Author's Note:I had begun writing this chapter a few weeks ago, but I re-wrote it within twenty minutes and hopefully it's a bit better. Although I can't imagine that any chapter that was written in twenty minutes can be fantastic...Oh, and sorry for the long wait. And sorry if this sucks. And sorry for anything else that I might've missed. I just feel very apalogetic all of the sudden.

I Accidentally Kissed Harry Potter

Chapter Four: Tomatoes are Good Weapons

"That really wasn't necessary, Hermione!"

Harry's voice shouted at me from behind.

"Listen, I don't care about this Lewis kid. Let him tell everybody. I don't care. I won't go out with his sister. I think that I can handle a bit more than blackmail."

"Yeah, because you're Harry freaking Potter and you can handle anything!" I shouted angrily back, walking at a fast pace.

"You know I don't think that."

I really didn't know where the heck I was going. It just seemed appropriate to storm away from Harry and shout at him, after he said that he "can't imagine us going out". Who even says that to a girl?

"Hermione, it wasn't necessary for you to chuck at a tomato at my groin. Dean made jokes about me getting my p-- "

"Why are you following me, anyways?" I snapped, turning a corner, ignoring nosy third years that were glaring at us.

"I want to know why you're so ticked off at me all of the sudden."

I came to a halt and turned on my heels. Harry had been running so fast that he almost ran into me.

"You mention that you couldn't imagine us going out, and then I chuck a tomato at your groin. Can you not put the pieces together?"

Oh my God. I did not just say that out loud. If there was any doubt about me liking Harry, it was about as gone as Quill was...


I turned back and began running again. The moment Harry said my name, I heard the click of his brain that realized everything.

My school girl crush was no longer a secret. Well, that just sucks.

"Hermione, dammit! Stop!"

"No!" I shouted over my shoulder.

It was all really ridiculous. Harry Potter was chasing me down in Hogwarts with a red stain on the groin area of his school robes. Figures Dean would make fun of Harry getting his "period".

And after a few moments, who was I to run into but Lewis youth himself? This hellish situation was just getting really messed up. I wanted to run and hide somewhere. The Room of Requirement wasn't on this floor, though...

"Hermione! Hey, have you considered the -- " he began.

"Stop, Hermione, bloody hell you run fast!" Harry shouted, before I heard the near-skid of his shoes.

"Oh, hi, Lewis," I said plainly with a sigh.

Harry snickered. "You're Lewis?"

The boy nodded almost nervously.

"How dare you threaten Hermione like that!" Harry yelled, stepping towards him. "You just made us both run at top speed around the castle like mad people, you little -- "

"I-I just want m-my sister to be h-happy," Lewis explained shakily, cowering away from Harry.

I kind of just stood there, not sure whether to break up the tension, get scared of Harry's anger, or join in on the interesting situation.

"Well, kid, Hermione -- " he pointed to me, as if Lewis didn't already know who I was, " -- is like my sister," I internally hissed at the way Harry thought of me, wishing it were more..., "and I want her to be happy. Doesn't mean I blackmail people."

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, okay."

"Hermione, stay out of this," Harry snapped, not looking at me.

"You just said you want me to be happy. Well, chasing me around the castle and lecturing me about throwing a tomato at your -- "

"Can we discuss that later? Now's not such a good time. I don't know if you've noticed that. Plus, it's uncivilized to chuck tomatoes at people without their permission."

Permission? "Harry, may I please throw a tomato at your -- "

"Oh my God, no, Hermione! Listen, Lewis, if you tell anyone that I kissed Hermione, you will get hell from me, you got that? Hell."

He was that ashamed of kissing me? Or did I kiss him...? We really needed to sort these details out. Might as well be now.

"Did you kiss me?" I asked. "Or did I kiss you?"

"We'll talk about this later, Hermione," Harry said, his voice a little calmer. He glared at Lewis. "Hell."


"What was that?" I demanded as we were on our way back to the common room. We were both walking a bit too fast.

"What do you mean? I threatened the kid that blackmailed us."

"I'm not sure that's usually how it works," I said with a smirk. "And I want you to answer my question. Who kissed who?"

"Didn't you notice?"

"I was too busy noticing the actual kiss to realize what happened before that," I admitted quickly.

Harry sighed. "You kissed me. I think it might've been an accident, though. Like you kind of slipped or something...or maybe you didn't really mean it at the time...because you seemed rather, er, shocked."

I was silent for a few moments. I kissed him? And I was shocked? Oh. "You kissed me back."

"Did not," he argued.

"You so did," I mocked. "You kissed me back! That kiss would've been just a peck if you hadn't wanted that kiss to happen!"

A few people in various paintings were now paying vivid attention to our conversation. The gossiping was beginning amongst them already. I was too busy recognizing the ray of hope (Harry kissed me back!) to really care about the gossip at the moment.

Harry's cheeks turned red. "It was a one-time thing, Hermione."

"Don't even tell me that I was an experiment or something. I'm too smart to get fooled by that. Even if you keep defending that you didn't mean to kiss me back, your excuse wouldn't be that you were just trying something new. You wouldn't use me like that."

"Now that we've calmed down, I should probably get this stain off..." Harry said absently, not showing that he was paying attention to me.

We were getting closer to the common room now... "I can't believe you were so determined to not let everyone know about our kiss. I mean, it's not like I want to broadcast it myself, but you just really didn't want anyone to find out. That hurt me."

"Hurt you? Hermione, I was trying to protect you. God, and I thought you were the smart one..."

"What do you mean?"

"If the Death Eaters found out -- "

"Oh, don't even start with those bastards! Let them find out! I don't care."

"Hermione -- "

"Harry, you've got to learn to, like, live."

"Why are you, of all people, saying this?"

"Because I have a crush on you!" I yelled. "That's why! I don't care if the whole entire world knows it at this moment, because we're all kind of screwed anyways, to be completely honest."

"Nice, Hermione. Way to be a realist."

"I. Have. A. Crush. On. You," I repeated. "Am I going to get a response to that, or are you going to comment on my perspective of life again?"

"This is too much to deal with right now, Hermione. Let me sleep on it all, okay?"

I sighed. "Ugh, fine."

A few awkward seconds passed before Harry walked away.

"Stupid Y chromosome."

Author's Note: Sorry if it's short. I only promised that the next chapter of "Tears of a Mourning Bookworm" would be much longer -- and trust me, that chapter is going to be long, don't worry. I'm already, like, halfway through with writing it and stuff. Please review :) I reply to all reviews personally.