Can't fight this feeling

Cherry

Rating: G
Genres: Angst, Romance
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 5
Published: 15/10/2004
Last Updated: 15/10/2004
Status: completed

A troubled Harry watches Hermione as she reads. Can he get gather enough curage to tell her how he feels?

Chapters

1. Can't fight this feeling

1. Can't fight this feeling

This is a slightly older fic than Fairytales and really not my best, but I still find it rather cute. It has, of course, nothing to do with Fairytales and just so you know, my fics rarely has something to do with eachother unless I say so. ;)

Anyway, yes I do know that Ron and Harry are behaving rather OOC; I was aware of it when I wrote it. But, I didn't have the heart to change it as I found it rather sweet.

Hope you enjoy,

Cherry

Can't Fight This Feeling

It was a lovely day that spring. The sun glowed with warmth, the birds sang, and most children were outside. That was no exception for Hogwarts; the old school of witchcraft and wizardry was as good as empty, even some the most reserved children was outside enjoying the weather.

But, even though the weather was so uncommonly wonderful, Harry Potter; the sixteen year old wizard, more commonly known as The-Boy-Who-Lived, sat in a dark corner of the Gryffindor common room. He sighed quietly as he kept on staring at the one and only reason he wasn't outside himself: Right on front of him sat Hermione Granger, the most beautiful witch he had ever seen.

Hermione sat curled up on the couch, completely oblivious that she was being watched. She had her feet curled up under her, an opened book in her lap and a cup of still steaming hot tea in her right hand. Her other hand had her wand in a firm grasp, and as she read on she kept twirling a strand of her slightly bushy hair around it.

Harry smiled. She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Of course, Hermione was not a beauty queen. Not by far. She had a rather plain appearance with her brown -bushy- hair, brown eyes and petite frame, but that was not all Harry saw. No, he also saw what so distantly shone behind her faÃ§ade of plainness.

He saw the intellect, the honest and humble attitude, her truthfulness, her loyalty, and her sense of right and wrong. Of course, he didn't mind Hermione's rather plain looks, no. In fact, it was one of the things he loved with her.

Harry sighed again, and secretly wondered when he had fallen for his best friend. He shook his head. Why, oh, why had he fallen in love with his best friend? Deep down, he knew it had been impossible for him not too. Completely impossible. Especially after six years of friendship and of her always being by his side. Always helping him…

He smiled weakly as he saw Hermione biting her lip; something she always did when she was thinking. Harry drew his hand through his tousled hair as he silently wondered what she was thinking of. Maybe it was him…?

No, why should she? Why would she think of him? Harry Potter, the lanky boy with untidy black hair, ugly scar on his forehead and thick glasses...

Harry took of his glasses, simply to inspect them. Yep, they were still as thick as before. If one would hold them in their hands, one would wonder if he had a run in with two bottles of coke, a run in so hard it made the bottom of the bottles stick on his face. Harry shook his head grimly.

No. Harry sighed. Why would she think of him? He placed his spectacles on top of his nose and continued to stare at the beauty before him.

Suddenly he heard a dark voice behind him. "Why don't you tell her?"

Harry glanced behind his shoulder, already knowing who it was. "Ron… We've been through this..."

"Bloody Mary, Harry. Don't tell me you still believe in that 'I don't deserve her' crap you told me earlier?" Ron looked both tired and unbelieving. "Look, Harry. You're my best mate and all that, but honestly Harry, you're a bit daft." Ron kneed down and grabbed a hold of Harry's shoulder before staring into Harry's green eyes with his own brown. "Just go for it."

Harry broke quickly of their eye-contact as he looked down to the floor. "No, Ron… Listen: It's just that… What if she doesn't like me? I can't risk that… At least now, I'm with her, as a friend. But if she doesn't love me, I might loose it all…" He whispered the last words. "I might loose her."

"Oh, for Merlin's sake. You're a Gryffindor! You're supposed to brave." Ron sighed. "Harry, you've faced You-Know-Who more times than anyone, and lived through them all, but now you can't even face Hermione?"

Harry, who had lifted his head earlier, looked down to the floor again. "I…"

"Harry, mate…"Ron started softly, "you have to tell her some day soon." Ron rose from his kneeing position before he walked out the common room again.

Harry sat frozen on his seat as he thought back on what Ron had told him. He was right, Harry concluded. He glanced up to Hermione, who was just about to take a sip of her tea.

Harry closed his eyes tightly and took a deep breath. He slowly rose from his chair and walked over to the couch.

Hermione smiled and placed her tea cup on the floor in front of her. "Hello Harry."

"Hi Hermione." He took another deep breath. "Hermione, there's something I want to tell you..."

The end...?

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