Harry's Point of View
Harry stomped angrily back to his room. He had the worst date ever and wished he had not gone to Hogsmede at all. As he went into his room and slammed the door, he realized that Hermione was probably sleeping. He hoped he had not woken her up, but he had. As he sat down on his bed still fuming about the date, Hermione came through the door from the bathroom. Her pajamas were a pair of red short shorts and a matching tank top. She had a bit of bed-head, but Harry didn't care. To him she was stunningly gorgeous.
"Harry, what's wrong?" Hermione asked.
"The whole date, Cho kept hinting about having sex!" Harry spilled. "And then at the end, she tried to get me to go to Xander's Bar with her! Honestly! She was so annoying! I eventually had to tell her I wasn't interested in sex with her and walked off."
Hermione smiled.
"Why are you smiling?" Harry asked angrily wondering how anybody could find the situation funny.
"It's just that I thought you liked Cho and would've wanted to have sex with her," Hermione said. "I guess not every boy wants a girl with naughty intentions."
"Well, most do," Harry corrected.
"Do you?" Hermione asked.
"I used to, but now I like a girl who's a what-you-see-is-what-you-get kind of girl. It's really nice actually, because she's not the type that you would have to worry about her sleeping with another guy. It's also nice because you can be friends and dating at the same time, so you actually know the person," Harry replied. He had actually made the answer up on the spot by thinking about ways to describe Hermione's personality and what he hoped his relationship with her would be like, without being too specific.
Both Points of View
Hermione thought Harry's answer to her question sounded kind of like a description of herself. Then again, there were many other girls he could've been describing, so Hermione didn't say anything.
"So what do you look for in a guy, Hermione?" Harry asked curious to see what he could do to get her to like him.
Hermione thought about Harry. How do I describe him? she wondered. "They have to be a friend first," Hermione started. "I can't just see someone from a distance and say I like him. I guess I'm kind of like you that way. It also helps if they're good-looking, but it's not always necessary... Actually, come to think of it, it usually is. The other thing is, I have to know that they're loyal to me before I'll make a move. I won't just kiss them and then find out later that they don't like me. If I'm pretty sure and I really like them, than, yes. But if I don't like them until the point where I'm always thinking about them, then no. That's pretty much it," Hermione concluded.
Hearing that, Harry knew what he had to do. He either had to make a move on Hermione first or tell her about his feelings for her. He didn't know which to choose, and the decision was making him embarrassed.
Harry was actually so embarrassed that his cheeks were as red as Hermione's pajamas. Hermione figured Harry was coming down with a fever and asked, "Harry, are you alright?"
Instead of answering Harry leaned over and kissed Hermione on the cheek. Her skin was soft and warm and Harry didn't want to take his lips off her. He kept them there for as long as possible without them being there uncomfortably long. He slowly lifted his lips off her cheek and leaned back to his normal sitting position. Then he looked into Hermione's eyes and saw that they were sparkling with happiness. He then realized what he had just done and turned away.
Neither of them said anything for a moment. Harry was embarrassed that he kissed Hermione, and she was still surprised that Harry liked her.
Hermione brought herself back out of her thoughts when she realized that Harry was embarrassed. She didn't know what to do to make him feel comfortable with the situation, but she knew she had to do something. Harry's face was even redder than before, if that was possible, and he looked like he wanted to die rather than be in the situation. Finally Hermione leaned over to Harry and whispered, "Thanks," in his ear.
Harry turned around and faced Hermione. He was glad that she had finally shown that she liked it. He had been worried for a while that he had misinterpreted the sparkle in her eyes, and that she really didn't appreciate being kissed.
When Hermione saw Harry turn around, she leaned in even farther and lightly kissed him on the lips. That light kiss didn't stay light for long, though. Harry was kissing back and gradually their mouths widened and their tongues started getting involved. Harry's tongue went into Hermione's mouth and made little circles around her tongue. In the kiss was the passion that they had held inside for so long. It had been unleashed, and now there was no stopping it. Every time that they surfaced for air, they just went back into another kiss. It was heaven.
When they finally stopped kissing for more than two seconds, Harry looked over at the clock. It was 1:00 in the morning! Harry decided that they should probably get to sleep and when Hermione went in for another kiss he stopped her.
"What's wrong?" Hermione asked worried that Harry had realized what he was doing and didn't like her after all.
"It's late," Harry explained as he motioned towards the clock. "I think we should sleep."
Hermione looked at the clock. It was late, but she didn't see Harry's rationale behind the decision. She would've loved staying up the whole night making out with Harry. Wouldn't he want to do the same with her? Hermione finally assumed that she had been right when she thought that Harry didn't like her after all.
"Ok," Hermione said with a sigh as she started to head towards the bathroom.
Harry wondered what was wrong. She seemed somehow disappointed. Hopefully it's not in the kiss, he thought. But why would she be? She seemed as active in it as I was. And besides, she wanted to kiss some more when we broke away from the kiss that last time. Wait...that's it! She thinks I'm blowing her off.
With that realization, Harry said, "I want you to know that I'm really into you and I loved kissing you, Hermione."
When Hermione heard that her spirit lifted. He does like me! she thought. "I really like you too, Harry," she said with a smile. Then she continued through the bathroom and into her room.
Harry was overjoyed when he heard Hermione say that she liked him. He couldn't be angry at anyone, even Cho, when he heard that. And with that joyful attitude, he got into bed and fell asleep.
