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Does She Love Me?
Chapter Four
Harry took a deep breath and said nervously "Hermione, I need to talk to talk to you."
"Yes?" Hermione said, looking at him curiously.
"Hermione, I love you." Harry said, feeling very embarrassed,
"You do?" Hermione said, flushing with pleasure.
"Yeah." Harry said, looking down at his sneakers.
"I love you, too. I have loved you since our fourth year, but I didn't think you liked me." Hermione replied.
Harry looked up, filled with hope. He leaned forward and gave her a small kiss. He kissed her again, deeper this time. Hermione opened her mouth, and Harry brought his tongue in. He got deeper, and then Hermione broke away.
"Not here, Ron will be coming soon.
When Ron came back, everyone got ready to go to the park. As they walked around the beautiful flowers and trees, Harry and Hermione held hands and often smiled at each other. Ron glanced suspiciously at them, and said "You guys aren't together, are you?"
"As a matter of fact, we are." Harry replied.
"Why is it that I'm never told anything?" Ron asked grumpily. Ron's bad mood immediately disappeared when they reached the Mexican restraunt. A waiter named Andres rushed them over to a booth and took his order. Harry and Ron ordered two beef tacos and a coke (Ron didn't know any of the foods, so he decided to copy Harry) while Hermione ordered a burrito and a sprite. When the food arrived, Ron said "I love retants."
"Restraunts. Honestly, you do need to take a muggle class if you want to survive in the real world." Hermione snapped. Ron, ignoring her as usual, began chowing down. Harry and Hermione began to eat, too. After Hermione paid the bill, the three of them started back to Hermione's house to pack. Mrs. Weasley was would pick Harry, Ron, and Hermione up tomorrow morning to take them to her house for Fleur and Bill's wedding. When they arrived at Hermione's house, it was time for dinner. Tonight's dinner was shepherds pie and rice, Hermione's favorite dinner. Harry sat next to Ron, and carefully avoided looking at Hermione, because they didn't want the Grangers suspecting anything.
"Why don't you guys start packing your things?" Mrs. Granger suggested while they ate their dessert of strawberries and cream (The Grangers were dentists). Harry, Ron, and Hermione helped clean off the table, and then went to pack. When they finished, it was 8:00, so they went to bed.
A/N-This wasn't my best chapter, but I didn't want to have it too short. I only have one or two more chapters left. I'm starting to plan the sequel, so I'll start writing that soon. Suggestions are welcome, and beta readers are, too.