Harry Potter's Love Triangle

"Umm, Harry... I really don't want to do this."

"What? Why not? I thought you had a big crush on me? I thought you LOVED me... if you did, then why not show me that you love me?"

"I...I do love you, it's just... I'm not ready."

"If you love me, prove it. That or it's over. How do I know you're not just toying with my emotions? I... I think I love you, too. I really want to share this with you."

"Do you really? I never knew you really loved me. I really love you back."

She stared at him in surprised joy.

"Good, then let's get started."

He lifted his robe off, revealing a thin, but muscular chest. He was wearing gray boxers.

She sat there on the bed, looking very naïve and innocent. Yet somewhere in her eyes there was a craving, a hunger. There was a desire to be passionate... a mysterious love.

He leaned forward and kissed her.

The moment their lips met, heat coursed between their veins, joining them together. She pulled away, and the bond was broken.

"Look, Harry. I don't want to do this. If you love me so much, you'll respect my decision- the answer is no. Now, I am NOT prude- I'm 16 years old, and I have an idea what 16-year-olds should be doing, and that ISN'T sex. Okay? I really love you, and I don't want you to use me. I couldn't deal with that. So, are we okay?"

Harry took his hands and covered his forehead, showing his aggravation.

"Hermione, look, I am so sorry. I can't believe I acted like such an asshole. I really love you. Hormones got the best of me. I am honestly sorry. Please forgive me. I won't pressure you to do anything again."

He looked embarrassed and sorry and disappointed at the same time.

"It's okay, Harry. I mean, I really wanted to, but a part of me couldn't let myself go like that."

"So... I guess I should put my robes on, then."

"No, that's not necessary. After all, I'm not prude. Kissing is essential to me if I want to maintain my less-than-prude demeanor. You can keep your robes off."

"And...?"

"And? And MINE stay on. Got it?"

"Got it."

"So, how about we try that kissing thing again. And this time I'll even promise not to pull away."

"Sounds great to me."

"Good because it sounds-"

Harry leaned forward and brought his mouth to hers, gently pressing against her lips. She took her arms and wrapped them around his neck. They broke apart their kiss, then rejoined. He hesitantly let his tongue slip into her mouth. She pressed harder against his mouth. The kiss was beautiful. Suddenly, the door flung open.

"Harry, you'll never guess what Snape said to me in the hall-"

Harry and Hermione broke apart rapidly and jumped from the bed. The looked up to see Ron's startled face.

"Oh, shit guys. Oh, shit. I'm SO sorry. I really didn't know. OH! I seriously didn't have any idea. YOU REALLY need to put a SIGN on the door. I'm going."

"Wait, RON! NO!"

"What? Do you want to submit me to more of your lovey-dovey crap? I'm leaving. Sorry, really. Totally embarrassing!"

"No, Ron... look. Hermione and I have been going out for two weeks. You know that! It's only natural we're going to kiss. We haven't done much more than that. It's JUST kissing. No big deal. We don't even care... right, Herm?"

"Umm... right."

"Right. So there. Are you less embarrassed?Seriously, it's no big deal."

"Sure, sure! I'm less embarrassed, alright. HOWEVER, I feel like even more of a frickin' third wheel than ever! My two best friends, and who KNOWS what you guys do together. For all I know, you're SLEEPING with each other! UHH! My two best friends sleeping with each other."

"RON WEASLEY! I am shocked to think that you would think of me as someone who sleeps with her boyfriend of two weeks! I'm not like that, but I find it insulting to think you see me that way. Besides, I don't know what you do with Pansy! For all I know, you've slept with her. UHHHH! I can't believe what an ASSHOLE you are to think of me that way. Like Harry said, all we've done is kiss. NO BIG DEAL."

"For your INFORMATION, Pansy and I have only been to second base, thank you very much. I assumed you and Harry were sleeping together because I heard Harry- I mean, well I thought-"

"HOLD IT RIGHT THERE, Ron. What did you hear Harry say?"

"Nothing, nothing at all."

"Shut up! That's not true."

"Fine, it's just that Harry-"

He paused and looked at Harry, who was giving him an evil glare.

"Harry really loves you. And he may have, er, mentioned to me that he wanted to lose his virginity to you. You know, as a love symbol. Or whatever..."

"You told Ron you loved me?"

"Yes..."

"Oh, Harry that's beautiful."

"No, it's really not. I acted like such a JERK to you, trying to get you to sleep with me. I just, I don't know what came over me. But I really do love you."

"That is so sweet. Perhaps there's a future for us, after all."

"Great! More lovey-dovey junk. Wasn't me walking in on you guys ENOUGH? UUHHHH! I'm going to go make-out with my girlfriend. Hopefully I won't be interrupted."

At that point Harry walked up to Ron and whispered something to him in his ears.