Chapter Four:
(Hermione)
How does he do it? I went from thinking if him as only one half of my best friends to being completely head over heels for him. Now I'm sure this wasn't very sudden, I'm sure this has been going on for quite some time, but why is it happening now? Because everything about him right now is perfect, his hair, his smile, his eyes, even that damn scar is perfect. I look at him now and I realize that his hair is absolutely wonderful, even though it looks as if he has just ended a rather vicious snogging session, which if I were on the receiving end I wouldn't mind too terribly right now.
What are you talking about Hermione? You can't think of Harry that way, he's your best friend!
Well you were just snogging in the common room weren't you?
It's a dream. It has to be.
I shook my head and looked down at my journal. I was rather beginning to hate these things, they unfortunately talk back to you, thinking they are doing you some good rather than bad.
It had been three days since Harry had kissed me and it hadn't happened once since then. I wasn't sure if he was trying to be careful because of Ron or if it was just an accident that it happened in the first place. But if it were a mistake then why would he have asked me to be his girlfriend? Boys are so confusing, I decided at last.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door leading into my dormitory.
"Come in" I called, and the door opened slowly revealing Ginny. I smiled at her, and beckoned her closer. She walked in and sat on my bed.
"Harry's down in the common room…" she started, I could tell there was something wrong with her, I was going to have to make a mental note to find out what it was later. "…He says he needs to talk to you about the other night."
Right away I knew what was bothering Ginny. She had always had a crush on our Mr. Harry Potter. I should have thought about the consequences before I had given my consent on the kiss.
I smiled at her and thanked her graciously and walked from my room. I was standing at the top of the stairs watching him. He was playing wizards chess with Ron, a look of pure concentration on his face. He absentmindedly ran a hand through his raven hair and let out a sigh. Harry could never beat Ron at any kind of chess, let alone, wizard chess. I began walking down the stairs and I saw Harry look up at me. The glow that emanated from his gaze was amazing, his eyes never left mine; boring in to mine like he was attempting to steal my soul. Somehow I think he had already accomplished that.
I walked over to where my best friends played chess, and leaned down towards Harry to whisper in his ear.
"You wanted to talk?"
He nodded his head and apologized to Ron, claiming he would finish the game when he returned, and he followed me out of the portrait hole and into the semi dark corridors.
As we walked along the dim corridors neither one of us said a word. Instead we moved together as if we were one, when suddenly I had to know.
"So what did you want to talk about Harry?" I must have startled him because he took in a deep breath as if almost to prepare himself. Suddenly I was feeling very queasy.
" 'Mione, I like you" he grabbed my hand and stopped me. He led me over the wall where he pushed my back against it.
I nodded my head at him, urging him to go on. With his free hand he pushed his black hair back away from his chiseled face and went on.
"I never wanted to believe anyone when they said that we two were meant to be together." He took in a deep breath before continuing. I could tell this was becoming a very difficult thing for him to say. "You have always been my best friend, and you always will be, but now…it's going to be different."
I nodded my head. I didn't know if he was done with his speech but I nonetheless stood there silently. Minutes passed and neither of us said anything to each other, I figured he was waiting for me to speak. I brought my hand up to his face and caressed his cheek soothingly.
"Harry, things are going to be different now, yes…" I began without preamble. "But maybe it's about time. Everyone we have met since we became friends has always said 'its going to be Harry and Hermione'…why don't we prove them right?"
I could tell he was thinking things through which was a little odd for him, I'm usually the one who has to over analyze everything before anything was to happen. Instead here I am thinking the clearest I have ever thought in my life.
He was chewing on his bottom lip, a nervous quirk of his that only came out when he was deep in thought. His body was still dangerously close to mine and I could feel the heat radiating off of him onto me. Seven years of longing were suddenly becoming too much for me to handle.
I clenched his jaw and turned his head so those magnificent emerald eyes were looking into mine.
"Harry, stop thinking."
Before either of us knew what was happening I was standing on my tiptoes and crushing my mouth onto his. I had to be kissing him right then, if I didn't I thought that I wouldn't live to see another day. His mouth on mine was imperative to my survival.
I knew he was thinking the same thing because our kissing became more and more primitive. His hands were clutching my hair pulling my head back. I could feel his lips placing tiny kisses on my neck and collarbone. What he was doing to me was pure bliss; I never wanted it to end.
"Hem hem"
We both jumped apart quickly and looked into the shocked eyes of Professor Dumbledore. We both began straightening our clothes and wiping our faces, but we had already been caught.
I thought I could see a twinkle in Dumbledore's eyes but I wasn't quite sure.
"Ms. Granger, Mr. Potter, would you two be so kind as to follow me to my office? I would like a word with both of you." Dumbledores smooth voice floated over to us. Suddenly I was feeling very self conscious, and scared. I was head girl, I wasn't supposed to be caught snogging in the middle of the hallway. I knew something bad was going to happen, maybe expulsion…or worse…maybe I would lose my head girl status.
I really need to get my priorities straight.