As the Hogwarts Express pulled out of the station, 16 year old Harry Potter was filled with dread. His 6th year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry would bring harder magic, more thoughts about the prophecy, War in the Wizarding world, but worst of all. . . .girl problems.
"How do their minds work?" Harry thought upon hearing a group of giggling girls in the next compartment.
"Harry, is something wrong?" his best friend Hermione Granger asked.
"Umm. . . .no," he answered untruthfully. The problem, in fact, was Hermione. He loved her. It got complicated when he realized that he was also fond of Ginny Weasley.
Despite the issue of choosing which girl, his friendship with Ron was at stake. Harry knew that Ron loved Hermione.He had sincethird year, after the werewolf and dementor fiasco.Ron had been planning on askingHermione to the ball, untilKrum did. Also,if Harry were to go out with Hermione, things would become awkward. There would be a twosome plus one, instead of a trio.
Then there was Ginny. She was Ron's little sister, and he was very protective. If Harry were to hurt Ginny in any way, Ron would hate him, not to mention kick his butt.
"Oh! What am I supposed to do!" Harry moaned to himself. Girls are so complicated, and strange.
At that moment, Ron left to find the snack car, his grumbling stomach finally running out of patience. Then, Hermione suddenly got a strange look on her face, an expression of longing and confusion. Slowly, she scooted over so that she was right next to him. She was so near to Harry, that he could count the freckles on her nose. He had only been in this predicament once, with Cho. He was grateful that Hermione, at least, wasn't crying.
"Hermione, I. . . " Harry began. He didn't finish. Hermione had shut him up with her lips. He was steadily getting over the shock, and began to deepen the kiss.
"What the bloody hell!" An angry voice shrieked. Ron had returned.