ONESHOTS | harmione

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Ever since Hermione's outburst, she had been distancing herself from Harry, much to his protest. The raven-haired boy had been trailing after her for days, hoping that finally, he would get a chance to tell her the truth. However, every time Harry got close to talking to her, Hermione would make some lame excuse to leave; such as forgetting that they had homework due.

"Hermione!" Harry called, jogging up to stand beside her. Nonetheless, the brunette remained silent, fearing that if she let him explain, she'd break even more.

"I'm busy—" Hermione hissed, as the boy came to a quick halt beside her. The curly-headed girl turned away from him, trudging in the opposite direction.

"We both know that you aren't busy, Mione! Did you actually think that I would believe that?" Harry bitterly laughed, wrapping his hand around her small wrist.

"Another time..." She whispered, attempting to yank her wrist away from him, but to her dismay, she failed.

"Hermione, what other time? If I let you run away again, who knows when I'll manage to speak to you again!" Harry mumbled, pulling her closer to him so that she was only a few inches away.

"I don't want to hear it!" The brunette scoffed, adverting her eyes from Harry's, and instead to the pile of books in her arms.

"Please, Mione—" He pleaded, obliviously rubbing soft circles on her arm. "—just let me explain."

Hermione returned her gaze to him, gulping as she felt fireworks erupting from her stomach; he likes Cho, remember?

"Fine..." She muttered, allowing him to pull her inside a small, empty classroom.

Once inside of the classroom, Harry sat down, pulling the brunette along beside him.

"Harry—" Hermione started; her voice was softer than a whisper. "—what's there to talk about? I told you how I felt and you chose Cho, it's pretty simple."

He could hear the hurt in her voice, making Harry gulp. "No, I was going to tell you that I don't like Cho, nor do I chose her over you! But every time I start to tell you the truth, you leave."

Hermione suddenly felt like an idiot; she had been avoiding Harry when in reality he wasn't going to reject her. "Really?"

"Yes, Hermione, it's always been you." He mumbled, tightly pulling her in his warm embrace. She remained silent, wrapping herself up in his arms, and resting her head softly against his chest.

"Cho was just a distraction..." Harry whispered into her ear, letting out a quiet sigh.

"Yeah-" Hermione scoffed; Harry could hear her laughter against his chest, making him smile as she softly shook in his arms. "—because that makes me feel a whole lot better."

"I'm sorry..." The raven-haired boy snickered, fondling her back. His hands smoothly brushed over Hermione's jumper as he spoke, calming her. "But, I think I might know something that will cheer you up."

"Do you now?" She teased, pulling away from his protective arms and gazing into his eyes. However, Hermione saw no traces of laughter, befuddling her.

"I'm serious-" Harry deadpanned, playfully rolling his eyes as the brunette broke into a fit of giggles.

"No, you're not! You're Harry, silly!" She exclaimed, attempting to lighten the mood, for she was greatly confused by the boy's sudden change in demeanor.

"Hermione-" Harry warned, placing his hand gingerly on her shoulder. He watched as Hermione's eyes drifted back and forth from his hand to his face.

"Fine, I'll be serious too..." She muttered, trying her hardest to stifle her laughter.

Harry chuckled upon watching her; it was a rare occasion to find Hermione in such a mood. Together, they loudly began to laugh, feeling an immense feeling of bliss as they leaned against each other for support.

"You're so great, I-I love you!" Harry snickered, but Hermione stopped laughing, her chocolate brown eyes widening.

"W-What did you say?" She murmured, her eyes meeting his for a brief moment before looking away.

"I said 'you're so great,' and then I just stopped talking." He choked out, gulping as he saw her expression falter.

"No-" Hermione whimpered, a smile pulling at her pale, pink lips. "You said 'I love you."

"No, no I didn't! Honestly, Mione, I think you're hearing things."

"Yes, you did!" She giggled, raising his chin softly with her index finger so that he was looking at. "And I love you too."

He grinned, pulling her into his arms, and wrapping his arms around her small waist. Harry began to plant feathery kisses against the side of her head, eventually reaching her lips. Hermione's hands traveled to the side of his face, carefully pressing his lips against hers.

The kiss was soft; almost like Harry was terrified that he'd break her if he was too rough; almost like she was a lovely flower, much too beautiful and innocent for the rest of the world. Backing away from Harry, Hermione rested her forehead against his, her hands trailing down towards his shoulders.

He pulled her body closer to his, engulfing his arms tightly around her back as she leaned into his chest. For minutes, the couple just remained silent, enjoying each other's company. They were together again, just like always.