Miranda mumbled to herself for a couple of seconds before replying. "Yes, he would have. Harry had never been told he was loved. At least, he doesn't remember it anyway. His mother and father said it quite often," Miranda shook her head before she glared at Hermione again. "If you had brought that word out...LOVE...he would have given you a small kiss."
"Oh, I didn't know."
The Goddess of Love rolled her eyes. "They never know. I can hit them with a stick with the word 'LOVE' written on it, and they still never know," She muttered. She then look back at Harry and Hermione, "And that second year..."
Harry had opened his mouth to say something.
"No, kissing someone when they are petrified does not count," Miranda said to him. "They have to KNOW they're being kissed."
Hermione whirled around to face Harry. "You kissed me when I was petrified?"
Harry blushed as he nodded. "I...uh…well all the fairy tales said if you kiss the beautiful girl she wakes up...so...I thought maybe if I kissed you..." Harry shrugged as his blush grew deeper, remembering that time when he was so young. "I...I know it was stupid but...I shouldn't have. I'm sorry."
Hermione smiled at Harry. "Don't be. I just wished I had known."
"What good would that have done?" Miranda asked, "A month later you rushed into his arms when you were unpetrified, and I thought for sure the kiss was coming, but no, not a single bloody kiss."
"We were in front of Ron and the whole Great Hall," Harry exclaimed.
"Oh, don't get me started on the red heads, either of them. Just don't go there," Miranda said with a glare.
"Ron and who? Ginny?" Harry asked.
"Yes, those two, but I'll come back to them in a few minutes," Miranda said. "Now where was I? Oh yes, third year, that incident with the broom. If that stupid red-headed idiot hadn't blown it out of proportion, your anger at Hermione would have went away very shortly. You'd have realized that it was her caring for you that led her to tell McGonagall. I had a wonderful get back together plan that would have had you two sharing that first kiss. But, no, blast it. I was foiled again by the walking red-headed stomach. Then later, when you were off trying to rescue the hippogriff and Sirius; you had so many chances. I had my bottle of champagne ready to go…but no," She ran her fingers through her hair before she continued. "I ended up ripping eight handfuls of hair out that night AND smashing the bottle of champagne on the floor," She glared at them again. "And it was bloody good champagne."
"Why do you keep insulting Ron?" Harry asked. "He's been a good friend."
"Really? A good friend? He has single handedly - well he, his sister and that silver-bearded manipulator - kept you from achieving your soul mate and your potential, but we'll get back to them in a while," Miranda said. "Now, fourth year; ah, yes, the Triwizard tournament. I celebrated for hours when that 'friend'," Miranda's voice dripped in sarcasm at the word, "left you. Finally, I had you two together. How many hours did you spend together during that time? But this time I blame you, Hermione. You pushed Harry too much into the Library. If you had just spent a little more social time with him, he would have got his mind off of that Cho person and onto you…AAARRGGGGHHHH" Miranda hands had reached up to her hair before she regained her composure. "Then there was the Yule Ball. I am not even going to comment on that one. But I bet you feel foolish now in not asking Hermione, don't you, Harry?"
Harry looked over at Hermione as he remembered how beautiful she was that night. "Yeah, I do," He admitted.
Hermione head snapped up at that comment as she stared questioningly at her best friend. "You do? If we had to do it all again, you'd ask me?"
"Yes, I would, without a doubt," Harry replied without a bit of hesitation.
"Well, so much for that perfect vision in hindsight. Unfortunately, you're bloody blind when looking forward," Miranda continued. "But before the Yule Ball, there was that first task, when it was over you," She was glaring at Hermione again, "just had to bring the red-headed idiot back with you after the dragon, didn't you?"
"You're talking about my potential boyfriend," Hermione complained.
"Really? Potential boyfriend? After that kiss? Haven't you been listening to me? You and Harry are soul mates."
"What does that mean?" Hermione asked in frustration. "You keep saying it, but not explaining it."
"Later, I'm on a good tirade here," Miranda replied dismissing her question with a wave of her hand. "Now, after that first task, if the red-headed 'friend' hadn't followed you, the kiss would have happened right then and there," Miranda threw her hands up in the air. "There went another four handfuls of hair. We already covered the Yule Ball, and how in the world did Ron Weasley go from being an idiot, to the thing you would miss the most in a couple of months?" Miranda was now glaring at Harry. "You do realize half the students in the stands wondered if you were gay after that, don't you?"
"Uh, no."
"Well, they did. Not that is a bad thing, but that is not the love I had destined for you..." Miranda said with a shake of her head and a sigh. "Now I won't even mention the third task and what happened afterwards, but, Hermione, do you remember the train station? The kiss on the cheek? Three inches away from the lips, come on, three bloody inches and it would have been perfect. I tried my best to get Harry to turn his head at just the right moment. Damn that noble streak in him."
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