A/N: Song does not belong to me. if you like this story, review and tell your firnds =)
All alone in my room
Think of you at a rate that is truly alarming
I keep grouping my memories of you,
In my head I pretend that you want me
-“Can’t stop” Maroon 5
'What just happened?’ Hermione asked herself. She was sitting on the bed, exactly how Harry had left her after their kiss. She was confused at why he had kissed her in the first place and hurt on how he’d apologized after doing it. Had he been taken over by the moment or had he really chosen to kiss her because it was the right thing to do? Whatever the reason had been, they were back to square one. The awkwardness they had just erased only a few minutes ago, had risen from the ashes. He had kissed her. How could they possibly forget that had occurred?
As expected the following morning was a strange one. Harry muttered a light ‘good morning’ before disappearing into his room. Grimmauld Place was enveloped with silence as they both remained in their room for the entire day. They didn’t even come out to eat without first checking if the other one was in their room. Hermione was sitting on her bed. The mattress was littered with parchment and books as she furiously scribbled notes. She had resorted to burying herself in work. She could not waste any more time trying to decipher just what had happened last night and what it meant. At this point, she wasn’t sure she even wanted to know. He had apologized immediately after he kissed her, and he had avoided her all day. Clearly, it was a sign that he regretted kissing her. A sign that he might’ve even felt revolted about it. Hermione shook her head, trying to silence the taunting and doubting voices in her head.
She turned her head as she heard her door open, half-expecting it to be Harry, but it turned out to be Ron.
“Hey” said Ron tentatively.
Hermione just looked at him. She hadn’t been at all pleased with his behavior for the last week.
“Er….I brought you these.” said Ron holding out a bouquet of violets in front of him.
“Why?” Hermione asked.
“I wanted to apologize.” Ron said shuffling his feet nervously.
“Do you even know what you’re apologizing for?” Hermione asked harshly.
“For acting like a jerk.”
“Be more specific Ron. Because acting like a jerk is something you’ve been doing for a while now."Hermione said irritably.
“Hermione what do you want me to say?” Ron asked. “I’m apologizing that should be the whole point.”
“Apologizing isn’t enough Ron.” Hermione explained. “The constant bickering has got to stop.”
“Why is it a problem now?” Ron asked. “That’s how we are. How we’ve always been.”
“And that makes it all right?” Hermione asked. “Ron, I really had hoped that by getting together this all would’ve stopped. But it seems it hasn’t.”
“Are you breaking up with me?” asked Ron with a tormented look on his face.
Hermione sighed heavily.
“No,” said Hermione simply. “Maybe I’m wrong in not breaking this off. But I’m willing to prove I’m right to keep this going.”
Ron rushed forward and enveloped her in a tight hug.
Hermione stood limply as Ron hugged her. She was already regretting not dumping him. Still, it was better than burning out her mind wondering what Harry’s kiss had meant. Here was a boy who genuinely loved her; there was no doubt in her mind that Ron was crazy about her. Though she wasn’t entirely as into him as she had once been, it was better than pining away for someone who would most likely never feel the same way.
* * * * * * Harry lay on his bed, his hands folded behind his head, looking up at the white ceiling. He had just woken up from a nap that had made him dream of Hermione. There it was again, Hermione kept filling his mind to the point that even his subconscious thoughts were of her. He had dreamt of their kiss. The warmth of her mouth felt as vivid in the dream as it had when he had kissed her in reality. Harry shook his head furiously, slapping his face softly with his hands. ‘What are you doing?’ he asked himself. ‘This is Hermione you’re thinking of. You’re best friend!’
He got up and walked to his bathroom to splash some water on his weary eyes. Maybe his lack of sleep was the reason he was having those night and day dreams in the first place. He walked up to his sink, turned on the faucet and cupped his hands beneath the rushing, warm water. He splashed the water on his face and grabbed the sides of the sink. He looked up to his reflection and was shocked to see Hermione’s reflection in the mirror. She was smiling warmly up at him. Harry whipped around to see nothing but an empty wall. It had all been in his mind. Why was his mind so set up on thinking of Hermione all of a sudden?
