Chapter 1 : An Interesting Day
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This story starts in chapter 18 of Goblet of Fire after he and Hermione send a message to Sirius. I own nothing.
Watching as Hedwig flew away from him, Harry was about to turn on his heel and walk out the door when Hermione stopped him.
“What’s up Hermione?”
She looked at him, staring strangely at him. He couldn’t quite figure out why she was looking at him like that. Then, suddenly, her head went down.
He said her name so quietly that he was surprised she could hear it. She looked up, smiled, and moved closer to him. She was so close to him that he could see deep into her eyes. Her deep, chocolate brown eyes. His breath got caught in his throat. Were they always this brown? Why had he never noticed before?
Placing one hand on his cheek, Hermione said, “Harry, I know you are going through so much right now. I am so scared for you. All that keeps running through my mind is that you’re going to be hurt or even-” she stopped, taking a deep breath, “-or even killed.”
“Mione,” Harry said, quickly hugging her. Her arms immediately wrapped around his back and her head buried itself in his chest. A scent of flowers filled his nose and he discovered it was coming from her hair, “I’m not going to lie to you. I can be killed.”
He pulled her face back up to look into her eyes. Her sweet, chocolate brown eyes. He felt a tingle in his stomach. Why was he feeling like this? He pushed those thoughts out of his head. “I’m going to promise you something, Mione. I’m going to promise you that I’ll do everything in my power to get myself through this tournament-for you. You’re the only one who believes me, Hermione. You’re my only motivation at the moment.”
“Ron supports you, Harry. You know he does.”
“He has a funny way of showing it, doesn’t he?” he replied, a little annoyed she brought Ron into this. His anger at her stopped, thought, when he looked back at her. “I didn’t mean that. I’m just frustrated.”
“He’ll come to his senses, Harry. Just give him some time.”
The way she was looking at him was intriguing. She had a curious look on her face that he just couldn’t quite figure out. Harry thought it was actually quite cute.
“Hermione?” he asked, backing away. “Are you ok?”
She stepped closer, pinning him against the wall. She put her hand on his cheek and he felt tingles spread under her hand. They were both staring into each other’s eyes. Neither could seem to stop. It was almost like an electric pull, pulling both of them into one another.
He had no idea what was going on. He just couldn’t seem to break away. He knew he had too, though, before either one of them did something they would regret later.
Before he knew what was going on, her lips were on his.
Their eyes closed. She kissed him slowly, softly, almost as if she was afraid to. Her lips felt so soft. Why was he not kissing her back?
He gently put his hands on the back of her head and started kissing her back. It was his first kiss ever and it was with his best friend.
His best friend.
She pulled away, breathing heavily, and stared at him in shock. He reopened his eyes and felt his stomach drop. Did he do something wrong? Is she regretting what just happened? He sure hopes not.
“Harry, I’m so sorry! I don’t know what came over me. Please-I’m sorry!”
“Hermione,” he started. She was backing up towards the door.
“I’m sorry, Harry.”
She quickly ran out of the owlery. Harry stood against the wall. He mind was working in overdrive. Why did she kiss him? Does she like him? Does he like her?
That kiss was incredible. His lips were still tingling from it. He wanted to kiss her again. Maybe if they kissed again they could figure out if they liked each other.
But would that ruin their friendship? Or would it become something more?
Hermione was so scared. Did she mean to kiss him? If she did, does she like him? There are so many unanswered questions. He needs to find her. Find her and ask if the kiss meant anything.
Hermione didn’t know what was going on. All she wanted to do was talk to Harry. She had no idea why she kissed him. All she remembers was staring into those beautiful green eyes then her lips were on his. What did this mean? Does she like him? He kissed back, so does he like her? There were just too many questions now.
She was running so fast down the steps of the owlery that she had no idea where she was going. She just had to get away.
Hopefully Harry isn’t mad at me.
Just as she was about to get down the last step she slipped and twisted her ankle. Biting her lip, she sat on the step and started to massage her foot.
This is just not my day.
She didn’t even have to turn around to know whose voice that was. He found her.
“Are you ok?” he asked, looking down at her. “Did you hurt your foot?”
“It’s nothing,” she said, still looking at her foot. He sat down next to her.
“Can I?” he asked, holding his hand out for her foot. She shook her head.
“I’m ok, really.”
He looked at her for a moment. “Hermione, back in the owlery-”
“-I’m sorry, Harry. It was a mistake.”
Her words hit him hard. A mistake? It did not feel like a mistake. It felt-right. Perfect, in fact.
He gently took hold of her foot while her head was turned and started massaging it. She sighed.
They remained silent for a moment. He continued to massage her foot while she stared out over the horizon. People were whispering as they passed by. Harry knew a rumor was bound to erupt but he didn’t care at the moment. All he cared about was fixing this.
“Where does this put us, Harry?”
He smiled and said, “In an awkward position.”
She laughed. Her laugh was like music to his ears. Why had he never noticed her before? Whatever it was, he had no idea where he got the courage to say the next words that came out, but he was glad they did.
“To me, Hermione, that wasn’t a mistake. It felt too right.”
Her head shot up and she looked at him. Her eyes were wide open in shock. Did he just say what she thought he said? Does he like her?
That kiss left her head reeling. Ever since her mind has been working in overdrive to figure out why she did it. She keeps asking herself is she likes Harry or if she just wasn’t thinking. In her heart she knew she loved Harry as a friend. Now these new feelings are starting to arise in her and she didn’t know what to do next.
“Hermione,” he said, pulling her head up to look at him, “please say something.”
“I’m so confused about everything right now, Harry. A simple talk turned into…you know,” she said, looking at the people around them. He nodded. “Was it as memorable for you as it was for me?”
“You’re my first kiss, you know.”
“You’re mine too,” she replied quietly.
“Why don’t we go out? Even if it doesn’t work out we could still be friends. But I can’t lose you, Hermione. I need you.”
She smiled. They both knew he’d probably be dead without her help. In reality, she couldn’t live without him, either.
“Let’s do it.”
He smiled and gave her a kiss on her cheek.
“C’mon, we need to get ready for class.”
Reality hit him. He was not ready to face all the students for being a champion. He was able to avoid everyone last night but now he’s unable to avoid everyone.
“I’m not ready for this,” he said. She turned to him.
“You knew you’d have to face them eventually.”
“I know. I’m just not ready.”
“Well,” she said, standing up and grabbing his hand, “you don’t have to face it alone. I’ll be standing right by your side and help you out.”
He smiled and followed her back to the castle. He was so glad Hermione believed him and is willing to help him out.