Eventful Detention 3

Eventful Detention Chapter 3

Harry wanted so badly to talk to someone about how he felt. Hermione would probably be the best choice. She wasn’t the type to judge people like Ron was.

He entered the Gryffindor Dormitory and looked around for the curly haired brunette. There she was, sitting in the comfy chair with a lamp above her, reading another strange book. He walked over and put his hand on the book, obscuring Hermione’s vision.

“Ron, would you cut it out?” She puffed and looked up, gasping a bit.

“Oh! Sorry Harry.” She set the book down and smiled warmly.

“What’s up?”

“I, um, I need to speak with you…in private.”

“Do you want me to get Ron?”

“No…just you.” Startled at the answer, Hermione became curious. Her eyes narrowed and stared at Harry’s flushed face.

“Does this have something to do with your detention?”

“Stop asking questions and move, Hermione.” The two friends left the Gryffindor common room and left to go to the library. In an unoccupied section of the library filled with Hogwarts history and past witches and wizards that went to it, the two conversed.

“I’m going to tell you something very private, okay?”

“Okay.”

‘That means you can’t tell anyone.”

Hermione puffed up in annoyance. “Harry, I don’t tell people other people’s secrets. I can’t believe you’d…”

“Okay, okay, drop it.” Harry sighed. “I’m really confused about myself and I need your help.” Hermione gave him a quizzical look.

“…I think I’m gay.” Harry looked down, suddenly feeling ashamed about his feelings. The curly brunette blushed a bit in shock, eyes wide and mouth open. It took a couple seconds to compose herself, but once she did, she rested a hand on his shoulder in comfort.

“Well, if you know, then what do you need my help with?” They both took a seat on the floor, getting comfortable for the discussion to come.

“I said I ‘think’ I’m gay…I don’t really know.”

“…If I’m going to help you, I’m going to need more information than that…Is it okay if I ask questions?”

Harry nodded. “Yes, of course.”

“Why do you think you’re gay? What triggered this idea?”

Harry took a long breath. “…Professor Snape isn’t the one overseeing my detention and he appointed someone else to watch me. At first, he acted mean, but then he changed…He became very…seductive and he…he kissed me…”

“Who?” Hermione asked, but Harry kept on rambling.

“He kissed me and I didn’t push him away…it felt so good, his body was so close to mine, oh God, his breath on my ear, and I tried to kiss him again, but the next thing I knew he was gone and I…”

“Harry, who?” Harry quieted down.

“I don’t want to say yet…Do you think it was because no one’s ever been as close to me as he was...or kissed me like that?...Hermione, I’m gonna ask you something.”

Harry’s hand grabbed Hermione’s and squeezed.

“H-Harry, what are you…”

“I’m asking this as a friend and nothing more…Can I kiss you?” Hermione’s eyes shot open and she jerked her hand away.

“What?!” She half whispered, half shouted. She did not expect him to say that at all!

“Please. I need to know if it really was him or…my male hormones or something like that. I need to know if I feel the same way kissing anyone as kissing him. Please Hermione, I can’t ask anyone else.” Hermione blushed, but the shock on her face melted away and she nodded.

“Thank you.” He said quietly as he leaned in, lips caressing Hermione’s, a warm hand cupping her face. It ended almost as quickly as it began and Harry let go of her completely. The two just stared at each other until Hermione built up the courage to speak.

“S-So?” Harry shook his head.

“Are you ready to tell me who this ‘him’ is?” Harry chuckled and helped Hermione to her feet.

“No, not until I know he likes me back.”

“But I thought he kissed you?”

Harry blushed. “He did and I tried to confront him today, but he didn’t say anything. Do you think I should ask him tomorrow?”

“Of course you should, besides I really want to know who it is.” She gave him a smile as they silently left the library.

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A.N: For all who hated the whole Hermione/Harry thing…Gomen nasai!!!(I’m very sorry!!!) I didn’t want Harry to know his sexual preference; I wanted him to doubt himself. It was a one time thing and it’ll never happen again in this story.