~*~*~*~Someone They Love~*~*~*~
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The library was always noisier at lunchtime; a muted blend of voices lurked a few aisles away. Hermione said nothing herself. She was busy doing research, but it wasn't for homework - it was, after all, only the first day back.
She sang a snatch of a Muggle love song she'd heard over the summer aloud, then quickly coloured as she thought about the lyrics. Fed up, she closed "How to Know What's on His Mind: A Girlfriend's Guide" and replaced it on the shelf. It said nothing about checking if a boy liked you.
She knew all about one boy, unfortunately. Ron. It had been obvious ever since the Yule Ball in their Fourth Year, when she had briefly dated Viktor Krum - a Quidditch player who was practically Ron's hero. She smiled, recalling a conversation she had had with Krum, about Harry. Viktor had said that Harry was a better flyer, and knew some Defence Against the Dark Arts he (Krum) had never heard of. Perhaps that had been the beginning of it.
Hermione swung her bag onto her back in a smooth arc; her face was blanketed in worry and she bit her lip as she left the library. Why was it that she could read Ron's face like a book, but Harry was utterly unfathomable? She thought she knew. Maybe she had always known. It was a pity he didn't.
It was something of a mixed blessing, thought Hermione bitterly as she made her way to Gryffindor tower. Though she wanted Harry to think of her as more than 'just Hermione', part of her could not help but despair in the knowledge that the feeling was not mutual; if Harry ever found out how she felt, their friendship would dissolve in awkwardness.
She stopped short while mounting the stairs, unable to take it any more; then she made up her mind and leapt up the staircase to the seventh floor. A few short minutes later, she was standing in front of a bare stretch of wall. 'Give me a sign,' thought Hermione desperately; 'anything, some indication that he might...'
The door to the Room of Requirement materialised. Hermione trembled as she pushed it open. A book and a note lay on the rickety table in the otherwise bare room. Hermione tiptoed over to it and lifted the book. "Does He Love You?" read the title. The note was fixed to the book, just beneath the title, with a Temporary Sticking Charm.
Yes
But he doesn't
know yet.
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roxoan: When did she say that?! Hermione fancied Ron in GoF, but by OotP it looked to me like her feelings were fading.
Daintress: Thanks for reviewing, and I read "Lucius Got Run Over by a Snorkack"! I haven't laughed that hard in a very long time!
OrganisedMess: Your wish is my command! :D
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The library was always noisier at lunchtime; a muted blend of voices lurked a few aisles away. Hermione said nothing herself. She was busy doing research, but it wasn't for homework - it was, after all, only the first day back.
She sang a snatch of a Muggle love song she'd heard over the summer aloud, then quickly coloured as she thought about the lyrics. Fed up, she closed "How to Know What's on His Mind: A Girlfriend's Guide" and replaced it on the shelf. It said nothing about checking if a boy liked you.
She knew all about one boy, unfortunately. Ron. It had been obvious ever since the Yule Ball in their Fourth Year, when she had briefly dated Viktor Krum - a Quidditch player who was practically Ron's hero. She smiled, recalling a conversation she had had with Krum, about Harry. Viktor had said that Harry was a better flyer, and knew some Defence Against the Dark Arts he (Krum) had never heard of. Perhaps that had been the beginning of it.
Hermione swung her bag onto her back in a smooth arc; her face was blanketed in worry and she bit her lip as she left the library. Why was it that she could read Ron's face like a book, but Harry was utterly unfathomable? She thought she knew. Maybe she had always known. It was a pity he didn't.
It was something of a mixed blessing, thought Hermione bitterly as she made her way to Gryffindor tower. Though she wanted Harry to think of her as more than 'just Hermione', part of her could not help but despair in the knowledge that the feeling was not mutual; if Harry ever found out how she felt, their friendship would dissolve in awkwardness.
She stopped short while mounting the stairs, unable to take it any more; then she made up her mind and leapt up the staircase to the seventh floor. A few short minutes later, she was standing in front of a bare stretch of wall. 'Give me a sign,' thought Hermione desperately; 'anything, some indication that he might...'
The door to the Room of Requirement materialised. Hermione trembled as she pushed it open. A book and a note lay on the rickety table in the otherwise bare room. Hermione tiptoed over to it and lifted the book. "Does He Love You?" read the title. The note was fixed to the book, just beneath the title, with a Temporary Sticking Charm.
Yes
But he doesn't
know yet.
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roxoan: When did she say that?! Hermione fancied Ron in GoF, but by OotP it looked to me like her feelings were fading.
Daintress: Thanks for reviewing, and I read "Lucius Got Run Over by a Snorkack"! I haven't laughed that hard in a very long time!
OrganisedMess: Your wish is my command! :D
