This is my first fic, so I'm sorry if it's kinda crummy. It' Hermione's POV, so.... Also, sometimes (or all the time) the characters maybe OoC, so, please don't flame me and tell me they are, cuz I know they are. So, please read and review.
Thanks luv ya,
Monica
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters.
Warning: There might be some slashy parts ahead, I'm not sure yet how it will turn out.
"I don't want to be a hormonal-teenage-girl-almost-suffering-from-depression-but-you-couldn't-tell-if-you-didn't-know-her-very-well. That doesn't appeal to me, Harry." I sighed, wondering how to tell him I was attracted to Ron, not Harry. Who was, after all, my current beau.
This would definitely be harder than I thought it would be. I needed to get out of the library before I told him.
"Why are you always so upset, Love?" Harry asked me, eyes full of concern.
Damn, why'd he have to ask that in the library. Like I could tell him here, he'd make such a scene!
"I don't know.... PMS, homework, stress maybe?" That did it, mentioning bleeding.
"Oh." was his feeble reply. "You wanna head back to the dorms?"
No, but do I have a choice? "Sure, if you'd be such the gentleman to escort me."
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As we walked into the common room, the first thing I see is Ron sitting in the corner, on the most uncomfortable chair. He looks like he's asleep, but I know better, he's just sulking.
Now that Harry and I are an item, he feels left out, so he makes a point of not going with us. If only he knew it was him I wanted...
"Oy, Ron! Wake up!" That's the first thing Harry says, and my exit cue.
I catch Ron's eye, give him a wink then take my leave, saying I need to find Ginny and ask her about something. The guys don't question me: Harry for fear of more blood, Ron for fear of it having to do with Harry.
I find Ginny, just as she starts to read her book.
"Gin, are you sure Ron fancies me? It doesn't seem like it."
"Hermione! You know better than anyone it's you he's after!"
"But-" I protest.
"Yeah, I know, 'but how do I tell Harry?' I've said it once, I'll say it again, tell the truth."
I flop down in Ginny's bed, staring up at the canopy, "but what's the truth?"
She sets down her book and sits cross-legged looking at me. "I beg your pardon?"
"What's the truth?" I sighed, "Is it that I fancy Ron and he fancies me? Is it that you fancy Harry and want him as I want Ron? Gin, what's the truth anymore?"
She looked utterly confused now. Great, now I'd confused my only help.
"Just tell him how you feel, or what ever feels right to tell him." She said softly, like it was a secret.
"Easier said than done, but I'll try. Thanks, see you Ginny."
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Back in the common room, Harry and Ron were comparing the Divination assignment. Boy am I glad I dropped that subject. Ron was first to notice me as I stood at the bottom of the Girls' stairs. His face broke into a patented Ron grin that soon was extinguished when Harry noticed me.
As I walked over, I thought of what to say. Just ask Harry for a word, he'd be more than happy to oblige. I hope.
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Sorry if it's a bit of a cliffie, but I'm out of time for today. I hope to update soon. If I don't have positive feedback, I wont though. This is my first Harry Potter fic, so be nice please.