A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters in this story. Infact, I don't own anthing or anybody okay?! There! I said it! Now please help me decide on a pairingI'm not sure I really want H/Hr :P
It was dinnertime and the Great Hall was filled with hungry students coming back from their Thursday afternoon classes.
Harry Potter, already at his sixth year at Hogwarts, walked along the Gryffindor table and sat beside his best friend Hermione. He had been held back by Snape after potions to clean up the spill he had made, but despite this, he was farily cheerful. He refused to let a lousy git like Professor Snape dampen his mood.
"Hey Mione," he said, smiling.
Hermione blushed and lowered her head.
"Hey," she muttered to her chicken wings.
Harry glanced over at Ron across the table with a look of confusion. Ron shrugged back, but Harry noticed that his ears had turned slightly pink.
"Well Mione?" he asked as he filled his plate with mashed potatoes and steamed carrots. "What is it? What's wrong?"
"Nothing," she replied, still blushing.
Well something was obviosly wrong, Harry thought. Hermione was never this...quiet... unless she was mad at him. And she definately didn't look mad...
"Oh c'mon Mione! You can tell me!" he urged. "This doesn't have anything to do with Dra-"
"–No, nothing like that!" she replied irrratibly. "Nothing's wrong! What makes you think that anything is wrong anyways?"
Harry raised an eyebrow at her.
"Er.....nothing?"
"Well GOOD!"
She began to eat agitatedly. Harry frowned and leaned away from her.
"Sorry I asked..." he mumbled. He turned his chair slightly away from Hermione, and slid his plate over. "Some temper she's got," he whispered to Ron. "PMS i suppose...."
Ron blushed again. "WHAT'S THAT FRED!?!?!" he suddenly said loudly. "GEORGE?! YOU WANT TO SHOW ME SOMETHING?!" He looked apoligetically over at Harry. "..Sorry Harry...gotta go...OKAY! I'LL BE RIGHT THERE!"
He raced off towards the other end of the table, and Harry scratched his head confusedly.
"Alright.." he muttered to no one in particular. "Everyone's acting kind of....strange today..."
He turned back to Hermione.
"Are you okay Mione?" he tried again. This time, Hermione put down her spoon and looked up at him.
"You know what?" she answered rather hotly. "I'm not okay, okay?! So just...just leave me alone Harry!"
Harry frowned.
"What's wrong Mione?!"
Hermione rolled her eyes and raised her eyebrows. "Ron told me about....about your little crush okay? So I know you like me."
Harry felt his face go hot, and his ears began to pulse. Hermione sighed.
"I'm sorry Harry....I didn't mean to...." She looked pathetically over at Harry and sighed again. "...I'm sorry."