A loud pounding wakes Hermione from her deep slumber. She quickly pulls on a robe, then opens the door.
One look at him, and she knows that Harry is drunk. He's clutching an almost empty bottle of firewhiskey like it was his lifeline.
"Were we in love?"
"Harry..."
"Maybe we should have been. You were always there, more than anyone. We were alone in that tent, Hermione. Do you ever think about what could have happened?" He takes another swig from the bottle, but his eyes never leave hers.
"But I'm with Ron and you-you're with Ginny," Hermione says softly. She knows that it is no use arguing with a drunk man, but somehow she has to say something. Something to make her feel like she's not being disloyal.
He kisses her. It's a sloppy, wet and warm kiss, over almost as soon as it begins.
"I wish I could have loved you," he whispers hoarsely.
In the morning, they will pretend like it never happened.
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One look at him, and she knows that Harry is drunk. He's clutching an almost empty bottle of firewhiskey like it was his lifeline.
"Were we in love?"
"Harry..."
"Maybe we should have been. You were always there, more than anyone. We were alone in that tent, Hermione. Do you ever think about what could have happened?" He takes another swig from the bottle, but his eyes never leave hers.
"But I'm with Ron and you-you're with Ginny," Hermione says softly. She knows that it is no use arguing with a drunk man, but somehow she has to say something. Something to make her feel like she's not being disloyal.
He kisses her. It's a sloppy, wet and warm kiss, over almost as soon as it begins.
"I wish I could have loved you," he whispers hoarsely.
In the morning, they will pretend like it never happened.