He walked back towards his bed and picked up his Grade Seven Transfiguration book, a piece of parchment and a quill. Maybe focusing on his studies would take his mind off Hermione. Or so he wished it would.
* * * * * *
Ron sat on Hermione’s bed as he watched her scribble on some parchment. They had spent the last ten minutes in silence. Knowing it was best to give her some time to cool off from her bad temper, Ron decided to head off to help George at the shop.
“Listen I have to go back to the shop, George is getting orders from Hogwarts students like mad.” said Ron. “But, I’d like to take you out to dinner later tonight. That sound okay?”
“Yeah, sure” said Hermione simply.
“I’ll see you at eight.” said Ron bending down to kiss her on the cheek.
Hermione half-smiled at him as he left the room.It was three in the afternoon and she was starving. Deciding that it was worth having an awkward run into Harry than to starve, Hermione walked out of her room and into the kitchen.
“Does Miss Granger want anything in particular?” asked Kreacher politely.
Kreacher had finally gotten over Hermione’s blood status and was very kind to her in every way.
“Oh, don’t worry Kreacher, I’ll make myself something.” said Hermione calmly.
“Oh it’s no trouble at all Miss.” said Kreacher.
“Uhm, all right. Well do you happen to have anything sweet?” Hermione asked.
“Kreacher just made a batch of brownies Miss.” said Kreacher.
“Kreacher will go get them for Miss Granger.”
“Thank you Kreacher.” said Hermione.
Hermione watched as Kreacher disappeared into the kitchen. She sat down in one of the rigid chairs of the dining room and looked around. Harry and Ginny had done a terrific job in redecorating the place. She was so engrossed in taking in all the details that she hadn’t noticed Harry walking into to the dining room, his nose buried in a book. Harry hadn’t noticed either. He sat down right in front of her, the thump of the book hitting the cherry wood table made Hermione look in his direction.
“Hey.” Hermione muttered.
“Hey” said Harry bashfully without even looking her in the face.
“Harry it’s all right, I get it. I know you didn’t mean to kiss me.” said Hermione frankly. “I’m aware that it was a spur of the moment thing.”
“You’re not upset about how I took off?” Harry asked looking at her for the first time.
“No.” Hermione replied. “I know I was upset and I know you wanted to console me somehow. But I’m not upset. I mean it’s not like I fancy you or anything.”
“Yeah” said Harry smiling warily.
An awkward pause followed.
“It’s really okay. I had even forgotten about it.” Hermione lied.
“Have I been acting too weird?” Harry asked.
“Sorry, I just…” Harry said as he shrugged. “I don’t know I thought you would’ve taken it all in a different way.”
“Not for a moment.” said Hermione softly. “I know you fancy Ginny, and I’m with Ron. Like I said, it was a heat of the moment thing.”
Harry drew a sigh of relief.
“I’m glad you took it so well.”
“Well that’s because I know you so well I can kind of figure out how your mind works.” said Hermione. “However you might do well to not get in the habit of kissing upset girls.”
“You know, other girls might not take it as well.” said Hermione jokingly.
Kreacher came in holding a silver tray of about ten brownies and a glass of water.
“Thank you Kreacher.” said Hermione as Kreacher set the tray and glass in front of her.
“Will Master Harry want anything from Kreacher?” Kreacher asked.
“No thank you Kreacher, I’ll just bum some brownies from Hermione.” said Harry grabbing a brownie from the silver tray.
Kreacher nodded and disappeared once again.
Hermione smiled as she watched Harry stuff the brownie he had taken from her tray into his mouth.
“So I guess everything’s back to normal?” Hermione asked.
“Yeah, back to normal.” Harry replied covering his full mouth.
“I’m glad.’ said Hermione genuinely.
Everything seemed to be slowing slipping back into its rightful place. Harry and Hermione were beginning to go back to the friends they had been before the war had occurred, and it was something that they were both grateful for.