Disclaimer: This is a Harry Potter fanfic. Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley, and any of the other characters do not belong to me, sadly enough, but they do belong to the wonderful J.K. Rowling. The places mentioned (the common room, the Great Hall, Hogwarts, etc.) also do not belong to me. They are the creations of J.K Rowling's mind, and always will be. So, don't sue me for using them, and BE NICE.
I got a lot more than two reviews, thanks you guys! I'm continuing the story with a second chapter...So here it is!
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Chapter Two:
Confusion
The next morning Hermione awoke with a splitting headache from crying herself to sleep. *Why was I crying?* she wondered. Suddenly, memories of the night before popped into her head and made her headache worsen.
Hermione lifted a hand to her unruly and tangled mass of brown hair. She groaned and swung her legs over the side of her bed to walk over to her full-length mirror.
With shock she realized she looked like the walking dead. Her hair looked like it was back to its frizzy state from the years before. Her normally alive cinnamon brown eyes looked glassy, tired, and...sad. She had dark circles under her eyes, and streaks down her face from crying. Looking like that, Harry would run away from her screaming.
But who cared what Harry thought? "Not me!" Hermione declared loudly, causing Lacey Rose to stir and mumble something that sounded like, "Five more minutes, Mom."
With a tired sigh, Hermione realized it was Saturday. She couldn't get back to sleep, so she brushed her hair quickly and tied it up in a bun. She then put on her bathrobe and went to the common room to think. She sat on a fluffy couch and stared off into space trying to think about her schoolwork, classes, friends, and Hogwarts in general. However, her mind wandered to none other than Harry Potter. Why had he stood her up for a study date? Was she that repulsive to him, or did he have a good reason?
"I don't care about that jerk!" Hermione called out, as if to convince herself. But no matter what she tried to think about, she found herself back to Harry. She'd think about school, then she'd think about her friends, then about Ron being the new Keeper, then to Quidditch, and that would bring her to Harry.
Hermione groaned. "Hermione Lynn Granger, are you really this pathetic?" she asked herself.
Suddenly, a voice asked, "I don't know, are you?"
Hermione's head snapped toward the source of the voice. Harry stood at the foot of the stairs that led up to the boys' dormitories.
"Well, are you really this pathetic?" he asked with a grin.
"Harry, I don't have anything to say to you," Hermione said coldly.
"I'm sorry about last night, Herm," Harry apologized.
Hermione shot him a disgusted look. "Sorry isn't gonna help this time, Harry," she answered.
"That's all I can tell you," Harry said.
"Maybe you could offer an explanation to why you didn't come down here last night to help me on that project."
"Herm...—"
Hermione cut him off by standing up. "Don't 'Herm' me, Harry Potter! I am used to taking the backseat to you and Ron, because you're the 'Boy Who Lived', and Ron's your best friend, but I realized last night that you take that for granted! I'm just good ol' Hermi. I don't have feelings according to you and Ron. Well, guess what, Harry? I DO!"
Tears were stinging Hermione's eyes. *Don't cry in front of Harry, Herm. Wait until you get upstairs.*
"I—I don't take you for granted," Harry stammered.
"Yes you do!" Hermione screamed. All of a sudden, she didn't care if Harry saw her cry. She burst into tears.
Harry just stood there. *I am such a jerk. I made Hermi cry...* he thought. *Maybe I should do something.*
Slowly, he put an arm around Hermione. He waited for her to slap him away, but she didn't. Instead she turned and wrapped her arms around him and cried into his shoulder.
*Why am I so pathetic? Why am I crying? Stop it, Hermione! Don't hug Harry! Don't! Don't let him use his wonderful charm and sexiness and caring to drag you into this. He was a jerk...be a bitch right back...* Hermione told herself. But she didn't let go. She found herself hugging Harry even tighter.
When Hermione finally stopped crying, Harry's shoulder was covered with her tears. "S—Sorry," she said, sniffling.
Harry smiled at her. "It's okay, Hermione. You needed a good cry. I know now that Ron and I do take you for granted. We've always thought, 'Well, ol' Hermi will always be there to comfort us when we need her. She'll always be there if we need homework help. She'll always be there!' I know that you'll probably never always be here for us when we need you. Ron and I need to be weaned from you!"
