Harry and Hermione- Harmione Stories

Harry & Hermione's Beginning

I steal a glance at him, sitting next to me, studying the egg that he got from the dragon today. I was so worried when Harry disappeared behind the building, I could barely even breathe. I couldn't think straight, and I felt like I was going to faint. Afterwards, I questioned myself. Harry, Ron, and I have gone on plenty of adventures, and we've been in danger loads of times, and I had always been worried about them. I mean, they're my friends. But I had never reacted to that danger like I did today, and I started to wonder, do I like Harry more than a friend? For the last hour I've been thinking about it a lot, and I'm sure of it. I like Harry, and not as a friend. Much more than that.

    "Harry?" I say. I need to tell him. I feel like I'll burst if I don't.

    "Yeah? Is everything okay?" He asks. I blush, and look down at my hands before meeting his eyes again.

    "Harry, I... I um... I don't really know how to say this," Is my answer. I feel like an idiot. I'm never at a loss for words! I take pride in my big brain and my big vocabulary, but now I don't even know what to say. Nothing I have learned here or anywhere else has taught me how to say what I'm trying to say to him.

    "Is everything okay?" Harry repeats. I sigh and figure, if I'm going to say it, I should say it, and not beat around the bush.

    "Harry, I like you. More than a friend," I admit. The butterflies in my stomach are going crazy, and I feel like if my heart could beat any louder then they would hear it on the moon. Harry is quiet for a minute, and I don't know what to do. Does he not like me back? Does he hate me now? I don't know what I would do if he did. What would happen to Harry, Ron, and my friendship? Harry finally answers.

    "I think I do too," He whispers. A huge smile grows on my face, and he smiles back. I lean into him, and he hugs me. This moment feels so good, but now that that's over with we need to figure out this egg, and the tournament. I sit back up.

    "Right," I say matter-of-factly. "Now, we need to figure out what this egg means, or does. If we - or more specifically you - don't figure out what it does, then you will most likely have some problems in the future regarding the tournament." Harry just laughs.

    "What? You don't think figuring out the egg is important?" I ask, and he shakes his head.

    "I just think that its funny how fast you can switch mind sets. One minute we're having an series, emotional conversation, and the next you act like work is all that matters and you didn't just confess something huge." He explains. I blush.

    "Sorry," I mumble, embarrassed and looking down at the floor. He delicately lifts my chin up with his finger.

    "That's okay. I think it's sweet that you care enough to help me through this." I smile, and he smiles back and continues. "And honestly, I think it's a good thing that you're helping me. I've been staring at this bloody egg for hours, and I haven't figured out a thing!" He says, and I laugh.

    "Well maybe if you look at it this way, or perhaps you have to coat it in something, or put it in something..." We talk for hours about the egg, and each other, and I feel as happy as ever, even though we've got no idea if we're any closer than before. Eventually it gets really late, and I can barely keep my eyes open.

    "Harry, I think it's time to get some rest. I'm exhausted, and I would be surprised if you weren't as well," I yawn.

    "Yeah, I agree, Harry mumbles tiredly, and we both stand up. He pulls me into his embrace.

    "I'm so glad we both know our feelings for each other now. Your amazing, and I really wanted you to know that I liked you, but I didn't know how," He whispers. I smile.

    "I'm glad too," I start, but then don't know how to finish. It turns out I don't need to say anything, because Harry ends the conversation with a kiss. I'm surprised, but I kiss him right back, wondering if anything has ever felt so good and right, and if it ever will again. Harry pulls away, and I blush and kiss him quickly on the cheek.

    "Goodnight," I say, and then walk up the stairs to the girls dormitories. My limbs are tired and half-asleep as I trudge upstairs but my mind is fully awake after that kiss. That wonderful kiss. I lay down in my bed, and almost everyone else is asleep, except for Ginny.

    "So how'd it go?" Ginny asks me. Ginny has become one of my really good friends this year, and earlier today I had told her I was going to tell Harry that I liked him.

    "It went amazing! Fantastic! Brilliant!" I whisper shout to her.

    "Awesome! What happened?"

    "I told him I liked him, plan and simple, and he said - these are his exact words - I think I do too. Yay! And then we talked about the egg for a while, and then when we both got up to leave because it was getting late, he pulled me close to him and kissed me!" I exclaim, trying but failing to keep quiet. I'm too excited.

    "Did he kiss you on the cheek, or..." Ginny prompts me, and I smile.

    "Nope, he kissed me plain on the mouth! It was magical," I say dreamily, and then I yawn.

    "Amazing! Now, we should discuss this more in the morning, because I am extremely tired, and you look like you are too." She says. I nod.

    "Goodnight, Ginny, I say while climbing under my covers.

    "Goodnight," She replies, and goes to sleep almost immediately. I try to go to sleep, but even though I'm really tired, my mind is racing. Did all of that really just happen? Well of course it did, but it seemed too extraordinary for it to actually happen. I wonder if Harry is thinking about me now. I wonder if Harry told Ron. I almost shoot out of bed. Ron!

    What is Ron going to think of this? I remember when we were first years I suspected Ron had a crush on me. I thought he was over it, but now I really hope he is, if he ever did like me. I don't want our friendship to fall apart just because of my feelings. Maybe I was stupid to say that.

    I shake that thought out of my mind immediately. No. I wasn't stupid to do that. It felt amazing, and Harry likes me back. If I could go back and change something, I would change nothing. I go to sleep happy, and I dream of wonderful things and hope that all is well in the morning.