A smile, from ear to ear, was what I got. When I saw the blood dripping down his face and gasped. Just a smile is what I got. Yes, I was going to be angry but I swallowed my anger and just laughed. The fake blood was dripping from his forehead. I knew he just wanted to cheer me up.
"Harry!" I laughed. Tears where still in my eyes and on my cheeks but I laughed anyway. We had only been friends for a day and already he knew when I was upset, he didn't get angry when I screamed at him and he was trying to cheer me up. Yes, the joke wasn't very funny but at least he tried. The joke was especially not funny when the rain is washing away the fake blood, which made me be able to see that there was no cut or scratch.
Laughing, he sat on the bench next to me. Harry Potter was trying to cheer me up. I only noticed who he was just then. A couple of seconds ago I thought him only as a normal person. Until I remembered him, his famousness, his greatness and his hotness. I'm the luckiest person on earth.
"Was it really funny?" he asked. I was going to say yes but I stopped and thought. Would he really like to hear a lie? And I didn't really feel like lying. I want to be my old self, the person who barely ever lies.
"No, it wasn't very funny, your joke. I should, really, be mad at you for scaring me. I'm laughing at your attempt to cheer me up and to be nice," I said and laughed some more at his disappointment.
"Hmmm… well, whatever. I never really had a sense of humour anyway," he said, "Well, when I'm trying to cheer people up, I don't. I feel too sad for them and sometimes curious like right know."
"I see," I said, not really knowing what to say. I wiped my tears that lingered on my cheek away. At least I wasn't crying anymore.
"Amy…" he said, looking into my eyes, "You can talk to me about whatever it is that is bothering you if you want. I know we barely even know each other but if you want someone to talk to, I'm always here."
I sighed. Would he understand? Well, I can't tell him about me being worried about not going back to my own time but I can tell him about Jake and my behaviour difference and kind of about me missing my home.
"It's Jake," I said looking at the wet grass in front of my shoes, suddenly everything just wanted to come out, all my worries. At least I never blurted out about the time traveling. "I think he doesn't like me anymore, our kissing doesn't even feel the same, I think he likes Hermione. He probably does I am horribly, ugly, just some weird geek. Hermione's beautiful. I'm not acting as my usual self for some reason, I miss my old home, my old school…
"I saw Jake flirting with Hermione with my own eyes. We talked, we forgave each other but then when we kissed, it wasn't the same. No heart thumping. I wasn't really even enjoying it. So I stopped it and ran. I wanted to be alone so I could think. That was the first time I ever screamed at my friends. I've been acting different before too. Getting bad grades, lying to teachers. That's not me, yet that's how I've been acting like in my old school and now here. I just… I don't know." I was crying again because of my own frustration.
Harry grabbed my arms and made me look at his face. "I'm not going to tell you if I ever saw any of this flirting business but listen to me. What I think you should do is have some time away from Jake and I think you should accept your change. You are changing because you're learning, seeing, and accepting other things that you don't know. It happens. Well, it happened to me too. Just take some deep breaths and calm down. Ask yourself this: Do you want someone who loves you truly or someone who likes someone else? From your answer move on." For a second there it looked like he was going to kiss her, only for a second. He got up and walked up to the castle leaving me alone on the bench. I then noticed I was crying again.
Do you want someone who loves you truly or someone who likes someone else? My answer is someone who loves me truly. Of course its that one. Why would I stay with someone who likes someone else, like… Jake. He loves Hermione. He loves someone else. But wait… I can't be sure of that. Maybe he loves me and just had a small crush on Hermione. His feelings will probably change right away about Hermione if I told him about her being my grandmother.
I got off the bench and walked back up to the castle, watching out for puddles. I am not a really 'get socks wet' kind of person.
First I really have to figure out if Jake likes Hermione in a loving way or a crush way or just a friend. To find out if he likes Hermione I will have to spy on him. And on Hermione too, I don't want her to fall in love with him. That will be hard, spying on two people. I sighed. But it had to be done. Was I doing the right thing? I don't know. All I know is my boyfriend might be cheating on me. And I don't like that.
Jake's POVWhere did she run off too? What's wrong with her? We said sorry, I'm even going to try and forget Hermione for her. Well, actually because I know that I will have to go back forward in time, where Hermione is my teacher.
The kiss with Amy was different. Way different! It didn't feel the same at all. Maybe because I am not in love with her anymore. Maybe because whenever I see Hermione I wish to walk up to her and kiss her. Maybe because- wait hold it buddy, I am not supposed to think about her anymore. I know that I can never have a future with her, because when she is going through her future I would be in the future. She will be Amy's grandmother. Imagine me going out with an old granny, a teacher. My teacher. That would be so lame and I bet I would stop loving her when I first see her in the future. Yeah, she is a pretty lady for an old teacher but I think she would never love me the same way. Imagine doing it with a lady the age of your grandmother? I wouldn't even want to touch her!
So anyway, my plan is to keep away from Hermione-even in my thoughts- and fall back in love with Amy. Easy, eh? Yeah… no! I couldn't stop thinking about Hermione. Not even for a minute! All I wanted to do when I entered the common room and saw Hermione on the couch was walk up and kiss her. I wanted to tell her everything-how I felt about her, and how I didn't like Amy anymore. But of course I didn't. I walked right past her to the boys' dorm. The others who shared the same dorm with me were there but one person was missing. Harry Potter.
Ron, Dean and Seamus were talking about how Amy shouted at them to go away and leave her alone. Why would she do that? was their main question. Of course, I have the answer but I wasn't about to tell them. Instead I exited the dorm. I have to find Amy. What made her so upset anyways? I thought irritably. We said sorry, we made up I even kissed her! Maybe because the kiss was different she got scared. Or maybe the kiss was only different for me because she's not in love with anyone, is she? I am getting angrier thinking about it. How can she love someone else? Who, out there, would she rather be with? She obviously still loves me. She has to love me.
I opened the big doors that led to outside. It was raining, hard. I looked around. Not near the forest, not near the hut, not near… what is that her? Yes it is her! On the bench with… Harry? Why's is hand on her shoulder! Why is he touching my girlfriend!?
Now I was angry. Very angry. I ran back upstairs to the empty common room and waited. Lets see how long she would stay with that scar face!
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