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Harry Potter and Hermione G: Envy is a Monster

Harry stood, stunned, looking at his friends, kissing. He knew they
were going out, but no matter how many times he saw it, he always felt the urge to kill Ron. Hermione seemed to be enjoying the kiss, but it only made Harry's blood boil even more. He bit his tongue and headed towards the doors leading into Hogwarts, if he stayed there he might just hurl.

"Hey Harry! What are you doing here all alone?" asked a curious Hermione, entering the Gryffindor common room. Her curly brown locks always entranced Harry in a way that he couldn't explain, and made him wish he could run his hands through it. Her big, brown eyes seemed to look through Harry, and it always made him nervous, nervous that she might find out what he felt for her.

"Nothing much just thinking about Sirius," Harry quickly said, "I just really miss him"

"Well mate, maybe you should find a girl, you know to get your mind off Sirius and all," Ron requested. Hermione pinched him immediately after he finished.

"Girls are not to be meant to be placeholders for someone's tortured heart! I thought you would know better than to suggest that in front of me!" Hermione plopped herself onto a scarlet colored chair, staring at the fire, suddenly pensive.

"Well I'm sorry for suggesting something that might just help Harry out!" With that Ron turned on his heel and stormed out of the room. Harry felt a sudden relief, he felt happy and excited, overcome with glee and ecstasy at the thought that this relationship might not work out after all. Yet, when he saw Hermione all of the feelings drained out, leaving only sorrow and anguish.

"We always fight nowadays you know, oddly it doesn't leave me as gloomy as I think it should. It just gives me time to really think if I love Ron. Or if I might just fall for someone else. Oh I'm sorry Harry, this must be a total bore, to listen to my problems." Hermione said, still looking deep into the fire, as if expecting her answer to come out, and leave her happy again.

"Hermione, that's what I'm here for, I may be the Boy-Who-Lived, but that doesn't mean I don't have time to listen to your troubles." Harry walked over to Hermione and placed a caring arm around her shoulder. She responded by looking up and giving him one of her smiles, making him almost stop breathing. He bit his tongue hard again to restrain himself from shooting forward and catching her lips in his.

"Thanks, but I'm sure you have other things to do, don't be polite to me, it's okay"

"But Hermione, I'm not trying to be polite, I do want to hear you and whatever you want to say." This time he couldn't hold himself, and to avoid kissing her, he just simply sat next to her and hugged her. Her smell, lilacs and roses, flooded his senses, he took a deep breath and took hold of himself again. He gently stroked her hair and smiled to himself, he had finally experienced at least one of his dreams.

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