Harry was exhausted. Not only was it unbelievably late; he had just learned mind-blowing information.
Lupin wasn't really missing.
His professor was not a Death Eater.
But, worst of all, Voldemort was likely trying, once again, to destroy Harry.
Well, Harry swore to himself that, for once, he would not 'play the hero.'
***
At breakfast the next morning, Hermione asked the question that Harry had not thought to have been thoroughly ready for.
"Harry, why didn't you come to the library yesterday?" Hermione said, a look of concern on her face.
"Erm-well, by the time I finished eating, it was, er, kind of late. I figured it would be, you know, too...late to meet you there," Harry lied.
Fortunately Hermione believed him.
"Oh, okay. Just wondered...I had wanted to tell you something."
Harry was confused.
"What do you need to tell me?"
"Shh! I can't...not with...HIM around," she replied, motioning at Ron, who was chomping quite loudly on a rather huge bite of omelet, mouth wide open.
"I see...tell me out in the hallway when we're done eating, okay?" Harry said with compassion.
Hermione smiled in approval.
***
"So, uh, what did you want to say?"
Hermione looked as though she was on the verge of tears.
"Oh Harry, Ron asked me out yesterday."
Harry could not see the big deal in this.
"Hermione-that's-great."
"No, you don't understand! I just don't like him like that! I never have...he's obviously seeing something here I'm not!"
Harry was a bit shocked at this. He had always thought that Ron and Hermione were crushing on each other...but it turned out that half of it wasn't there.
"So I'm guessing you turned him down, then?" Harry said, a bit lost in conversation.
"Yes..."
"Well, then what's the problem?" Harry did not see why Hermione was about to cry.
Hermione, her big, chocolatey eyes glistening with tears, buried her face in Harry's shoulder.
Harry, bewildered, hugged Hemione for comfort. "What's wrong?"
"Harry, I'm sorry I'm acting like this...but, the reason I'm acting like this is because...because I love you."
Harry was astonished. Here was one of his best friends, who he had never really thought of taking further, admitting that he loved him. For what seemed like ages, neither said anything or even looked at each other. Finally, Hermione broke the awful silence.
"Harry...I know I devastated you a bit there...but it's really true. Could you at least think about it...please?"
Harry did not know what to say. In a way, he thought it wouldn't be so bad to be going out with Hermione. She sure was nice, and wasn't totally unfortunate looking either. But, on the other hand, she had just been asked out by Ron, and he going out with Hermione would be awkward and a bit hurtful.
Harry finally found his voice.
"Well, sure, I'd love to go out with you...but it's just with Ron...he's my best friend...and I don't want to hurt his feelings. You do know that it's nothing to do with you, right?"
"Harry...please?" Hermione said back, almost pitifully.
"Alright, but can I just see if Ron would be okay with it?"
"Oh, I'm sure he'll be fine, but go ahead, you ask," Hermione said cheerfully, and, probably more to her own surprise than Harry's, leaned over and kissed Harry right on the lips.
a/n: so, how did u like THAT? review, review, review, tell me what you'd like Ron to think, what should happen! i am running out of brain power fast, i could use help! btw if i dont get reviewed in time to write the next installment, ill just write something whether you like it or not! hahaha!
Lupin wasn't really missing.
His professor was not a Death Eater.
But, worst of all, Voldemort was likely trying, once again, to destroy Harry.
Well, Harry swore to himself that, for once, he would not 'play the hero.'
***
At breakfast the next morning, Hermione asked the question that Harry had not thought to have been thoroughly ready for.
"Harry, why didn't you come to the library yesterday?" Hermione said, a look of concern on her face.
"Erm-well, by the time I finished eating, it was, er, kind of late. I figured it would be, you know, too...late to meet you there," Harry lied.
Fortunately Hermione believed him.
"Oh, okay. Just wondered...I had wanted to tell you something."
Harry was confused.
"What do you need to tell me?"
"Shh! I can't...not with...HIM around," she replied, motioning at Ron, who was chomping quite loudly on a rather huge bite of omelet, mouth wide open.
"I see...tell me out in the hallway when we're done eating, okay?" Harry said with compassion.
Hermione smiled in approval.
***
"So, uh, what did you want to say?"
Hermione looked as though she was on the verge of tears.
"Oh Harry, Ron asked me out yesterday."
Harry could not see the big deal in this.
"Hermione-that's-great."
"No, you don't understand! I just don't like him like that! I never have...he's obviously seeing something here I'm not!"
Harry was a bit shocked at this. He had always thought that Ron and Hermione were crushing on each other...but it turned out that half of it wasn't there.
"So I'm guessing you turned him down, then?" Harry said, a bit lost in conversation.
"Yes..."
"Well, then what's the problem?" Harry did not see why Hermione was about to cry.
Hermione, her big, chocolatey eyes glistening with tears, buried her face in Harry's shoulder.
Harry, bewildered, hugged Hemione for comfort. "What's wrong?"
"Harry, I'm sorry I'm acting like this...but, the reason I'm acting like this is because...because I love you."
Harry was astonished. Here was one of his best friends, who he had never really thought of taking further, admitting that he loved him. For what seemed like ages, neither said anything or even looked at each other. Finally, Hermione broke the awful silence.
"Harry...I know I devastated you a bit there...but it's really true. Could you at least think about it...please?"
Harry did not know what to say. In a way, he thought it wouldn't be so bad to be going out with Hermione. She sure was nice, and wasn't totally unfortunate looking either. But, on the other hand, she had just been asked out by Ron, and he going out with Hermione would be awkward and a bit hurtful.
Harry finally found his voice.
"Well, sure, I'd love to go out with you...but it's just with Ron...he's my best friend...and I don't want to hurt his feelings. You do know that it's nothing to do with you, right?"
"Harry...please?" Hermione said back, almost pitifully.
"Alright, but can I just see if Ron would be okay with it?"
"Oh, I'm sure he'll be fine, but go ahead, you ask," Hermione said cheerfully, and, probably more to her own surprise than Harry's, leaned over and kissed Harry right on the lips.
a/n: so, how did u like THAT? review, review, review, tell me what you'd like Ron to think, what should happen! i am running out of brain power fast, i could use help! btw if i dont get reviewed in time to write the next installment, ill just write something whether you like it or not! hahaha!