A/N: Hello! Ok, this is funny, to me anyways. Thanks to all my reviewers, but I really would like to get ten from different people before I write another chapter. Well, thanks again Blackaddersgirl, it really is out there. Bye, and REVIEW!!

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What would you say
would you think I'm unreal?

She pulled away from me, trembling with the fear of being rejected; she stared into my eyes like she was trying to look into the very depths of my soul for an answer.

"What do you say?" Hermione asked in a small whisper next to my ear.

I was terrified, frozen with shook and happiness, not knowing what to say. What was there to say? The girl of my dreams had just kissed me with such a passion that I had actually believed she loved me for a minute there. It had been magical, wonderful, and it had filed me with a warmth I'd never felt before. What was there to say?

Hermione was looking at me for any kind of reaction, a small detail that would give away my true feelings. Then I realised that this must be a set up, a hideous trick to fool with my emotions. To humiliate and embarrass me in front of everyone, I finally get the kiss of my dreams and it's a trick.

"Why are you doing this to me? Leave me alone! Do you think this is fun, playing with my emotions? Making me fall in love with you because it obviously can't hurt me, can't hurt the unfeeling Pansy?! Well I'm not falling for it. Gosh, I can't believe you had me fooled, fooled enough to show you the real me, but this is all a game to you isn't it? Just leave, I've been hurt enough Hermione, go laugh about it with your pathetic 'friends'!" I told her, well more like yelled at her, I watched as her face turn from nervous, to heartbroken in the space of one minute. She started to cry, she looked like she was actually hurt by this, like she was going to say something, but I cut in front of her before she could.

"Oh, you're a brilliant actor alright, but I'm not falling for it. I never want to speak to you again, get out of my sight right now!" I yelled at her, tears were coming to my eyes, tears that I didn't want her to see. I had to get her away before she could see how much she had hurt me, how broken my heart was.

She then ran out of the carriage, ran away from me, still crying silent tears. She left me all alone, like I always was, like I always would be. Apart from Draco, but he'll leave to eventually, when he realises that Harry is pinning away for him. So I cried. I couldn't help it, they wouldn't stop their course of running down my face, into my lap as I laid down on the floor, curled into a ball, gripping myself till I bled just to see if I was still alive. See if I could feel anything.

How could this hurt me so much? How could she have come into my life and destroyed all my barriers in just a few hours, when no one had ever been able to do that before? Why? Because she's Hermione and try as I might not to, I love her. Boy I was a mess, an unloved, bleeding mess laying on the floor on a train crying my eyes out.

I ended up crying myself to sleep there on the floor, and when I woke up the train had stopped and I had a slight headache from all the crying I had done, and from sleeping on the ground.

I was just composing myself when Draco opened the door and found me there.

"Oh, there you are Pansy! I've been looking for you everywhere. I heard that the Mudblood was found in an empty carriage with the Pothead crying her eyes out. I probable would to if I was a mudblood. Wait, Pansy, what's wrong? You look like you've been crying, is everything all right?" Draco asked me in concern, I had been hoping he wouldn't notice, but I suppose hadn't been successful with my attempt to clean myself up without the use of a mirror.

"No I'm fine, everything's great," I said with a big, fake smile pasted on my face. Draco may be my best friend and know almost everything about me, the real me, but even he didn't know about my love for Hermione, that I was gay.

I walked out of the carriage with Draco at me side, talking about 'the insufferable git' Harry Potter, but he looked at me every now and again, as if he didn't believe what I had said.

I was confused myself, at why Hermione had still been crying after she had left me. I thought she would have given up her act after that, why could she possible have been crying? And why did I still care after what she had just done to me?

Draco was still babbling on about Harry when we made our way into the Great Hall for dinner and the sorting of houses for the first years.

As the names were being called out, and the hat did his little song, I was looking for Hermione at the Gryffindor table, out of habit, while everyone else wouldn't notice. I found her face in the crowd almost immediately, it's hard to miss, she's just so beautiful. What surprised me was that her eyes were still red and puffy, she looked like she was fine when dinner started and everyone was talking, but I soon realised that it was pretend. She had her mask on again, happy on the outside, lost, hurt and heartbroken on the inside.

But why was she? Could what she had said to me possible have been true? Was she actually gay after all? Did she really like me then? Had I just yelled at her after she had told me her deepest secret?

I was staring at her and didn't even notice that Draco had stopped eating next to me and was looking at my face in interest and amazement, until he talked to me.

"Why are you staring at Granger? Do you love her?!" He whispered this in my ear, not as if he was judging me, but as if he cared and wanted to help me. Or sarcastically, it's hard to tell with him. So, I gave in. Telling him my biggest secret ever.

"Yes. I do." I said in an even softer voice, still watching Hermione as she pretended to laugh along with her friends. I told him all about the train ride to Hogwarts and he listened in silent fascination.

