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Chapter 5 – What Do I Want?

I had trouble sleeping last night. All I could do was think about the amazing kisses I shared with Harry. His warmth, his touch. It was all pure bliss! Nothing could beat the chemistry, and the way our lips burned when they are brought together.

Ugghh! I need to stop thinking about it. It's only going to get me more upset. Considering this kiss will most likely never happen again.

This thought brought me back to my new pastime in front of the toilet. One of which has become a habit, and something I've come to rely on to help me feel better.

It's only 5am, so I still have three more hours until class starts. I might as well get dressed and head to the library. I still have to finish; I mean start my essay for Snape. I began to ruffle through my dresser drawers, and chose a pink and white-layered tank top, flared hip-hugger jeans with a pink scarf around the waist. Lastly I found a pair of cute white stiletto heels, which I slipped onto my tiny feet.

My books were still downstairs, so I quietly grabbed them before leaving for the library. I then shut the door to the hall as silently as possible, so none of the Gryffidors would wake.

It took me twice as long to make it to the library this morning, because I tiptoed the whole way there. The huge room seemed empty, until I spotted a boy sitting in the far back.

I slowly inched my way closer to get a better look at the boy. To my surprise it was Ron! He looked horrible.

Suddenly he looked up from the table and spied me staring at him. He seemed startled but squeezed out a small smile.

" Ron, what are you doing here this early?"

" Couldn't sleep. You?"

" Me neither. I figured I'd just finish…okay start the essay for Snape."

" Merlin, I completely forgot about the essay!"

He paused for a second then continued.

" Would you mind if we started it together?" Ron asked reluctantly.

" Of course not, Ron."

" Okay I just didn't know after last night."

" Yea, what the hell was that about?"

" I was just hurt that you and Harry would do that behind my back."

" Ron, we told you last night, we have not been doing that behind your back. It was our first kiss. So I think it's something more than that."

Ron didn't say anything. He just looked down at his feet.

" You can tell me whatever it is." I said, patting him on the back.

He looked up and stared into my eyes. I noticed his were wet.

" What…if…I-I…told you that I have strong feelings for…you?"

I was sooo stunned. I almost tripped on the air. He just looked up at me with such a wounded look upon his face. I gently laid my hand on his cheek. As I did, Ron jerked his face away and again looked down at his Converse sneakers.

" Please, don't do that." Ron whispered softly.

" Why?" I answered sadly.

" Your Harry's girl, it's not right."

" Who said I was his girl?" I asked with a confused look on my face.

" Well aren't you?"

" No!"

" Well…what do you mean?"

" First of all, just because we kissed doesn't make us a couple. Besides, last night Harry said we were meant to be just friends."

A smile started to emerge across Ron's face. He looked up at me, and for some reason I was smiling too.

" Well." Ron said breaking away from our stare. " We had better get started on this bloody assignment."

" Right!" I replied.

I took a seat next to Ron at the table and we began to go over everything related to wormwood.

" There's no way we can write five pages about just that." Ron commented.

" Hmm…I bet at the end of the essay we could add all the potions wormwood is used in. You know, just to fill up space."

" That's a great idea!"

" Thank you, thank you very much." I said while impersonating the old muggle singer Elvis Presley.

Ron again was staring at me in that longing way again. He grabbed my hand from under the table and slipped it into his. I didn't pull away. It just felt so right. This one little gesture, made all my thoughts about Harry fade away. Oh the way he looked into my eyes. He looked so deep down inside me, with such a passion.

I gave him a big smile and a nod, and then we got back to our essay hand in hand.