Hermione laughed through another sniff. She looked up into Harry's amazing emerald green eyes, and his brilliant 100-watt smile. In turn, Harry looked down into Hermione's cinnamon brown eyes. He wanted to comfort her again. He wanted to hug her and never let go. He wanted to kiss her senseless.
Harry was thinking about whether or not to kiss Hermione. Just as he decided, ditzy Lacey Rose came stumbling down the stairs into the common room. Her long blonde hair hung down into her bright blue eyes. She stumbled on the last step, and Harry rushed over to catch her before she fell flat on her face.
Hermione watched, jealous, as Harry listened to Lacey giggle flirtily. He laughed, and didn't pay Hermione any more attention. Hermione wrinkled her nose and walked past them and up to the dorm. Harry didn't even seem to notice she was gone.
"UUUUUGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!"
"Gosh, Hermione," Lavender said. "I'm up, and so is Parvati. You don't have to come up here to give us our wake-up call."
Hermione turned around and looked at a fully dressed Lavender sitting on her already-made bed. Lavender wrinkled her nose.
"I'd suggest getting dressed, Hermione," Parvati said. "Breakfast in in about twenty minutes."
Hermione sighed. She was so confused about Harry. It almost seemed as if they were going to kiss. But when Lacey came down, all flirty and barely dressed, Harry scampered right over to her. She took Parvati's advice and dressed herself. Since it was Saturday, and the students of Hogwarts could wear whatever they wanted, Hermione in a pair of dark blue hip-hugger flares and a short-sleeved blue shirt. She brushed and straightened her hair, happy that it curled the way she wanted it to. Then she applied some foundation, powder, light blue eyeshadow, eyeliner, a littly bit of blush to make her cheeks rosy, and a rosy tinted lip gloss. To finish off her look, Hermione slipped her light brown slip-on shoes onto her feet. She looked into the mirror. Satisfied, she headed back down to the common room, where Harry and Lacey were still talking. Sighing, she walked right on past them and out the portrait hole, and down the corridor to the Great Hall.
*Don't be jealous of Lacey,* Hermione told herself. *You don't need Harry.* She tried to convince herself of this on her way down the hall. But she was extremely confused. She sighed, and entered the Great Hall, took her place at the Gryffindor table, and hoped that no one would notice that she was sad.
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There's the second chapter! Hope you liked it! Don't forget to review! I will put the next chapter up when I get 17 reviews.
I got a lot more than two reviews, thanks you guys! I'm continuing the story with a second chapter...So here it is!
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Chapter Two:
Confusion
The next morning Hermione awoke with a splitting headache from crying herself to sleep. *Why was I crying?* she wondered. Suddenly, memories of the night before popped into her head and made her headache worsen.
Hermione lifted a hand to her unruly and tangled mass of brown hair. She groaned and swung her legs over the side of her bed to walk over to her full-length mirror.
With shock she realized she looked like the walking dead. Her hair looked like it was back to its frizzy state from the years before. Her normally alive cinnamon brown eyes looked glassy, tired, and...sad. She had dark circles under her eyes, and streaks down her face from crying. Looking like that, Harry would run away from her screaming.
But who cared what Harry thought? "Not me!" Hermione declared loudly, causing Lacey Rose to stir and mumble something that sounded like, "Five more minutes, Mom."
With a tired sigh, Hermione realized it was Saturday. She couldn't get back to sleep, so she brushed her hair quickly and tied it up in a bun. She then put on her bathrobe and went to the common room to think. She sat on a fluffy couch and stared off into space trying to think about her schoolwork, classes, friends, and Hogwarts in general. However, her mind wandered to none other than Harry Potter. Why had he stood her up for a study date? Was she that repulsive to him, or did he have a good reason?
"I don't care about that jerk!" Hermione called out, as if to convince herself. But no matter what she tried to think about, she found herself back to Harry. She'd think about school, then she'd think about her friends, then about Ron being the new Keeper, then to Quidditch, and that would bring her to Harry.
Hermione groaned. "Hermione Lynn Granger, are you really this pathetic?" she asked herself.
Suddenly, a voice asked, "I don't know, are you?"
Hermione's head snapped toward the source of the voice. Harry stood at the foot of the stairs that led up to the boys' dormitories.
"Well, are you really this pathetic?" he asked with a grin.
"Harry, I don't have anything to say to you," Hermione said coldly.
