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A/N: Okay, I just made this up off the top of my head, so I'm not sure how good it will be. This chapter is experimental, so I may or may not continue with this story. If I decide to continue, the rating may change. If you'd like me to continue with this, please review.
Hermione looked at her reflection in the mirror as she brushed her bushy hair. She wished her hair would somehow smooth itself out, but no such luck. She was in her seventh year and her hair was just as bushy as ever. Maybe even bushier, if that was at all possible. She sighed, thinking she was so stupid to like Harry, he would never like a girl as ugly as she. Plus, they were best friends, if her looks didn't kill her chances, that would.
Harry reluctantly awoke from a dream about himself and Hermione. He sat up and put on his glasses, wishing that he hadn't been dreaming. Harry loved Hermione, but he knew that she would never feel the same way. Harry had grown much taller, but he was still as thin as ever. His hair still stuck out at strange and precarious angles, and he still wore his thick glasses. He didn't have a chance with a girl as beautiful as Hermione.
After Ron, Harry, and Hermione were dressed, they went down to the Great Hall together for breakfast.
The lists of which students were staying at school for Christmas went around at breakfast. Harry and Hermione both put their names down and waited for Ron to do the same. Ron took the list and passed it on to Lavender Brown.
"Ron, you're not staying at Hogwarts this year?" Hermione asked.
"No, Percy's getting married to that Penelope girl he's been seeing. The wedding's on the twenty-third, so I have to go home for Christmas," Ron said unenthusiastically.
"Oh, tell Percy congratulations!" Hermione said excitedly. Hermione always had gotten along with Percy rather well. "Ginny, you must be excited about having another girl in the family," she said turning to Ginny.
"Yeah," Ginny said, "Penelope's pretty nice.
Professor McGonagall came to the Gryffindor table and collected the sign up sheet.
"Are Mr. Potter and Miss Granger the only two who are staying for Christmas?" she asked.
The Gryffindors nodded.
Hermione knew that Christmas would be the perfect opportunity to tell Harry how she felt about him, but she knew that she would probably be too afraid.
Little did she know, the same thoughts were running through Harry's mind.
* * *
A week later, Harry and Hermione joined the rest of the school in the Great Hall to say good-bye to Ron. Soon, everyone who was leaving had left, and Harry and Hermione found themselves alone with a handful of teachers and a few Hufflepuffs.
They joined the teachers and the few remaining students for dinner, then they returned to the common room.
They each sat in an armchair next to the fire.
"This is the first time I've been here when there were only two Gryffindors staying for Christmas," Harry commented.
Hermione nodded. There was an awkward silence. Normally Harry and Hermione would have easily found something to talk about, but were both contemplating what to do about their feelings for each other.
A/N: Okay, I just made this up off the top of my head, so I'm not sure how good it will be. This chapter is experimental, so I may or may not continue with this story. If I decide to continue, the rating may change. If you'd like me to continue with this, please review.
Hermione looked at her reflection in the mirror as she brushed her bushy hair. She wished her hair would somehow smooth itself out, but no such luck. She was in her seventh year and her hair was just as bushy as ever. Maybe even bushier, if that was at all possible. She sighed, thinking she was so stupid to like Harry, he would never like a girl as ugly as she. Plus, they were best friends, if her looks didn't kill her chances, that would.
Harry reluctantly awoke from a dream about himself and Hermione. He sat up and put on his glasses, wishing that he hadn't been dreaming. Harry loved Hermione, but he knew that she would never feel the same way. Harry had grown much taller, but he was still as thin as ever. His hair still stuck out at strange and precarious angles, and he still wore his thick glasses. He didn't have a chance with a girl as beautiful as Hermione.
After Ron, Harry, and Hermione were dressed, they went down to the Great Hall together for breakfast.
The lists of which students were staying at school for Christmas went around at breakfast. Harry and Hermione both put their names down and waited for Ron to do the same. Ron took the list and passed it on to Lavender Brown.
"Ron, you're not staying at Hogwarts this year?" Hermione asked.
"No, Percy's getting married to that Penelope girl he's been seeing. The wedding's on the twenty-third, so I have to go home for Christmas," Ron said unenthusiastically.
"Oh, tell Percy congratulations!" Hermione said excitedly. Hermione always had gotten along with Percy rather well. "Ginny, you must be excited about having another girl in the family," she said turning to Ginny.
"Yeah," Ginny said, "Penelope's pretty nice.
Professor McGonagall came to the Gryffindor table and collected the sign up sheet.
"Are Mr. Potter and Miss Granger the only two who are staying for Christmas?" she asked.
The Gryffindors nodded.
Hermione knew that Christmas would be the perfect opportunity to tell Harry how she felt about him, but she knew that she would probably be too afraid.
Little did she know, the same thoughts were running through Harry's mind.
* * *
A week later, Harry and Hermione joined the rest of the school in the Great Hall to say good-bye to Ron. Soon, everyone who was leaving had left, and Harry and Hermione found themselves alone with a handful of teachers and a few Hufflepuffs.
They joined the teachers and the few remaining students for dinner, then they returned to the common room.
They each sat in an armchair next to the fire.
"This is the first time I've been here when there were only two Gryffindors staying for Christmas," Harry commented.
Hermione nodded. There was an awkward silence. Normally Harry and Hermione would have easily found something to talk about, but were both contemplating what to do about their feelings for each other.