Disclaimer: don't own
Let's see how I do on Harry Potter…
(okay, so I got this idea five minutes ago in the shower so….. yeah)
Oh, and there is no voldemort threat (though Harry's still famous). So everything's ship-shape!
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It was just another rainy day, in a cold classroom, in the middle of October. Hermione shivered as she pulled her school robes closer and continued writing in her already thick piles of notes. Professor Binns droned on, oblivious to the students around him.
Of course, Hermione was the only one of both Gryffindors and Ravenclaws to pay attention, much less take notes. She looked out the window for a moment, watching the steady rain bat the panes. Focusing, she turned back to her notes, to find a small piece of paper thrown across the pad in front of her.
Raising an eyebrow, she picked it up and began to read.
You know, you look good when you're cold. Your nose gets pink and everything.
She half laughed to herself.
Erasing it she wrote,
I'm glad my inconvenience makes you happy.
She folded the note back up and, not knowing who to give it to, gave it to the ravenclaw girl sitting next to her. Turning back to Professor Binns, she began to scribble once again.
Again, the note landed on her parchment.
Nah… I just notice these things about you.
Responding, she said,
Like?
The way you always put your hair up in a cute bun in potions, you walk briskly to and from classes, you go to the kitchens regularly, you prefer chocolate over fruity sweets, you're a perfectionist, you love to chew the end of your pencil, and you smell amazing.
That's a run-on sentence.
Ha-ha and you love correcting people.
It's not my fault you can't write.
By the way… who are you?
Yep, and direct. But I am…in this room.
Duh…come on. Give me one little clue.
Knowing you, you'll probably find a crazy way to solve anything I throw at you.
Please? Just one teeny-weeny clue?
Okay, I am one of the three boys staring at you right now.
She stiffened and looked around the room. Five of the fifteen boys were sleeping, six were throwing paper planes, two were looking out the window, and two were talking in the back.
No one's looking at me.
Of course not. They don't WANT you to think they are looking.
Why not?
Wouldn't you be a little creeped out if three boys were staring at the back of your head?
That's beside the point.
Not really.
No one's looking at me. That's the point.
What do you think I'm doing?
RING
Within seconds a dozen people stood up and gathered their books, Professor Binns drifted through the black board, and Hermione sat in her chair, looking lost.
"Oi! Hermione, you comin' or what?" Ron said.
She nodded and got up to put her things together, looking each boy in the face, searching for some sign of… something.
"Ron, you coming?"
"Will you hold up, I'm waiting for Hermione."
"Whatever. I have to get something up at Gryffindor Tower."
"See you at lunch then."
She raised an eyebrow as she met Ron at the door of the classroom.
"What's this supposed to be?"
"What?"
"You're all of a sudden a perfect gentleman?"
He puffed out his chest
"Well… I am good."
"Funny…"
"Hey!"
They walked through the corridor toward the Great Hall. Ron looked down at her quizzically. She was unusually quiet all of a sudden.
He saw a parchment sticking out of the books in her arms. With a corner of his mouth turned up in a grin, he grabbed it and she stared, shocked as he began to open it.
"Ron, no!"
"What? I cant read this?"
"no, you cant!"
He laughed, and raised the paper above his head.
"Ron, give it to me!"
"and if I— hey"
Just then, a hand jumped up and grabbed the paper from him. Ginny walked to Ron's side, with the paper in her hand, began reading.
"Awe, Hermione's got a secret admirer!"
"What?! Who?"
"Ron, there's a reason why I said 'secret admirer'."
His ears turning pink, Ron took the note from her and scanned it over. With a frown, he said,
"Well, at least he knows what he's talking about."
"What do you mean by that, Ron?!"
"Uh… I'm hungry."
They arrived at the Great Hall, and Ron rushed to sit between Neville and Seamus.
"That boy has problems…" Ginny said quietly. Hermione laughed and followed her to the table.
Once seated, Ginny began,
"I mean, really, this whole thing is a little cliché, don't you think?"
Laughing, Hermione nodded.
"What would you prefer?"
"Oh I don't know someone more direct. I can't stand all this sentimental stuff."
"Come on! Where's the girl in you?" Hermione joked, lightly shoving her in the shoulder.
"Six brothers, remember? Anyway, I wouldn't stand it if some one sent me something like that. I want him to make the first direct move…" she said, her eyes straying to the hall entrance.
Hermione followed her gaze to see a disheveled Harry Potter rush in, books in his hands.
"Oh yeah, I see what you mean…" she said, raising her eyebrows up and down.
"Shut up!"
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What Hermione didn't see was a young man, while gnawing on a chicken bone, watching her eat her salad with a permanent smile on her face, now in the company of a friend.
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With lunch done, the Gryffindors went to Charms. Instead of the regular pairs, the class was given an individual assignment.
Turn a Goldfish cracker (American snack), into a real Goldfish.
Within ten minutes, Hermione was done and reading her current book. A note landed in front of her and she jumped.
What's up?
Oh nothing, just having heart attacks…
My bad. Did you have a nice lunch?
Not too bad. And you?
Can't say I didn't enjoy it. You looked like you did.
Sounds like I'm getting my own personal stalker…
More like…secret admirer.
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