Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and never will. Dang.

A/N: My first fic in first person (Hermione's POV) and my first one-shot. Hope you enjoy!

Chocolate vs. Pumpkin Pie

Easter. A day of celebrations. I've never liked it much, having dentists as parents. That's why I'm sitting in my favourite chair, staring into the empty fireplace, while everybody else is eating chocolate and laughing.

However, everybody stops laughing when Harry and Ginny enter the common room. How could they not, with the commotion the two are causing? She's hugging a chocolate bunny with tears in her eyes, and his face is tinted red with anger.

"Why won't you eat it?" Ginny asks, a tear rolling down her cheek.

"I just don't want any chocolate right now," he says, gritting his teeth slightly.

"W-Why?" Ginny sobs. "Don't you love me?"

"That has nothing to do with this!" Harry exclaims before looking pleadingly in my direction. Luckily for him, Ginny doesn't notice. Luckily for both of us, actually.

What does he want me to do? Stepping between him and his extremely emotional girlfriend would be suicidal; he should know that! Still…he is my best friend…but Ginny is also my friend…I really shouldn't get mixed up in this. Especially since I'm…kind of in love with Harry.

I glance over at Ron, trying to figure out what to do. Ron looks at me and shrugs, his face covered in chocolate. What a help he is.

Taking a deep breath, I stand up and walk over to Harry. Ginny glares at me, so I glare back. Her glare intensifies as I take Harry's hand in my own, sending shivers up and down my arm.

"Sorry, Ginny, but Harry and I have to go to…lunch." Oh, brilliant, Hermione. Lunch! Lunch has been over for an hour!

One glance at Ginny told me that she knew exactly how long lunch had been over. I'm dead. Oh god, I'm so dead… Then again, I probably died the moment I stood up. I shake my head slightly at that comforting thought.

Harry glances at me with a thankful grin. Oh god. Ginny noticed. I manage a small smile back at Harry, trying very hard to avoid Ginny's gaze.

The three of us stand there for a minute, Ginny glaring, Harry looking at, for some reason, my feet, and me trying to avoid Ginny's glare o' doom and not overanalyze Harry's gaze on my feet. Why my feet and not his? What is he thinking about? Oh god, I need to stop thinking about feet! And Harry! Oh who am I kidding? I never stop thinking about him! I'm in lov-

I'm snapped out of my thoughts by Harry, who clears throat loudly. Oh. Yeah.

Clenching Harry's hand tightly, I walk through the portrait hole and into the hallway. Harry lets out a sigh.

"Sometimes I don't know if it's worth it."

I squeeze his hand, trying to comfort him. Just say it! Tell him to break up with her! Tell him to kiss you! Tell him you love him, for Christ's sake!

All that comes out is "Oh?"

He releases my hand, and for a moment I feel empty. Abandoned. Sad. Then he wraps his arm around my shoulder, and I feel safe again.

"I just…I wish she was more like you sometimes. I wish she…you know…"

I smile. What a fantastically complete sentence. For some reason, his inability to put together a whole sentence makes me love him so much more. "Yes, I do know." Oh god, I know. I definitely know. I know exactly why Ginny isn't right for you. Because she's not me.

Harry gives me one of his special grins. My heart is beating so fast I think it's going to explode. "Of course you know. You know everything."

I look at him with a sad smile. If I knew everything, I'd know how to tell you what you mean to me. How much I love you. How sad I am that I know we'll never be together.

We walk in silence for a moment, before he stops and turns to me. "Well, since we're not going to lunch…" I can't help but smile, "let's go to the kitchens. I want some pumpkin pie."

"Sure." I smile, a real smile that reaches across my face. "I could use some pumpkin pie."

With that, we walk hand in hand to the kitchen, smiling and flirting the whole way.

I love you, Harry.