But, it looked like it didn't take much luring." She said. Parvati laughed.
"Of course it didn't." She said. Hermione looked up at her with confusion written all over her face.
"He's fancied you for years, weather he knew it or not." Lavender clarified with a sigh. Hermione looked toward Ginny as if to ask if they were telling the truth. Ginny nodded.
Harry brought his hand up and hit Ron over the back of the head.
"You are such a prat sometime, you know that." He said, again trying to hold back a laugh. Ron looked at him questioningly. Harry sighed. "You have fancied her since second year, when she got petrified. And if you don't believe me there, you have at least fancied her since she went to the Yule Ball with Krum in fourth year." He said. Ron furrowed his eyebrows.
"I have not." He said defensively. Harry laughed.
"Yes you have. That's why you started that fight. You were jealous." He said. Ron opened his mouth to say something else, when Seamus and Dean sat down on the other side of him.
"He's right, mate." Dean said. Seamus nodded. Ron sighed.
"He's right." He mumbled.
"Harry, can I talk to you for a second?" Ginny asked Harry while he was sitting on the couch the next day. Harry looked up at her. It was Saturday, so Ginny just had on a pair of Blue Jeans and a top that said Paris on it.
"Sure." Harry said with a shrug as he got off the couch. Harry followed Ginny out of the common room and into the hallway off to the side of the Portrait Hole. Harry faced Ginny. "What's up?" He asked in as calm a voice he could muster once he noticed that they were alone in a dark area. Ginny took a step closer to Harry. Screw luring Ginny thought to herself. I might as well go in for the kill
"Harry, I like you." She said quickly. Harry widened his eyes. Did she just say that? What do I want? Well, I want to date her. Harry thought. After a few seconds when Harry didn't respond, Ginny started to walk back toward the common room. Harry shook himself out of the battle in his head and grabbed Ginny's arm.
"I like you too." He said quickly. Ginny smiled and took a step toward him, almost closing the space between them.
"May I ask what you two are doing back her?" They heard a stern voice say from the entry way to the hall. They both turned swiftly, only to be facing Professor McGonaggal, who was fighting to keep a small smile off her face.
"We were just talking." Ginny said as she walked pasted McGonaggal. Harry followed suite.
