This year was entirely too complicated. Everything was different, and Harry was messing everything up, and on top of it, NEWT level classes were harder than any magic that Harry had ever done before. If he didn’t turn things around in Charms soon, he would be kicked out of the class or something. The dark haired boy was pretty sure they could do that once you were past the OWL level.
As a result, when he finally stumbled into the common room from the library on his one evening with no obligations this week, he was in a world all his own. His hair was even messier than normal, his tie was undone, his clothes were disheveled. It looked like he had run a race or lost a small fight. So he should have remembered Ginny’s warning when Hermione grabbed him and steered him up to his dorm, but it was honestly the last thing on his mind. The door closed behind him and he had no idea what was going on.
Then her lips were pressed against his, and he was stepping back in shock before he even really knew what was happening. He managed to stumble all the way back to his bed and sit down before he realized how bad that must look.
“Okay,” he said embarrassedly, “obviously I don’t feel the same way about you that you feel about me.” Harry really just wanted everything to go back to the way it was last year, before they had gone to the Ministry and everything had spun out of control. Too much had happened since then, and things would never be the same. Still, that didn’t mean that they had to be bad.
He patted the bed next to him. “Come sit with me. Let’s talk about this. I don’t want to do anything to hurt the amazing friendship we have.”