A/N: Ok, this is possibly the shortest chapter I've ever done and I'm so sorry, I'll try to have another up really soon, I've already written part of it and I'll write the rest today and tomorrow, please review and as always I'd like to give a big thanks to Trutonks for beta-reading this and to all the people who reviewed the last chapter, Thank You So Much!!!!
Go Cathedral, Beat Arlington!!!! (Cathedral's my school)
Hermione was confused, just yesterday Harry had kissed her and today he was acting like nothing had happened. She had decided to go talk to him at breakfast, but that was last night, now that it was morning and she was sitting right across from him in the Great Hall, she wasn't so sure. What if Harry had just felt sorry for her? Is that why he had kissed her, out of pity? What if he had done it on some kind of dare? But, Harry wouldn't do that...would he? Hermione wasn't sure. She knew she should be, but he had been acting so weird lately that she wasn't entirely sure. What she did know is that she had loved Harry since fourth year when he had come out of the maze with Cedric's body in his arms. At that moment she couldn't stop thinking, what if it was Harry that had been carried out of the maze? What if he had died instead of Cedric?
She was interrupted from her thoughts by Ron, "Hey Hermione, could you pass me the butter?" As she shoved the dish of butter in his direction she stood up, gathering all her courage, and looked Harry straight in the eye, and in a voice practically daring him to say 'no' asked, "Can I talk to you...in private?"
Harry gulped and looked at her questionably before following her out the door.
She led him into an unused classroom before shutting the door and locking it behind her and then muttering a silencing spell. She then turned around to look at him.
"Why did you kiss me last night?"
Harry stared at her. Finally he replied, "Because I wanted to," as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Because you wanted to?" she repeated, in a dull voice. "Why did you want to?"
Harry seemed to contemplate this for a while before answering, "Why do you think, Hermione?"
"Were you dared to? Did you feel sorry for me?" With each question her voice escalated and tears now slid down her flushed cheeks.
He stared at her. "If that's what you think then you don't know me at all, maybe we shouldn't be friends anymore," he said in a deadly whisper trying to ignore the feelings that welled up inside of him as he watched her cry.
"What am I supposed to think?" she asked as he turned his back to her. "You kissed me after you found out I had Leukemia, you felt sorry for me."
He glanced over his shoulder at her and then, in one swift motion, turned all the way around and quickly moved to within inches of where she stood, raw emotion burning in his eyes.
She took a step back, fearfully coming into contact with a wall. She looked up at him ready to begin yelling again, but suddenly found that his lips seemed to be in the way. He kissed her with all the passion he was feeling, pushing her up against the wall so that she couldn't escape. Pulling back, he looked at her with eyes filled with desire and lust, and all she could do was gasp when he said, "I kissed you because I'm in love with you."
With that, he was gone, leaving her alone to gather up her books and replay what she had been dying to hear for
years... did he really love her?
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