So this is a really short scene between Harry & Hermione after the kiss. The next chapter will be longer!
And one more thing, I want to thank everyone for reading and thank you so much for the reviews. You rock. (:
Harry sat in the infirmary tent, his mild burns healing. He had gotten his egg from the dragon, made up with Ron, and now he had one last matter to deal with, a matter with the person who was sitting across from him.
He gazed up at Hermione, who was looking anywhere but Harry. "Hermione," he started, only to be interrupted by the waterfall of words that fell from Hermione's mouth.
"I'm sorry, Harry, but your life was in danger and me screaming at you to wake up-"
"Hermione,"
"-seemed like horrible last words so I came by to say good luck-"
"Hermione,"
"-but I couldn't stop myself, I was going to miss you too much, and I don't know why I did it, I just did, I couldn't stop myself and-"
"Hermione!" Hermione paused and looked at Harry. "I didn't mind. I-I-" Harry paused. He hadn't exactly figured out what to say. It probably would've been smarter to let her ramble on, he thought. Once he found the words, he continued. "I liked it. It was great but, it felt wrong in a way I can't explain. I know what I'm saying probably doesn't make any sense, but I think I need some time to figure this out. Figure everything out. So, could we keep this between ourselves? I think we both need to think about what happened. Agreed?"
Hermione nodded. "Yeah, that would be smart. Especially with that cow Rita Skeeter trying to exploit you." Hermione got up from the bed. "I should be going, Harry. They're going to give you your score any second now, anyway. See you later." She smiled awkwardly and waved, and then turned to leave the tent. Harry kept his eyes glued to where she once stood, the kiss replaying in his mind over and over, trying to decipher the strange feeling he had.