Chapter seven

Eye of the tiger

Risin' up, back on the street

Hermione ran a hand through her hair and looked around the libaray. Finding it empty, she pulled out a moving picture of her and Ron. She sighed as the image Ron punched her playfully. Why couldn't he see her the way she was?

Did my time, took my chances

Everybody took chances. She took them all the time with Harry and him. So why couldn't she muster the courage to ask him out? SHe was the smartest witch in three hundred years and she couldn't even tell a guy how she felt.

Went the distance, now I'm back on my feet

Just a man and his will to survive

She had done so much, and now she couldn't even muster the will to ask him out. she had survived many adventures just because she didn't want him to be alone and wouldn't forgive herself if she let him down.

So many times, it happens too fast

But it had all been so fast, falling for him. She hadn't meant to.

You trade your passion for glory

She had been so absorbed in her studies and such, then one day she had just looked up to see a handsome, if somewhat dense young man. Now she was in a hole of her own making and there was no one to get her out.

Don't lose your grip on the dreams of the past

You must fight just to keep them alive

But she had to fight. She had to tell him. she bit her lip and put the picture away only to find herself staring at Ginny.

It's the eye of the tiger, it's the thrill of the fight

"Oh! GIn! What are you doing here?"

GInny shrugged and sat down. "Just brushing up on some courage spells."

Risin' up to the challenge of our rival

Hermione frowned. "Why do you need those kind of spells, they aren't on the curiculum for Charms class."

Ginny shrugged again. "Some people I know need some help getting up the nerve to ask each other out."

And the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night

Hermione blushed. "And who might they be?" she asked, knowing full well.

And he's watchin' us all with the eye of the tiger

Ginny was spared an answer by the arrival of Ron.

"GInny! What the hell were you thinking? Dating Malfoy? What is with you?"

Face to face, out in the heat

GInny stood up. "Sorry, Ronald, I really must be going. Ta dears."

And she left him spluttering.

Hangin' tough, stayin' hungry