Goodbye For Now

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"Harry?"

Harry didn't say anything. Instead, he reached out and pulled Hermione close to him, wrapping her in a tight hug.

Hermione leaned against him, closing her eyes and letting her tears fall.

Harry felt small wet drops on the front of his shirt, so he pulled away slowly and used his thumb to gently brush away the tears from her face.

"Why couldn't you tell us?"he asked softly.

Hermione looked up into his emerald eyes and they kept their eyes on each other for a long time before she answered, "I...I was afraid of what you two would think if you found out."

"Oh Hermione, we've been your best friends for 6 years, you don't really think that we would stop being your friend just because you have....."he trailed off.

There was silence for a while.

Hermione then sighed softly, taking a few steps back and sitting down on the corner of her bed. Harry followed, sitting down next to her.

"Something seems to be on your mind. Wanna tell me?"Harry asked.

"Well, it's just that......the note I wrote to you, the 2nd part of it, I was just wondering if you.......return those feelings,"Hermione said quietly. "Oh, what am I thinking? Of course not, I mean, you're my best friend, and I'm not even pretty or anything, you obviously wouldn't, I'm just being silly, never mind." She stared down at her hands, blushing slightly.

Harry reached over and took her hand in his. Hermione looked up.

"You know, you're right. You're not pretty at all,"he said. Hermione gave him an odd look. He's never this straightforward, she thought confusedly.

"Nope, you're not pretty." He paused. "You're beautiful actually, both inside and out." Hermione felt her cheeks heat up.

"Are you just saying that to make me feel better?"she asked.

Harry sighed. "When it comes to books, you're so clever. But when it comes to real life, you're so naive." He leaned close to her. "Hermione Granger, I think you're the most beautiful person I've ever met."

He straightened up. "Hope that helps,"he said, smiling. Hermione was speechless. She felt like someone had glued her lips together so that she couldn't speak.

But, she didn't need to, because Harry leaned close to her again, and this time, he kissed her gently on her lips. She was startled at first, but then she slowly began kissing him back.

A long while later, they broke apart, out of breath. Suddenly, Hermione began to cry again.

"What's wrong?"Harry asked immediately.

"I-it's just that......I don't k-know how I will b-be able to go on......to l-leave you.......a-and everyone else....."she sobbed. Harry wrapped his arms around her, cradling her head against his chest. Slowly, he began feeling tears form at the corner of his eyes, but he didn't bother wiping them, he just let them fall freely.

"Hermione, you'll be all right,"he said softly. "We still have 6 months together, let's just live each day as it comes."

"Thank you so much Harry. I don't know what I would do without you,"Hermione said quietly.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. "Miss Granger, it's Healer Toffwich, may I come in?"

"Yes, hold on a second,"Hermione called back. She tapped her wand on Harry's head, performing the same spell that Moody had cast on him in their 5th year so that he would blend in with their surroundings.

He ducked behind a curtain, just to be safe. Hermione then walked to the door and opened it.

"Good morning Miss Granger. I didn't see you at breakfast so I was just wondering where you were,"Healer Toffwich said pleasantly. "Would you like me to bring you some breakfast?"

"Oh, no thank you Healer Toffwich. I'm not really hungry,"Hermione replied, forcing a smile.

"All right then, I'll be in the Con Savunue ward if you need me." Hermione nodded, then closed the door slowly.

Harry stepped out from behind the curtain.

"Harry, don't you have classes?"Hermione asked curiously.

"Yes, but I'm not going,"Harry replied simply.

Hermione's eyes widened. "Harry, you have to go! You have NEWTs next year!"

"Hermione, don't worry. I'd really rather be here-"Harry began, but Hermione interrupted him.

"No, you're leaving right now. Your studies are much more important than...being here,"she was being so serious that Harry had to laugh.

"What's so funny?"Hermione asked suspiciously.

"Nothing, it's just that you're so cute when you're angry,"Harry said, smiling. Hermione rolled her eyes, but smiled back at him.

"Well, if you really want me to go, I'll go,"he said, taking his broom and cloak out of his pocket.

Hermione nodded. "I'll be fine. You go on."

Harry walked over to the window and pulled out his wand. He turned his broom and cloak back to their original size, before mounting his broom.

"Wait Harry,"Hermione said. She walked over to him. "Were you going to leave without kissing me goodbye?"

Harry smiled, then leaned down and kissed her again. It lasted for a few minutes before Hermione pulled back slowly.

"Um, can I tell Ron about, you know?"Harry asked as he stepped up to the window.

Hermione hesitated for a moment, but then said, "Yes, he should know about everything. It wouldn't be right to keep it from him."

"All right, I just have to hope that he won't injure me or anything once I tell him,"Harry said jokingly, and Hermione smiled slightly.

Then, Harry kicked off into the air and pulled his cloak over him. He saw Hermione waving goodbye, but he didn't wave back, since she couldn't see him anyway. I love you, Hermione. I wish I could tell you, but I'm afraid of how you'll react, he thought sadly as he flew back to Hogwarts.

Hermione dropped her hand down to her side. Oh Harry, how can I tell you how much I love you? I mean, we're only 17, but I'm positive that I truly love you. I'm just afraid of how you'll react if I tell you. She shook her head and turned away from the window.

Harry continued visiting her on the weekends, but they never talked about the thing that they were longing to talk about. Both were too afraid of the other's reaction if they found out.

A/N: Ok, I'm sorry if this was kinda short because it was just mostly talking, but I promise that you'll like the next chapter! I think there will only be about 2-4 more chapters left before the end. Please review!