Chapter 3          

Here I am once again sitting in the common room staring at my best friend daydreaming about what my pitiful life would have been like if I had just told her how I really felt. The opportunity was right there and I just let it slip right through my hands. I was scared and depressed that's all, and I mean can anyone really blame me. My godfather had just died and I found out that if I didn't kill Voldermort then he would kill me. And to top all that off I was falling for one of my best friends, I had to tell Hermione that I loved her, but it was all too much, I couldn't do it. There were just so many questions going on in my head, like:

What if she doesn't feel the same way?

What if it doesn't work out?

What if it ruins our friendship?

And then there was the one question that kept coming up over and over again

What if he uses her as a target to get to me?

I just couldn't let that happen. I loved her too much.

I had decided over the summer before sixth year that there was no point in torturing myself. I knew I couldn't have her and I knew I had to learn to live with that fact. I knew exactly what I had to do but that didn't mean I necessarily wanted to. Then I received an owl from Ron asking to meet up with me at the leaky cauldron, I thought that it would be the perfect opportunity to tell Ron that everything I had said about being in love with Hermione wasn't really true and that it was just a silly crush. I didn't like the idea of lying to my best friend but I knew I had to do it. However, I never got the chance to say anything; before I could open my mouth he dropped the bomb. He could have told me anything, like Ginny had suddenly taken up with Malfoy and I might have been OK, but I sure as hell didn't think that he was going to tell me that he and Hermione were now a couple. At first all I wanted to do was hex that blimey git but then I remembered what I was planning on doing before he "broke the news."

It really didn't seem that bad, honestly. I thought it was going to be hell on earth watching them day in and day out, holding hands, kissing, doing the things that couples do really but, to my great relief Hermione just wasn't that kind of girl. It really was like nothing had changed at all until that one night . . .

Harry: well it's about time I turned in; I don't think I could write another inch. Goodnight Hermione . . . are you coming Ron?

Ron: I'll be up in a few, I just want to finish this up.

Harry: Ok, well goodnight Hermione.

Hermione: Goodnight Harry, sweet dreams

I made it up to the dorm and Neville and Seamus were already snoring, I suddenly realized I left Sirius's ring downstairs

(After Sirius died he left Harry a white gold ring with the black family crest, Harry had taken to holding the ring in his hand for comfort)    

as I made my way down the stairway I heard a moan, I quickly reached for my wand but as I got closer I quickly found out that it would have been better if I had just left the ring there till morning.

There they were, Hermione sprawled out on the couch with Ron on top of her, kissing her and passionately making love to her. I could feel the anger rising as I raised my wand toward him.

Then I shook my head, what was I doing? Hermione was with him and I had to accept that and move on.

That was six months ago to the day and I still had made no real effort to "move on."

Until now that is . . .

Lavender: Hey there Harry, what's on your mind?

Harry: Oh nothing much lav, I guess I was just thinking of how lucky I am to have such a pretty friend as you

Lavender: (giggle) oh Harry you charmer I bet you say that to everyone.

Harry: maybe, but I do believe that this is one of the few times where I've really meant it.

Lavender: Still, it was very sweet

Harry: So lavender did you know that this was a Hogsmead weekend . . .

A/N wow my first cliffhanger, I hope I did it correctly. Please review. Let me know what you think of the story or I might end up totally screwing it up. Once again REVIEW!