A/N: And I'm sitting here, asking myself the age-old question: To write? Or not to write? That is the question. For those who did review, you will be happy to know that yes, I will be writing…But this time I'm sticking to my word. If I don't get 10 Reviews I won't go on…And I'm sure some of you will be glad to know that I have a plot! And thanx to Jazzbo I have a new title I may use: A Look into Her Life: The Story of Hermione Granger. And I also received two other titles from girls who wish to remain unnamed: The Order of the Phoenix: Hermione's Fifth Year. That is from someone who knows my plot… And: The Phoenix on the wall: Hermione's Story. Just tell me, which one grabs your attention and makes you want to read?
What She Thinks: Chapter 3
Hermione headed back to the common room for her Transfiguration books, thinking about what the twins had said. If that's what Harry wanted then yes she would vote for him, but if he didn't want that kind of pressure…
Then an Idea struck her with such force she was nearly knocked off her feet.
Quidditch--Harry--Quidditch--Harry--Oh why hadn't she seen it before? If she joined the Quidditch team she was sure to get closer to him! Of course it would take time and planning and careful plotting. With this in her mind Hermione raced back to the common room.
She found Harry and Ron in an argument with Fred and George.
"Why are you letting me humiliate myself like this?" Harry was yelling incredulously, "You know I won't win! I'm dropping out!"
"You can't Harry! And you have my vote!" Fred said, obviously annoyed that Harry didn't find this beneficial.
Harry threw his arms in the air in surrender and stormed off to the other end of the common room.
"He's the youngest player on the team! You think people are going to believe he can run a Quidditch team?" Ron bellowed.
"I believe he can!" George said, pointing a finger at his own chest in aggravation.
"Yes well--"
Ron was cut short by a sudden yell from the portrait hole.
"VOTE FOR HARRY!" Hermione screeched, "The Gryffindor seeker!" She magiced fifty or so badges in her hand and began handing them out. Slowly working her way over to the twins grinning faces and Ron's narrowed eyes.
"You don't believe he can do it do you?" Hermione said in a deadly whisper, gabbing her finger at Ron's chest. He stumbled backwards at her response.
"No--I mean Yes! He just doesn't--"
"Well maybe if you believed in him as his best friend he would too." Hermione scowled before joining Harry at the other end of the common room.
"You have my vote," She said timidly.
"No kidding," said Harry with a faint grin.
"And I'm sure you have Ron's vote too," She continued through slightly clenched teeth as Ron joined them. Ron settled uneasily into a chair as far from Hermione as he could under her meaningful glare.
"Ya Harry, I believe you can do it." Ron smiled weakly and Hermione smiled at Harry.
The following Saturday morning Harry, Ron and Hermione made their way down to the Great Hall for breakfast. And like always Harry's eyes were firmly locked on the Ravenclaw table.
"Hermione could I talk to you?" Hermione's heart leapt as she dropped her spoon with a clatter.
"Sure." She said jumping from her chair as Harry led her out the oak front doors and onto the lawn. Harry slowed by the lake and turned to look at her.
"I feel that your one of the only girls I can really talk to."
Hermione blushed.
"And I need to know, what do girls consider a good time," He continued.
Hermione felt the bottom drop out of her stomach. This was not at all what she had hopped he would say. Instantly she knew what he was talking about.
"Well, Harry I'm not like other girls," She said, trying hard to keep the bitterness in her voice to a bear minimum and turning to the lake.
"Harry, do you think of me as a friend?" She asked, trying hard to avoid his eyes.
He shifted uncomfortably next to her.
"A beautiful friend…" He said honestly.
Hermione smiled but turned the other way to face Hagrid's cabin.
"And…"
"And if truth be told that is more of a wish…" Harry's voice trailed off.
Hermione looked at him in her puzzlement.
"What I mean is," He said, reading her expression, "I wish I could see you just as a beautiful friend…I dunno, sometimes, I'm pretty sure I see more." He smiled and Hermione felt her knees turn to butter.
Slowly Harry bent his head, and out of instincts, Hermione closed her eyes and then--
"Harry! Hermione!" It was Ron, "Where have you been…wh-what were you doing?" He asked suspiciously.
Harry and Hermione were both facing him, trying hard not to look guilty.
"I was--er--Asking Hermione what Cho would think of flowers," Harry said confidently.
Hermione forced a smile and nodded in agreement.
'He almost kissed me…' she thought as Harry made the suggestion to visit Hagrid, which Hermione only half heard. 'Wow, so maybe he does have feelings for me.' But from what she had heard he wished he didn't. Then Hermione reminded herself of what she had said 5 days ago and realized that she didn't want feelings for him either. All the same, the fact that they had so much in common made her smile.
A/N: Here's a good question: Should I make them longer and not post as often or should I keep them like this and post every other day? I'll tally up the answers and decide.
~Gabbi D.