AN: Saying I'm surprised by all the reviews I got would be a huge understatement, I'm just hoping that this next chapter can live up to all of your expectations. Again, I'm pretty sure that every single review I got here also wanted me to continue. Ah, all of you are amazingly sweet. Thank you!
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I woke up the next morning, still replaying what had happened last night over and over in my head. I had been up for hours contemplating whether or not I should let it go. Still, something was very different.
I had to scoff at the idea of actually liking Hermione... it's not as if it wasn't possible, but it was her. She is pretty, granted, and she is a nice person, but we've known eachother since we were eleven...
But breakfast the next morning made me realise that I was quite wrong.
I could hardly eat the bacon and eggs that I had piled onto my plate. I kept nervously glancing up at Hermione, who managed to barely look at me the entire morning. The extent of our talking was a quick, friendly "Hello" before we both blushed and decided that eye contact and general interacting was not a good idea for a while.
But I did want to catch her eye. I didn't really have a reason, more curious about what would happen. Every time she took a bite I would focus on her mouth, and then mentally scold myself for even thinking about Hermione's mouth.
Ron was still going on and on about how fantastic this breakfast was, but paused for a moment when he noticed neither of us were saying anything. "Hermione, what's wrong with you? I'm talking about the food and you haven't once mentioned house elves..."
She let out a sigh, stood up, and left the table.
"What's wrong with her?" Ron asked, mouth full of food.
I paused. "Not sure," I lied, hoping he didn't catch it.
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It's quite rare that me and Hermione would deliberately avoid eachother. Of course it's even more rare that me and Hermione would end up on top of eachother and do... well, what we did.
I accepted that she wouldn't talk to me. Still, I wished she would... I really didn't want Ron to catch on to what was going on between me and her. And I, myself, didn't even know what it was.
I was walking back to the Gryffindor common room by myself.
And all of a sudden, "Harry!" she said, grabbing my arm quickly. I jumped.
"Hermione?" And then it got awkward very quickly. She almost looked like she regretted trying to start a conversation, or whatever else it was she was trying to do.
She glanced down the corridor both ways, I opened my mouth to say something, but she quickly put a finger to her mouth, grabbed my arm again, and pulled me straight into...
...a broom closet?
My heart started beating really quickly, once again. "Hermione, what's-"
"Shh!" She interrupted, closing the door behind her. It was now completely dark. I reached for my wand, but she seemed to be reading my mind-
"Don't." And then it happened. She pushed me up against the shelves quite hard.
"Ow," I muttered, leaning forward a bit.
"Sorry," she said quietly, "I thought it was a... wall..."
Her voice sounded quite shaky. Then what she said seemed to click. She was going to push me against the wall...? My face felt incredibly warm, thank god it was so dark...
And she pushed me against the door.
This isn't happening.
She was pressed up against me. I know my breath was raggedy, hers was too. This isn't happening, this isn't happening, this isn't happening...
I felt her breath against my face. It isn't happening...
And then her lips. Not happening...
But I pressed back. I had to. I just had to, and it wasn't enough... no, not enough at all... instincts completely took over, as I opened my mouth, and her tongue met mine.
We slipped deeper and deeper into this little world we'd created, and it felt so good, so... soft... so... amazing...
I sighed into her mouth as I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her closer to me. I wished she could be even closer, and I suddenly really believed that she could read minds because she quickly pressed herself against me with such force, but right then-
CRASH!
I felt my head smack on the floor behind me, it seemed to burn and felt like it would burst. She landed right on top of me. Everything was so bright, my heart was beating too fast for it's own good, my breathing was too quick...
"Is that Harry Potter?" a drawling voice I knew all too well said curiously. I closed my eyes, wincing at the pain I felt on the back of my head. "With that mudblood? Oh, the boys are going to have a field day with this one," he said with a laugh.
Shit.