It was inevitable; I was truly and honestly in love with my worst enemy.
It all started back in my second year, when I found the diary. I admit, I did meet him in my first year but I hated him then due to certain circumstances. It was the diary that brought us together. It was like the watering can that watered the seed of love. I know that's a bit corny, but that's what happens when your in love.
It really all began when Hermione came running in my room.
I was swamped with homework; Snape was being particularly evil to me. It was all due to the fact he thought I wanted to be a hero and solve this case…it was true, but it annoyed me all the same. I picked up my book and tried to read, I wasn't particularly interested in the text, so I just stared at the pictures instead and tried to fathom what the message had meant.
"Harry! Harry!" shouted Hermione
"What do you want?" I sighed
"The…girls bathroom…it's flooded" She was out of breath.
"Hermione, the flooding of the girls' bathroom is really none of my concern"
"Not that bathroom, Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. Come."
She gave me no time to put down the book I was supposed to be reading. She grabbed me by the arm and dragged me out the room. The book left my hand and hit the floor with a thud.
In no time at all we stood in front of the girls' bathroom.
"…Stupid kids and their stupid antics, I've had enough…" Finch was soon approaching.
"Stall him" I said quickly
"What?" Hermione said bemused.
"You heard me, stall him" I said in anger.
"But…"
"Hermione please, we need to solve this"
"How?"
"I don't know, erm…steal his mop"
And with that she was off. Doing something she would never do, but because of the circumstances she had to. I entered the flooded bathroom, hauling up my trousers in order to not wet them.
"Come back have you?"
"Excuse me?"
"Are you going to throw another book at me? Or maybe this time something larger?"
"I'm not going to throw something at you Myrtle" I reassured her. "Someone threw a book at you?"
"Yes, there I was minding my own business, thinking about death and a book fell right through my head. Just because I'm dead doesn't mean you can just go around chucking things at me" she cried.
"May I have the book?"
"What for? So you can do it again?" She screamed
"I told you Myrtle, I won't do that to you"
"Do as you please, it's in that cubical there" She pointed to the door that was slightly ajar. I opened it and peered in; and there it was, floating on top of the water, a little black book.
"Harry?" It was Hermione.
"Yes?" I quickly picked the book up and slid it between my robes, concealing it away.
"Find anything?" she asked.
"No, no I didn't, sorry to trouble you…lets head back"
And that we left for the dorm, just in time too, Finch had found his mop.
"I hate children…" He moaned and went back to his job.
Authors note: Haha, this is my first fanfic so bare with me. I have to say my Harry and Hermione are totally different to the book sorry and I didn't include Ron either :O…I will in the next chapter…it will also get humorous. Anyway feel free to review me and tell me mistakes and so on, just please no flaming. Bye bye xx
