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Chapter 13

Feelings

"Meet me up in you're room in five minutes," Harry whispered softly to Hermione.

He climbed up the stairs quickly, yet quietly not wanting to cause a commotion. Ginny was in the kitchen, and she was the main reason why he was being so quiet. Turning the knob on Hermione's bedroom door, he noticed that Emily was napping on her bed. He hopped that his and Hermione's little chat wouldn't wake her.

Harry first sat on her Hermione's bed, and began patiently waiting for her to arrive. Within a few seconds, though, he became very nervous. That's right; the man who defeated Voldemort couldn't even talk to his best friend. He suddenly got up and paced the floor, using this action as a way to shake off his nerves, not that it helped in anyway. He wasn't completely sure why he was so nervous, or maybe he did.

Harry wasn't sure what he was going to say to Hermione. He didn't know whether or not to tell her the truth or not. How was he supposed to tell the woman he loved that he loved her, yet he was getting married, and he couldn't stop the wedding?

The door to Hermione's room opened, scaring Harry half to death. He quickly looked up and stopped dead in his tracks, knowing that he must have looked like an idiot.

"You can sit down you know," she told him. She knew that he was awfully polite, but she also know that he would sit down if he was alone for longer than five minutes.

Harry walked over to her bed and sat at the corner of it. He was trying his best to relax and calm down, but he wasn't doing very well at succeeding.

"You can come and sit down too," Harry commanded. He was trying to buy his time in order to figure out exactly what he was going to say to her.

Hermione walked over to the bed and sat on it, trying to get comfortable. She wasn't sure why things were suddenly so awkward between the two of them. Deep down, she did know why. She knew it was because they had kissed, which meant that Harry cheated on his fiancé, who he really didn't love.

Without wasting anymore time, Harry scooped up Hermione's hand in his, holding it securely. Using his other hand, he started to rub it, trying to calm her down since he knew he was about ready to tell her something shocking.

"Hermione Jane Granger," Harry started. He wasn't looking directly into her eyes; he was avoiding them, and staring down at her hand which he was still gracefully stroking. "How many years have I known you now? Many, many years. It seems like forever."

He took a deep breath, not exactly sure where he was going with this. "Our friendship has had its ups and downs; first we we're friends, then lovers, now friends again. Its like we've been on one of those muggle roller coasters, and we keep going up and down hills. And, I think we're about ready to start traveling on another one."
He looked over at her, and her facial expression, trying to figure out what she was thinking about. All he could recognize in her face was pure confusion.

"There isn't much that I regret about our relationship over these many years, but there are a couple of things. I regret the fact that out relationship has ended. I regret not chasing after you when you left me. I regret not asking you to marry me, even though we were so young."

Finally, Harry made eye contact with Hermione. He took the hand that was rubbing hers, and placed it gently on her cheek.

"What I'm trying to say is I love you. I guess I never really stopped loving you, and I never will stop. I need you Hermione. I love you."

Harry brushed a tear that was rolling down Hermione's cheek.

"Harry, I love you too."

He moved his hand down to her chin, and brought her face up against his. He brushed his lips against hers, but waited for her to respond. Soon they began kissing, weak at first, but becoming more passionate with every second. This didn't last for long, though, as Hermione pulled away, knowing this wasn't right.

"Harry, I need to tell you something." She said.

She knew that after Harry had just spilled his guts to her, that she needed to tell him the whole truth too.

"You can tell me anything Hermione," Harry told her.

"Well, the truth is Em-,"

The door to Hermione's room opened, making both of them jump. In stormed Ginny, who was in search of her boyfriend.

"Harry, there you are, I've been looking all over for you," she told him.

Hermione looked over at Ginny, and then back at Harry. She immediately released her hand from his. There was no way in hell that she was going to get caught up in between their relationship; she had already dealt enough with that.

"Ginny, will be right down in a second. Can we just have a minute alone?" He commanded.

"I guess," she said disappointedly. She excited the room, and Harry waited to her the stairs creak, making sure she wasn't eavesdropping.

"Is this all going to be a secret?" Hermione asked him, desperately needing to know. "Are you going to break up with Ginny or not?"

"I can't, or at least not yet. Come on, we better get downstairs."

Harry jumped off the bed and ran down stairs not waiting to have questions arise. Hermione sat on the bed, stunned. She literally smacked herself for letting Harry stop her from telling the truth. She needed to tell him the truth, now.

Getting up, she quietly walked over to the door, trying to let her daughter sleep.

"Mommy, where are you going?" Emily asked. She was lying down in her bed, being very quiet.

"I'm just going to go downstairs, you can go back to sleep." Hermione told her.

"I'm not tired," she whined, not wanting to continue with her nap.

"Then let's go downstairs."

Emily kicked off the blankets and swung her legs out of the bed. She sat up and slid down until her feet touched the floor.

They both traveled downstairs. Emily was clutching tightly on her mother's hand. Even though she was safe in the house, she always liked to hold on to her mom's hand, because that way she always felt secure when they were hand in hand.

"I've got a good idea," Harry told Hermione, Ginny and Emily. "Why don't the bride and the bridesmaid go shopping for wedding dresses?"

Hermione looked over at Harry, unsure of what he was talking about. He had just confessed his love for her, and now he was still planning on getting married to another girl. Had this all been a dream?

"Okay Harry," Ginny answered. Hermione once again was surprised, Ginny hated her, yet she still wanted to go shopping with her.

"What about you and Emily?" Hermione asked, not wanting to go shopping with the person she loves fiancé.

"We'll stay here. Spend a little quality time with her. Sound like a good idea?" Harry asked Emily.

"As long as its fun." She answered.

"Of course it will be." Harry then turned back to Hermione. "Go have fun."

Ginny had turned to leave, but Hermione stayed behind to talk to Harry.

"Thanks for watching Emily, you really didn't need to do that. "

Harry looked over at Hermione and smirked. "I need to spend some quality time with my future step-daughter."

"Yeah, whenever you break up with Ginny that can happen."

"Hermione, are you coming?" Ginny called from outside the house.

"I still need to talk to you Harry." Hermione told him.

"Okay, when you get home from shopping."

Harry gave Hermione a kiss on the cheek, and watched her as she walked over to the car.

AN- When I first started this story, I didn't think that Ginny was going to be that main of a character, therefore I never thought of a reason as to why she would be so controlling. I've racked my brain, and I can't find a good reason why Harry won't break up with her. Anyone got any ideas?
School starts next week, so there might not be an update right away, I'm just warning you. Because of that, I'll give you an idea to think about. The next chapter is called Daddy.

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Kelly