Self Analyzation

Yup, you heard me right; it turned into me and Hermione. Professor Wilber noticed how uncomfortable I felt and ordered Ron to go next. I had to return to the sea of laughter. Apparently my embarrassment was quite enjoyable for the rest of the class. After Ron had attacked the Boggort, Professor Wilber called Hermione to go next.

"Granger go! Granger? Oh bloody hell! Where is Granger?" She was right; Hermione was nowhere in sight.

"I saw her run out of the room after we saw her and Harry's snogging session," Seamus said through his laughter.

"Ok. That will be enough for today students. For next class please write a quick four inch essay on Boggorts and how effective they will be in practicing the DADA. Then write another five inches on the Jimbi. Goodbye."

I ran as fast as I could out of the classroom and down to the lake. I knew Hermione would be there, that is where she always went when she was troubled. She also would go to the library but I knew she wouldn't be there; this was a different kind of trouble. I saw her there as I approached. She was sitting on a bench amongst the rose bushes. She looked absolutely stunning. I suddenly felt a loss for words. How could I fix what I had done? Wasn't it enough that I had embarrassed her in front of our whole class? Wasn't it enough that I had showed her kissing me to her boyfriend, her friends and her professor? Wasn't it enough that I had proved how much I thought about her?

"Harry?" Apparently my feet had continued to walk while my head kept rambling on.

"Hermione, I'm so sorry! I should have never said that last night. I should have never been thinking about it in class. I should never--" my thoughts were cut off by her lips on mine. It felt so nice, so natural and right. She pulled away.

"Harry, get over it already! They know! This is a good thing! Now we don't have to hide how we feel about each other, now we can be together!" This definitely did not sound like the Hermione I knew but I didn't care, I was too happy.

We walked hand in hand up to the castle. I looked over at her and saw how beautiful she was. It was absolutely amazing how lovely and fair her skin was. Her eyes were as pure and beautiful as a unicorn under the moonlight. This was right. We were supposed to be together, we were supposed to love each other. This was odd. I knew I loved Hermione, I always knew that. It was common knowledge that Ron Hermione and I loved each other, but not in that way. We never were in love with each other, until now. I was in love with Hermione. I kept repeating that in my head. I am in love with Hermione. That is when it happened. I had been so busy staring at Hermione and talking to myself that I walked straight into the door.

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Later that day, after the swelling on my head had gone down, Hermione and I decided it was time to have a certain talk with Ron. I knew this would come. I knew I would have to look my best friend in my eye and tell him that I was in love with his girlfriend. I knew it, but I didn't want it to. What was to come was inevitable and frankly, I did not want more swelling on my head. IT hurt enough as it is and I did not need Ron's help to get a headache.

Hermione started, "Ron, I'm so sorry! It just kind of happened. I feel awful, can you ever forgive me?"

Ron's face showed no sign of emotion. "My mother always told me that there would be a time in my life where I would have to forgive someone. She told me that the three hardest things to forgive are lust, betrayal and greed. It looks as though we covered two of them today." Hermione grimaced. "But because you are my two best friends, I think I will be able to forgive you. Forgetting is another thing. It really hurts that you two would do that to me." He looked towards Hermione. "I thought you loved me. Don't give me that look; I know you do, but 'not in that way.' I think I understand that now. I just need some time alone, so if you will excuse me, I have to go." Without a second thought he got up and left the two of us there.

After several minutes of silence I couldn't take it any more. "So that's that."

"Yup, that's that. Harry?"

"Yes?"

"Don't you think it's all a little clichéd? I mean don't you think it's possible for a girl and a boy to be friends without falling in love, just strictly platonic. Look around at Hogwarts, all of the pairings are so obvious that any writer could just go through the school and say you're going to end up with him, and you shouldn't go out with him because you will fight too much. It's all too weird for me."

"I have a feeling that you shouldn't have dropped Divination, because you're reading my mind." She giggled. "Well if you're really that smart, can you tell what I'm thinking now?" She got out of her chair and walked towards me. Leaning in, she planted a soft gentle kiss on my lips. I guess she really can read minds.

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