A/N: This may just a one-time thing I'm doing on what Hermione thinks about Harry. It's a peek in Hermione's mind, not only about Harry but also about doctors, potions, homework and boys in general. It's cute I must admit, and if I get 10 reviews I'll go on.
What She Thinks
Hermione Granger sat in the Gryffindor common room late one night, studying.
"…Okay, The swelling solution takes: tail of a tadpole…." She thought.
Hermione looked over at the girls, Lavender Brown and Parvati Patail conversing on "boys!"
Hermione had never been the kind to think of boys all that much, though her two best friends, Harry and Ron, were boys. As far as she was concerned, there was plenty of time for boys after school and she didn't care to take part in any so called, "relationships," right now anyway. Although she did feel rather--strange--around a certain guy, she didn't think to deeply of it.
"I mean, he's just a guy…right? It'll pass, even if it is a crush." She told herself, "He likes Miss Chang-a-lang anyway, It'll pass. Okay, back to postions…Crushed beetle eyes…That are maybe green…" Her eyes began to go misty as her train of thought took flight, "just like his…No! I need to think about potions! Next thing I'll be having trouble saying any ward with an "H" without thinking about him…And I have more important things to think about…And they do not include Harry and his Kong-fu girl. No!" She thought angrily, "I will not sink so low as to insult her. I don't even know her! I mean, he doesn't like me and that's that, right? Okay, Fresh toad warts, and black cat hair…That's all messy, and black and, and what if I told Harry how I feel?! He'd probably just say, "Hermione get back to your potions," no, he'd say…well, more he'd think, "She's just a know-it-all." I hate that, everyone acts as though I don't put forth any effort…" Hermione slumped low in her chair, "Like I just lay my hind on a book and remember it all! Or worse yet, that I lay my palm on my homework and it fills it's self out instantly without any work on my part…It's just that I try…more than others…" She added, casting a disgusted look at the two girls giggling in the corner.
"Now that's why they make low scores…too busy talking about who has the cutest butt…Although Harry…I don't think of Harry like that…More that he has that nerdy grin that makes your knees go to butter and--Hermione get back to your potions homework!" She scolded herself, "You've been on the same problem for ten minuets!" She began to scribble down the ingredients to the potions she needed to prepare the next day but found that every "H" word she had meant to write had turned into "Harry" and every "P" word had accidentally become "Potter".
She slammed her quill down on the table with such force the whole common room turned to look at her. Feeling quite embarrassed by her loss of temper Hermione threw her things in her bag and headed up to her dormitory to finish her Harry Potter-ized homework.
"I'm going to grow up and marry a nice doctor," She told herself,
chucking her books on her four poster in aggravation. "And Harry's not a doctor…Wait," She thought, "he couldn't be, he hasn't finished school yet…There I go thinking "logically" again…" Hermione walked to Parvati's over large mirror. She had always thought it was rather pointless, all you needed to see in a mirror was yourself, not you and the whole rest of the dormitory wall behind you.
Hermione had never been anywhere near superficial. In fact, Hermione couldn't care less about what she looked like or what other people thought of her…except when it came to schoolwork. Every one agreed with Hermione, that gave her the correct impression that all her ideas were great…She held her hair back and pictured herself in a wedding dress on her big day…"Hermione Potter…" She thought, "now what's so wrong with that?"
A/N: I'm thinking about making this a chapter story…if I get at least 10 reviews I may…Okay, I will…
~Gabbi D.