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A/N: This takes place during the second book. It's from a bunch of different angles, so sorry if it's a little repetitive.

"Flourish and Blott's," mumbled Harry.
"What," asked the Fat Lady.
"Flourish and Blott's," repeated Harry. He had just come back from Quidditch practice and was completely exhausted. Wood had the team practice for four hours in the rain.
"Oh," answered the Fat Lady as she swung open. Harry rolled his eyes and climbed through the portrait hole and into the Common Room. There he found Hermione and Ron sitting in the two chairs closest to the fireplace, doing homework.
"Harry," exclaimed Hermione when she saw him. She put down her books and went over to him. "What happened to you? How long were you out there?" She looked at Harry with concern in her eyes.
"Oh leave him alone," said Ron from behind Hermione. "Can't you see he's exhausted? Just let him get cleaned up." Hermione shot Ron a look, but obeyed. She left Harry standing there and went back to her books. Harry went upstairs to his dormitory and put his broom away. He then proceeded to peel of his wet clothes and got changed into dry ones.

Before Harry came back down to the Common Room, Ron had fallen asleep and Fred and George were trying to wake up him by casting several charms on him. One had made his hair turn pink and another had made it grow down to his waist. The other boys in the Common Room were all trying, and failing, to stifle their laughter. Annoyed by the noise, Hermione had left and was studying quietly in her dormitory upstairs.
"What idiots," she said to herself as she climbed the stairs. "Expelled. That's what'll happen to them. They'll get themselves expelled." She pushed open the dormitory door and collapsed onto her bed, her books tumbling to the floor. Her eyes were closed and she lay still for a few moments. She could still hear the laughter from below. After about a minute, she rolled over and started to pick up her books.
As she was collecting them, Hermione realized that she was missing one. "My journal," she whispered. Her heart began to hammer as she dropped her books and ran down the stairs to the Common Room. She got there only to find Harry reading her journal. Hermione stood there, shocked by what was happening. Harry turned his head to face Hermione. His face was pale and his eyes wide. He opened his mouth...

Harry was in the Common Room watching Fred and George charm a sleeping Ron who now had pink, waist length hair. After watching for a few moments, Harry burst out in laughter. George had cast a shrinking charm and Ron's hair had shrunk until he had almost none left. "Whoops," said Fred and the Common Room burst out in laughter once more.
"Come on, Harry," said Seamus while pointing to a chair across from him. Harry grinned as Fred tried another charm and walked over to the chair that Seamus had pointed out. As Harry sat down, he felt something beneath him. It was hard and felt like a Muggle notebook. Harry got up and sure enough, it was a notebook. "Probably Hermione's," he thought to himself. He sat back down. "Wonder what it is." The boys began to laugh once again, but Harry paid no attention. Instead he opened the notebook and began to read. The page was dated 'November 12.' Harry became interested as her realized that it was her journal. The page was as follows:

November 12,
I can't believe he doesn't even notice me. We were in Potions for an hour and he didn't even glance at me. I can't believe I like him, even after the way he treats Ron and Harry. But, the fact is I do like him. Maybe even love him. I love his bleach blonde hair, his dreamy eyes. I love everything about him. I wish I didn't though. Harry and Ron and everyone in Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw would hate me if they knew I liked Draco. They'd probably try and kill me too. What am I going to do?

Just as Harry read those last few words, Hermione came running down the stairs behind him. He took a breath and slowly turned around to face her. The color drained from his face and his eyes opened wide. He looked at her and began to speak.
"Y–You l–like him," stuttered Harry. He was amazed that Hermione could fall for someone he thought was a 'bloody bugger.'
Hermione gaped at him. "Please, Harry. Don't say anything. Please." She looked as though she was about to cry. Harry stared in amazement, but said finally:
"I won't say anything." He threw her the book. "But put that away and don't ever talk to me again." Harry glared at her for a second then got up and left. He stormed up the stairs and slammed his dormitory door closed. The noise was so loud that Ron snapped out of his slumber.

"What happened," Ron asked sleepily. The entire room had gone dead quiet and some had left in a hurry.
"Oh, nothing," answered Fred slyly. "That was just Harry slamming the door."
"What? Why'd he slam the door?" Ron looked around at the boys in the room, but none gave him an answer. Then he spotted Hermione. She was clutching a Muggle notebook and was crying. When Hermione realized that Ron had seen her she ran up the steps and out of sight. Ron turned back to Fred and George. "I'd better go check on Harry." With that, Ron leapt out his seat and raced up the stairs.

A/N: Please review. Let me know what you think. Thank you! - Rock Baby