The kiss was brief. Hermione couldn’t even believe she had done it. She had been so confused lately. There was the undeniable attraction she felt towards Ron Weasley, even though she most oftentimes found him disgusting. There was the love and trust and, yes, attraction she felt towards Harry. And then there was the insane lust or love or something she felt towards that mad little blonde Ravenclaw, Luna Lovegood. And now she had kissed Harry Potter.
She hadn’t meant to, honest. But he had been so sweet after holding her while she cried about Ronald Weasley, that she couldn’t help herself. She had looked up, and through her tears had found his face so close to hers. His lips looked so kissable and his face was so handsome, she couldn’t help but bring her lips to his and press them together.
She had pulled back almost immediately, but the damage was done. She could tell he was shocked by her boldness, but why shouldn’t he be? He was in love with Ginny Weasley, and only saw Hermione as a sister.
So she had done the only thing she could have in that situation. She had ran.
Hermione had been avoiding everyone. Mostly Harry and Ron, but everyone else too. She couldn’t face Harry after what she had done, and she couldn’t stand the sight of Ronald Weasley trying to suck the face off of Lavender Brown. It disgusted her. Or at least it did for the first few days.
She had started to take all of her meals in the Hogwarts kitchens, being served by a hyperactive Dobby. For three days she avoided the Great Hall, and in those three days her feelings for Ron were fading fast.
She didn’t know what was going on, but only one thing made sense. Someone had given her a love potion, and had made her fall in love with Ronald Weasley. She didn’t know who, and she didn’t really care. When she figured it out, she was furious, however. She’d ended up in the Room of Requirement, where she had proceeded to blow dozens of dueling dummies to smithereens over the course of two hours.
Of course, when she had finally calmed down and had used the room to clean herself up a bit, who did she run into? Why, Luna Lovegood, of course!
Fan-bloody-tastic, she thought sarcastically as she stood up from where she had been knocked down after their collision. She managed to catch a glimpse of Luna doing the same thing, while simultaneously trying to pick up the books she had obviously been carrying.
“Geeze, Luna, are you okay?”
“Of course, Hermione Granger.”
Hermione brushed herself off. “You know you can just call me Hermione, right?”
Luna tilted her head to the side and looked at the brunette witch standing in front of her. “I guess I can, can’t I?”
Well, what the hell is that supposed to mean, then, Hermione grumbled to herself. Then she thought back to the dreams she had been having about the lithe little blonde in front of her, and had to fight off a blush.
Before she could excuse herself and avoid more potentially embarrassing situations, Luna spoke again, “It seems you’ve finally rid yourself of the whipping whompies, but the Nargle infestation has increased. What bothers you so, Hermione? Do you want to talk about it?”
Did she? No, she most decidedly did not want to talk about it. Especially with Luna who was a part of whatever was making her go insane.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Luna,” she said. “I’m fine, really.”
“So you don’t want to talk about your kiss with Harry?”
Hermione’s jaw dropped in shock. “H-how did you know about that?” She stuttered out.
“Oh, the Blibbering Humdingers told me.” Then Luna giggled seeing Hermione’s face turning red. “Harry told me, silly. He’s looking all over for you. But I don’t think you want him to find you, do you?”
“Why, why would he tell you?”
“He was pretty frantic, I don’t think he was thinking clearly. You should probably go find him. The Humdingers say that you’ll find him coming around the corner in just a minute.” With that, Luna skipped away towards the Ravenclaw common room, her work done.
Hermione watched Luna skip away, gobsmacked. What the hell was that all about? Her conversations with the lithe little blonde were always odd, but sometimes the girl just didn’t make any sense at all. She was brought out of her trance by the last voice she wanted to hear.
“Hermione! There you are!”
Hermione groaned. She didn’t want to do this. But she turned towards the voice and put a smile on her face.
The emerald-eyed wizard scowled at her. “Why are you avoiding me, Hermione?”
Oh, I don’t know, maybe because I kissed you and ruined our friendship, Hermione thought to herself snidely. Out loud she said, “I’m not avoiding you, Harry.”
“Well, good then, you won’t mind if we go have a talk, then would you?”
“Uh, actually, I need to get to the library before it closes,” Hermione said, not meeting her friend’s eyes.
“Hermione, the Library will be open for hours yet,” Harry said in exasperation. Now, will you stop avoiding me?”
Hermione stomped her foot. “Fine. I don’t know what there is to talk about anyways. You’re just going to let me down gently and tell me how you don’t feel anything for me, you know that way, and that you’re in love with Ginny. We can just pretend that you’ve said your piece and then go back to the way things were.”
She was breathing hard and looking anywhere except at Harry.
“That’s not what I was going to say,” Harry said.
“Wait, it wasn?” Hermione asked.
“No. I wasn’t going to say that I don’t have feelings for you. I’ve always had feelings for you. Well,” Harry paused, “maybe not always. I was eleven once. I’m not even sure I knew what a girl was at eleven.”
Against her will, Hermione giggled.
“Anyways, can we talk? I promise I’m not going to hurt you. But I really do think we should at least sit down and talk about what happened.”
“Fine,” Hermione responded reluctantly. She didn’t really know what they were going to talk about. She was as confused now as she had been since she had kissed her best friend days ago. Certainly talking to him was going to just lead to more confusion.
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