Hermione realized what she was doing and desperately tried to release herself from Harry's grasp. She heard Harry give out a low chuckle.
"It's useless, Hermione," Harry said, smiling. He backed away from her a bit, but still kept his firm hold on her waist. "I'm not letting you get away from me this time – not again."
"No, Harry…this is wrong. You should be patching things up with Ginny right now! I shouldn't be getting in the way of your relationship with her," Hermione pleaded with him. Harry only shook his head.
"Hermione, if I wanted to get back with Ginny, would I be here right now?"
Hermione thought about what he said and sighed. She pried his hands from her waist and fumbled in her pockets for her keys. "Okay then, I'll let you come inside for a few minutes." She turned to open the front door.
"I'm glad you came to your senses," Harry grinned. Hermione turned again, anger blazing in her eyes like a warning sign.
"To talk, and to talk only," Hermione waved her finger in Harry's face. Harry shrugged and followed Hermione inside her house. He'd only been in a couple of times before and he missed spending time with Hermione. He knew she missed spending time with him too – all he had to do was convince her and make her believe she missed him more than she knew. Harry watched as Hermione laid her keys down on her coffee table and stepped into her kitchen. Remembering that this was Hermione, his stubborn friend with high morals, he knew this "convincing" would take some time. A lot of time.
"Oh shit!" Harry heard a hiss from the kitchen and wondered what Hermione had done. She didn't swear very often. It amused Harry to hear her swear.
"Hermione? What'd you do?" Harry asked, his smile still on his face, but his eyes worried.
She avoided looking into his eyes. "It was nothing Harry. I just slipped up when I was cutting this damn apple. It's not even a deep cut…"
Harry came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her again. Hermione blushed a violent shade of red. "I bet I could make you feel better," he whispered. She leaned towards him, but then straightened up again.
"No, it was no big deal. I just got distracted…is all," she stammered, avoiding him again. She stepped out from the kitchen, brushing past Harry, and went to a nearby closet where she held all her small necessities. She found her first aid kit and began searching for a small bandage. She knew she could've just healed it with magic, but her wand was in her bedroom and she didn't want to go up there – for fear that Harry would follow her.
"Distracted? What were you thinking about?" Harry asked. He had followed her out of the kitchen.
"Ginny." Harry groaned. Hermione smiled a bit, knowing this would piss Harry off. "You know you have to tell her sometime, Harry…I don't when, but you have to tell her," Hermione looked at Harry with a dead serious look in her eyes. He rolled his eyes and walked over to her.
"I will tell her, uh, soon. But what am I supposed to say Hermione? And why can't you tell her? You were her best friend!"
"Yeah, I was her best friend – and you were her boyfriend! Besides, what will I say? 'Oh, hey Ginny. Did you know that after I told you I kissed your boyfriend and I went back home and snogged him? Hope you'll forgive me!'" Hermione narrowed her eyes at Harry.
"Oh, you thought that was snogging, did you? I can do better, and I'm sure you can too…" Harry closed in on the space between him and Hermione.
"Harry Potter! I can't believe you! You don't even care about how much you hurt Ginny! I'm not speaking to you until you talk to her!" Hermione shouted, now furious.
Harry's grin faded a bit. 'Boy, she looks good when she's mad,' he thought. "Trust me, Hermione, I don't need you to say another thing to me," Harry whispered. It sent shivers throughout Hermione's body. And she felt dirty for it, but she couldn't help wanting to give in.
'Maybe I can't help the want to, but I'll sure as hell be able to resist him!' Hermione thought. Getting her mind out of the gutter, she managed the best glare at Harry that she could. "I said I'm not speaking to you! GO! NOW!"
Harry flinched a bit. Hermione didn't shout at him much and now he knew he was really pushing it. He mumbled something and turned to walk out the door. When Hermione heard a car door slam and the engine start, she sighed and slumped down against the wall. She heard Harry drive away. Hoping he was going to do the right thing, she sighed deeply and began to cry. But while she felt sorry for herself and Ginny, she realized she had liked every single moment of that.
Harry decided to listen to Hermione – only because he knew if she got anymore pissed, he'd end up near dead. As he drove to Ginny's house, he couldn't help thinking about these two women. Sure, he had loved Ginny, but things just didn't feel the same between the two of them. Harry constantly had recurring dreams of the good old days back at Hogwarts with him, Hermione, and…
'Ron. Oh god, how am I going to tell him about this?' Harry thought. 'Well, he doesn't have to know, I guess.' But Harry felt a pang of guilt. He hardly ever kept anything from his best friend. Now he understood why Hermione would want him to tell Ginny about their kiss. She felt guilty. But why did she feel guilty? He was the one who kissed her.
'Yes, but she kissed me back,' Harry thought. What did that mean? Did Hermione want him as much as he wanted her? Was that it? Did he just want Hermione – like she was a little chew toy for him to bite on a bit and abandon? No, he had feelings for her. He'd just kept them bottled inside for too long.
Harry noticed he'd turned into Ginny's street and looked up for the number to her loft. When he found it, he parked his car and stepped outside. Harry walked up the steps to the front door and rang the doorbell a few times. After waiting a couple of minutes, he guessed that nobody was there. The lights weren't on anyway. He wondered where she was.
'Damnit! There's only one other place where she could've gone! I'm a goner for sure!' Harry cursed at himself and took out his wand. Making sure nobody saw him, he Apparated to where Ginny was.
"The Burrow."
Ooh, Harry's gonna get in trouble! Ha. Please review, I'd like to know how I'm doing.
