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A/N: Please, please review! This next part is a bit….obscure….but I think it fits.
Lavender and Parvarti's P.O.V.
"I can't believe this!" she paced the floor of her dormitory, her tears gone, replaced by pure frustration and blatant anger. "How could he just leave me behind like this?"
"He just doesn't want you to get hurt," Lavender said, for the one hundredth time. "Exploding Snap?" Hermione shook her head and worried her bottom lip, looking anxiously out the window.
"I'll kill him, I really will. If Voldemort doesn't, I will," Lavender and Parvarti winced at the mention of Voldemort. Hermione sighed, exasperated. She flopped down on the bed so hard that it awoke Crookshanks, who gave her a reproachful look and hopped to Parvarti's bed. "All I wanted to do was help him, and where am I now? Stuck in Gryffindor Tower, worried sick."
"Hermione, you have to believe us, if we could tell you why Harry really doesn't want you to go, we would," Parvarti said, "but as it were…we're sworn to secrecy."
"Sworn to secrecy? Since when has that stopped you before?"
"Since it's important this time,"
"Like shouting out that Ernie was cheating on Hannah in the middle of the Great Hall wasn't important,"
"She was bound to find out sometime," Parvarti waved her hand, as if dismissing the thought. "Anyway, we still can't tell you." Hermione growled, frustrated. A few moments of silence passed.
"So…" Lavender said, breaking the stillness. "Exploding Snap, anyone?"
"Enough with the Exploding Snap, Lav," Parvarti said, calmly taking the cards from her. "Let's play a different game."
"I don't want to play anymore games, if you don't mind," Hermione said, hugging one of her pillows and looking absolutely miserable.
"Why are you so keen on going with Harry to the battle, anyway?" Parvarti asked. Hey, she figured, if it worked on Harry, it should work on Hermione. She just prayed that Hermione wouldn't see through it. "You could die."
"So could he,"
"But what about you?"
"What about me?"
"Hermione, you do realize that if you're dead, that means no more going to the library, no more studying, no more friends, no more anything,"
"I know that! It's just…."
"Just what?"
"I don't know. I need to know he's safe. And I can't do that if I'm stuck here,"
"And he needs to know that you're safe. That's why you're here."
"I can take care of myself; he doesn't need to worry about me,"
"But he does, and you know that,"
"He worries just as much over you as you do over him," Lavender added. "So, how come you just gave up back there? You could have taken him and just gone anyway."
"You had my wand,"
"I don't know, Hermione, Lav has a point," Parvarti said, a wicked small smile crossing her face. "You were beating him pretty hard out there. I'm sure you could have just barged past and he wouldn't have been able to do anything about it."
"That's not true, and you know it,"
"I think it is….after all, it is you Hermione,"
"What are you talking about?"
"Oh come on, you've got that boy wrapped completely around your finger,"
"How dare you even insinuate that! Harry and I are just friends, we always have been, and we always will be," she ended the last part with a wistful sigh.
"Did I detect distaste at the status of your current relationship, Herms?"
"Don't call me that, and no."
"Oh, but I think we did," Lavender smiled wickedly. She rolled over onto her stomach on her bed and propped her head up onto a pillow. "So spill, Granger."
"And don't forget to tell all the juicy details."
"Juicy details? You do realize that you're talking to the girl who spends half her life in the library, right?"
"Yes, but the other half you spend with Harry," They had her there. Parvarti smiled smugly as Hermione bit her bottom lip.
"So, tell, or we'll……we'll…..Parvarti, what'll we do?" Parvarti sighed.
"Just sit down before you hurt yourself, dear," she patted Lavender's hand. Parvarti often thought herself the smarter of the two (though the opposite was true, Parvarti just got more publicity). "Just tell us. We won't tell anyone." She gave Hermione a sweet smile.
"And I should believe you why…?" Hermione looked skeptical.
"Because we are sworn to secrecy as your roommates. Nothing leaves these walls, my friend, nothing at all," Parvarti gestured around her.
"Can I have your word on that?"
"Of course. Now…..for that story…." Hermione blushed and sat down on her bed, as she had momentarily been pacing.
"I don't know when it happened really. It just did. One day, I'm studying with Harry Potter, best friend, and the next, I'm studying with Harry Potter, crush of Hermione Granger. I never told anyone…and I can't believe I'm telling you. The last thing he needs is something else confusing in his life, least of all me. So, I backed off."
"No juicy details?" Lavender pouted. Hermione laughed
"Nope, sorry,"
"What about David and all of your other boyfriends?"
"I never really liked them, though David was a very good shoulder to cry on at times. Actually, now that I think about it, I didn't get a chance to go out with most of them, what with my surrogate brothers, mostly Harry, coming in and blasting his buttocks right off of him. Annoying as anything, though it made for an interesting half and hour every time I had a date…." They lapsed into silence for a few minutes, Hermione looking out the window every few minutes, biting her nails.
"I really hope he's okay, and not just because I love him. He is my friend, after all, and he hasn't been feeling well the past few days, with his scar hurting an all….and I was just on the brink of finding a way to get rid of his Horcrux scar. In fact, I should go right now to the library….." she hopped off the bed and made her way to the door. Parvarti stepped in front of her.
"Hermione Granger, you are not leaving this room," she said sternly.
"Darn. I thought it was a good try," Hermione's posture lessened, dejectedly.
"You didn't let me finish," Parvarti took a deep breath. They better be snogging by the time Harry comes back from the war, otherwise there would be hell to pay for letting her do this. "What I meant to say was that you aren't leaving this room unless it's to go to Harry….catch my drift?" Hermione's eyes brightened. Parvarti unlocked the door and handed Hermione her wand.
"If Harry asks, you attacked us both and forced your way out the door," she said. "Otherwise, we'll catch hell for letting you out." Hermione nodded knowingly. She tentively stepped outside the door, not sure if they were actually letting her do this; they were awfully frightened of Harry after all. She gave the girls a small smile, and then dashed down the dormitory steps.
"Those two…." Parvarti shook her head.
"Ignorant as hell, aren't they?" Lavender asked.
"Yep, and I think they're damn proud of it, too,"