Chapter 4-Possible Regrets and an Invitation A/N

I woke up the morning after Harry's birthday with a smile on my face. At first I couldn't even remember why I was smiling, then in hit me in the face: I almost had sex with him. I gazed dreamily into space for a minute thinking about Harry; it was really too bad it didn't go any further. Oh my God!!! What am I saying? Oh my god!!! I almost had sex with Harry! Oh my go oh my god oh my god, my mind said in a huge ramble. I can't believe I almost had sex! I can't believe I almost had sex with Harry! Okay, I do like him a little. Okay, a lot, but that still doesn't mean I can go have sex with him the fist day I see him during the break. Oooooh what am I going to do? He probably things I'm some slut, waiting to get every guy I can. And he doesn't even no about Viktor! It's such a good think I broke up with him last week, things weren't going to good with us not being able to see each other. But still, the main think is: I almost had sex with Harry. But what can I do about it? I did enjoy it. Scratch that, I really enjoyed it. The way his large hands felt on my body, the way he kissed my neck...I gave a small sigh then angrily threw my thick comforter off my body and sat up in my bed. Stop thinking that! I need to figure out what to do, what to say to him. How I'm going to say what I'm going to say to him. Well, I can't talk to him over the phone because of his aunt and uncle, and well, even if I could I would be way to shy to, I can't floo over to him because neither of us are connected to the network, and I would be too shy to face him anyway. I guess I'm going to have to owl him. Yay, I thought dully. I got out of bed and went to my study and found a quill and parchment. I sat there for a minute lazily stoking my cheek with the tip of my quill, thinking about what to write. I finally decided about how I was going to start and dipped my quill into the ink and began to write. I spent about ten minutes writing it, carefully choosing my words. I was just finishing when I heard my moms voice calling me from downstairs to go and have breakfast. I was about to seal the letter when I noticed the picture I had found in my trunk 2 weeks before. It was just me and Harry, I couldn't believe how young we looked. I quickly put the picture with the letter and put it in an envelope and sent it off. It wasn't a very long letter, but it would have to do. Now I just had to wait for Harry's reply. Butterflies instantly began fluttering around in my stomach at the very thought.

* It was a while later that day when I received Harry's reply. I ran up to my room with it and quickly shut my door behind me, fumbling with the envelope as I tried to open it with my nervously shaking hands. I finally managed to open it and walked over to my bed. The first few lines were about how he was doing, the Dursley's were being civil to him and finally he got onto topic. My eyes quickly ran over the words and sucked them in. Oh my God!!! He likes me! My heart burst into my chest and I couldn't help smiling like a giddy little girl. He really likes me! He can really be the cutest thing sometimes. He said he understood if I didn't want to take things to the next level. Like hell you do! My mind screamed! Watch your tongue! another part of me said. I have to write back. Poor Harry thinks it's all his fault. I walked over to my desk and picked up my quill and instantly began to write. I didn't even care if it made sense I just wrote what first came to my head. And before I was even done I went and asked my mom if he could come and stay for the last two weeks of holidays. Of course, she still thinks we're just good friends. I re-read the letter carefully before I sent it just to make sure he could actually understand me.

Dear Harry, I'm so happy we both feel the same way! I was so worried you were just using me to get some action. I know your not that kind of person, Harry, but hormones can really cause some people to do some pretty stupid things sometimes. It's not your fault for how far we went Harry, I got carried away too, and if I really wanted to I could have stopped it. And once you actually think about it, we didn't even do it! Yes, I know we did do some, well, dirty things, but we didn't actually have sex. Just a bit of teasing each other, if that's the right way to put it. If you'd like, you can come over to my house in about another two weeks and stay until we return to Hogwarts. I've asked my mother already and she said it's fine as long as we are both in different bedrooms. They can also take us to Diagon Alley so we can get our school supplies. And also if your aunt and uncle would like, we can pick you up from there (using a car). Please ask and write back a.s.a.p. With love, Hermione P.S. I really like you to, Harry, but like you said, we have a great friendship. I'm definitely willing to take things a bit further if you are, as long as we go very slowly. And also as long as you promise me that no matter what happens we will always be friends.

That's good enough. I sealed it up and sent it, unable to wipe the huge grin on my face. He actually likes me!