Yay! Reviews galore! Wow I'm so happy I have so many readers.well, any number of readers are a lot to me. I'm not sure how many chapters I'll have. I know kinda where this story is going, but not exactly how I'm going to end it. I have the next two or three chapters planned out, and an even have an idea what's going on after that. But I really don't have an exact number of chapters I'm going for.

Hey and if I spell Hermione wrong, sorry, darn that long name! ;) Oh yeah this is more of a Harry chapter.. Ok I can blab on and on, but who wants to hear that? Avast! LOL~

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Harry didn't go exactly back to Hogwarts. He had to walk around and think before he stayed all night in the rooms. He finally got to Hagrid's hut and leaned against one of its brick walls.

How could he have been so insane? He wished he hadn't walked away from her. But he was still dumbstuck that Hermione, his best friend, Hermione liked him like that! She was probably crying. If she really did have emotions like that towards him, he thought, than he was horrible. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt her at all. Well my chance is over, he thought, I've either lost a good friend or I she just gets over me. Either way, I lose. The worse part was, was he realized his feelings for her too late.

He didn't want to stay outside much longer, incase Hermione or anyone else saw him. So he wrapped his towel around him and knocked on Hagrid's door. He was always the right person to be around, he just wouldn't tell him of anything that had happened.

"Oh hello there, Harry, come in," Hagrid said motioning him in, his shaggy beard all over the place, "Looks like you've bin in the lake. Have a good time?"

"At first."

Hermione finally got up after Harry was out of sight for a few minutes. She had been trying hard not to cry, but there was a lump in her throat. She'd never felt so low in her life. Everytime she tried something, she got through with it. This was one of the first times she had ever failed at something.

She went down by the lake again where everyone else was having a blast. She stepped in and swam around. The water was getting colder the later it got. She tried to distract herself by thinking how cold the water was instead of how Harry's hand felt on hers. He felt like she had to hate him, but she didn't, and wondered why she even tried a move like that on him. But deep inside, if she had the chance again, she would do it. For now, she didn't want to look at him, his eyes would stab right though hers. The water was fine for now, but the truth was she was only in there, incase she had to hide her tears when she had short impulses to cry.

The sun was setting and mostly everyone was starting to pick up their stuff and leave, so she left with them, trying to be a nobody.

They were on their second cup of tea while Hagrid spoke about this and that. Harry listened in and out, most of the time though, he thought about what would of happened if he stayed and wasn't such a idiot.
He looked outside through Hagrid's window, acting like he was listening. The sky had drastically grown dark and stars were already poking out of the black nothingness. The paths were magically lit and he could see a group of his classmates walking towards the entrance. One of them was Hermione.

She was wet again, but he could barely make her out without his glasses on. He couldn't think about her anymore without his chest swelling up in agony. He kept replaying certain moments in his head. Right before he left, he remembered his heart jolt when her moved in towards his lips, not sure if it was out of excitement or surprise.

"Harry, are yeh alright? You haven't touched your tea," Hagrid asked, snapping Harry out of his personal thoughts.

"Y-yeah, I'm alright, but I got to go. I'll see you sometime later, Hagrid. Goodnight," Harry said and he was out the door in a flash. After he got out thought, he walked slowly with his hands in his pockets, to his room, not wanting to be around anyone anytime soon.

The Common Room was lit up again by the fireplace, and only a few people were sitting down with schoolwork. How come he hadn't realized Hermione liked him before today? That night when she did his essay, Hermoine never does that for anyone...except him. He did notice she was looking at him, but before now, he didn't think it was anything important. It was also the same night his scar hurt and the next morning it was fine. But that didn't have anything to do with it, did it?

He stopped asking himself these questions and climbed up the stairs, to tired to think. He rolled into his bed with his swim clothes still on. Ron was in bed, but obviously wasn't asleep.

"Hey, where were you and Hermione when everyone else was at the lake?? It was awesome and you were there for about, five minutes," Ron said, trying not to wake anyone else up.

"I.had to make something up for Hermione for that one time. I had to help her--in the library," Harry lied.

"Geez, did she bring it up? Because she can ruin everyone's day, some point or another."

"No I did."

"Huh?"

"I brought it up....I sort of messed up her day... a lot," Harry bit his lip hard, not wanting to talk falsely to his best friend.

"Oh...alright then, well it's late. Night," And a few minutes later, Harry could tell he was asleep by the way he was snorting.

Harry wished this day would rewind its self so he could redo his mistakes. He hurt both of his friends, by breaking Hermione's heart and lying to Ron. But he couldn't tell Ron what had happened. Ron knew Harry too well and if he knew, he would figure out soon after that Harry liked her back.

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Hee hee hee! Well I know what's coming and hate to leave you hanging, but it's late and there is the dreaded school that takes me away from here. Hope you come back afterwards to read the next chapters!!!