Curled up on her couch, Hermione sat thinking about what was going to happen tonight. Was he still angry with her? Was Harry sorry for not seeing her? Maybe he was coming to tell her to stop owling him? Hermione had been driving herself mad all day since she had gotten Harry's letter. It seemed like a thousand different scenarios had played through her mind. It was giving her a headache.

She heard a soft "pop" outside the door of her flat followed by a knock.

Hermione sighed.

Compose yourself Granger. Remember, its just Harry. Yeah right! The last time you two were together, you had a huge fight. Which, I still don't completely know was about.

She heard the knock again. Opening the door, she was greeted by a tall dark haired man with a single red rose in his hand. Harry was dressed in a long sleeved green shirt and jeans. He looked completely gorgeous to Hermione. Of course, she wasn't going to tell him that.

"Can I come in?" he asked flashing her that famous smile and extending the rose to her.

"Oh sorry" She stammered, "Of course you can. Come in. Thank you. Roses are my favorite."

"I know." Harry grinned.

It was so good to see him again. Although it had only been a couple of months, it felt like an eternity to Hermione. Not having Harry in her life was definitely ten times harder than she imagined it would be.

Harry stepped in cautiously. The last time he was here, he had acted like a complete asshole to his best friend. Not only that, but he had been ignoring any attempts on her part to talk about it. He had been so embarrassed by the way he acted, that he was sure that he couldn't face her again. It took his other best friend Ron to make him see that he was doing more harm by not talking to her at all. He hoped the rose he brought gave her the signal that he didn't want to fight tonight.

Harry noticed the way Hermione was dressed. She had khaki pants and a navy blue jumper. Her hair was pulled up on top of her head with these little curls hanging down the sides. She was so beautiful! He had missed her so much! He pictured her face every night when he went to bed and lately he had been tortured remembering the look of hurt on her face after their last conversation. Harry so regretted what he did.

"I'm glad you let me see you tonight 'mione. I wasn't sure if you would."

"Well to be honest Harry," Hermione began, "I was surprised that you wanted to see me. I really thought that after the last time we were together, you wanted nothing more to do with me. I mean, you haven't answered any of my letters. I started to think that you didn't want to be friends anymore."

This conversation sounds oddly familiar Harry smirked to himself. It was almost the same thing he had said to her when they were last together. This time however, she actually had the right to be feeling that way. He looked at her and saw just how unhappy and sad she seemed. Damn. He hated making her hurt in any way. This was killing him.

"Hermione, look, I am so sorry for what happened last time. I said some really awful and hurtful things and acted like a jerk. There really is no justification for the way I acted and well, I was trying to avoid having to actually look you in the face when I know that I was such an ass."

"So what made you change your mind?"

"Huh?"

"We are talking face to face now. So what made you change your mind? Why see me now?"

Should I actually tell her? Harry thought. Come on Potter, be a man. This is the whole reason why you're here. It's now or never!

"Can we sit down 'mione?" Harry asked.

Hermione noticed how nervous Harry seemed.

This can't be good. She thought. Oh well, whatever he says, remember not to cry. He can't see you cry.

"Please let me say this without interrupting me. Once I start, I don't know if I'll be able to continue if I stop."

Harry looked Hermione in the face and could see the utter confusion and fear in her eyes. He prayed that once he was done, she would be looking at him a little differently.

A/N: thanks for the reviews and encouragement.