"And when you take you're…"
Potion's was a bore.
I couldn't stop thinking about what happened the night before, or how I reacted.
I tried to convince myself that I just felt like that because I didn't know what to think. Tried to convince myself it was because I cared, just cared, like a mother or sister.
And that Harry thought nothing of it, it wasn't anything at all.
That I was there for him, and Cho wasn't.
"Dismissed."
I rushed out of the dungeon and headed for the library while everyone was going to the Great Hall.
I hadn't talked to Harry all day. Why?
Hm.
No one was in the library at all.
Good.
Once I sat down in my usual spot, it hit me then. Awkward excitement burst inside of me and my stomach hurt a bit.
I got up, and actually ran to a section of the library that wasn't of my liking, really.
Finally no one was here to judge me or laugh or watch as I carefully looked for the book that I tried to smuggle out of the library.
Was I in the right spot?
Yes, of course I was, but where was the book?
I quickly became exhausted and tired of looking as I covered the whole section looking for the book.
What was it called now?
Settling Down with Your Special Wizard?
Yes, that was it.
But it wasn't there.
I sat down. I knew I should have taken it with me when I could.
Why should I care what Cho Chang thinks?
Or Harry.
But I did care.
Well about Harry, at least.
Mhm…
I wonder where he was.
In the Great Hall, probably.
What was he thinking?
Was he wondering where I was?
No, he would guess that I was in the library.
Maybe he would walk in, and ask me how I was, and kiss my hand, like I kissed his the night before.
This sparked hope.
I kept on looking at the entrance of the library.
Hoping he would walk in.
He would, he came to the library to see me before.
But that was when Cho was here, so he could stare or talk to her.
Why not me?
Was I not smart, or pretty enough?
I suddenly felt a bit jealous.
I closed my book quickly.
Why was I hiding in the library all day?
I quickly walked out of the library, and before my eyes started to sting I made it to the Great Hall.
Harry and Ron were laughing.
"Hey, 'Mione!" Ron waved a hand.
Stop calling me 'Mione.
We are not like that.
'Ronald."
Harry looked a bit shocked, but continued to laugh.
I shot him a look.
"What's wrong?" Ron asked as Harry laughed.
"Nothing at all." I glanced at Harry again, who was acting like he was drunk, "What's wrong with you too?"
"Ah, nothing, what is it wrong to laugh a bit?" Harry asked.
"Er, um, no..." He was acting like nothing happened. "Nothing," but again it was just a kiss on the hand.
"Just cracking joke," Ron smiled, "try it, 'Mione." He roughly touched my shoulder.
Harry had stopped laughing, but was still red and smiling.
No, no, no, no….why was it like this?
Ron trying to flirt, or make me happy.
But Harry…
Was I just one of those girl friends that a guy has that he treats like a guy, that he would never have an interest in.
I have feelings too…
I have problems, flaws…
I wasn't perfect…like Cho.
I smacked Ron's hand off, "No, I don't need to 'try cracking a joke' Ron," I took a breath and suddenly stood up, out of my seat. "And stop calling me 'Mione! I'm not your….your….puppy! Or girlfriend or whatever!"
I glanced at Harry. Who just stared at me, shocked.
Ron looked down.
I rushed out of the Great Hall.
I felt bad; I shouldn't have been so harsh on Ron.
But I had problems, and I was stressed, and he took life as a joke.
A bloody joke.