Confessions

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A/N: Thanks for still reading, here's a Draco doodle from the last chapter. Sorry for the inactivity, we forgot. Also wOAH #6 in the "Harmione" tag!

~Harry's P.O.V.~

Once potions passed and lunch rolled around, Hermione had grown increasingly agitated with me, and everyone around her.
"Hey, uh, Hermione?" I asked her gingerly.
"YES, Harry?!" Oh gosh.
"Uh, I'm wondering if telling them RIGHT NOW is the best idea..."
She looked calmer after I said that, and rightfully so. I DO have an awfully therapeutic voice. "Yes, yes, I think we should wait until AFTER lunch. Uhhh, maybe CHARMS, or, uh, HERBOLOGY, or, mmm, I don't know, uh, never?"
I knew she was nervous when she went on like an idiot.
"Hermione, it was your idea to tell them. We HAVE to tell them!"
Now, I didn't really believe this myself, but I had to do anything to calm her down, and to steer the conversation back to me.
"Now, can we talk about my hair today...?"
"Harry!" Hermione snapped.
I sighed. There seemed to be no getting out if this.
"Fine. You can tell them."
She gave me a look similar to a gargoyles. Obviously that was not the response she was hoping for.

~Hermione's P.O.V.~

Hesitantly, I walked up to Ginny the Pig (that was a fun little nickname I gave her).
"Hey Piggy, ah cough haaack, I mean Ginny. Could I inconvenience you enough to order you to the common room in, I don't know, seven minutes?"
Ginny gave me a suspicious glance. For a moment I thought I had a booger hanging out of my nose, but didn't have the chance to ask because she said, "Uh, sure."
Seven minutes later, Ginny was staring expectantly at me, waiting for me to ruin her life. I mean, she didn't know that, but I probably was going to.
"Uhhh," I started, sweating in all sorts of weird places.
"Ginny, I am... I am.. I am having explosive diarrhea, and I don't know what to do."
Ginny looked disgusted. "Ew, I don't know, take some x-lax or something."

After that event, I told Harry it had to be him. He whined for a bit, but after I said I'd give him a high-five he said he'd do it.
"Oi, Ron!" He yelled across the crowded Hall.
"No!" I yell-whispered. "What part of discreet don't you understand?!"
"That word was never uttered in our conversation."
At last, without being seen, Harry, Ronald, and I were uncomfortably crammed into a broom closet.
"Ron, your knee is poking me in the ear," I said.
"Uh, sorry." He moved so his butt was forcing my spine into an unnatural position.
"Ok, fam," said Harry.
"Yeh, man?" Asked Ron.
"I'm dating your sister..."
"Yeah. I know," Ron replied, confused.
"Well..."
"He's also dating me," I jumped in, not wanting Harry to get all the attention.
"Oh, erm, I kind of already knew that too."
"Haaahhh GAAAASSSPPPPP!" I gasped. "What in the great oogly moogly do you mean??"
"Uh, I mean, you weren't really being discreet or anything," Ron said.
"How dare you insult my discreetness, Ronald!" Harry replied, and proceeded to slap Ron.
"OW! Anyway, Harry, you can't do this to my sister."
"But I have for the past five weeks!."
Ron sighed, exasperated for some unknown reason. "The point is, either you tell her, or I do. That's a promise."
"Oh, Ron, don't be a ten year old girl," I said.
"Whatever."
After a good seven minutes, Ron worked himself out of the broom closet. "I will tell her," he told us before tripping over his robes.
Harry and I sat in silence. Suddenly he started high-fiveing me with passion.
"I don't care about Ginny. I want to high five you forever, Hermy."
"Oh, Harry," I gasped, overwhelmed by his words.
"I'll tell Ginny."
"No!" I said, surprising myself. "I will."
Harry shrugged. "Ok. I have to poop anyways."
We exited the closet, and parted ways. Harry to the nearest bathroom, and me to the common room, where I would contemplate my next move.

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