Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter
A/N: This was inspired by darkspyro…so, it's dedicated to you sweetie! Thanks heaps for the idea!
I've always been scared of small, confined spaces. I don't really know why… I guess I just like wide open spaces instead.
Things like closets scare me. I mean being inside them with no light, all alone. I feel as if the walls are going to cave in on me and I'll die or something. It's a really odd feeling… really scary too.
But one person changed all that. He made me see closets aren't so bad…
"Harry he's coming!" Hermione whispered furiously at her best friend.
"Shit," he muttered, looking around wildly for somewhere to hide. He knew all the doors to the classrooms were locked, so they weren't any use. "Closet," he whispered, grabbing Hermione's hand and pulling her towards it.
"No!" she almost shrieked and trying to back away from it.
"Hermione come on!" he whispered angrily at her. "This is no time to get all scared about a small space!"
Hermione whimpered as Harry dragged her over to the closet, opened it and climbed in. "I hate you," she whispered, glaring at him as she stepped in after him.
"No you don't," he said closing the door behind her.
Hermione looked around the closet and shivered. "I don't like it in here," she whispered, leaning against the back of the closet.
"It'll be ok," Harry whispered back, peering through the small slits in the closet doors.
"No I really don't like it in here!" she whispered, her voice beginning to get louder.
"Be quiet Hermione!" Harry said in an undertone. "He's almost here."
Hermione whimpered and said, "I'm not doing well Harry!"
"Shh!" he whispered, moving over to her so he could clamp his hand over her mouth.
She squealed softly and began to struggle.
And that was when Harry made a very important decision.
He kissed her.
Hard on the lips.
She stopped struggling and allowed him to pull her closer, deepening the kiss. It only ended when they heard Filch and Mrs Norris outside the closet, Filch speaking to his cat softly.
"Come my sweet, there's nothing in that closet. Just a lot of old brooms."
"I hate you Harry Potter," Hermione whispered once they were both sure that Filch had gone.
"Why on earth do you hate me now?" he asked in surprise.
"You kissed me to shut me up," she hissed angrily.
"Who said that?" he asked softly, looking down into her eyes.
She opened her mouth but nothing came out.
He smiled at her and said, "I would never kiss you just to shut you up."
"Oh," she said softly. "Well, you can do it again then," she said with a small grin.
He smirked at her and leant down, but before kissing her again said, "Don't you want to get out of here?"
"No way," she whispered, pulling him back on top of her again.
And that is the story of how I overcame my claustrophobia. And let me tell you, it was a wonderful way to overcome it.
A/N: Ahh short but sweet… I think lol. Didja like it? Tell me in a review!