Harry is in love with Hermione. But she loves Ron. They are dating and Harry is jealous. Will she fall for Harry? Will she be heart broken by Ron? Only one way to find out.
A week had passed since Hermione's release from the hospital wing, and the atmosphere at Hogwarts seemed to have shifted. Students whispered in hushed tones about the incident, speculating about what had truly happened and who was to blame. But for me, the only thing that mattered was Hermione's well-being.
As I sat in potions class, trying to focus on Professor Slughorn's lecture, my thoughts kept drifting back to Hermione. When she walked into the classroom, a smile graced her lips, and my heart skipped a beat at the sight of her improved state. It was a relief to see her looking happier and healthier than she had been since the incident with the love potion.
To my surprise, Hermione made her way over to me and took a seat beside me. Her presence beside me filled me with a sense of warmth and comfort, easing the tension that had been building inside me ever since Ron's betrayal.
"Harry, can I talk to you after class?" she whispered, her voice soft and tentative.
"Sure," I whispered back, my heart racing with anticipation.
When the bell finally rang, signaling the end of class, Hermione wasted no time in pulling me aside. Instead of heading for a secluded corner of the common room, she led me into a small closet. I couldn't help but wonder why she had chosen such an unusual location for our conversation.
As she closed the door behind us, plunging the closet into darkness, my senses heightened, acutely aware of her presence in the confined space. Despite the lack of light, I could still make out the outline of her face, illuminated by the faint glow filtering in from under the door.
"So, Hermione, what do you want to talk about?" I began, my voice trailing off as she cut me off with a sudden movement.
Before I could react, her lips were on mine, her kiss urgent and demanding. I was taken aback by the intensity of her actions, my mind reeling with confusion and desire. She pressed me against the wall of the closet, her body flush against mine as she deepened the kiss.
Her hands roamed over my chest, sending sparks of pleasure coursing through me. I could feel the heat building between us, igniting a firestorm of passion that threatened to consume us both.
"Hermione, stop," I gasped, trying to push her away even as my body screamed for more.
"Why? You love me, and I love you," she whispered against my lips, her breath hot against my skin.
But even as her words sent shivers down my spine, doubt gnawed at the edges of my mind. Something didn't feel right, and I couldn't shake the feeling that this wasn't how things were supposed to be.
To be continued...
As the closet door creaked open, casting a sliver of light into the darkness, I knew that nothing would ever be the same again.
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