It was really late and Hermione knew it. She lay her bed thinking. She had been doing it a lot lately.
"I should tell them," she thought to herself,"they're going to find out soon enough."
Hermione was thinking about her two best friends, Ron Weasley and Harry Potter. Harry was really a remarkable person; he had escaped an attack from the most feared wizard of the age with nothing but an annoying scar. Ron was the exact opposite. The only thing remotely remarkable about ron was that he always seemed to say the wrong thing at an even worse time.
"We've known each other for three years now, I should be able to tell them," she thought, trying to conqour her fear of telling two of the most important people in her life something that might tear there friendship apart. Ever since the end of there third year at Hogwarts, Hermione had been in a really tough spot. Yes, she knew more than any other person in her year, but she didn't know how to deal with this. She liked her two best friends as more than just friends.
"I'll tell them in the morning, I've got to tell them sooner or later,"
Chapter 2
The next morning, Hermione woke up before the sun even rose. Although she hadn't gotten to sleep until very late, she didn't want to sleep in this morning. It was a saturday, which meant no classes for the day. And Harry didn't have any quidditch practice, so it would be the perfect time to tell them. She was determined to do it today.
She got dressed and went down to the common room to look for Ron and Harry, but she didn't think that either of them would be there. To her great suprise, both of them were there, sitting by the fireplace in there favorite seats. It seemed almost like they were waiting for her. She went over to the fireplace, and sat down in her favorite seat.
"We were wondering when you'd be down here," Harry said immediately, as Hermione made herself comfortable in the seat.
"What do you mean?" Hermione asked honestly. She had no idea what was going on, only that she needed to find out, and soon.
"We know you've been wanting to talk to us, Hermione, it was really obvious, we just couldn't figure out what you wanted to talk to us about," Ron seemed almost as confused as Hermione was, but at least he knew why they were down there in the first place.
"Well," Hermione began, trying to find the words, with very little success," I do have something I've been needing to tell the both of you."
"Well, was is it,"Ron replied, starting to get a little annoyed that she hadn't already said what she was there to say.
"Well, I like you...both of you."
