
SSHHH. Can't tell. I got teary-eyed right about around this part...
"“Harry,” She said his name with a little more comfort this time, with a little more feeling. Her inflections in the word reminded him of a song. No one had said his name the way she did, or in the tone that she did. Her gaze seemed to burn into the side of his face. “Why won't you look at me?”
He wasn't expecting that. He was expecting anything but that, actually. He was expecting her to yell, or scold, or to even tell him to do his homework. He lifted his gaze to her, and it hurt. It hurt just looking at her and knowing that he couldn't have her. He stood up abruptly and walked away from her. He leaned on the edges of the fireplace. Hermione dared not to follow him.
“Why won't you sit by me?” Tears began slipping from her eyes. “What is it? What's wrong with me?” She was hiccuping as she talked, making it hard to understand, but Harry understood her perfectly. "
Oh yes...MAJOR tears started there. It's so touching, and I love the way you used your words. =] Great story!