Author's
Note: Hello everyone! This is my
first ever attempt at writing fan fiction, so please bear with me! Also after you have finished reading
this sorry excuse for a story, please review. And if you have something nasty to say,
please keep it to yourself. Or go
about using constructive criticism. For all of you out there that don't know what that it is, it is basically
saying what is wrong with the piece, but then continuing on and explaining how
it could be made better. On with
the story!
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Hermione's
Problem (part One)
Hermione was sitting with her fellow Gryffindors in the Great Hall. Breakfast had just begun on this cold
day in February. The food had just
appeared when she saw him sit down at the opposite end of then table. It was one of her best friend at
Hogwarts, none other than the infamous Harry Potter. They had been best friends since their
first year, and now that they were almost through their 5th year, her
feelings for him had changed. She
wasn't quite sure exactly how, or even why, they just had.
The
day sped along as usual. Nothing
out of the ordinary happened, even their Potions class seemed normal…well that's
if you consider Neville melting another cauldron normal. At dinner Hermione sat in between Ron
and Harry as she normally did. Though tonight Ron and Harry were arguing about Quidditch, so she wasn't
paying any attention to them. Because was not all that interested in the sport, she just kinda zoned
out. Why do Harry and Ron always
seem to be arguing about Quidditch? Don't they ever tire of the sport? I think I am going to have to start liking Quidditch or find myself 2 new
best friends if this keeps up. Hermione thought to herself as she sat there pushing her food around on
her plate. She hadn't much of an
appetite for some reason.
While
Hermione had been sitting there thinking, Ron and Harry had finished their
dinners as well as their conversation. Harry was now trying to get her attention, "Hey! Earth to Hermione! Come in Hermione!" Hermione snapped out of her trance and
looked around startled. "Oh,
sorry. I guess I wasn't paying
attention or something," Hermione said while staring down at her plate and the
mess she had created. "Hey
Hermione, I'd say that most of your food ended up on the table than in your
mouth," Ron teased. "Oh shut it
Ron!" "At least I don't spend my
days babbling on about Quidditch like you and Harry!" This statement shut Ron up quickly. "I guess me and Harry do talk about
Quidditch a lot." "Whatever
guys. Come on lets go back to the
common room and relax."
When
the three of them had reached the common room it was still pretty empty. They found three deserted cushy seats
near the fire and quickly grabbed them before someone else did. They all just sat there far a while
staring at the fire. Harry and Ron
eventually decided to play a round of Wizard Chess. Harry was losing very badly, but he was
losing with dignity. Hermione's
mind began to wander again. Look
at Harry sitting there calculating his next move. His brow furrowed with thought. Oh why is he so perfect? Wait what am I saying?!?! Harry is my friend. I can't possibly be falling for him…can
I? These thoughts worried
Hermione greatly. How could she
possibly like Harry as anything more than a friend? Suddenly Hermione jumped out of her seat
and started walking towards her dormitory. "Hey Hermione! Where are you
going?" Harry called after
her. "I am heading off to bed,"
Hermione tried to answer as casually as she could. "It's early though. Why don't you play a round of chess with
me?" "What's the point? You know you'll win anyway." "That's exactly my point. If I can't beat Ron, then I'll just have
to beat you!" "Funny. Real funny. I think I'll pass. G' night boys." With that Hermione went to her room and
crawled into bed.
As
she lay there trying to sleep, she kept picturing Harry out there with Ron
playing chess. His beautiful green
eyes full of concentration. God! What is wrong with
me?!?! Why am I thinking things
like this?!?! Harry is my
friend. How could I possibly like
him? Oh I am so confused!! Suddenly Hermione's thoughts were
interrupted as her friends Lorraine, Cambric, and Caroline came barging into the
room. "Hey Hermione! Why are you already in bed?" Lorraine called to her. "I am tired and I just want to go to
sleep," Hermione grumbled with annoyance. "Ok, sorry. Didn't mean to
make you mad." "Yeah, yeah
whatever. It doesn't matter. Just be quite so I can sleep, ok?" "Ok, ok! Sheesh! A tad bit touchy now, aren't we?" With that Lorraine and Caroline left the
room, but Cambric stayed behind to talk to Hermione.
