A/N: N here it is! I kno it's been a few days, but, ya know, school started yesterday n it's been very hectic. This is more or less the first time I've been on my computer all week, 'cept Monday of course. So I know I left you all with a real cliffhanger at the end of the last chapter, and I kno you're eager to start reading this one, but, please, I need to say sumthin. In my other story, Once Upon a Wedding Day, I know that it was really pretty cheap, and pretty shallow, and that Ron would most likely freak if that really happened, and that Harry and Hermione would never act that way if that really did happen to Ron, but it was a one-shot fic! I acted on an idea, because I had writers block, and if that hadn't gotten me writing again, this wouldn't be here! So, I know that most people hated it, that it was cheap, shallow, and unrealistic, and I'm sorry, I'll hopefully never have to write another fic like that again. And, if certain people are looking for my old L/J story, I'm not sure that they are, but if they are, I'm sorry to say that I took it off the site. I had writer's block on that one, and I had more or less worn out the subject, so I'm sorry. And now, I've said my peace, so you can read the new chapter, and review! I Love Reviews!!!! So here it is, I hope you like!

See any other chapter for the disclaimer, can't think of any funny one's rite now. :'(

I Can't Forget You Again

By Moonelfgrl

Chapter 4

"Wh-what?" Harry looked utterly lost for words (which was saying something, because after you meet Lord Voldermort more than twice, you sort of build up a resistance against shock, so you usually have a catchy comeback ready, and you almost definitely don't stand there with your mouth hanging open in shock, b/c he could kill you any second, but this was exactly what Harry was doing right now). "I-I didn't, I never, I wasn't, where'd you, how'd you know?" he stuttered.

"I was awake the entire time." Hermione replied calmly.

"What? You wereâ€oh no."

"And I was wondering what you meant by it?"

"By what?" Harry said (For he was desperately hoping that Hermione would suddenly get amnesia).

"The Kiss! What do you think?"

"Oh that, er, well, it was a sort of, um, friendly kiss. Yeah, that's right, it was a friendly goodnight kiss!"

"Oh? I wasn't aware that "friendly goodnight kisses" were given on the lips! But you know, I suppose I might not be up on the latest trends!"

Harry shifted nervously. "Well, yeah, it's all the rage now in Paris. Goodnight kisses on the lips."

"Uh-huh. And did you just see those pigs fly past the window?"

Harry glared at her. "Fine. Be that way."

"Oh, so now I'm "Being That Way", am I? Well, as I recall, it's you that wont answer the question with a truthful answer!" Hermione said, her voice dangerously low.

Harry just glared more, shrugged, and went back to eating.

After a long, tense silence, Hermione cleared her throat. "I'm going to be taking care of some shopping and things today, so I wont be around much."

"Right." Harry mumbled.

Hermione walked into Harry's living room. She had just come back from the airport where she had purchased her ticket home. Harry was sitting on the couch, working with a cardboard Quidditch pitch where he had bewitched the playing pieces to fly around where he commanded, seemingly to work on team strategies.

"Hi."

"Hi." Was Harry's mumbled reply.

"I just came from the airport."

"Oh?" Harry looked up, watching her closely. "What were you doing there?"

"I bought my return ticket."

"For when?" Now Harry was worried, because though he was embarrassed and mad at Hermione for being awake when he'd kissed her, he didn't want her to leave.

"Tomorrow morning."

"What?!" Harry sat bolt upright, very worried now.

"Do you have a problem with that?" Hermione demanded.

"Er," This was a tough question, "no, I don't have a problem with it, why would I?" He said. That was a big fat lie of course, but he couldn't possibly tell her he loved her.

"Oh, ok. Well, then I had better start packing." She looked crestfallen.

"Yeah, I guess you should, see you in a little while."

"Dinner's ready." Harry poked his head into Hermione's room. She was packing the last of her clothes into her suitcase.

"Okay, thanks. Be right out."

"Alright."

They ate dinner in silence, and right after it was over, Hermione said she was going to bed. Harry stayed up pretty late, till around 1 am, watching TV, while working on the Quidditch strategies again. Around 1:30, he tiptoed into Hermione's room, made sure she was asleep, then once again, quietly leaned down and kissed her, whispering in her ear, "I swear, I really do love you, no matter what I say, or whatever happens."

When he left the room, he closed the door quietly in the darkness.

Hermione's eye's flicked open. Once again, she had been awake the whole time, but had done an excellent job of pretending to be. And now she knew the truth. He loved her.

A/N: And I know, I write such short chapters, and I'm sorry, but I like cliffhangers, and unfortunately, they make for very short chapters! But don't worry, I'll probably post another tomorrow, but don't hold your breath, depends on how much homework I have. I hate Seventh Grade!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sorry, I just felt the need to say that. I'm okay now though. Perfectly fine, I swear! Don't get the doctor; I hate doctors! lol. Yeah, well, be patient, please, unless you're in seventh grade or you're already out, you have no idea how tough it is, n it's only the second day! So, bare with me here, please!