Hermione stared out the window of Gryffindor Tower. She was in her sixth year. Any moment now Harry and Ginny would walk into the common room together, probably coming from a snog-fest in a broom closet. Ther would sit down by the fire with their homework in their laps. But of course they wouldn't actually do their homework. They'd just sit on the couch, Ginny's head resting on Harry's chest. They'd sit there and flirt for a while before going down to dinner together, completely content with their relationship. The thought made Hermione want to be sick.
She wanted nothing more than to be the one Harry snogged senseless. Ginny was her friend and all, but she had known him longer. She was Hermione Granger for goodness sake. As the brightest witch of her age, surely she deserved the most handsome wizard in all of Gryffindor house? Besides, it wasn't as if Ginny had problems finding boys to date. Hermione knew for a fact that as soon as she and Harry broke up, she'd have another boy lined up just waiting to shag her.
Sure enough, Harry and Ginny walked through the portrait hole arm in arm. Hermione feigned a smile and turned to face the young couple.
"Where have you two been?" she asked in her most friendly voice. Underneath her smile, Hermione was seething. As if I didn't know. She thought.
"Out and about around the castle," Harry said. He turned and winked at Ginny, who giggled
They were out snogging again. I could kill her. Hermione thought savagely. Her bright brown eyes were on fire. I should hex her to hell and back, then murder her, the skanky little wench. Somehow through all this, Hermione appeared as calm as ever.
"Care to join us to dinner, Hermione?" Ginny asked, waking her from her thoughts.
"Yeah, 'Mione. You've barely come out of the tower execpt for class," Harry added. His emerald eyes glowing with concern for his best friend. Hermione felt her heart flutter.
He's worried about me! She thought dreamily. She smiled at Harry.
"Of course I'll join you, Harry," she said, completely ignoring the fact that it was Ginny who had offered. But Ginny didn't seem to mind. Instead she led the way to the Great Hall with Harry by her side. Ron met up with them along the way. They were discussing something that sounded a great deal like Quidditch. None of them noticed the look of detirmination in Hermione's eyes.
She was thinking, of course. Hermione Granger could never not think. She was thinking about the train ride to Hogwarts in their first year. She had known then that she was completely smitten with him. It was his eyes that had caught her attention. Those eyes that seemed to always burn with emotion. It was those eyes that made her weak at the knees whenever he was near. Of couse that wasn't the only thing about him that made her melt, but it stood out above the rest.
Hermione thought of their third year, when she had punched Draco Malfoy. She knew she hadn't punched him just because of Buckbeak. She had punched him for the three years of suffering he had made Harry endure. Had Ginny ever punched anyone for Harry? Hermione didn't think so. And she was sure Harry had been more impressed with Hermione when she punched the Flying Ferret that one time, than he had been with Ginny agter 3 months of snogging.
She thought of Professor Trelawney, who was constantly 'predicting' Harry's death. Divination had never actually interested her, but if anyone could look her in the eye and say that the wizard she loved was going to die, and she would go ballistic. Professor Snape had brought her dangerously close to losing it as well, but she knew how to handle him.
Lastly, and most importantly, she was thinking of a plot. Hermione knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that she and Harry belonged together. She knew that it was her purpose to make him fall in love with her, no matter what. Whether she stepped on some toes in the process was something she could think about later. Right now, as she sat next to Harry and Ron in the Great Hall, one thing was absolutely clear. Harry Potter was going to be hers. By any means necissary, she was going to make sure he was with her, forever.