Which Way

What was I to do? He was a good looking 21 year old. He was sensitive towards me and my situation, the best thing was that he was a writer and a very passionate one at that, I love that in men. I can still remember what happened.
I walked into KFC and there he was, sitting there on his own (he looks like someone I know), I remember thinking how good looking he was and then telling myself that I was already with someone. It was a beautiful day so I decided to sit outside with my food. As I was eating a shadow came over me, I looked up and there was the lad from inside.

"You left your magazine at the counter," he said.

I felt so embarrassed I didn't know what to say so I just said thank you. He then asked me if he could sit with me, I told him he could.

"Hi Mione, do you remember me?" he asked in a friendly voice.

"Oh Harry it's you, it's been along time," I replied.

We sat there not saying anything to each other and then he pulled out a pen and a piece of paper and wrote down his number and address. He stood up and told me to give him a ring or to go round and visit him. I just nodded and carried on eating.
When I got back to work all I could think about was Harry and how cute he was and if I should talk to him again. When I got home the answer machine was flashing, I listened to the message, it was Ron just telling me that he was going to be away for the weekend as part of his training for his job (he works for the Ministry of Magic). I stood there thinking if I should ring Harry, in the end I decided to. I pulled out the paper from my pocket and dialed the number. I remember feeling scared just like the way you feel when you see someone that you've like for a long time.

"Hello," Harry said.

I couldn't say anything, I was lost for words, and so I just put the phone down. He sounded so sexy over the phone. Then I remembered that I didn't withhold my number so if he wanted he could ring me back, I was in a panic. Then the phone started to ring; I stood there and waited for the answering machine to pick it up.

"Hello, did you just phone me on 654 321?" the voice said.

I picked it up thinking what are you going to say now stupid!

"Hello, is this Harry?" I asked.

"Yes it is. May I know who's speaking please?" he replied.

"It's Hermione. Remember, from KFC," I replied.

"Oh yeah. I was beginning to think you didn't want to talk to me. Anyway, how are you, how was work?" he asked.

"It was ok, how was your day?" I asked.

We were on the phone for about an hour, two hours. I felt so refreshed after talking to him, I found out that his a writer now and he is ever so sensitive. I told him about Ron being my boyfriend now and how sometimes Ron doesn't listen to me when I'm trying to talk to him and all he ever wants to talk about is his new best friend, Harry told me just to forget about it. We arranged to meet up again on Saturday and maybe go out clubbing.

Well.... We went out and we had the best time ever! He was so cute. Last time I went out with Ron he was boasting about all the girls who fancied him but Harry was embarrassed about it. He spent the whole night complimenting me, not just physically but he said I was so intelligent (not much has changed then?) and it's not often you find a girl with beauty and brains. I could hardly stop smiling all night long. When we slow danced we were talking and he said I was one of the most fantastic people he'd ever met, I felt so happy with him. He is really intelligent and so sensitive, he's like a cute, sexy and wonderful best friend (that you can't have because their gay or something). That isn't the best bit. We left the club about two thirty in the morning, he called for a taxi and on the way home we kissed or should I say snogged all the way home. He wasn't all over me; he was so soft and gentle. Everywhere his lips touched a mad sensation ran right through me, it was fantastic. He caressed my body every so slowly making me want more and more, I wanted him to take me right there and then. There was I sudden jolt and we both stopped to look at what had happened.

"That will be a fiver please," said the taxi driver.

When we got to the front door of my place I didn't know what to say, Ron had gone away for the weekend. I thought I should invite him in but I wasn't sure. I went to invite him in but he put his finger on my lips and looked straight into my eyes (I forgot how hypnotising his eyes were.)

"I don't want you to think you have to invite me upstairs. I wouldn't want to intrude, I know Ron is away but it's our first date and, even though it would be nice, things would get weird. Lets wait, good things are best saved until later."

I didn't know what to say, I just looked into his eyes and gave him a long kiss, then I went inside. I felt as happy when I got in, as I would have if he had come inside with me. I couldn't sleep; I kept rehearsing the night over and over in my mind. All I could think about was Harry, I wanted him to come in but I agree we should wait. But then there is Ron, where does he come into this? He is not sensitive like Harry; he takes me for granted and is always away. I need someone to be there for me, not when they feel like it.

Eventually I must have fallen asleep. The phone woke me, it was Ron. He's coming home early. As he was talking I found myself drifting into my own world, a world with Harry.

"I love you," Ron said.

I couldn't reply, I wanted to tell him I loved him, but it got stuck in my throat.

"I love you too," I stuttered eventually and hung up.

As I stood there I realised the reality of my life and what I had become. This time last week I was totally in love with Ron and now I don't know what to do. I think I'm in love with him but then again there's Harry. I then got myself something to eat and sat down in front of the TV. I sat there gazing into space and thinking about Harry, I was interrupted by a knock at the door. I jumped up thinking it could be Harry so I ran to the door and when I got there I saw that it was just the mail. I picked up the mail and went back into the living room, they were all for Ron so I just put them on the side for him. I sat there hoping that Harry would ring me but knowing my luck finding a guy like that is just a one off (even though I've known him for years), never to be seen again. The phone rang, I picked it up and it was Harry. I was so excited.

"Hello is this Hermione?" he asked.

"Yes it is, is this Harry?" I asked. (Why did I ask, I already knew that it was him.)

"Yeah, how are you today? Did you get a good nights sleep?" he asked.

"Yes I did. I had a good night last night too," I replied.

"I really wanted to come in last night, you know your really beautiful and smart and that turns me on," he whispered in a sexy and deep voice.

"Really now, you know you turn me on for just being you," I replied.

We were having a really intimate conversation but then he had to go because one of his friends had gone to see him. We did arrange to meet up on Monday at lunchtime so we could talk, I was so excited. I was like a teenager in love all over again, I was thinking of what to wear, how to do my hair and if I should wear make up or not and then my excitement was stopped.

"Hi babe, are you glad to see me?" Ron asked in a very cheerful voice.

Ron walked up to me and held me in his arms. He kissed me on the lips and told me how much he had missed me. I just smiled and gave him his mail. He opened them all up one by one.

"Oh, my mate sent me a letter!" he shouted

"Is it your friend that you're always talking about?" I asked

"Yeah it is," he replied.

"What's his name anyway?" I asked.

"Tom.... Tom Smith," he said

"Oh right. Is he nice?" I asked.

"Yeah his cool, he works with me sometimes in the office," he replied.

I went up stairs and into the shower; I had a shower and then got dressed. I went down stairs and then I called to Ron and told him that I was going out for a bit. I was walking down the road and the next thing I new I found myself outside Harry's house. I knocked and he saw it was me and asked me in. we talked, we kissed and we caressed. We ended up going up stairs. He led me into the bedroom and shut the door. He said to me we didn't have to, but I knew it was right; Ron wasn't even in my mind. We made love. From looking at the expression on my face Harry could see that I was having second thoughts about what had just happened.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked.

"I was just thing about Ron and what he would do if he found out. Oh... I'm so sorry. I've just ruined the moment."

"There is nothing to worry about, he doesn't have to find out. As long as we are together and you're happy then I'm happy," he said.

He kissed me and held me in his arms. As we lay there all I could think about was how gentle he was and how I just wanted to be with him all the time. In the end I went home and when I opened the door you'll never guess what I saw...

End of part one.