If I Only Could Decide…
A/N: Sort of a Hermione/Ron/Harry triangle. Hermione's dreaming one night, and… well, don't expect me to tell you! Read!
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Hermione lay fast asleep, safe in her little dream world. Usually, she dreamed of happy Hogsmeade adventures, Christmas, Halloween, her birthday… sensible things that a studious 15-year-old girl should be dreaming of. But tonight… tonight something was different about her dreams. The subject switched from the A+ she'd gotten on her Transfiguration test the day before to something she'd never dreamed about before.
Tonight, she dreamt of Ron. The way his flame colored hair fell wispily across his forehead when he was frustrated… the way his hazel eyes flashed when her yelled at her… the way his hand quickly scribbled his messy signature…
But then, the dream switched again. Was that.. yes, indeed it was Harry! The way his eyes lit up when he laughed, the way he shot her a smile when he thought she wasn't looking, the way his black hair never seemed to be combed…
Hermione bolted up in her bed, shaking. This was not normal! This wasn't normal at all! This wasn't supposed to happen to her! She was supposed to fall in love—with one person, mind you—when she was twenty one and then get married after dating for a year! She was six years off schedule! This was bad, this was very bad… "This is bad, this is very, very bad. Bad, very bad," she whispered again and again, her voice getting louder every time. "This is BAD!" she finally shouted, swinging her arm out and knocking over her fairy alarm clock: when it was 6:30 A.M., little fairies yelled in her ears, singing "Get UP, morning glory. Get UP, morning glory!" The fairies screamed and sqwuaked going all around the room, arousing some of the girls with their songs.
My number one
There could never be no one like you
How come
I feel this way about
My number two
Never tried to tell me
What to say or do
I'm so in love with two
"I'm up! I'm up! Back to sleep," Parvati mumbled, putting her head down on her pillow, her soft snores starting up again.
"Jeez, Hermione!" Lavender cried, wide awake now. "I understand that you want us to be punctual, but setting evil pixies on us won't help any!"
"They're fairies," Hermione muttered.
"'I DON'T REALLY CARE!" Lavender shouted, getting her "Shower Bag" from underneath her bed. This contained everything Lavender needed to get up and running in the morning: special, custom made body wash, pink pouf, pink smelly lotion, a pink fluffy towel with Lavender Brown embroidered on it, shampoo that read: Êau Dé Shampoo, which was pink and reeked of girly flowers like freesia, honeysuckle, gardenia, and vanilla with matching conditioner and perfume (Lavender constantly reminded her that it was "parfume" not perfume, and that it was slang to say the latter). Hermione just sprayed on a bit of her special perfume she'd invented herself in the morning, brushed her hair and teeth, and was off. That 16 oz bottle lasted her a year. Lavender went through perfume every month!
Lavender walked by the clock hanging in the dormitory, saying "Two thirty a.m. and I haven't even washed my hair…" Suddenly, she stopped. "TWO THIRTY??!!???!!! Screw this, I'm going back to sleep."
The other girls agreed, but Hermione could think of nothing else. She was in love, nothing else to it. But with two people? Did life with her always have to be so difficult??
I don't wanna push it
I don't wanna fight
But this feeling keeps me up all night
If I only could decide
But I can't make up my mind
I'm breaking all my rules because of you
"Mornin', Hermione," said Ron sitting down next to her at breakfast, ruffling her hair. She stiffened slightly, but returned his greeting in what she hoped was a normal voice. Her act must have fooled Ron, because he didn't say anything. But she knew tricking Harry would be slightly different.
Harry knew a lot of people very well and tended to know when they were okay and when they weren't. Sometimes this comforted Hermione, but sometimes it really annoyed her.
Today would most likely be the latter.
But Harry didn't come down to breakfast, and that worried Hermione. She tried to ask Ron where he was, but all Ron would tell her was that the house elves hadn't put out blueberries for his pancakes this morning.
