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CHAPTER TEN – Hermione

She was completely confused. Completely.

When she was a young girl she had always liked Harry. He was kind, cute, and smart, and he was also her friend. Then she set that aside when she knew it would never happen and started to unintentionally like Ron, because even if he made her beyond angry at times, he was still funny and ridiculous and he was her friend. Then Ron left them a few weeks ago and things had changed; Harry had shown an interest and her old feelings for him had come rushing back. Now Ron was back again and he had told that nice story about hearing her voice and coming to find her and Harry, and she was confused. They were both her friends, she liked them both as more than friends, they both liked her (though Ron didn't know that Harry liked Hermione and that Hermione reciprocated those feelings) and she was supposed to choose one? How could she possibly decide? It was so difficult and she didn't know what to do, especially since choosing one would probably mean losing the other as a friend.

As of right now her life officially stunk.

She was sitting outside with a book sitting uselessly in her lap, staring at the forest around her trying to figure out what to do. She would have been sitting on her bed, but with Harry and Ron in there it wouldn't really help matters.

Hearing the crunching of boots coming toward her, Hermione glanced over to where the sound was coming from and saw that it was Harry. Smiling slightly, he sat down beside her, leaning back against the tree trunk she sat in front of.

"You alright?"

Looking away from him she ran a hand through her hair and let out a breath. "Not really." She laughed without humour.

He nodded in understanding and took her hand, playing with her fingers. While it felt nice, she knew they shouldn't do anything with Ron around, and so she pulled her hand away.

His brows furrowed, his hand fell limply back to his side. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. I just don't think it's a good idea to do anything with Ron around, that's all."

"Right. How are you doing with that?"

"Not as well as I thought I would." Covering her face with her hands she whispered, "I'm so confused."

After a moment Harry pulled her hands away from her face. Using one of his hands he gently turned her face toward him. "I'm pretty sure I can help with that."

Gently placing his hands on both her cheeks he looked into her eyes, and she swore that in that moment she had never seen anything more beautiful than that bright blue colour. As he looked down to her lips his dark lashes fanned his cheeks slightly and she really wanted him to just lean in already!

As he did, though, Hermione remembered what she had promised herself: she wasn't going to kiss Harry again. It had been a mistake the first couple of times and she wasn't going to let him do it again and completely ruin their friendship.

Harry's lips were an inch away when Hermione put a firm hand on his chest and halted his progression. Harry's closing eyes opened abruptly and he looked down at her as if to ask, "What are you doing?"

"No, Harry, we can't." Having said this she stood and began to walk back to the tent. She really didn't want to be alone with Ron right now – she was still angry with him and confused about everything - but it was better than being alone with Harry, who was tempting her to break her promise to herself just by looking at her.

When she was almost back to the tent she felt a hand close around her wrist and she was suddenly pulled to the right, behind a tree and out of view of the tent. Pressed firmly against the trunk of the tree Hermione looked up into a pair of bright blue eyes that were already looking down at her.

"Look, Hermione, I'm sorry. I know you don't want Ron to find out, and neither do I. I shouldn't have done that."

She shook her head, casting her eyes to the ground below them. "No no, it's alright. I'm just really confused right now and don't really know what to do. It's not your fault."

Placing a tender kiss against the underside of Hermione's jaw, Harry asked, "So I'm forgiven?"

Hermione wanted to tell him to be a man and kiss her on the lips, but she knew she shouldn't because that would be breaking her promise, and she didn't want to do that. Plus, they really weren't all that far from the tent and there was the very real possibility that Ron could catch them, even hidden behind the tree as they were. So instead she simply told Harry, "Yes."

Smiling like he had won a medal for something, Harry replied, "Good" and leaned in.

Just as he got within an inch of her lips Hermione stopped him with a hand on his chest once again. Harry pulled back and looked down at her incredulously, eyebrows raised.

Leaning up to where he had pulled back, Hermione got within a few centimeters of his mouth, making them closer than they had been before she'd stopped Harry. She smiled mischievously and breathed against his lips, "Not going to happen, Potter. Only in your dreams."

And that was how Hermione Granger found herself pulling away and saucily walking away from an astonished Harry Potter, his jaw practically on the ground. Granger: 1, Potter: 0.

This was going to be fun.