Falling

Falling

Do they ever come up for air? They've been at it for nearly 10 minutes now and I'm starting to feel sick to my stomach. I can't watch this anymore. God, this is pointless. I'm leaving its not like they'll notice I'm gone anyway. Ginny's asleep and Ron and Hermione seem to have developed eyes only for each over the past 2 weeks. Why am I still here? Maybe I'll go find Fred and George and see if I can sit with them. Whatever they're doing it has to be more interesting then this.

Harry got up and walked out the door. He wandered down the corridor looking for someone to talk to.

"Harry!" She ran down the corridor after him. "Harry, where are you going?"

"Nowhere Hermione." He slowed down so she could catch up.

"You left."

"That's very observant of you isn't it," he sneered. She got quiet and stopped walking.

"Harry, why do you hate me?" He turned around and looked at her.

"Hermione you know I don't hate you."

"Then why have you stopped talking to me?"

He sighed she just didn't know. She didn't know how uncomfortable he was around her and Ron. But he didn't mean to ignore her. Well actually he did, especially for what he did.

"I don't know why. I didn't mean to. Sorry if I gave you the wrong impression."

"'That's ok. Actually no it's not ok Harry. You hurt me and if you don't tell me why you've stopped talking to me this minute. I...I...I... Oh I don't know what I'll do but you'll regret it every day for the rest of your life and if not then the rest of the year." Harry looked into her eyes and knew that she wasn't joking but he couldn't tell her. He didn't even know why he stopped talking to her. Well he did but he didn't consciously think that was the reason.

"I can't." He looked down at his shoes hoping she'd say something anything. He didn't need to look up. He knew. He knew that she had already gone back to Ron and whatever thing she was going to do was starting. He wanted to cry at the thought. He straightened up and headed after her hoping for the best. He got back to the compartment and looked inside.

Hermione looked up and saw Harry standing in the doorway. Oh he's never going to forget this, she thought. She turned her attention back to Ron. Harry opened the door and sat back down in his seat. Hermione made no notice of this entrance but Ron did.

"Harry, where'd you go?"

"To hell and back," he muttered to himself.

"What?"

"Nothing." He turned his attention back out the window. Letting his mind wander back about 3 weeks before.

It was the day when we were going to go to Diagon Alley. The day started like all the others. I got up (lost my glasses fell down the stairs) had breakfast took a shower and got dressed.

When the Weasley' (minus Mr. Weasley), Hermione, and I got to Diagon Alley Mrs. Weasley decided it would be best to split us up into groups of two, so the shopping would go quicker. Mrs. Weasley wouldn't let Ron and Hermione pair together for some reason or another. Most likely because she didn't trust them but that's beside the point. She stuck Hermione with me. Hermione seemed ok with this but Ron was another story entirely. Me, I was indifferent or so I thought.

He didn't say it out loud but I knew what he was thinking. He wasn't happy and it was evident. His ears were turning a violent shade of red. I kept hoping he wouldn't do anything incredibly stupid like start screaming but much to my relief he just grabbed Ginny and walked off, well stormed off seems more fitting to what he did. Actually it was quite amusing he tripped on a rock and flew forwards, landing in a puddle.

Hermione started laughing hysterically but stopped when Ron looked up at her. Being the good friend that I am I went over and helped him up, actually tried to help him up, but he had a stubborn streak and told me to get away from him. I was deeply offended by this but I didn't give him the luxury of knowing it. So, I backed up and walked over to Hermione. She was just standing there staring at Ron. I didn't know what to do so I waved my hand energetically in front of her face. She still didn't move. So I tried the next thing that came to my mind.

"HERMIONE!" I screamed in her ear. She didn't even look at me she just kept staring at the retreating back of Ron. Damn. Why the hell didn't she move? I wouldn't have been put in this situation. At this point I tried just about everything I could think of (and I mean everything, I stood in that street for at least ten minutes trying everything from shaking her, screaming at her till my voice was hoarse. I even begged.). Except picking her up and carrying her off to Flourish and Blotts and something that I wish to forget I ever thought. Except I can't. That was the one reason why I stopped talking to her.

It's very embarrassing to tell you the truth. (Just so you know I did attempt to pick her up but her feet seemed to be glued to the ground.) So I built up my resolve and stood right in front of her. She didn't even acknowledge my presence, which didn't make me feel any better about what I was going to do. I grabbed her shoulders giving her a little shake to see if I could get some response before I did the unthinkable. She didn't so much as blink.

So, with all the courage I could muster I kissed her and not just a peck on the cheek like she gave me when we got off the train at the end of the year. It was as if something inside of me snapped, and every last miserable moment I had experienced during the past few weeks was put into that kiss. I just intended on giving her a quick little kiss that would barley have been felt but god it was anything but. It scared me senseless nothing that wrong was supposed to feel that good. (I shouldn't even be thinking on it. She hates me now anyway.)

I quickly let go of her and turned around for fear of what she would say. I felt her move towards me but I walked on. There that's the reason why I wouldn't have conversations with her. I'm still afraid to be around her. She just doesn't get it. I want to talk to her I really do. It's just to embarrassing, and of all the people she would understand that.

He looked over at them wondering why he even kissed her to begin with. He knew it was wrong from the start and now from the look of things she wasn't going to talk to him. Ever! Or worse she might not want to be his friend anymore. The thought scared him more then anything to date. He needed her friendship. He probably wouldn't even be alive still if it wasn't for her.

Hermione looked over at Harry and saw how utterly miserably he looked. Serves him right, she thought. Normally she would have told him to change into his Hogwarts robes because they were getting close but she wouldn't this time. Let him figure it out for himself.

"Hermione?"

"What?" She snapped.

"Why are you staring at Harry?"

"I'm not staring at Harry," she said. "I'm glaring at him," she muttered to herself. She was trying very hard to stay angry with him, but it wasn't working. She got up and got her Hogwarts robes and walked out of the compartment to get changed and purposefully strode over Harry's foot. He yelped in pain.

"Why'd you do that?" She just walked out the compartment not even giving him a backward glance.

"Wow, what's gotten into her?" Ron asked.

"I haven't the slightest idea." Liar, his subconscious screamed.

"Well I suggest you change into your robes. We're almost there." Ron picked up his clothes and walked off.

"Well this is going to be another wonderful year," Harry said to no one in particular.