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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Hermione_Granger/Harry_Potter
  Character:
      Hermione_Granger, Harry_Potter, Ron_Weasley, Sirius_Black, Remus_Lupin
  Additional Tags:
      Teen_Pregnancy, Teen_Romance
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-09-10 Chapters: 1/? Words: 1227
****** How To Tell You! ******
by TheFandomIdjit
Summary
     Harry is having trouble with his emotions, he has secretly been in
     love with Hermione since their first year and now here they are
     fixing to start thier fifth term at Hogwarts and Harry still hasn't
     told Hermione how he feels, Harry is afraid that she won't feel the
     same way he does.
     Will Harry ever find the courage to Tell Hermione how he feels? Or
     will he continue to hide in for the sake of their friendship? Will
     Hermione feel the same or will she reject Harry? Can thier friendship
     survive Harry's romantic feelings torwards Hermione or will it fall
     apart at the seams? And Will Ron still stick by Harry if he found out
     that Harry was crazy for thier best friend Hermione or will Ron be
     disgusted and decide to leave him? iS THERE ANYONE OUT THERE that
     Harry can talk to about love without fearing the possibility of being
     judged for it?
He swallows hard as he stares at the beautiful blond that stood across the room
dancing with Viktor Krum. Secretly Harry was jealous, he wished that Hermione
would dance with him that way. Would look at him with those beautiful eyes the
way she was doing Krum. But nobody not even Ron knew what he had struggled for
so long to hold back. Nobody knew that for the last four years he had kept a
secret from them all, or that Harry had always from the day they had knocked
out the huge mountain troll together secretly held a deep romantic attraction
for Hermione. No not attraction, Harry knew that even if he was only fifteen he
was in love with his best friend Hermione Granger.
He sprang awake panting heavily like a dog, it had been a dream, why was it
that he couldn't stop dreaming about Hermione? He wondered, then reasoned well
at least he wasn't dreaming about that Graveyard anymore. Dreaming about
Hermione was at least a slightly more welcome change, but it was no less tiring
then the graveyard. Here he was the boy who lived, The boy who had beaten
Voldemort not one but four times since had been a baby, and now he was the boy
who was afraid of his own feelings. But it was about more then just a dream.
This was way more personal then that.
These feelings, these dreams if anyone ever found out that he was harboring
feelings for Hermione, it could be the end of the friendship between all three
of them. Ron could end up being disgusted with them and could imagine what he
would say-'dude, she's our best friend, she's almost like our sister, you can't
fall for Hermione are you mad?' Harry sighed and almots had to admit that Ron
would probably be right, maybe he was Mad to be in love with His own best
friend. And what About Hermione she could almost imagine what she would say too
'you think your in love with me, EW, Yuck, stay away from me I can't date you i
prefer Krum! If you like me that way then we can't be friends anymore!' Harry
groaned even worst over that thought, that was the one thing he would never be
able to stand.
Harry figured he could handle being rejected but he could never handle losing
both of his best friends, no it would be best for all three of them if he
remained silent and kept his feelings to himself. Harry again gave a sigh and
wished at that moment that he had a dad, somebody to talk to about these type
of things, somebody who would understand what He was going through, somebody
that wouldn't judge him no matter what he said, somebody that wouldn't and
couldn't hate him no matter what he said to him. He needed to get this off his
chest tell somebody that would never hate him, before he did something stupid
like tell somebody that would hate or leave him or worst ruin a four year
friendship over feelings that he could very easily keep wrapped up and hidden.
Harry decided to think about it some more in the morning, but at the moment it
was still only one oclock. He snuggled back under his blankets and slipped back
into sleep.
He again dreampt of Hermione but this time he was dreaming of Hermione reading
an article that Rita Skeeter had written about how Harry and Hermione possibly
being a thing, and Hermione was laughing at the article, Harry could only stare
at her, and fight to keep a streight face as he struggled very hard not to cry,
it hurt it really did hurt that Hermione had laughed at the idea that Harry
could like her that way. When in fact Harry really did have feelings for her.
What neither Ron or Hermione knew was how Harry had later that same night cried
himself to sleep over it. Hermione thought it was rubbish that it was ridiculas
that Harry could love or care for her that way, if she thought that, then that
could only possibly mean that she had no feelings like that for him. He was
truly and really alone in his feelings, to Harry it meant it was a one way
street, and Harry knew fully well it took two to tango but only one to screw up
a friendship.
Again he woke with a start, and found himself heartsick really wanting badly to
have a dad he could talk to about his feelings, about his emotions, that he had
somebody he could talk to about girls.
Just at that moment his snowy white owl appeared in the window and soared down
clicking her beak at him more then likely telling him that she was hungry and
wanting breakfast. Harry laughed and got out of bed to find some owl pellets to
give him until it was time to scrounge up breakfast and something more solid
for his bird.
That's when his eyes fell upon a parchment attatched to her leg. Harry really
laughed at himself for not noticing this, he pulled the parchment off her leg
and read it slowly, but all it said was 'Keep your nose clean, see you soon!'
Harry gasped why hadn't he thought of it before.
"Sirius!" he whispered excitedly. "Sirius Black was Harry's Godfather, and was
the closest thing Harry had to a real father, and Harry was certain no matter
what he said to him, no matter how crazy Harry might sound, Sirius would never
ever hate Harry, He was certain that Sirius would love and care about him no
matter what he admitted to him, and Sirius might very easily have some advice
for him about how to handle his situation, his feelings for Hermione!
He sat down and started writing his letter carefully to Sirius.
Padfoot-
I'm writing hoping you can help me with some advice about something, you see I
find that i have a bit of a crush on a girl, and I'm not exactly sure how to
proceed with them what to do with them. I'm not sure how to make sure it
doesn't ruin the friendship that i already have with this girl, I really like
her, and i'm not sure what to do about it! padfoot if you have any advice it
would really help a lot! Thanks in advance.
-Harry.
He then attached the letter to Hedwig's foot and tossed her out the window,
feeling slightly better already for the moment. If anyone could help him
without asking questions about who his crush was and without judging him it
would be Sirius who had lived with Harry's father long enough to be used to
dealing with his father, when he father had first tried to court and be with
his mother Lily!
He then threw on his clothes for the day and headed down stairs to head to park
for a couple of hours. If worst came to shove Harry could always write his
feelings down in a letter and send it to Hermione then if she rejected him it
would be in private in an owl and he would know what to expect when they saw
each other when ever they decided to send for him.
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