Broken- A Harry Potter Fanfic

Chapter 28: Who Am I?

Harry didn't know what was happening to him. He felt so many of those stupid feelings that only ruined lives. And they were all jumbled up, so he couldn't tell one emotion from the other. He was just one big, emotional mess.

He didn't leave his bed the entire day, he just sat and tried to think about everything. He thought about a certain blond more than he would have liked to admit. It was the thing between him and Hermione that confused him the most. It bothered him, and he just didn't know why. He was almost...jealous.

Harry shot up from where he was lying on the bed. His eyes were so wide, anyone watching might have thought they were going to explode. It couldn't be...he wouldn't...he couldn't...did he like Hermione?

It didn't make any sense. Sure, she was a beautiful girl, but he'd always thought their relationship was more of a brother-sister thing, like with Ginny. But if he felt like that, it was going to ruin everything, with both Hermione and Draco. 

Harry had to keep telling himself to calm down as he walked to Gryffindor tower. He was just being crazy, he told himself. He knew, deep down, that Hermione wasn't the problem, but he continued anyway. Finally, a familiar portrait came into view, and it was only then that he realized he didn't have the password.

After much persuasion and flattery, the Fat Lady allowed the other Gryffindor in. He walked into the familiar common room, heads turning toward him. "Is Ginny here?" A small girl with chestnut colored hair, most likely a third year, nodded slowly.

"She's in her dorm."

"Does anyone mind getting her for me?" A different girl stood up, and left to get her. Harry looked around the room, before his eyes locked with someone who had been staring at Harry since he walked in. And suddenly Harry felt like the worst person to ever walk the planet. Even after he was walked out with Ginny, he couldn't shake the look on Dennis Creevy's face from his mind.

"Want to go outside?" Harry nodded, and the two began their walk. They walked in silence, though it wasn't awkward or uncomfortable. Finally, they were outside, the fresh air immediately making the raven-haired boy feel more relaxed. 

The two stopped under a tree, Harry instantly sitting against it's trunk. "I think I like her," he said weakly, and a bit shakily.

"Who?" Ginny asked, taking a seat next to him.

"Hermione." He looked to see her reaction, and sure enough, pure shock was written across her face.

"Are you sure?" Harry shook his head.

"No, but she was telling me about how she likes Draco, and I got really jealous. That has to mean something, right?" Ginny paused, before realization struck her like a kick in the head.

"Harry, I don't think you like Hermione. And I also know for a fact that she does not like Draco."

"How do you know she doesn't?"

"Because she's dating Pansy." Harry's mouth dropped open, though he wasn't jealous anymore. In fact, he felt a whole lot better knowing she didn't like Draco. 

"Then why would she say that?"

"My guess was to make you jealous, and it obviously worked."

" But why would she want me to feel jealous if- oh."

"Harry, when you're with Draco, do you feel like there are millions of butterflies flying around in your chest. Does your skin tingle at every touch? Does he make you smile, make you feel...alive?"

Harry gave a small, weak nod.

"Harry, I don't think you like Hermione," she repeated.

"Does this mean I'm gay?"