Author's Note: Sorry this chapter is so short, but you know how it is.

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After she had told him all about the nightmare, the "almost" rape, and the letter, Harry looked dazed and confused. "My only conclusion is that maybe Draco feels the same way about you. The letter is probably from him. Maybe he wants to sort things out and maybe…well, you know, go out again." "Oh that would be wonderful!" said Hermione, before she could catch herself. Even though she knew her and Harry were best friends, she couldn't help notice the look he gave her each time she goggled over a guy. "Hermione, I have to tell you something too…," he said as he looked into her big, brown eyes. "What is it?" she asked, a little unsure. "Even though you thought I had a… a 'thing' for Ginny…well…I was just trying to keep you confused…I was just trying to hide my real feelings…for you", he said, looking more like a red tomato with every word. "I can't stand it when you talk about other guys the way you do." Hermione stood speechless, not sure what to say. Something dawned on her. Could it be possible that she liked Harry too? How could this be? First Draco, then Ron, and now Harry? Weird things were going on, and Hermione didn't like the looks of it. So she was honest. "Harry, I'm not completely sure if what I feel for you is the truth, or if it's just my mind playing games," she replied. "Well we can find out," he said with a smirk.

He pulled her close to him and wrapped his arms around her waist. Then, she slowly put her arms around his neck and leaned in close. He brushed her lips lightly with his, not wanting to ruin the effect. Her face felt hot and tingly, and a warming sensation swept over her body. He brushed his lips again with hers, and she felt him smile against her skin. "I do like him," she said to herself. After her brain confirmed that thought, it brought out a side of her she'd never seen. They began to kiss more feverishly, having a war with each other. She ran her fingers through his hair, and he began to unbutton her shirt. "No Harry," she breathed, "We can't go that far." "Okay," he said, a little disappointed. "But I had fun." She giggled and buttoned her shirt, then grabbed her bag and headed for the door. "Me too," she said, and she walked out the door smiling to herself.