2 Proved Nothing

I didn't believe that my best friend, MY BEST FRIEND, would do that to me...

Didn't I tell Harry that I was developing feelings for Hermione?? I'm pretty sure I did. NO! I'm 100 sure I told Harry that I started liking Hermione at least two months ago...

It was pretty awkward, you know, to walk in to the Great Hall, suddenly stop, and look as if I'm going to cry right there. So I turned around and decided to skip breakfast...

I found myself by the lake crying my eyes out. Sure, every guy has got to act manly, and force themselves to not cry under any condition, or show a weakness... But, what the heck?
My dream girl got swept off her feet by my best friend, who knew she was my dream girl.

Yeah, really a time to hide my feelings...

so I cried until twenty minutes before class started. I had a hard time pulling myself together. And I had a hard time telling myself I needed to go to class, and prove that it didn't bother me.

But first, I needed tissues. I could charm some, or go to hagrids house and ask for some. I decided that if I were to charm some, I would have to accio them, and prove I had been crying; and Hagrid is closer to Harry then anyone and can't keep a secret...

I stood up, and dusted my self off. I raised my wand, about to perform the accio charm, when I was stopped. I turned to face whoever had stopped me. It was a girl. She looked like she was in her 5th or 6th year.

"Here, no need to show everyone you were crying," she smiled at me. "Not a lot of people know you're upset. And I think you'd rather keep it that way." She then handed me the tissues I now saw in her out stretched hand.

"Yeah, um... thanks," I took the tissues. "Why are you here?" I couldn't help but ask.

"To help you."

"But, Why?"

"I could tell you were upset. You looked like you were in total shock about something. Then you just turned around and left. Most people hadn't even noticed that you were there at all. I just had this feeling that I should help you out with whatever it was that upset you."

"The problem isn't anything you can help me with. How long have you been standing there?"

"Only a few minuets I lost you a few times, and this was the last place I looked," She shrugged, and then pulled a piece of her black hair out of her eyes.

"What's your name? What House? And What Year?" I desperately wanted to dock points from this girl for spying on me, and for seeing me vulnerable.

"Avangeline Beaushorn, Hufflepuff-Head Girl, Year 7. Sorry, I can't help anymore then provide tissues." She started to walk away.

"Wait, I thought Hermione was head girl." I quickly fixed my self up and started after her.

"Whoever told you that is lying. She got one too many detentions for the governors of the schools' liking. That is also why Harry didn't make Head Boy." Her dark hair continued to get into her sapphire blue eyes, even after her attempts of constant pulling it away.

"Oh, well, okay."

"Do you at least want to talk about why you were upset?? Before we enter the castle and the world of gossiping teenagers," she turned around to face me.

"At lunch, I'll tell you the whole story at lunch. Do you try and help every one?" I wanted to feel special for once. To have someone's undivided attention, even if it was just for a little while.

"I don't stop at try, and no I don't help every one. Most Slytherins are exempt from the Avangeline helpline. Alright lunch time. Meet me in the kitchens... time for class, got to go." With that, my new friend left me at the door step of the castle. Now, to face Harry and Hermione at my next class with the Ravenclaws...