Ok, this is chapter 5, the answers to allll your questions..or will it keep you hanging even longer..??

Ok that sounded Sci Fi-ish!! Well I don't know when the next one will be up after that, I have school. BOO! Ok anyways, well my thx to the reviewers, I wrote back in the review section actually, ok well here it is.

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They decided to get out of the sun before they fried, and to go under the shade. There was a shadowy bunch of trees where they sat under. They didn't speak for a while, while they laid the towels out and sat down. At first, no one really talked. Harry wanted to ask her about what she wanted but he just waited.

"So....when it your next Quidditch game?" Hermione blurted out. She couldn't tell him right away, so she just acted casual.

"Oh. Um, well, lately we've been practicing for the next match against Hufflepuff----," Harry continued but he knew that this wasn't all that Hermione wanted to know.

Hermione acted like she listened intensely when really she was trying to think about what to say next. She tried to think straight but the words kept getting mixed up in her mind. She tried to think about exactly what she'd tell him, he had to know. Everytime she wanted to interrupt Harry to confess to him, the thought of him not liking her back kept creeping in her mind.

Harry kept on talking, and then they would go on to another subject, which didn't really mean much. Harry wanted to stop and ask her what she needed to tell him but he couldn't get himself to do it. It would seem so rude. But he wanted to hurry up so he could go back and swim in the lake. He looked over her shoulder occasionally to see what everyone else was doing in the water.

She saw him look over at the lake a couple times and knew that he wanted to go back. She wanted to also, but she knew that she had to tell him now. She went over what she would say to him once in her hand and opened her mouth, when Harry spoke right before her.

"Hermione, can you honestly tell me why you brought me over here?" He asked and put his hand on top of hers sincerely.

Her brain froze and she took a double take down at her hand. Everything she had planned out to say was gone and she couldn't remember one word of it. Now she knew she had to do something, and the first thing she thought of was to run away from him. But her legs were frozen on the spot and she couldn't just leave, she'd look so dumb. She didn't want to prove Ginny right by liking Harry. Oh forget that, Hermione thought, she's not here is she? She wanted to say something but could she really tell him by...telling him? She could barely talk.

Her mind kept trying to reason with her just to tell him it was nothing, but she had to forget about how logical this action would be and let her heart take over. She didn't say anything, but she moved closer to him.

Harry didn't know what to do, so that's what he exactly did. Nothing. What was she doing? Well, maybe she likes you, his conscious told him. No. No. No way, he thought but what else would she be trying to be closer to him?

"Harry, I got to tell you something important, but I don't know how," She said. She was a victim to his eyes and she wanted to remember every little thing about them. The urge to kiss him was tempting and her conscious was daring her to do it: Kiss him...now.

I told you, Harry told himself, but he argued right back. No. There are tons of other reasonable stuff she would like to talk about, right?

He was split in two. One side almost wanted Hermione to tell him that she liked him, and the other hoped she just wanted to borrow one of his homework assignments.

She slowly got closer and was so close to his face her lips could of brushed his face. She just wanted to tell him, but all she could do was say one word.

"Harry?"

She slowly moved towards his mouth, knowing this was exactly what she wanted.

She got to his delicate lips. Finally. But someone leaned back.

Harry couldn't do this. Hermione, for Pete's sake? She was his best friend and he couldn't let her kiss him.

He gently got up and said, "I need to leave." And he left. But as he walked away, his insides throbbed and he felt pain all over for his stupid, cowardly move. Maybe this was what if felt like to like someone in such a close way. He punched himself mentally in the stomach.

She was so close she could feel his breath but now he was headed for the school and so far away. Her throat was choked up, but she wasn't crying. She felt numb and was almost sure he would of stayed and kissed her back at this moment.

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Hmmm, well I hope you like it better this way!!!!