A/N: Hey all! It's been...two days since I've last written :) Woo! Big change, eh? :) I can't stay on forever however *i made a rhyme!* because I'm off with Christine and Collin to watch Jules in the Sound of Music *ACK!* :) Moral support and all that junk. Ta!
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I toyed with a bottlecap I'd found on the floor while making my cleaning rounds. I was procrastinating because my emotions were running a little high and I had to sit down and think. Do I call Ron? I thought, Or not? Tara waltzed in wearing a new lavender silk shirt.
"Hey!" She said, surprised to see me.
"Hi." I said, not looking up from my bottlecap.
"I thought you left?" She questioned.
"NOOOOOPE!" I drawled.
Tara plucked at her shirt sleeve for a moment before sighing deeply.
"Call Ron, please! You're killing us all!" She cried.
"But I don't want to, he'll just try to set me and Harry up again." I said quietly.
"No! He wouldn't, I'll go with you next time, ok?" Tara reassured.
I sighed.
"This is depressing, ok? What happened to you?" Tara demanded.
"It's called depression and I'd been fine until Wonder Boy popped back into the picture!" I said loudly.
"Well-" Tara said, being cut off.
The phone rang.
"Arg!" I said, picking it up.
"Hermione?" Ron's voice asked through the phone.
"Ron!" I asked angrily.
"Sorry the way things went the other night, I promise I'll make it up to you!" He pleaded.
I thought for a moment. "No Ron, how about you don't?" And I hung up.
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Tara talked me into going to the movies the next day.
"This better not be a set up!" I warned her.
"It's not, ok? I really do want to see Moulin Rouge!" Tara said.
"You hate sappy movies!" I protested.
Tara didn't answer as she steered me into a building that wasn't a movie theatre.
"Hey, where are we going?" I asked her.
Again, she didn't answer as she shoved me into a dark room and locked the door behind her.
"Hey!" I said angrily, pounding on the doors, "Let me out!" I cried frantically.
After about ten minutes of pounding on the doors and yelling, I gave up and slumped to the ground. Maybe Tara was never really my friend and she was a supporter of You-Know-Who and was trying to get secret information on how to finally kill Harry (though it wasn't as half a bad idea, why didn't she let me know?) OK, think Hermione. You're locked in a room with no lights on, what are you going to do? Well, gee. That was a smart analysis. Suddenly, I heard something. Footsteps. I felt my breathe catch in my throat as I strained my ears to hear.
"Hello?" I called out suddenly, loudly and clearly.
The footsteps stopped.
"Is anyone there?" I said.
The footsteps started and to my horror, they started walking towards me!
I stood up, preparing to fight off whatever it was.
"Hello?" A man's voice croaked.
Wait...I know that voice.
"Harry?" I asked, hoping it wasn't him.
"Hermione?" He said.
Darn.
"What are you doing in here?" I sneered.
"What are you?" He answered back.
"Uh...see. The funniest thing happened.." I said, sheepishly.
The lights came on at that point and Harry was looking at me.
"I was locked in here by Tara." I said, looking down.
"Well, you may have been locked in here on purpose, but no one locks Harry Potter in any place with another Muggle-born wizard." Harry said airily.
I stared at him.
"When are you going to drop the act?" I asked, angrily in a whisper.
"What act? I don't need to act, I'm Harry Potter, dammit!" He cried.
"That's exactly it! I'm so tired of hearing about it! I don't care anymore!" I shrilled.
"You may not, but I, unlike you have adoring fans who would do anything to say a word to me!" He spat.
I looked at him incrediously.
"You think all that matters is you?! Why, you're nothing more than a mere Quidditch player who would trade his soul for a bit more glory!" I said, my voice shaking.
"You know, all my other friends I have on the team were all right! You're jealous I'm centering attention away from you!" He stated.
"This has nothing to do with attention anymore!" I said, tears forming in the corner of my eyes.
"What does it have to do with then?" Harry said, crossing his arms.
I thought really hard. What do I want with him anyway? This thought scared me. Only an idiot would get messed up in his life again. Ahhh, but why else would you get messed up in his life if you could say you wouldn't mind it? If you....were in love? My "what-if" voice came back into my head as I stared into his emerald green eyes.
