I do not own any of the characters from Harry Potter. If I did, I wouldn't be writing fan fiction about them. J.K would probably freak if she knew what I did with them half the time.
This is the first story that I've written that I want to continue. If anyone actually likes it and gives me some reviews, I will. If not, I'll spare you further boredom by quitting with this. I want to turn this into a Harry/Hermione fic. It's my first attempt at it. Let me know what you think. Thanks…
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"Ron, for the last time, I am fine." Harry had been trying to explain to his best friend that he was fine. He was having a difficult time doing so because he wasn't so sure of that himself. He really wasn't. Cho had broken his heart when she turned his invitation to the ball down.
Being the stubborn friend he was, Ron didn't give up so easy. "I know you're not, Harry. You don't eat right. You don't sleep that much. You wake me up all the time during the night with your tossing and turning. You watch her all the time. It was last year. You have to move on."
He did watch her a lot. He would stop dead in his tracks when he saw her coming his way in the hallways. He would watch her until she got out of his sight. It was pathetic and he knew it. But he couldn't help himself.
"I have an idea."
"Oh Ron. Your ideas stink. You always get me into some kind of trouble."
"Now Mr. Potter, you're the one that's always coming up with ideas that gets us into trouble."
Harry actually smiled. "Ok, what's your idea?"
"You ask a girl out." He saw the look on Harry's face and added, "It'll help get your mind off of Cho. You need that. And she's a loser anyway. What do you think?"
Harry thought about it for a minute or so. It did sound like a good idea. "I don't know. I don't know anyone that I'm interested in."
"I'm sure we can find someone for you. I catch girls staring at you all the time. They all turn an unusual pinkish color. You're a babe magnet. A total babe magnet." Harry couldn't resist the childish urge to stick his tongue out at Ron. Ron just laughed and threw a pillow at him.
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The next day, Harry woke up to Ron jumping on his bed. He opened his eyes slowly getting used to the brightness of the light. "Ron, what the hell are you doing on my bed?"
"Come on, get up. You've been sleeping forever." He continued his jumping.
"It's Saturday. Get off my bed."
"No." Harry sighed and then pulled Ron's feet out from under him. Ron landed next to him with a plop. "What did you do that for?"
"Because you woke me up early on a Saturday morning." He climbed out of his bed and stumbled over to the mirror. His hair was way messier than it usually was and he had crust in his eyes. "Man, I look like crap."
"Why yes you do." Harry threw a dirty look Ron's way and Ron started cracking up. "Sorry Harry but you do." Then he took off running so that Harry couldn't throw something large at him.
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"Hey Harry." It was Hermione running towards him.
"Oh hey, Hermione. What's up?"
"I just got back from the library." Harry was going to say something smart but he didn't. He noticed her struggling with the books she was carrying. They looked heavier than her.
"Do you need some help with those?"
"Oh I think I got it." She almost fell over but Harry caught her. The books went flying to the ground.
"Ha, it looks like you got it." He picked up most of the books and carried them for her. "What exactly do you do in the library all the time?"
"Ah, homework."
"You have too much of it and you spend all of your time in there. You should take less classes. Ron and I hardly ever get to see you."
"I know. And I'm sorry about that but I have to work hard if I ever want to get anywhere in life. You know that."
"Sure sure. Whatever you say." They got to the girls dorm and Harry handed over the books. He smiled at her. "How about you come down to the common room later with me and Ron? You need a little time off."
"I'm sorry Harry but I need to get done with all this stuff. I'll talk to you tomorrow. K?" She gave him the best hug that she could give him with an arm load of books and went in the dorm.
Harry walked to his own dorm thinking. He missed having Hermione around. He liked her wit. He liked her jokes. He like the way she smelled… He stopped walking and looked in the direction of the girls dorm. Why hadn't he seen it before? The girl that was best for him was right under his nose for several years. Hermione was perfect for him.
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Ok, that's all that I'm going to post for now. I have some good ideas for this story so if you want me to continue, please tell me. I think I can actually turn this story into something. I really want to know what you all think. Thank you. J