Oh God. Tell me this isn't true.
I see him everyday...he's always by my side. He's my best friend. It's impossible. I think it's impossible. It'd better be impossible.
On second thoughts, I don't think it's impossible.
What am I doing? Why am I even thinking about this? It's pointless, isn't it? Just because he's nice to me, it doesn't mean that he likes me...I mean, he DOES like me, but only as his friend. I'm only his friend. Nothing more.
"Hermione? Oi. Did you hear what I just said?" His voice...
"What? Erm," I replied. I had been too engrossed in my thoughts. And besides, I was busy listening to the sound of his voice...I hadn't been concentrating on what he was saying. "Sorry Ron. I didn't hear...I was just thinking about my...erm...Vampire essay." What a lie.
"I knew it. Stop thinking about schoolwork and concentrate on what I'm saying," he responded.
"Oh. Okay. Erm. You were saying?"
"I was saying that maybe we should celebrate Harry's birthday for him. I mean, we've sent him cakes and all that, but I reckon he'd prefer it if we did celebrate his birthday. A party, y'know what I mean?" He looked at me with his bright blue eyes.
"Yeah. Sure...erm. So what do you want me to do?" I asked.
"Well, you can be in charge of planning. You're much more organised than I am," he said.
"But Ron, we aren't supposed to use magic during the holidays, remember?" I replied.
"You and your rules, Hermione. Anyway, I've solved that problem already. We can always get my mom and dad to help. They're not binded by that rule, right?" Brilliant idea...as usual.
"That's a great idea, Ron. Hey, erm, I need to get to Arithmetic class, and you have to get to your Divination class. Harry must be wondering where you are...what excuse did you give him to get away?" I said.
"I told him I had a stomachache," he answered.
I rolled my eyes. Typical Ron excuse.
"Okay, we've both got to go for our classes now," I said.
"Yeah. And remember, DON'T tell Harry."
"I'm not stupid, Ron." I grinned.
"Yeah, yeah...Top of the year student." He smiled. "See you around."
He ran down the corridor which would lead him to Professor's Trelawney's classroom.
I watched him run, his red hair whipping in the wind, his robes flying. When he was out of sight, I turned around and walked towards the Arithmetic classroom.
This was serious...I was even admiring the way he ran!
Enough of the denying. I'm getting sick of it myself. I need an answer.
My head is telling me that I can't like him...because I'll end up getting hurt. I know he doesn't like me.
My heart, on the other hand, is telling me that there's nothing wrong with liking your best friend. After all, he IS a boy, isn't he? Emotions come so naturally. It's not my fault that he's my best friend.
What am I suppose to follow? My head, or my heart?
I see him everyday...he's always by my side. He's my best friend. It's impossible. I think it's impossible. It'd better be impossible.
On second thoughts, I don't think it's impossible.
What am I doing? Why am I even thinking about this? It's pointless, isn't it? Just because he's nice to me, it doesn't mean that he likes me...I mean, he DOES like me, but only as his friend. I'm only his friend. Nothing more.
"Hermione? Oi. Did you hear what I just said?" His voice...
"What? Erm," I replied. I had been too engrossed in my thoughts. And besides, I was busy listening to the sound of his voice...I hadn't been concentrating on what he was saying. "Sorry Ron. I didn't hear...I was just thinking about my...erm...Vampire essay." What a lie.
"I knew it. Stop thinking about schoolwork and concentrate on what I'm saying," he responded.
"Oh. Okay. Erm. You were saying?"
"I was saying that maybe we should celebrate Harry's birthday for him. I mean, we've sent him cakes and all that, but I reckon he'd prefer it if we did celebrate his birthday. A party, y'know what I mean?" He looked at me with his bright blue eyes.
"Yeah. Sure...erm. So what do you want me to do?" I asked.
"Well, you can be in charge of planning. You're much more organised than I am," he said.
"But Ron, we aren't supposed to use magic during the holidays, remember?" I replied.
"You and your rules, Hermione. Anyway, I've solved that problem already. We can always get my mom and dad to help. They're not binded by that rule, right?" Brilliant idea...as usual.
"That's a great idea, Ron. Hey, erm, I need to get to Arithmetic class, and you have to get to your Divination class. Harry must be wondering where you are...what excuse did you give him to get away?" I said.
"I told him I had a stomachache," he answered.
I rolled my eyes. Typical Ron excuse.
"Okay, we've both got to go for our classes now," I said.
"Yeah. And remember, DON'T tell Harry."
"I'm not stupid, Ron." I grinned.
"Yeah, yeah...Top of the year student." He smiled. "See you around."
He ran down the corridor which would lead him to Professor's Trelawney's classroom.
I watched him run, his red hair whipping in the wind, his robes flying. When he was out of sight, I turned around and walked towards the Arithmetic classroom.
This was serious...I was even admiring the way he ran!
Enough of the denying. I'm getting sick of it myself. I need an answer.
My head is telling me that I can't like him...because I'll end up getting hurt. I know he doesn't like me.
My heart, on the other hand, is telling me that there's nothing wrong with liking your best friend. After all, he IS a boy, isn't he? Emotions come so naturally. It's not my fault that he's my best friend.
What am I suppose to follow? My head, or my heart?