"Is that why she was crying on the train then?" He asked in curiosity.

"I don't know, maybe. I thought she had been teasing me, but now I'm not so sure anymore," I wish I could have said for sure that she had been, I wanted to believe she loved me so much. But how could she? And if she did, would she still want me now after everything I had said to her?

"I think she feels the same way about you Pansy," Draco said softly into my ear, after he had looked at her for a moment to. "You should tell her how you feel." Says the biggest hypocrite I know!

"Yeah, well why don't you tell Harry how you really feel about him then why don't you? And when you have done that come back and preach to me then, hypocrite." I said, slightly angry at how he could say these things as if I hadn't ever thought of them before.

"I don't like Harry!" Draco hissed angrily into my ear. Denial.

"When did I say you do?" I asked with a smirk and Draco went bright red, realizing the mistake he had made. He is such a love sick puppy, I don't know how everyone couldn't see this, and Harry wasn't that good at hiding it either, as I saw his eyes flicker over to Draco a few times throughout dinner.

"Alright, so I fancy him, so what? It's not like he likes me back, but Hermione does. Like you back that is, not me." He said with a shudder, finally giving in and admitting that he did in fact fancy Harry.

"Harry does fancy you, you blind bat! He's been checking you out all night!! So why don't you just leave all your pride behind and go tell him how you feel, you queer coward," I challenged him, his face seemed to light up when I told him that Harry had been checking him out, much like he had been doing.

"I can't! What if he doesn't like me, and rejects me?" Draco argued, "was he really checking me out?" He could help himself asking, self conscious prat.

"Yes he was, I'm sure. That's why I can't tell Hermione, what if she rejects me? After all the mean things I said to her I wouldn't be surprised if she never wanted to speak to me ever again, and what would I say to her anyway? Sorry about before, but now I realise that you weren't just playing with my feelings, but that you actually meant it?" I suggested sarcastically to Draco.

"Well, start by apologizing. Then tell her how much you love her, and that you want to shag her senseless, that ought to work," Draco suggested with a smirk, I went bright red before elbowing him in the side.

"You know that you're so wrong sometimes, don't you?" I said, glaring at him. He wasn't being any help at all, and I really needed it! What the hell am I going to do?!

"Look, she clearly likes you. It's easy to see that, she'll forgive you for this. Hell, she'd forgive you for murder!" Draco said, trying to reassure me, it did work, a little bit.

"Are you sure?" I asked him nervously, on the verge of tears and a nervous breakdown.

"I'm sure, as sure as I've been since I found out I was gay," Draco told me, I couldn't help but laugh at this. He really is a good friend to me.

"I'm so glad you don't hate me for all this," I said in a small voice; getting way too emotional for my liking. I should really stop being so soft all the time.

"About being gay? What kind of hypocrite would I be if I didn't? And about Hermione, please, Harry beats that about one million to one. Sorry to say, but my secrets are a little bit worse than yours are." He said, he was acting so gay right then, but in a very comforting, friendly way.

"You're so gay some times," I said with a laugh, maybe I was going to go into hysterics.

"Say's the lesbian talking about going over and talking to the girl she loves about her 'feelings'," he teased with a joking smirk.

All I could do was laugh, until it was finally time for everyone to go to bed; we were all making our way out of the Great Hall and into the hallway when my panicking went into overdrive. I was sweating, getting very hot, breathing heavily, and I'm fairly sure I was still laughing hysterically; this was not going to go well.

"Maybe I should talk to her later, like in a week or two? Wait until she's had time to cool down." I said to Draco, who started shaking his head at me.

"No, you have to do this now, before it's too late. Everything will be great Pansy, just you wait and see!" He said, giving me a push in her direction, before I could argue and run away like I had been planning to do.

Instead of doing what I wanted to do, I ran up to Hermione, grabbed her hand and before she could protest or pull away I dragged her into an empty class room. When we were inside with the door closed and locked I didn't let go of her hand I just watched her face to see what she was feeling. She had a look of confusion, sadness and hope on her face, she was too speechless to speak like she couldn't believe I was doing this, and for that matter neither did I.

I wanted to say something to her, something that would make her understand, something that would take away all her pain, something that would sound perfect and smart. But I couldn't think of anything, not a single word came to my lips for at least a good five minutes. We just stared into each others eyes, until I couldn't stand it anymore. Until I thought of the perfect thing to say,

"Kiss me again,"

The Migrating Fish

Everyone moved out of the huge hall after the cold man left to lead them on their journey outside. After they where outside in what seemed to resemble a line of some sorts, with the cold man at the front leading the way, they started to move forwarded. They walked for ages, miles on end only stopping for small periods of time for water, a drink, or a toilet break. But this was nothing, this was only the first day, it would get harder and rougher on the way. Their goal was far ahead and the road was dangerous, that was why they needed 'Him' as their leader. He had been doing this before they even had their first goldfish. He was their only hope to survive.