-Hermione's POV-
Ron and Harry looked at each other with confused looks.
"Hermione, why do you say that?" Harry simply asked, leaning towards me.
I shooked my head. "Ron asked what we think about love, or whether we believe in it or not. I was just simply stating my opinion. Why are you guys looking at each other like that?" I noticed that these boys are communicating through their eyes ,it's as if talking about me without making a sound.
"Hermione, are you okay? Please, tell us if something's wrong. You haven't spoken since this morning. Of course, we'd be surprised by your sudden comment." Harry said, staring at me.
"Oh well I'm sorry for worrrying you. Don't worry about me. I'm fine. Like what Ron said I talk too much and it often gets annoying. So I'll just shut up."
"W-wh-what! I said no such thing!" Ron denied, his eyes dilating in fear.
"But that was what you mean when you said I talk nonstop." I comebacked. "Sorry, but excuse me." I stood up and ran to the nearest bathroom.
I sat on the toilet and cried. I let tears fall from my eyes. I've let out what I've been holding back since this morning. I am so done with people pushing me around and talking behind my back.
"Hermion is such a nerd," Ron said. "Wait, do you think she probably heard that?" He whispered to Harry.
"Ron, I'm sure she's asleep or she would've got up and smacked us both," I heard Harry.
"I like Hermione and I'm glad she's our friend but sometimes, I just wanna ditch her out of our group. I mean we have nothing in common. What do you think, Harry?"
"I-I don't know. Hermione's my friend. I can't backstab her, Ron and you shouldn't either. Remember? All 3 of us are bestfriends! And bestfriends don't do this to each other!"
"I'm not backstabbing her! I'm just stating my opinion!" Ron argued. "What's the matter, Harry? Do you like Hermione? Be honest."
I held my breath and tried my best not to grip the sheets or else they would know I've been eavesdropping.
"Hermione? No! I already told you that! I would never like her in a million years, Ron."
"Yeah I mean I can see why no boys ever liked her. First, she's a nerd, second of all, she's too bossy and sometimes braggy which can get extremely annoying. Third, she's not pretty."
"Ron, you really shouldn't say that about her. She could wake up and be hurt of what you said. And you really should lower your voice you know." Harry said in a lower voice.
"Harry, it's either you agree with me or I think you like Hermione." I can hear Ron's challenged tone. "Pick one."
"Ron-"
"Choose."
"Fine, just so you'll shut up, I'll pick you." Harry gave up with a long sigh.
I can see a smile in Ron's voice even with my eyes closed. "Then say, 'Hermione's not pretty and nothing in the world could make me ever like her.' "
"It's not necessary-"
"Okay then you like Hermione!"
"You're so annoying! Ugh fine. I'm sorry, Mione but you're not pretty and nothing in the world could make me ever like you."
I was expecting Harry to be on my side. I though he was Harry Potter? I thought he wasn't scared about what people think? But no. I was wrong.
Ever since he made Draco as an enemy, I was there for him no matter what. Even if got in trouble for punching his nose.
Everybody thinks it's Ron I like. But no. Because ever since Harry and I rode a hipogriff together, I started to see him more than as friends. I accepted the fact that he'll never see me the way I see him. I was contented. What hurts is that he said those words behind my back. And he's the last person on Earth that I thought would never hurt me.
Is is that hard to wish people would fight for me? Even just once?
Why do I always end up caring the most and getting hurt?
Stop crying. You're making yourself look pathetic, my own mind said.
You're right. I shouldn't. Because I'm better than this.
I wiped my tears using the hem of my shirt and went out of the bathroom.
Then, on my way to our seat, I saw Harry talking to this pretty Asian girl outside our seat room with the candy seller and her candy cart. I saw how he froze the moment their hands accidentally touched when they both aimed for the same candy. Because that's the way I look at him and nothing hurts more than to see him looking at someone else the way I do.
I forced my eyes to turn away. Just when I was planning to vent my feelings put in the bathroom again, I heard my name being called.
-Harry's POV-
"H-hi s-s-sorry," I blushed as I let go of our hands quickly. "Y-y-you c-c-can h-h-have i-i-it."
I swear that moment, my world stopped spinning. How could anyone be as beautiful as her be legal? Shouldn't it be crimed to be overly beautiful? Because I'm telling you, this girl is the most beautiful girl I've seen before.
"Harry Potter?" The mysterious, beautiful girl said.
"Y-y-yes?"
"You are Harry Potter! I can't believe I'm talking to you!"
I felt butterflies in my stomach(if that's even possible.) SHE KNOWS ME!
Of course she does, dumbass. You're Harry Potter aka the boy who lived.
"I'm Cho, by the way," Cho extended her hand and I hesitatedly shook it. I felt sparks all over my body. "I'll see you around, Harry." she gave me a gorgeous smile before she walked away. "And thank you for letting me have this!"
"Are you gonna buy anything or what?" The candy woman said in a mean, hurry-the-fuck-up tone.
"Uh yeah," so I ended up buying almost everything because I got hungry again. I swear puberty sucks.
"Hey," Ron greeted as soon as I came back. "Yum," he commented, taking some.
I noticed that Hermione's been gone for the past 15 minutes or atleast and still hasn't come back. Hermione's acting strange today and I'm getting more and more anxious.
"Here," I heard her voice.
The door opened and there stumbled Hermione and Draco.
"Ahhh ahhh, help me, Granger. I'm begging you." Draco begged as he sat across from us, hugging his leg. I don't think he noticed Ron and I because I know that his pride is more important and he wouldn't like to see it if I saw him suffering.
"Only if you say please," Hermione demanded.
"PLEASE HERMIONE JUST MAKE IT GO AWAY," Draco shouted, squeezing his eyes shut.
"You actually called me by my name for the first time," Hermione noticed. "Umalis Sakit!" And with the wave of her wand, Draco stopped whimpering.
There was an awkward silence. Ron and I exchanged confused looks. What happened to Draco? How did he bumped to Hermione? And most importantly, why did he run to her when he hated her with passion?
"T-Thank you, Granger," was all Draco said. This has got to be the first time he's polite.
"It's nothing, Malfoy. But next time you make fun of me again, remember that I won't have a second thought whooping your butt." Hermione warned.
"I won't anymore! Because you saved me," Draco protested.
"Thank you then,"
"And I will talk to Goyle and Crabbe to leave you alone. Thanks again, Hermione," he gave her a small smile before he left.
"The bloody hell was that all about?" I couldn't help but feel curious. She better have a good explanation on how she and Malfoy somehow ended up bumping to each other?
"I was just helping." She sat across from us.
"How did you bump into him? And why did he ask for help?" I asked, firing her up with questions.
"Okay, one at a time," She said. "I just found him in an empty room, agonizing in pain and he asked for help. So I did."
This is getting really frustrared. I want the FULL story. Not one sentence at a time unless I ask you to.
"What happened to him?"
"I don't know." She looked away.
"Hermione, be honest, are you mad at us? Because it seems like you are and if you are, I need you to tell us so we know what we did. Not ignore us." I demanded, I put my hand on top of hers.
"I'm not." She pulled away which made me disappointed. Normally, she would put her other hand on top of mine. But for her to pull away kind of disappointed me in a different, unexplainable way. "And why would I, Harry? What did you and Ron do to make me mad?" she asked, her eyes piercing into mine.
I don't know why but something about the way she looked at me or the way her tone changes made me suspicious. Like she knows something we don't.
"Nothing, Hermione."
"That's what I thought."