Love is…
What is love? Well, to me there are different kinds of love. For instance, the love you have for a friend is different than the love you have for a pet. Your love of a pet is different than your love of a family member. All of the loves I have mentioned are easy to recognize. The hardest love to recognize is the love you have for that "special someone." This love is the hardest to recognize because it is the most complex. You have to decide whether you love this person as a friend or family member or it there is something more there. This is the story or a girl who did just that.
Chapter 1: So Many Loves…She was a sixteen-year-old girl with bushy brown hair. It was July and she was writing a birthday card for one of her best friends.
"Happy Birthday, Harry!
I can't believe your sixteen already. I hope you'll enjoy your present. I saw it and I just
had to get it for you. Happy Birthday to you once again!
Sincerely,
Hermione"
She read and re-read the letter. "It's perfect," she thought. "It says what I want to say and still doesn't give away anything."
Hermione had had a crush on Harry practically since they met. When they met on the train as first years she thought he was cute and liked him straight away. She wasn't sure about the redheaded boy though. After all, didn't he have dirt on his nose? Back then she thought she had made a terrific first impression. Now, however, she cringes at the memory of it. "How stuck up I was!" she would say. Of course she wasn't that way permanently. After the incident with the troll, Hermione got quite close to Harry and the redheaded boy, Ron.
To say that Hermione only like Harry would be unfair to the other boys she liked. Hermione liked too many boys to name. One person she liked was surprisingly Fred Weasley, one of Ron's older brothers. This was bizarre because most people thought that Hermione, being the rule-following, note-taking, homework-doing, no-joking person that she was would never like someone the exact opposite of her. In fact, Fred being her opposite was why she liked him.
Not only did Hermione like the opposite of her. She also liked someone the same as her. She liked Dean Thomas because he was also a muggle-born. He was the only muggle-born in Gryffindor that was in her year to be exact. He was also really funny, and his grades were decent.
Hermione liked all kinds of boys including the helpless kind. Neville Longbottom was that kind of boy. She found him sweet and innocent. He reminded her of a little lost puppy.
Just like every girl Hermione also liked the "bad boy" type. This "bad boy" happened to be Draco Malfoy. Draco was, without a doubt, the hottest guy in her year. The only thing he needed to work on was his attitude. Although, sometimes, she thought she might be able to look past the attitude problem. After all it had been a while since he had called her a "mudblood."
Even though Hermione liked all these people, right now all she could think of was Harry Potter.
"Dear Diary,
I am so confused. Out of all the people I like, right now I like Harry the most.
But yesterday all I could think about was how cute Neville looked when he
needed help. Tomorrow I might like Fred, Dean, or even Draco. Gasp. Oh,
well. I guess I won't worry about it. Thing will work out eventually, right?"
A tap on her bedroom window made her look up. A beautiful female snowy owl was looking at her from the other side of the glass. Hermione smiled and walked over to the window and opened it.
"Hello, Hedwig," said Hermione. "What are you doing here?" The owl just looked at her in response. "Lucky thing you showed up, though. I need you to take something to Harry." As if she understood, Hedwig waited patiently as Hermione tied Harry's birthday car and present to its leg. "Happy Birthday Harry," Hermione said softly as Hedwig took off into the sunset.