Hi! I got such a good response from "Thinking About Ron" I decided to turn the tables, so, presenting to you- all the fans of Fanfiction.net, THINKING ABOUT HERMIONE. I know it isn't as good as Thinking About Ron, but I am not a teenage boy and have little or no understanding of the opposite sex. Oh, and I'm not JK Rowling and none of the characters belong to me- how many times do I have to tell you? Anyway, on with the story…………….
Yours,
Hermione Double.
I was always watching her. All the time. At lunch. In lessons. When she was doing her homework. She was ALWAYS working, you see- the perfect opportunity for me to see those dead pretty eyes. What colour are her eyes anyway? Well, anyway, she was always working, so much so that I was worried that her head would explode. Then what was I going to look at?
She was the one who brought me back down to earth (actually, that's not strictly true. It was usually her fault I had my head in the clouds in the first place.) She was the one that helped me, and picked me up when I had fallen. Hopefully I have done the same for her. I mean, I regurgitated slugs for the girl! Not pleasant and not exactly romantic, but still, I did it for her. I certainly wouldn't have done it for anyone else.
She meant a lot to me. Actually, a lot more than a lot. She meant EVERYTHING to me. She was my life. Even when I couldn't "watch" her, I thought about her. It was so annoying, as I knew I couldn't have her- she liked Vicky and I was just the ugly red-head bouncing about in the background, making a fool of his self.
Still, I thought about her constantly, unperturbed by the fact I knew she hated me. She was so perfect, a self-confessed know-it-all (actually, I think it was I who confessed it for her,) so pretty, so smart. I doubt I would ever have got through all those exams if she had not helped me, and provided me with the notes of any lessons I had missed, whether due to the fact I had been busy messing about with Harry, been in a stupor or was fantasizing about her.
Sometimes I felt guilty. I always fought with her. But that was the only because I liked her. I became sarcastic when I was anywhere near her, but I suppose that's the average teenage lad trying to impress the girl he was going to marry. Or hoped he would marry, in any case. I had said some awful things to her – and I hated myself for it, even though I knew that she would probably have forgotten about them by then.
I knew it was silly for me to be thinking about her in this way. She was my best friend. But, no one can help how they feel, and my feelings were as messy as my room. But one feeling was clear- I was in love.
Hi again. Please review-you know you want to! And if you do, then I may write a sequel- What They Did When They Realised They Were Thinking About Each Other.