Sorry it took so long to update, I've been very busy lately...stupid school!
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Ch.2: Revealing of Emotions
The next day, Hermione kept to her flat. She didn't feel like going anywhere, or going to see anyone. But, she dreaded the night coming any closer. Her friends were coming over and she knew Harry would be with them. Why...why did I have to go and kiss him. I screwed everything up. I wish John would hurry up and call...
She waited all afternoon, for a call that never came. She was really getting impatient with him, and was about to call him herself, when there was a knock at the door. Hermione sighed and walked over to it. She looked out the peep hole, hoping to God that is wasn't Harry. It was Ginny.
She opened the door. "Hey, Gin. You're here early."
"Hi." said Ginny. "Ok...what was that last night?"
Hermione was surprised at Ginny's outburst, she didn't expect that to be the first thing Ginny asked. Ok, maybe she did...
Hermione sighed, closing the door. She walked over to her couch and dropped down, Ginny following. Hermione looked at Ginny to find her looking expectantly at her.
Ginny noticed Hermione's eyes looked rather sad and she was frowning. "Hermione?"
"I don't know." She said quietly.
Ginny frowned slightly, "What do you mean you don't know?"
"I don't know why I did it. I really don't, Gin."
Ginny only looked at her for a few minutes. Then said, "You love him don't you?"
Hermione was startled by this question. "What? No...I..." She paused for a minute, thinking. "I mean...no...I don't know, Ginny." Tears were slowling falling down her face now and she covered up her face with her hands.
"Hermione," Ginny said soothingly. "It's alright. You need to admit it."
"Ginny, there's nothing to admit. I love John."
"I know you do, Hermione." Ginny said. "But your in love with Harry, aren't you?"
Hermione pulled her hands from her face and looked at Ginny with red-rimmed eyes and a tearstricken face. She shook her head. "No...I can't be. I Love John. This isn't happening, it can't be. Why is this happening now?" More tears fell down her face and she pulled her knees to her chest.
"Because it's meant to be, Hermione." Ginny said simply, like those words solved everything.
Hermione looked at her again. "I do, Ginny. I do love him and I can't help it. But it's so wrong." She began to tremble and Ginny pulled her into a hug.
"It's ok. Everything will be alright." Ginny whispered. "You just have to tell him and-"
"No!" Hermione said, pulling away from Ginny. "I can't tell him. I can't tell anyone and neither can you. No one can find out about this."
"Why?" Ginny asked, confused.
"Because John." Hermione said. "I love him and we're getting married...and..."
"Hermione, you can't marry John, knowing that you love Harry too."
"I have to. I can't just leave him, he would be crushed." Hermione explained.
Ginny sighed. "Hermione, but who do you really love? You have to follow your heart, don't just stay with John because you think you have to."
Hermione sniffled lightly. "I know, but what am I going to say to John?"
"That's up to you." Ginny said lightly.
Hermione looked at her for a few seconds then looked at the clock. "It's nearly six, they'll be here soon. I better get ready." Without another word, Hermione headed upstairs to her room. Ginny sighed again and then disapparated.
Hermione came down stairs about ten minutes later to the ringing of her doorbell. She noticed Ginny was gone. Before Hermione made it to the door, it opened and Ron, Luna, Ginny and Draco walked in, followed by Harry. Hermione put on the best smile she could muster and greeted them all.
"Well, you would have had to wait about two seconds longer for me to open the door." Hermione said sarcastically to Ron. He only grinned and gave her a hug, followed by Luna.
"Why did you leave?" Hermione asked as she got to Ginny.
"I went to get Ferret!" She replied smiling at Draco. He glared at her and the two girls busted out laughing.
"Well, I see I'm no longer appreciated here. I think I'll leave." He said teasingly to Ginny. But, she took his arm and pulled him into the living room, where they took refuge on Hermione's couch.
Hermione smiled then turned to face Harry. Not wanting to seem rude, she walked up and gave him a hug, which he graciously returned. She almost meleted against him, when she took in his fresh scent of pine and mint. He looked up at her and smiled, "Are you ok?"
"Never better." Hermione lied.
"Good." He said and then led her into the living room, where everyone was seated and chatting away.
The night was filled with mindless talk about work, Quidditch and anything else they could think of to talk about. But, come midnight, Ron and Luna left.
Ginny and Hermione were in the kitchen, cleaning up their dinner plates.
"Me and Draco need to head out." Ginny said.
"No," Hermione whispered. "You can't leave me alone with Harry."
"Hermione, it'll be ok, it's not like he's gonna attack you or anything."
Hermione frowned. "I know, but what if he brings up last night?"
"Good." Ginny said. "You need to talk things over anyway." She then smiled and walked into the living room, followed by a agitated Hermione.
"Are you ready, Draco?" Ginny said.
"If you are." He said, getting up from his conversation with Harry, smiling at his girlfriend.
"Alright, then. I guess we'll see you two tomorrow." Ginny said to Harry and Hermione, giving them hugs in turn.
"Bye." Hermioine said as they left her house. She then went back into the kitchen and began to finish cleaning up the dinner dishes.
Harry came in soon after and began to help. Hermione looked up surprised and he was looking at her. She turned her attention back to the glass she was washing and tried to keep from looking at him. After a few minutes of silence, she finally spoke.
"Harry, you don't have to help. You can leave if you want."
"It's fine." He said. "You shouldn't have to do it by yourself. And besides, we need to talk."
Hermione stopped and looked up at him. "There's nothing to talk about, I told you that last night."
"There's obviously something going on, Hermione and I deserve to know." Harry said exasperateldy.
"No Harry, there's not. Now will you please leave." Hermione said. She then turned on her heal and headed upstairs to her room.
Up in her room a few minutes later, Hermione got a weird feeling she was being watched. She didn't have to look to know he was there.
"Harry, why are you still here?"
He didn't answer. Sighing, she turned to face him. leaning in the doorframe, he was watching Hermione closely, his green eyes searching her face.
"Well?" she said.
Again, he didn't asnwer. Now he walked closer to her, stopping with merely a foot left between them. He continued to search her face, capturing her gaze. Then he reached up and stroker her cheek with his knuckles.
"Harry..." Hermione whispered. But, he placed a finger to her lips.
"shh..." he said. He removed his finger and slowly leaned down, looking into her eyes all the while. He pressed his lips to hers lightly. Finally, the both closed their eyes. Harry's hand snuck around to her lower back, while the other cupped her cheek. At first, Hermione didn't respond. She didn't know what to do...Harry was kissing her. Harry Potter...kissing me, Hermione Granger. This is wrong...but it feels so right. Finally able to relax, she began to kiss back, but didn't dare put her hands on him. When he pulled away, he looked into her eyes again. He studied her face, trying to find a reaction.
"Why'd you do that?" Hermione asked quietly.
Harry studied her face a moment longer before answering. "Beacause I wanted to."
Hermione felt like slapping him, but then she felt like throwing her arms around him and kissing him senseless. She preferred the latter. Confused by her own actions, Hermione stood on her tiptoes and kissed Harry. She wrapped her arms around his neck and his arms wrapped around her waist. Harry slid his tongue over her lips and Hermione parted them immediatley. He dipped his tongue into her mouth and found hers, then began to explore. She tasted sweet, he couldn't get enough of her. When lack of oxygen pulled them apart, he looked at her again.
"Hermione..." He whispered.
"No, Harry." Hermione whispered back. "Don't say anything." She then kissed him again and started pulling him towards her bed.
Hermione lowered herself back onto the bed, pulling Harry with her, not breaking contact with his lips.