How's it Going to Happen?
Chapter Three: What if Hermione Tells Harry?

We can probably guarantee that if Hermione tells Harry, she'll make a lot more sense than Ron, anyway!

Disclaimer: It's the same as last time, I don't own Harry Potter.

They'd set off. From The Burrow. Just the three of them.

It reminded Harry of the Quidditch World Cup. They were on their way to Stoatshead Hill, again to get a portkey, but this time they were taking it to Godric's Hollow.

They walked in silence for a while. Passing through a small wood, Ron broke it.

"I - um - I'll catch you up."

"Why? What's the matter?" Harry asked him. He'd been feeling a bit jumpy and worried about everyone constantly. He knew he'd soon get over it, but while it lasted it was rather annoying to everyone else.

"Well, you see, I think - I should really have gone before we came out - I'm so stupid -" Ron muttered to himself as he disappeared into a thick clump of trees and bushes.

Harry and Hermione both smiled. They set off walking again, but more slowly.

"Harry?" Hermione said quietly.

"Mm?"

"Can I tell you something?"

Harry was slightly alarmed. What was she going to say? Was she alright? Was she still coming with him?

"OK..." Harry found a boulder and sat on it. Hermione sat beside him. She paused for a moment, biting her lip.

"What is it? Are you alright?" he fired at her. Hermione sighed angrily.

"Harry, I'm fine!" she hissed, "I ... I should be, anyway."

Harry had no idea what she was talking about. He couldn't see how anyone 'should be' fine when they were on their way to destroy Voldemort. To put it bluntly.

Harry stared at her, unable to think of anything intelligent to say.

"Ron and I kissed last night."

Harry stared at her, unable to think of anything intelligent to say.

Was he supposed to be happy?

Was he happy?

"Well - erm - I suppose - congratulations!" he grinned, "Are you going to see each other again?"

"Well - of course, it's going to be a bit awkward," Hermione admitted, "With all this going on, but - we were kind of embarrassed about it at first, and I kind of ran out of his room - but he followed me and - we talked about it, and he said he'd wanted to ask me out for years, and so - he, um - did!"

Harry patted her on the back, a huge grin on his face.

He decided he was pleased.

Maybe less likely, but I couldn't think of anything else to put, so ... please R&R anyway.