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Chapter One: Thoughts
I sat curled up in an armchair by the last few embers of a fire and watched them die down. The common room was the only place where I could get some peace and quiet. My head was aching dully, and my eyes itched like mad. My headache was mostly due to the fact that I had so many things on my mind and didn't have enough time to think about them one at a time and give special attention to each one. My eyes merely itched from lack of sleep.
I was completely wrong about that. Ugh, I hate being wrong. My eyes were predicting a sneeze. I was, of course, unprepared, so the sneeze came loud and hard. I thought I had heard a small jump behind me, but figured it must have just been Crookshanks, always touchy about abrupt movement or loud noise.
I continued with my thinking, not dwelling on the incident any longer. Why doesn't anybody love me? Why can't I be with Ron, or Harry, or somebody? People don't seem to understand that I want to feel loved, just like any other human. Well, some people act like they could, but.... No. I'm not lesbian. Well, for all I know, I could be.
I was just about desperate enough to be lesbian. I mean, it wasn't really something I'd thought about before. Once I thought about it, I wasn't really interested in Harry or Ron. I wanted someone exotic. And I wasn't talking about Dean Thomas either. Or Draco Malfoy. I knew that Parvati and Lavender were together and I didn't see why that was such a bad idea.
I glanced at my watch and realized that it was past midnight. I was getting ready to walk up the stairs to the girls' dorm when I heard a small voice.
"Hermione."
I turned around to see who it was.
"Ginny, it's late. Why aren't you in bed?" "I wanted to talk to you," I smiled at her. "I don't think right now's really the time. I'll meet you down here tomorrow," I said with a yawn, indicating that I was very tired. "Well, in that case, can I walk back up with you?" she asked. "Sure." "Thanks." "Any time."
We walked up the girls' staircase and when we were at the top, she veered off to the left to the 5th year dorm with a sleepy-sounding "Night 'Mione" and I turned right to the 6th year dorm. I pulled back the curtains on my four-poster bed and was asleep before my head touched the pillow.
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