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I toyed with a bottlecap I'd found on the floor while making my cleaning rounds. I was procrastinating because my emotions were running a little high and I had to sit down and think. Do I call Ron? I thought, Or not? Tara waltzed in wearing a new lavender silk shirt.
"Hey!" She said, surprised to see me.
"Hi." I said, not looking up from my bottlecap.
"I thought you left?" She questioned.
"NOOOOOPE!" I drawled.
Tara plucked at her shirt sleeve for a moment before sighing deeply.
"Call Ron, please! You're killing us all!" She cried.
"But I don't want to, he'll just try to set me and Harry up again." I said quietly.
"No! He wouldn't, I'll go with you next time, ok?" Tara reassured.
I sighed.
"This is depressing, ok? What happened to you?" Tara demanded.
"It's called depression and I'd been fine until Wonder Boy popped back into the picture!" I said loudly.
"Well-" Tara said, being cut off.
The phone rang.
"Arg!" I said, picking it up.
"Hermione?" Ron's voice asked through the phone.
"Ron!" I asked angrily.
"Sorry the way things went the other night, I promise I'll make it up to you!" He pleaded.
I thought for a moment. "No Ron, how about you don't?" And I hung up.
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Tara talked me into going to the movies the next day.
"This better not be a set up!" I warned her.
"It's not, ok? I really do want to see Moulin Rouge!" Tara said.
"You hate sappy movies!" I protested.
Tara didn't answer as she steered me into a building that wasn't a movie theatre.
"Hey, where are we going?" I asked her.
Again, she didn't answer as she shoved me into a dark room and locked the door behind her.
"Hey!" I said angrily, pounding on the doors, "Let me out!" I cried frantically.
After about ten minutes of pounding on the doors and yelling, I gave up and slumped to the ground. Maybe Tara was never really my friend and she was a supporter of You-Know-Who and was trying to get secret information on how to finally kill Harry (though it wasn't as half a bad idea, why didn't she let me know?) OK, think Hermione. You're locked in a room with no lights on, what are you going to do? Well, gee. That was a smart analysis. Suddenly, I heard something. Footsteps. I felt my breathe catch in my throat as I strained my ears to hear.
"Hello?" I called out suddenly, loudly and clearly.
The footsteps stopped.
"Is anyone there?" I said.
The footsteps started and to my horror, they started walking towards me!
I stood up, preparing to fight off whatever it was.
"Hello?" A man's voice croaked.
Wait...I know that voice.
"Harry?" I asked, hoping it wasn't him.
"Hermione?" He said.
Darn.
"What are you doing in here?" I sneered.
"What are you?" He answered back.
"Uh...see. The funniest thing happened.." I said, sheepishly.
The lights came on at that point and Harry was looking at me.
"I was locked in here by Tara." I said, looking down.
"Well, you may have been locked in here on purpose, but no one locks Harry Potter in any place with another Muggle-born wizard." Harry said airily.
I stared at him.
"When are you going to drop the act?" I asked, angrily in a whisper.
"What act? I don't need to act, I'm Harry Potter, dammit!" He cried.
"That's exactly it! I'm so tired of hearing about it! I don't care anymore!" I shrilled.
"You may not, but I, unlike you have adoring fans who would do anything to say a word to me!" He spat.
I looked at him incrediously.
"You think all that matters is you?! Why, you're nothing more than a mere Quidditch player who would trade his soul for a bit more glory!" I said, my voice shaking.
"You know, all my other friends I have on the team were all right! You're jealous I'm centering attention away from you!" He stated.
"This has nothing to do with attention anymore!" I said, tears forming in the corner of my eyes.
"What does it have to do with then?" Harry said, crossing his arms.
I thought really hard. What do I want with him anyway? This thought scared me. Only an idiot would get messed up in his life again. Ahhh, but why else would you get messed up in his life if you could say you wouldn't mind it? If you....were in love? My "what-if" voice came back into my head as I stared into his emerald green eyes.
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