1.1.1.1 When Love Gets in the Way of Friendship.
created: 11252001 08:29 PM
finished / accomplished: 12152001 07:00 PM
2 Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters. They all belong to J.K. Rowling.
CHAPTER ONE
Harry Potter looked out the window. He glanced around the dormitory. He was the only one awake.
I wonder if she's thinking of me at this very moment too, Harry wondered to himself.
Lately he's been so focused on Hermione Granger that he can't concentrate on his studies. He's performing especially worse in Potions, his most despised subject (not to mention the teacher). But he just can't seem to get Hermione off his mind.
Is it possible? No, it can't be. I won't let it happen. Though somehow willpower was just not effective tonight. Nothing he said could convince him otherwise.
I give up, he told himself. I am in love with my best friend.
He looked around once more and saw Ron Weasley stirring. Ron rubbed his eyes and took a look at Harry's bed. Harry figured his friend panicked to see the bed empty in the middle of night. He watched as Ron got up and looked around the dormitory. A few seconds later Ron spotted Harry by the window.
"Hey."
Harry just smiled.
"What are you doing out of bed?"
"Huh? Oh, nothing, just. thinking." Harry managed to reply. He simply couldn't just look Ron straight in the eye and say, 'I'm in love with Hermione.'
No, Harry said to himself with horror.
He remembered that time when Ron confessed that he was in love with Hermione. He could recall the conversation as if it happened last night.
'What's bothering you Ron?' I asked my best friend.
He couldn't look me in the eye. 'Nothing,' was his soft, almost inaudible, reply.
'I don't believe you,' I told him.
'Harry,' he started, 'if I tell you a secret, do you promise not to tell a single soul?' he asked me.
'Of course. You can tell me anything.'
Ron sighed, obviously reluctant about telling me his secret. Finally, he gave out a long sigh.
'Harry,' he began, 'I think. I'm starting to fall. in love.' There. He finally managed to say it.
'Really? With whom?'
'With. Hermione Granger.'
Harry shook his head vigorously. No, he told himself sternly. No, no, no! I cannot be falling in love with Hermione! I am not falling in love with Hermione!
"Harry!" Ron exclaimed. "What is wrong with you?"
"Huh?" Harry asked, dazed from all the head shaking. "Nothing, nothing. Don't worry about me."
Harry started to get up and walked towards his empty four-poster bed. He sat crossed-legged on it and watched as Ron climbed onto his bed as well.
"Are you sure you're all right?" Ron asked.
"Yeah," was Harry's reply. "I'm fine."
"G'night Harry."
"G'night Ron."
Harry watched as Ron snuggled himself under the warm covers of the four- poster. He saw Ron's eyes slowly close, and observed carefully as his friend drifted off to sleep.
He decided that it was time for him to sleep as well. He snuggled under his own covers, and in the silence of the night, whispered the words "I love you Hermione Granger" into the darkness.
created: 11252001 08:29 PM
finished / accomplished: 12152001 07:00 PM
2 Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters. They all belong to J.K. Rowling.
CHAPTER ONE
Harry Potter looked out the window. He glanced around the dormitory. He was the only one awake.
I wonder if she's thinking of me at this very moment too, Harry wondered to himself.
Lately he's been so focused on Hermione Granger that he can't concentrate on his studies. He's performing especially worse in Potions, his most despised subject (not to mention the teacher). But he just can't seem to get Hermione off his mind.
Is it possible? No, it can't be. I won't let it happen. Though somehow willpower was just not effective tonight. Nothing he said could convince him otherwise.
I give up, he told himself. I am in love with my best friend.
He looked around once more and saw Ron Weasley stirring. Ron rubbed his eyes and took a look at Harry's bed. Harry figured his friend panicked to see the bed empty in the middle of night. He watched as Ron got up and looked around the dormitory. A few seconds later Ron spotted Harry by the window.
"Hey."
Harry just smiled.
"What are you doing out of bed?"
"Huh? Oh, nothing, just. thinking." Harry managed to reply. He simply couldn't just look Ron straight in the eye and say, 'I'm in love with Hermione.'
No, Harry said to himself with horror.
He remembered that time when Ron confessed that he was in love with Hermione. He could recall the conversation as if it happened last night.
'What's bothering you Ron?' I asked my best friend.
He couldn't look me in the eye. 'Nothing,' was his soft, almost inaudible, reply.
'I don't believe you,' I told him.
'Harry,' he started, 'if I tell you a secret, do you promise not to tell a single soul?' he asked me.
'Of course. You can tell me anything.'
Ron sighed, obviously reluctant about telling me his secret. Finally, he gave out a long sigh.
'Harry,' he began, 'I think. I'm starting to fall. in love.' There. He finally managed to say it.
'Really? With whom?'
'With. Hermione Granger.'
Harry shook his head vigorously. No, he told himself sternly. No, no, no! I cannot be falling in love with Hermione! I am not falling in love with Hermione!
"Harry!" Ron exclaimed. "What is wrong with you?"
"Huh?" Harry asked, dazed from all the head shaking. "Nothing, nothing. Don't worry about me."
Harry started to get up and walked towards his empty four-poster bed. He sat crossed-legged on it and watched as Ron climbed onto his bed as well.
"Are you sure you're all right?" Ron asked.
"Yeah," was Harry's reply. "I'm fine."
"G'night Harry."
"G'night Ron."
Harry watched as Ron snuggled himself under the warm covers of the four- poster. He saw Ron's eyes slowly close, and observed carefully as his friend drifted off to sleep.
He decided that it was time for him to sleep as well. He snuggled under his own covers, and in the silence of the night, whispered the words "I love you Hermione Granger" into the darkness.