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It was the 2nd week of September. Hermione Granger, Head Girl and top of every class (except Potions), sat in the common room of Gryffondor Tower. She was trying to do her charms homework, but couldn't concentrate on it, she kept staring at Harry, one of her best friends, Head Boy, Quidditch team captain and seeker, and last but definitely not least, The boy who lived.
Harry was sitting by the fire talking about Quidditch to Ron Weasley, Harry and Hermione's other best friend, and keeper on the Quidditch team, they were surrounded by girls who were flirting with Harry. Ron already had a steady girlfriend, Lavender Brown.
Harry suddenly stood up and walked out the portrait hole into the hall; on the way out he said something about the bathroom.
Lavender laughed even harder after she had said that.
The voice belonged to Harry Potter.
She suddenly felt very dizzy and dropped to her knees. Harry's expression turned from one of laughter to one of concern as he rushed over to her.
"Hermione, are you ok?" Harry said, sounding as concerned as he looked.
Hermione felt very dizzy, she had no idea what was wrong with her. True, Harry had just scared her to death, but that shouldn't make her dizzy. Then as quickly as it had come, it pasted. "Are you ok?" Harry asked again.
"I don't know Harry… I felt dizzy, then… I didn't." She replied. "You must have scared me more then I thought." Deep down she knew this wasn't true, but she buried those feelings far inside herself. Standing up she said, "Where's Ron?"
"I think he's getting some food from the kitchens, he should be back any minute now."
"Harry, don't tell him about me collapsing. Please!" She begged.
"Alright. You don't tell him about my scaring you, ok?"
"Fine."
Ron came in a few minutes later carrying a lot of food. Hermione told them about what she had told the HPFC, and Lavender's reaction. Harry and Ron burst out laughing. "They actually believed you?!" Ron said between gales of laughter.
"They did!" Said Hermione. Then she asked Harry something she had been wondering about for a while, "Harry, do you like any of the girls you flirt with?" There, she had said it.
The change that had come over Harry at her words was amazing; he went dead white, and stuttered "W-why d-do y-you ask?"
"I was just wondering. You seem to like all the attention." She said bitterly. Hermione wished that Harry would pay her that kind of attention.
As Harry appeared to be thinking her question over, some of the color returned to his face. After a moment he said, "No, I don't like any of them. No brains." He starred right at her.
Hermione was completely oblivious to the fact that Harry was starring at her. Ron however noticed. He looked at them for a long moment.
About an hour later Hermione made her way up to the Common room without Harry and Ron, who were taking the leftover food back to the kitchens. When she entered, she almost went right back out. The members of the HPFC were ALL looking at her.
"Thank you for the advice Hermione, It was really helpful." Said Natosha scornfully. "So where did you really go?"
Hermione was slightly scared. All those girls probably knew quiet a few VERY nasty curses between them. And, Hermione thought, would not scruple to use them.
"I-I-I was studying." She said.
"No you weren't." Said Natosha. "Laura Smith was in there studying for 3 hours and never saw you."
"I-I-I." Hermione was getting really scared now. They were mad at her. Natosha had never liked Hermione. Ginny Weasley, Ron's younger sister, said that Natosha was jealous of all the time She spent with Harry, and that Hermione should watch her back. Natosha came from a very old wizarding family and knew a great many curses. She was now stepping toward Hermione, wand extended.
Just then Harry came through the porthole; before he could see her Natosha dropped her wand. In a moment she was standing next to Harry looking up into his big green eyes (Harry was 5'11, while Natosha was 5'8), and laying a hand on his chest, "Harry," she said in a sickeningly sweet voice that made Hermione want to throw up, "I need to talk to you. Alone." She glared at Hermione.
Hermione just stared at Harry shaking her head violently from side to side. Harry wouldn't be so naive as to go with her... would he? What if he likes her? All she'll do is break his heart. I can't let her do that, I'll... Hermione's thoughts were interrupted when
Harry and Natosha left together. Harry paused in the doorway and said "Hermione, tell Ron that I'm in the library with Nat and" Harry is calling her NAT! This can't be happening... "I'll be back later." he finished.
As soon as Harry had left the room Hermione turned and fled to her room, where she collapsed face down on her bed with gigantic sobs racking her slim body. How could she have ever thought she had a chance with the great Harry Potter, after all she wasn't a knockout like most of Harry's girlfriends were. Yes, she was pretty, but not model pretty. No she had stopped growing when she was in her 5th year, 5 feet, 0 inches tall. She HATED being so short. She also had bushy brown hair, a chest that no one EVER looked at twice, and was very thin. No Harry only liked girls that were stunningly beautiful, which, Hermione hated to admit, Natosha was. Natosha had bright blue eyes, long golden blonde hair that reached her hips; She was very tall and fashionably thin.
"I don't have a chance with Harry." Hermione said out loud. This brought on a whole new wave of tears. So that as the door closed softly she didn't hear it.
Hermione cried herself to sleep that night.
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