Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter (or the characters), but at least I can write a bit of fanfiction to show my appreciation to the wonderful Harry Potter series.

A/N: To anyone celebrating Thanksgiving tomorrow, Happy Thanksgiving! Oh, since I do have a longer weekend, I'm definitely going to put up a chapter or two. :D

*Hermione's POV*

I was going to hate him forever. I don't know why I keep trying to tell myself that I'd ever like him. I was glad that I was with Ron and Harry for Christmas. At least then I don't have to think about Draco. I can't (well, maybe I slightly can) understand why I would ever think for even a moment that I liked him. It's not meant to be, and I'll be happy to tell him that when break ends. Right now, I'm going to hang out with my two very best friends, or maybe I'll hang with Ginny. It just depends on who wants to hang out with me.

"Hermione," Ginny said. I almost dropped the transfiguration textbook that I had decided to read to get my mind off things.

"Ginny," I said. She sat in the chair in front of me, as I was sitting at the table.

"Can I talk to you?" she asked.

"Well, alright. What do have to tell me?" I asked.

"Well, I kinda like Harry, but I don't know if he likes me." Probably not. He kissed Cho at the last DA meeting we had. I thought to myself.

"Have you ever considered asking him if he likes you?"

"Yes, but he's always busy with Ron, or you. Do you like Harry?"

"Only as a friend."

"Not that it matters, but do you like Ron?"

"Just a little bit."

"Oh. Well, if you see Harry, can you ask him?"

"Of course."

"Ask me what?" Harry asked.

"Oh, I'll tell you later," I said.

"Why can't you tell me now?" Harry asked.

"Because, Ginny's in the room," I said.

"I'll leave," Ginny said, while glancing in Harry's direction. Well, I guess she wants me to ask now, and I'll ask for her. Somehow, I don't think that's all she wanted to about.

"Harry, Ginny was wondering if you liked her," I said. Harry was speechless for a moment.

"Why would she ask that? It's not like she likes me," Harry said.

"Just answer the question."

"Okay, okay, I do like her, but,"

"But you like Cho more. I'll tell Ginny."

"Wait, how about instead, you ask her if she'll go out with me?"

"Alright. I can do it. Is there a particular time you want me to do it at?"

"Is as soon as possible an option?"

"Yeah."

"Oh, and Hermione, where did you actually go Saturday?"

"Um, exactly where I said I was going."

"Then why weren't you in the common room when Ron and I came back?"

"I had changed my mind and had decided to take a walk. I just needed a bit of peace."

"Oh, okay." I left Harry sitting there at the table, and went upstairs to find Ginny. I found her in the room that she and I were sharing. She was just sitting on one of the beds, the one that was hers for break and farthest from the door.

"Ginny," I said. Her back was towards me and I didn't think that she heard me open the door.

"What?" she asked. She seemed to have been crying, but why?

"What's wrong?"

"Harry doesn't like me, does he? He likes Cho, doesn't he?"

"No. Actually, I came up here to ask you if you'd like to go out with Harry, not to tell you anything that you seem to be thinking."

"Oh. Well, I would. Don't worry about telling him, I'll tell him later."

"Okay." During most of the day, Ginny and I hung out and talked. After dinner, Ginny asked me the question I had been dreading all day.

"Hermione, do you like Draco?" she asked.

"No, and I don't ever think I will," I said.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm 100% positive."

"Really? Because, it doesn't seem that way. I think he likes you."

"Well, I wouldn't care one bit if he did, and besides, I'm smart enough to figure that out myself. I already knew that. I just don't like him."

"Is that what you would say if he asked you?"

"No. If he asked me, I would have a long rant about how we're not meant to be together and how it's just unnatural for the pureblood Slytherin to fall for the complete opposite-a muggle-born Gryffindor. I don't like him, and I never ever want to, and I never ever will because he is an arrogant stuck-up brat that I would never fall for."

"Never again will I ask. No wonder he doesn't bother to ask. He probably knows that what you'll do."

"Probably."

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