Ginny was sitting on the edge of the bathtub, looking at Hermione suspiciously while she was putting her make up on, wondering how to properly use various products.

'And where exactly did you get all of this?' Ginny asked, taking one of Hermione's lipsticks.

'My mum.' She answered shortly, trying to maintain her focus. It was a lot harder than she expected it to be.

'You should have got yourself a magical set.' Ginny said watching her efforts. 'I guess it's much easier to use.'

'Maybe I should have indeed.' Hermione took a deep breath.

'Remind me, why are you doing this?'

'I want to look nice at the party.' She tried to sound casually. 'Girls do such a thing, right?'

'Oh, right.' She frowned. 'But you've never seemed to care about it.'

'Well, I do now.' She stated but she knew Ginny too good to expect her to give up her hearing. 'For my boyfriend.' She added blushing slightly. Ginny giggled.

'And since when did you refer to Harry as your boyfriend?'

'Since he became one.' Hermione was aware that Ginny has never truly believed in their act but it didn't matter any longer. She wasn't really fooling Ginny or Ron or whole the castle, McGonagall included. She was fooling herself believing she and Harry could play a couple for two months and not develop any romantic feelings towards each other. She wasn't able to fool herself any longer. She was falling for her best friend and she wanted to do something about it tonight. She just wasn't sure if she would be brave enough to make a proper move.


'Hermione, we can stop now.' Harry said, breaking their passionate kiss and trying to catch his breath. He was sitting on the couch in the Room of Requirement with Hermione on his laps. The party was officially over, the light was dimmed and the decorations looked even more romantic than during the event.

'What?' She mumbled looking at him with sparks in her eyes.

'Everybody left, we don't have to do this any more.' He said when she started kissing his neck gently. 'Hermione...' He tried once more as she didn't answer.

'Stop talking.' She whispered, sliding her hands underneath his shirt and slowly moving her fingers across his abs. He could feel the tension building up in his body.

'Why are you doing this?' He asked using all of his will to gather his thoughts. Sweet scent of her body lotion made it hard for him to keep his hands away. Her skin must be so soft, so nice to touch.

'Because you are my boyfriend.'

'Fake boyfriend.' He noticed but she didn't seem to care. 'Whoa, whoa!' He grabbed her wrists when she started unbuckling his belt. 'Look at me!' He said much softer than he intended. 'Please, tell me what's going on.'

'I don't know.' She admitted, doing her best to keep looking in his eyes. Was she so emotional because it was literally their last moments as a couple? Was she trying to make it memorable? Was she trying to show him something she couldn't bring herself to verbalize?

'Did you took some kind of potion to help yourself fake feelings for me tonight?'

'What? Merlin, no! I wouldn't do such a thing to you or to myself.' Why on Earth did he suggest something like this? Didn't he notice she became quite fond of being physically close to him a while ago?

'Good' He said with relief. 'Are you mad at Ron, then?'

'No, I'm perfectly good with Ron.'

'But he was all available tonight and you didn't even look at him.'

'Harry, he thought we are together. He may be a jealous guy but he wouldn't dare to try to steal his best friend's girlfriend.'

'We both know he didn't believe us from the very beginning. Besides, I told him the truth before the party.' Harry confessed, looking away.

'You told him what exactly?' She asked, holding her breath.

'Everything basically, I told him I came up with this stupid idea because I was tired of your behaviour. I told him it was supposed to be one kiss but we took it all too far because he pushed us to it. I told him you have no feelings for me and if he wanted to step in tonight would be the night. But all of a sudden you don't seem to care. Are you trying to punish him?'

'No, I don't!' She said hotly.

'Because if you do, please stop. Give him a chance, give yourself a chance to figure it out with him. He is interested I can guarantee you this.'

'That's not the point.'

'So what is?' He said putting his hands on her shoulders. 'You can tell me anything, you know that, don't you?'

'I know and I'm grateful for that but this is really complicated.'

'Oh, come on. Is it sex related? Are you afraid that Ron did it with Lavender and you are a virgin? Wait, were you about to shag me tonight to gain some experience?'

'Harry!' She yelled, blushing furiously.

'Oh, it flatters me a lot but you do realize it's a very, very stupid idea, right?' He tried to joke but seeing panic building up in her eyes he quickly realized he failed pretty badly.

'You don't understand anything!'

'And what am I supposed to understand?'

'I just... Being with you' She started but she hesitated for a moment. 'It was very hard at the beginning and it cost me a lot to learn how to handle it but... Right now you and me just feel so good. And don't you dare to tell me it was all fake because it wasn't. I can't believe it was. You were so kind for me, so loving, so caring. I have never felt so important for anybody in my entire life. It wasn't all fake it wasn't all well planned. How could it be?'

'Hermione' There were so many things he wanted to tell her but he promised himself he would be smarter than this. It was Valentine's Day, The Break up day and it was obvious that after two months of playing a couple it could be emotional. 'You got used to me and it was indeed very nice few weeks but you are in love with my best friend and we do all of this to bring you two together.'

'But what if we brought us two together instead? I don't want to break up with you! And I don't want our relationship to be fake any more. I want you, all of you for real.'