How's it Going to Happen?

Chapter Four: What if Hermione tells Harry II?

I wasn't completely satisfied with the last one (I rushed it a bit) so I'm writing one under different circumstances. I want to keep the last one up in case other people like it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

Hermione and Harry were waiting for Ron. He was in the bathroom throwing up. They were downstairs, mainly because they couldn't hear it there, but Mrs Weasley was also baking and the smell was sensational.

They were sitting in the living room on their own. Ginny had said goodbye to them and left, too upset to watch them leave. None of them had spoken since Ron had rushed into the toilet.

"Harry - I want you to know something."

Harry looked over at Hermione. She was looking at him.

"What?"

"It's important. I don't know if Ron wants me to tell you ... but I don't care. You have to know. Because if you don't you might find out by accident, and neither of us would want that to happen."

Harry was instantly worried. What could she be talking about? Was it something to do with their journey ahead? Would it create a problem?

"Ron - Ron and I - we - we sort of got together last night," Hermione blurted out.

"Meaning ...?" Harry tried to puzzle it out through the morning fog in his brain.

He clicked.

Ron and Hermione were a couple.

How did he feel about that? They would be nicer to each other, but they might kiss around him and make him feel uncomfortable.

"You're together," he repeated.

Hermione nodded.

"We were talking last night and somehow the conversation got round to it and - one thing lead to another ..." she blushed.

"You kissed?"

Hermione nodded again, a small smile on her face.

"Wow," Harry breathed, "I knew it. I just knew this was going to happen!" He grinned at Hermione, "This is great! I'm really happy for you both! It couldn't have happened at a better time! This is going to help us get through all this, I know it is!"

Hermione had gone strangely quiet. She was no longer smiling. Harry's smile faded too, as she opened her mouth and spoke quietly.

"Actually, Harry - we were going to leave it. We agreed it would last until we set off, then if - if we made it back we could continue."

Nobody said anything.

"Why not?" Harry whispered, realising how stupid it sounded.

"Because - well, if we were together, it might affect how we do everything and it would probably be best to leave it."

Harry shook his head.

"I don't care," he said, "I'm not letting you do this to yourselves. What happens if we lose one of you?"

Hermione went quiet.

"I don't know."

"Exactly. You have to tell him. As soon as he gets down here, kiss him."

"Why can't I just tell him?" Hermione thought Harry was acting strangely. Why would he want to watch it?

"Because I want to see the look on his face!"

"Oh, alright then. But then we'll have to explain all this to him." Hermione stood up and walked towards the door.

Right on cue, it opened. Ron came in, looking pale and tired.

"Are - you OK?" Hermione asked uncertainly. Harry nodded frantically.

"Yeah," Ron moaned, "I feel horrible still, but I think I'l be O-"

Hermione's lips were on his and he looked amazed in a hilarious way. Harry couldn't stop himself laughing.

I like this better but still don't think it's as likely. It's getting harder and harder to think of things that will happen, because I think Harry will be there at the time too. They're from his POV after all. R&R!