Cambric
walked over to Hermione's bed and sat down on the edge. "Hermione. I know there is something that is
bothering you. Do you want to talk
about it?" "Er…well…no…er…I
guess." "So what is it? Come on out with it!" "Well. Er…Ithinkilikeharry," Hermione
rambled. "What? Say that again. I didn't catch that last part. Actually I didn't catch any of it!" "I said, I think I like Harry." Hermione quickly turned her head to
burry her face in her pillow so as not to see Cambric's expression. Cambric sat there for a while with a
blank look on her face. Hermione
slowly turned to look at Cambric, who was now smiling. "Wait, so you don't think I'm
crazy?" "Of course not!" Cambric squealed. "I think it's adorable! Does Harry know?" "Of course Harry knows! I told him the very minute I even
thought it," Hermione stated sarcastically. "Of course Harry doesn't know you git!
What kind of person do you think I
am?" Hermione practically
screamed. "Sorry Cambric. I didn't mean to be so mean. It's just that I have been friends with
Harry for such a long time and now all of the sudden I like him more than a
friend. It's just weird to look at
someone one day and see their best friend and the next day see someone that you
want to be with. I don't know what
to do. I don't even know if he
likes me the same way I like him otherwise I might say something. But you know me; I would never just go
out and say it to him if I didn't know. Oh I don't know what to do! This is so confusing!" Hermione began crying. This
was way too much for her to bear. She loved Harry, yet he was her best friend. Cambric comforted Hermione as best as
she could. She didn't know what to
tell her. She knew this would
bother Hermione, but because she was stubborn and shy she wouldn't dare tell
Harry about her feelings for him. Cambric swore to Hermione that she wouldn't say a word about any of
this. After Hermione had finally
calmed down and fell asleep, Cambric crawled into her own bed and feel asleep as
soon as her head hit the pillow.
That
night Hermione had many dreams about Harry. Unfortunately most of them consisted of
her telling him about how she felt, and then him freaking out about it. Though Hermione did have one good
one. She was walking down a hallway
looking for Harry, when she found him outside the Library talking to Ron and his
2 other friends, Harrison and Gerric. Hermione stood there for a few minutes watching them and trying to gather
up all of her courage. Finally she
marched up to Harry and asked to speak to him privately. They walked down the hall a little ways,
just far enough so the other guys couldn't hear what was being said. Hermione stood in front of Harry and
looked at the floor. She told him
how she felt, looking at the floor the entire time. When she finally looked back up at him,
he had a blank look on his face. Hermione slowly turned around and started walking away, sad and
dejected. She had not gone 2 steps
when she felt Harry grab her arm and pull her towards her. He embraced her in his arms and kissed
her. He then hugged her even
tighter than before. After Harry
kissed her, she turned around and walked away in sort of a daze as Harry stood
there and watched her go. Unfortunately that was where her dream ended.
"Hermione! Hermione! Wake up sleepy head! You'll be late for breakfast!" Lorraine was bouncing up and down on her
bed. Cambric was making her bed and
Caroline had already left. "Alright, alright. I'm
up!" Now that Lorraine was
satisfied that she was awake she left to go meet Caroline in the Great Hall for
breakfast. "Are you ok
Hermione?" Cambric inquired. "Yeah. I'm fine. Just a little tired. I didn't sleep to well last night. I kept having dreams about what Harry
would do if I told him." "Oh
sweetie, don't worry about this. Just try and not think about it." "Easy for you to say! You're
not the one who is in love with Harry Potter! Come on. Let's go eat
breakfast."
Cambric
and Hermione walked down to the Great Hall together. When they walked in, Hermione
immediately saw Harry. The only
thing is Harry was majorly flirting with Caroline, and she seemed to be doing
the same. When Hermione saw this
she stopped dead in her tracks. She
could feel the anger growing inside. Cambric hadn't noticed that Hermione had stopped walking until he turned
to ask her a question. I was then
she saw the look on Hermione's face. Anger and pain shone in her eyes. She followed her gaze to where Harry and Caroline were sitting at the
table. Cambric froze; she looked
from Hermione to Harry and Caroline a couple times before Hermione stormed off
towards them…
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Author's
Note: Oh a cliffhanger! Don't you just love 'em? So what'd you think? I know it's a little boring, but in
order for the rest of the story to work you had to read this part first. I know it's pretty horrible huh? Oh well tell me what you think. I'd love to hear what you have to
say. Oh yeah you pronounce Cambric
like this: Cam as in camel and bric
as in brick. And Gerric is
pronounced like this Gerr as in guarantee and ic as in
stick.
Disclaimer: Everything except the plot, Lorraine, Cambric, Caroline, Harrison, and Gerric belongs to me. Even the names don't really belong to me because they are names of friends. Everything else belongs to J.K. Rowling, so please don't sue me, besides I have about a bout $5 so it wouldn't do you any good anyways.