Harry stomped angrily back to his room. He had the worst date ever and wished he had not gone to Hogsmede at all. As he went into his room and slammed the door, he realized that Hermione was probably sleeping. He hoped he had not woken her up, but he had. As he sat down on his bed still fuming about the date, Hermione came through the door from the bathroom. Her pajamas were a pair of red short shorts and a matching tank top. She had a bit of bed-head, but Harry didn't care. To him she was stunningly gorgeous.
"Harry, what's wrong?" Hermione asked.
"The whole date, Cho kept hinting about having sex!" Harry spilled. "And then at the end, she tried to get me to go to Xander's Bar with her! Honestly! She was so annoying! I eventually had to tell her I wasn't interested in sex with her and walked off."
Hermione smiled.
"Why are you smiling?" Harry asked angrily wondering how anybody could find the situation funny.
"It's just that I thought you liked Cho and would've wanted to have sex with her," Hermione said. "I guess not every boy wants a girl with naughty intentions."
"Well, most do," Harry corrected.
"Do you?" Hermione asked.
"I used to, but now I like a girl who's a what-you-see-is-what-you-get kind of girl. It's really nice actually, because she's not the type that you would have to worry about her sleeping with another guy. It's also nice because you can be friends and dating at the same time, so you actually know the person," Harry replied. He had actually made the answer up on the spot by thinking about ways to describe Hermione's personality and what he hoped his relationship with her would be like, without being too specific.
Both Points of View
Hermione thought Harry's answer to her question sounded kind of like a description of herself. Then again, there were many other girls he could've been describing, so Hermione didn't say anything.
"So what do you look for in a guy, Hermione?" Harry asked curious to see what he could do to get her to like him.
Hermione thought about Harry. How do I describe him? she wondered. "They have to be a friend first," Hermione started. "I can't just see someone from a distance and say I like him. I guess I'm kind of like you that way. It also helps if they're good-looking, but it's not always necessary... Actually, come to think of it, it usually is. The other thing is, I have to know that they're loyal to me before I'll make a move. I won't just kiss them and then find out later that they don't like me. If I'm pretty sure and I really like them, than, yes. But if I don't like them until the point where I'm always thinking about them, then no. That's pretty much it," Hermione concluded.
Hearing that, Harry knew what he had to do. He either had to make a move on Hermione first or tell her about his feelings for her. He didn't know which to choose, and the decision was making him embarrassed.
Harry was actually so embarrassed that his cheeks were as red as Hermione's pajamas. Hermione figured Harry was coming down with a fever and asked, "Harry, are you alright?"
Instead of answering Harry leaned over and kissed Hermione on the cheek. Her skin was soft and warm and Harry didn't want to take his lips off her. He kept them there for as long as possible without them being there uncomfortably long. He slowly lifted his lips off her cheek and leaned back to his normal sitting position. Then he looked into Hermione's eyes and saw that they were sparkling with happiness. He then realized what he had just done and turned away.
Neither of them said anything for a moment. Harry was embarrassed that he kissed Hermione, and she was still surprised that Harry liked her.
Hermione brought herself back out of her thoughts when she realized that Harry was embarrassed. She didn't know what to do to make him feel comfortable with the situation, but she knew she had to do something. Harry's face was even redder than before, if that was possible, and he looked like he wanted to die rather than be in the situation. Finally Hermione leaned over to Harry and whispered, "Thanks," in his ear.
Harry turned around and faced Hermione. He was glad that she had finally shown that she liked it. He had been worried for a while that he had misinterpreted the sparkle in her eyes, and that she really didn't appreciate being kissed.
When Hermione saw Harry turn around, she leaned in even farther and lightly kissed him on the lips. That light kiss didn't stay light for long, though. Harry was kissing back and gradually their mouths widened and their tongues started getting involved. Harry's tongue went into Hermione's mouth and made little circles around her tongue. In the kiss was the passion that they had held inside for so long. It had been unleashed, and now there was no stopping it. Every time that they surfaced for air, they just went back into another kiss. It was heaven.
When they finally stopped kissing for more than two seconds, Harry looked over at the clock. It was 1:00 in the morning! Harry decided that they should probably get to sleep and when Hermione went in for another kiss he stopped her.
"What's wrong?" Hermione asked worried that Harry had realized what he was doing and didn't like her after all.
"It's late," Harry explained as he motioned towards the clock. "I think we should sleep."
Hermione looked at the clock. It was late, but she didn't see Harry's rationale behind the decision. She would've loved staying up the whole night making out with Harry. Wouldn't he want to do the same with her? Hermione finally assumed that she had been right when she thought that Harry didn't like her after all.
"Ok," Hermione said with a sigh as she started to head towards the bathroom.
Harry wondered what was wrong. She seemed somehow disappointed. Hopefully it's not in the kiss, he thought. But why would she be? She seemed as active in it as I was. And besides, she wanted to kiss some more when we broke away from the kiss that last time. Wait...that's it! She thinks I'm blowing her off.
With that realization, Harry said, "I want you to know that I'm really into you and I loved kissing you, Hermione."
When Hermione heard that her spirit lifted. He does like me! she thought. "I really like you too, Harry," she said with a smile. Then she continued through the bathroom and into her room.
Harry was overjoyed when he heard Hermione say that she liked him. He couldn't be angry at anyone, even Cho, when he heard that. And with that joyful attitude, he got into bed and fell asleep.