Chapter 2

Hermione,

Why is it so bloody important for you to know my name?

-Breeze

Hermione's brow furrowed. Why did he have to mean? She scowled as she wrote her reply.

Breeze,

Because, don't you think I have the right to know? At least give me a hint.

-Hermione

Hermione,

No, you don't necessarily have the right to know. But, if you insist, I will give you a hint.

I'm not Ron Weasley.

Because I know you wish it was him.

-Breeze

Breeze,

Who said I wished it was him? Because I most certainly do not. Ron is very happy with Lavender Brown, thank you very much.

And saying you're not him just raises my suspicions of you actually being him, not that I would care.

Because I don't.

-Hermione

Hermione,

I know you didn't say that you wished it was him, but it's pretty obvious you do. Everyone can tell how much you like him. The way you always laugh around him, or the way your face always falls when he's with Lavender.

You're just too afraid to admit how much you like him.

And for your information, I am most certainly not Ron Weasley, nor ever wish to be.

-Breeze

Hermione threw the letter on the bed and shooed Breeze away. She certainly wasn't going to respond to that. If he could ignore her whenever he wanted to, so could he.

How dare he say who she does and doesn't like. Besides, even if she did (which she most certainly DOESN'T) like Ron, it would be nobody's business but her own.

She folded her arms angrily and went downstairs to retrieve her bag so she could finally get started on her potion's assignment without further distractions.

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That night, Hermione had to patrol the third floor with Harry, and she had to admit that she was a bit afraid he was still mad at her. But she was also a bit mad herself, he had no reason to be upset with her. It was Breeze that had sent her the letter first. If that was even why he was mad.

Hermione walked down to the third floor with him, Harry still not talking to her. Finally, when they had reached their destination, she couldn't hold it in anymore.

"What did I do, Harry?" Hermione whisper-yelled at Harry. "Why are you so mad?"

"Well-" Harry began, but Hermione cut him off.

"You're all mad at me. I'm not the one writing the letters, Harry. Why are you so mad at me? What in Merlin's name did I do?"

"Well...you responded to the letters," he said dumbly.

Hermione let out and exasperated sigh and stormed towards the end of the hallway before her temper would get the best of her. She didn't want to do or say something that she would regret later.

I responded, so that's the problem now?, She thought, Gosh, why does he have to act like such a child? We're not babies, he should be mature about this.

She frowned.

But he's not mature, he's Harry, she thought as she turned her back to him. If Harry acts like this, Merlin knows how Ron will react. I reckon he's going to tell Ron soon, I'm surprised he hasn't already. Ginny, why on earth did you have to tell him at all in the first place?

Hermione silently cursed Ginny under her breath and walked to the furthest hallway away from Harry.

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Hermione walked quickly to double potions. Even though it was just Harry that was ignoring her, she felt utterly alone. Sure, she still had Ginny and Ron, but they didn't live with her, patrol the hallways with her, and at her side at almost every waking moment like Harry was.

Of course, he stayed professional and would talk to her for school reasons and at the meetings, but that was it. Hermione made a plan to confront Harry about the whole business today.

She walked into the dungeon and sat down between Neville and Ron, Harry sitting next to the latter. He giving no notice to Hermione whatsoever. Hermione felt her face burn with rage.

"Hello Ron, Neville," she said between clenched teeth. "Harry,."

Just because he was being childish, Hermione wasn't about to stoop to his level.

All of them murmured a, "Hey." All except for one.

She tried to pay attention to what Snape was saying, but it was hard to because her vision was clouded with anger.

"Pair up, the instructions are on the board," he said as he waved his wand at the blackboard and the instructions appeared.

"Hey, Harry," Hermione said in a sweet voice that resembled Dolores Umbridge's sickly sweet tone. "Would you like to be partners?" She grinned as she watched Harry's brow furrow.

"Uhh..okay," he said stupidly and went to the front of the classroom to get the supplies.

"What the bloody hell is wrong with Harry lately?" Ron asked as he sent Neville to get the ingredients. Ah, so he Ron had noticed.

"He is just being unreasonable," she grumbled under her breath so just Ron could hear, because Harry was now back.

"Okay, Harry. What will it take for you not to not be mad at me?" She asked desperately as he put the ingredients on the desk.

"One. Heat the cauldron to exactly 435 and 4/5 degrees," Harry read off the board, ignoring her question completely.

"Harry, answer me!" She demanded, but he didn't answer as he did what the instructions said.

"Harry Potter, I will not be ignored," She snarled, her rage growing as every second passed. "And for your information, I'm not even talking to him anymore, so I don't know why you're so upset," she huffed as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"Do you...like him?" Harry asked.

She stared at him, "Harry, I barely know him! I don't even know who he is!" she said harshly, though she was glad Harry was actually acknowledging her.

"Well...that changes things," he said softly. "Two. Add four cups of Powdered Moonstone..."

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