"I mean, how screwed is that? They put out whipped cream, cherries, strawberries, apple cinnamon sauce… but no blueberries! That is messed up…"
Hermione shook her head. Ron truly had a one track mind.
You can tell me it's not right
And it tears me up inside
But the problem is I'm so in love with two
She went to classes as normal, and saw Harry once or twice in the halls, but never spoke to him. Hermione hoped to see him at lunch, but he still avoided her. So she sat with Lavender (Ron was complaining about the quality of his soup, and she didn't want to interrupt that).
Now, normally, Hermione didn't like to talk to Lavender; Lavender was a very gossipy person and Hermione hated that. But Lavender did run the Female Advice column at the school paper, so Hermione decided that maybe talking to her about her problem would help. Lavender often gave good advice, so talking ot her seemed to be a natural choice.
"Lavender, can I talk to you about something? It's kinda personal," Hermione said, embarrassed.
"Sure!" Lavender took her pumpkin juice and followed Hermione to the grounds.
"This isn't easy," Hermione began. Lavender's eyes lit up.
"Really!" she said. "Is it okay if I take notes, Hermione? Great, just great." Lavender took out a quill and notepad and grinned. "Go ahead, I'm ready now."
Hermione immediately started to feel nervous. Maybe coming to Lavender wasn't such a good idea. This would probably blow up in her face. Ah, well. "You see… I think I… er I… well I…" Hermione stammered.
Lavender looked bored. "You're in love with two people who happen to be your best friends, Harry and Ron. Can I write my piece now?" She raised her eyebrows.
Hermione stared. "How did you…"
"It's written all over your face," Lavender said, a smile playing over her heavily laquered lips. "Plus, this sorta thing happens all the time. Can I see you for an interview? I'm free Friday." She gave Hermione that same smile.
Hermione raised her eyebrows this time. "Excuse me? Your piece?"
"Yeah, my piece. 'Smart Girl's Stupid Problem' or "A Common Flaw for a Flawless Young Lady…' Haven't decided." She gave the same fake beauty queen smile still.
"Bye now." Hermione got up, dusted herself off, and ran like the wind…
My number one
You're givin me everything I need
But some things still are better with
My number two
He's the one that really makes me feel
So good
I'm so in love with two
Hermione tried and tried as she might, but couldn't concentrate in History of Magic. Harry still wouldn't talk to her, and Ron was still upset about the blueberry and soup incidents at mealtimes, and would tell anyone who would listen that a house elf must have died because there was no other reason for the poor quality of the usually fantstic foods. Hermione couldn't possibly get him to think of anything else.
Hermione decided that nothing would help her to figure this out.
Like anything else, this just needed time.
I don't wanna push it
I don't wanna fight
But this feeling keeps me up all night
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A COMMON FLAW FOR A FLAWLESS GIRL
By Lavender Brown
Straight "A" student Hermione Granger has problems just like the rest of us, writes Lavender Brown, special Hogwarts Female Advice Comlumnist. She confided in yours truly her own problem:
Hermione Granger was in love with her two best friends. As you surely know, the "Dream Team," nicknamed by the students of Hogwarts consists of Hermione Granger, Ronald Weasley, and the famous star Harry Potter. "It's bad enough that they will do anything she wants them to," says Josephina Kaliian, a sixth year prefect who studies the students of Hogwarts. Andrea Sollem agrees. "It's like she has them wrapped around her little finger!! I'm jealous; the two cutest boys in school to do my bidding… whew, I don't know how she does it!"
Miss Granger declined comment, as did Ron Weasley and Harry Potter.
(This "Special Edition Story" is continued on pages 2, 3, 4, 5 , and 6)
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A/N: So, Lavender is the next Rita Skeeter… Couldn't think of any way to end this story, so that's how.
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Disclaimer: HP characters belong to J.K.R, everyone else belongs to whoever. "So In Love With Two" belongs to Mikaila, a new artist…