Harry was too addled to answer Hermione’s question when the kiss finally ended. He looked down, his shoes suddenly very interesting to him, as he tried to come up a reason. Well, a reason he could admit, that is.
He hadn’t come up with one by the time Hermione asked him the second question. He was tempted to try and get out of answering it but there really didn’t seem like there was any way. He couldn’t lie; Gryffindors didn’t behave that way! Harry looked up at Hermione and nodded. “I’ve been wanting to…kiss you for a while now,” he admitted.
He really didn’t know what it all meant. Liking girls was very new territory so he didn’t even try to explain it because he couldn’t figure it out himself.
“I’m sorry if…you didn’t want me to,” Harry said softly, fearing he had made a terrible mistake.