"I'm sorry about last night, Herm," Harry apologized.
Hermione shot him a disgusted look. "Sorry isn't gonna help this time, Harry," she answered.
"That's all I can tell you," Harry said.
"Maybe you could offer an explanation to why you didn't come down here last night to help me on that project."
"Herm...—"
Hermione cut him off by standing up. "Don't 'Herm' me, Harry Potter! I am used to taking the backseat to you and Ron, because you're the 'Boy Who Lived', and Ron's your best friend, but I realized last night that you take that for granted! I'm just good ol' Hermi. I don't have feelings according to you and Ron. Well, guess what, Harry? I DO!"
Tears were stinging Hermione's eyes. *Don't cry in front of Harry, Herm. Wait until you get upstairs.*
"I—I don't take you for granted," Harry stammered.
"Yes you do!" Hermione screamed. All of a sudden, she didn't care if Harry saw her cry. She burst into tears.
Harry just stood there. *I am such a jerk. I made Hermi cry...* he thought. *Maybe I should do something.*
Slowly, he put an arm around Hermione. He waited for her to slap him away, but she didn't. Instead she turned and wrapped her arms around him and cried into his shoulder.
*Why am I so pathetic? Why am I crying? Stop it, Hermione! Don't hug Harry! Don't! Don't let him use his wonderful charm and sexiness and caring to drag you into this. He was a jerk...be a bitch right back...* Hermione told herself. But she didn't let go. She found herself hugging Harry even tighter.
When Hermione finally stopped crying, Harry's shoulder was covered with her tears. "S—Sorry," she said, sniffling.
Harry smiled at her. "It's okay, Hermione. You needed a good cry. I know now that Ron and I do take you for granted. We've always thought, 'Well, ol' Hermi will always be there to comfort us when we need her. She'll always be there if we need homework help. She'll always be there!' I know that you'll probably never always be here for us when we need you. Ron and I need to be weaned from you!"
Hermione laughed through another sniff. She looked up into Harry's amazing emerald green eyes, and his brilliant 100-watt smile. In turn, Harry looked down into Hermione's cinnamon brown eyes. He wanted to comfort her again. He wanted to hug her and never let go. He wanted to kiss her senseless.
Harry was thinking about whether or not to kiss Hermione. Just as he decided, ditzy Lacey Rose came stumbling down the stairs into the common room. Her long blonde hair hung down into her bright blue eyes. She stumbled on the last step, and Harry rushed over to catch her before she fell flat on her face.
Hermione watched, jealous, as Harry listened to Lacey giggle flirtily. He laughed, and didn't pay Hermione any more attention. Hermione wrinkled her nose and walked past them and up to the dorm. Harry didn't even seem to notice she was gone.
"UUUUUGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!"
"Gosh, Hermione," Lavender said. "I'm up, and so is Parvati. You don't have to come up here to give us our wake-up call."
Hermione turned around and looked at a fully dressed Lavender sitting on her already-made bed. Lavender wrinkled her nose.
"I'd suggest getting dressed, Hermione," Parvati said. "Breakfast in in about twenty minutes."
Hermione sighed. She was so confused about Harry. It almost seemed as if they were going to kiss. But when Lacey came down, all flirty and barely dressed, Harry scampered right over to her. She took Parvati's advice and dressed herself. Since it was Saturday, and the students of Hogwarts could wear whatever they wanted, Hermione in a pair of dark blue hip-hugger flares and a short-sleeved blue shirt. She brushed and straightened her hair, happy that it curled the way she wanted it to. Then she applied some foundation, powder, light blue eyeshadow, eyeliner, a littly bit of blush to make her cheeks rosy, and a rosy tinted lip gloss. To finish off her look, Hermione slipped her light brown slip-on shoes onto her feet. She looked into the mirror. Satisfied, she headed back down to the common room, where Harry and Lacey were still talking. Sighing, she walked right on past them and out the portrait hole, and down the corridor to the Great Hall.
*Don't be jealous of Lacey,* Hermione told herself. *You don't need Harry.* She tried to convince herself of this on her way down the hall. But she was extremely confused. She sighed, and entered the Great Hall, took her place at the Gryffindor table, and hoped that no one would notice that she was sad.
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There's the second chapter! Hope you liked it! Don't forget to review! I will put the next chapter up when I get 17 reviews.
