Finally! Or… Not
Harry walked downstairs to the common room. Everyone had left for breakfast. He was the only one not downstairs, or so he thought. He was surprised to find Hermione curled up on the sofa reading a book. She looked up at him and smiled.
"Hey Harry," she greeted him.
Harry felt uneasy. "Hi." He took a seat on the far end of the sofa.
"Sleep well?"
"Mm-hmm."
"Thanks for a wonderful day yesterday. One of the best days of my life."
Yeah right, Harry thought as he forced a smiled. "You're welcome… I guess."
She got back to her book. Harry sighed. He was really running of out time. Had to tell her soon. How about now? Harry looked around.
"Um, Hermione," he asked. It was now or never.
She looked up from her book. "Yes Harry?"
Harry opened his mouth to speak, but everyone burst into the room.
"Crap," Harry muttered.
"Harry?"
Harry sighed. "Never mind."
Hermione felt disappointed. "Okay, Harry."
Harry got up. He gave Hermione a look of longing, but she didn't see. He headed for the stairs.
"She's all that he wants, she's all that he needs, she's everything he just won't believe. Take away his doubt, turn him inside out, and she can see what he's been dying to say," Harry muttered. "But things don't always turn out that way." He sighed.
"Hey, Harry," Hermione called out to him.
Harry turned. "Yeah?"
"I get first dance later." She smiled.
"You bet," Harry grinned.
She got back to her book. Harry let out a silent cheer before running up the stairs. He couldn't wait. And maybe, just maybe, he could finally tell her.