Forbidden Fruit
Libbeh, a self-proclaimed D/H shipper specialist
Plot: Lust. Love. Hate. Anger. Oh the joys of being a horny teenager.
Chapter Three: Confessions of a Dangerous Kind
Disclaimer: I claim no rights to Harry Potter & company. J. K. Rowling & etc. own the rights to Harry Potter & company.

'Bloody hell,' she thought. She closed the book that she had tried so hard reading, Hogwarts: A History, with frustration. 'Why does that dream keep on occurring almost every night?' She closed her eyes and slowly began reliving the dream that was haunting her nights.

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She was walking down a path in a forest, carefully glancing behind her back every now and then, when she realized that she was being followed. She hastened her pace and ran behind a group of trees. She had closed her eyes for a moment when she felt a cold hand over her mouth. She screamed and opened her eyes. It was him.

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But who was that man? Hermione pounded her hands hard on her desk in frustration. 'Why did he send shivers through out my body as he place his hand over my mouth?' she thought as she walked out of her room and sat down on the comfortable couch by the fireplace in the common room that she shared with Draco. She shuddered unconsciously. It had been days since she had last encountered his unbearable self. She knew he was coming back from Quidditch soon and wanted to continue with avoiding him so she got up from the couch and walked out the portrait door.

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Hermione was walking towards the Great Hall when she heard someone yell out her name. She turned around and saw Harry and immediately blushed. She felt silly that she had blushed, but she knew it was only because she had developed a crush on Harry at the end of their 6th year at Hogwarts. She smiled at him as he ran up towards her.

"Where are you headed?" he asked once he reached her.

"Outside. I wanted to take a walk on the school grounds since the weather has been nice lately."

"Mind if I join you, then?" he looked at her with enthusiasm.

"No, not at all, but where is Ron?"

Harry laughed. "He's busy trying to come up with ideas to impress Lavender Brown. You know what he had come up with before I left? He was thinking about sending her a bouquet of lavenders and an anonymous note, telling her to meet him in the Great Hall at seven tomorrow night. What a goof!"

Hermione laughed at the thought of Ron wooing Lavender. She could imagine Ron holding a bouquet of flowers, smiling awkwardly at giggling Lavender.

"Awww, that is rather sweet and cute," she said.

"I know. He's going to score some major brownie points with Lavender tomorrow night!"

Hermione lightly punched Harry on his arm.

"Oww! What was that for Hermione?" Harry pretended that it had hurt.

"Harry, Ron's not like that. He's just probably thinking of a way to ask Lavender to the Halloween Ball at the end of the month. You know, it's what muggles call an 'ice breaker.' It makes uncomfortable situations, er, less uncomfortable."

"Speaking of the Halloween Ball, who are you planning on going with?"

Hermione blushed, hoping that Harry wouldn't notice. "Um, I don't know. No one's asked me yet."

Harry gasped. "Like, oh my gosh! You don't, like, have a date, Hermione?" He mocked Parvati Patil.

Hermione blushed. "Oh shut up, Harry," she said.

"Like, oh my gosh. Hermione's blushing and like, she told me to shut up! Like, I can't believe she, like, told me to shut up! Oh my god. Wait until the boys hear about this! And like, would you, like, want to go to the Halloween Ball, like, with me?"

Hermione felt herself blushing harder and turned to face Harry who had a goofy smile on his face. She blinked and lightly laughed.

"Very funny Harry," her voice oozing with dry sarcasm.

"What! Hermione, you dolt! I was actually being serious when I asked you to go to the Halloween Ball with me."

"Really?" She asked, trying to hide her excitement.

"Yeah," replied Harry, "Who wouldn't want to go to the Halloween Ball with the most beautiful girl at Hogwarts? Especially since she happens to be my best friend?"

He winked at her.

Hermione smiled and replied, "Well, since I happen to be the most beautiful girl at Hogwarts, I'll gladly accept your proposal, Harry."

She giggled and without realizing it, she leaned in and gave Harry a kiss on the cheek. Harry, who was busy laughing at Hermione's rare sarcasm, was shocked. 'Wow. She gave me a kiss. Even though it's just a kiss on the cheek, it was a kiss nevertheless,' he thought.

He smiled at Hermione and said, "Hermione, you're so sweet. Thanks for being the greatest friend that a guy could ever have. Well, other than Ron."

With that, he leaned in and gave Hermione a kiss on the cheek. Hermione blush deeply and this time, Harry noticed. He tilted his head and gave her a puzzled look. Hermione wanted to kick herself for blushing so hard. 'Oy Hermione! Stop blushing or he'd get suspicious.' She cleared her throat and smiled weakly at him.

"Hermione?"

Her heart began beating faster.

"Yes, Harry?"

"I have a confession to make."

"Harry, confessions are made in at church, not in school." She joked, hoping to change the subject.

"I'm being serious, Hermione. I need to tell you something."

He took her hand and held it. Harry cleared his throat and whispered, "Hermione, I -"