By Rachie.V.
1.1 I'll Be The One
Chapter Two – Bewildered Emotions
Author's Note: I hope to get the next chapter to this written very soon!! And please review! Thanks.
Disclaimer: The normal characters belong to J.K.R, some of the characters that you don't recognize belong to me. The verse at the bottom belongs to me, as does the Astronomy book and author.
~~~
The strong, morning sun glared through the branches of many a variety of trees, making the dew sparkle like jewels on leaves and the fresh, springy grass. Under the thin, golden shafts of light, a modest hero with glasses wandered through the woods, caught up in a whirlwind of emotions. This boy, Harry Potter, groaned to himself, letting thoughts race through his mind like a never-ending marathon. Anybody who was part of the magical community would have thought that he was groaning about his life, considering that he was an orphan, a hero who had nearly been killed ten million times and an idol to many magical people, but he wasn't groaning about that. No, he was groaning because he simply had girl problems. If Hagrid, Sirius or Ron had been there, they would burst out laughing at his situation. But Harry was seriously worried. This was no silly crush like the one he used to have on Cho Chang. This was more complex - too important to ignore.
He sat down under a tree and pulled off his glasses. Rubbing his eyes, he tried to sort out his tangled thoughts.
"Why do I feel this way about Hermione?" he thought aloud, "I mean, I've known her for, what, six years now? So why has this come along so suddenly?"
There was a silence throughout the woods. Even the birds had ceased their singing. No breeze pushed through the branches. It was as if someone was trying to give him a hint…
Harry's thoughts turned into a rush of anger, and he yelled out: "I WISH SHE DIDN'T LOVE ME!"
"You don't mean that," a voice called out gently. Harry jumped, and hastily put his glasses back on.
"Good morning! Sorry to startle you," the voice said apologetically, and then two figures on broomsticks flew into view.
"Wh-who are you?" Harry stuttered.
"True, we haven't introduced ourselves," said a middle-aged woman with glasses, landing her broomstick near Harry. The other person, a teenage girl who was dressed all in black, landed next to the woman. "We run the hotel down the road, I don't know if you've seen it. We're the bosses of the place - my name is Deave White, and this is Nissa, my daughter," the woman with glasses said cheerfully.
Harry gave a nod to Nissa, then turned to Deave: "I'm awfully sorry to be rude, but what are you doing here?"
Deave laughed and said kindly, "Ah, we were just passing by and heard you talking to yourself, and then heard you shouting. Perhaps we could help you."
"Wait! Mother, he's Harry Potter!" Nissa called out suddenly. Harry looked closer at the teenage girl and saw that her eyes were a blue-grey, her hair was a deep chocolate colour and she seemed to hold herself as though she thought herself of great importance.
The woman gave a tut. "Nissa, don't be so rude! The poor boy's having problems! Apologize, if you don't mind." Deave smiled at Harry.
Nissa mumbled an apology.
"Thank you, Nissa. Now Harry, dear, who's this Hermione you were talking about? Would you like to talk about it?"
Harry didn't know what to do. Here were two complete strangers, offering to help him.
Gotta be careful, Potter, they could be spies for Voldemort... The thought ran through Harry's mind, and he shook it off guiltily.
Harry smiled back at Deave. "Yes, I would like to talk about it," he said, and found himself pouring out his problems to Deave and Nissa, although the teenage girl was barely even listening.
~~~
"Harry! Harry, where are you?" Hermione called, walking through the house. She pushed open the guest bedroom door and found nothing. "Oh, where has he gone?"
She walked into the kitchen and sat down on a chair.
"I wonder if he left a note…" Hermione mumbled to herself, then stood up and walked down the hallway. Sure enough, there was a hastily scribbled note placed next to the phone. Hermione picked it up and read out loud:
Mione -
Just gone for a walk in the woods. Be back soon!
Behave yourself,
Harry
Hermione rolled her eyes. Behave yourself, she thought, repeating the words in her mind. Yeah, as if I could get into any strife around here... Unless I decided to spy on you…
Hermione grinned and left a note for her parents, who had gone out shopping.
~~~
"Bye-bye, Harry! I hope we helped you to solve out your problem!" Deave cried, kicking off into the air on her broomstick. Nissa nodded and rose into the sky after Deave. Harry sat down with a sigh.
"I hate to be rude, but a fat lot of help they were. I'm still confused," Harry said out loud. "I mean, the only thing they told me to do was to talk to her and actually tell her my true feelings. Yeah, whatever. I mean, I really do like her, but what am I supposed to say? But then if I stay quiet, then people will think I don't like her."
Just then, Harry thought he heard a small gasp. He was about to turn around, but he heard nothing else and dismissed it.
He was silent for awhile, and then he whispered two fateful words out loud: "Why me?"
~~~
Hermione crept up to the tree that Harry was leaning against. She sat down on the other side of the tree silently, and listened to him talking to himself.
"...Actually tell her my true feelings. Yeah, whatever."
Hermione's eyes widened, and suddenly a bug crept up onto her knee. She silently pushed it away with a disgusted expression, then realized that Harry was still talking.
"...I don't like her."
Hermione gave a small gasp, and put a hand to her mouth. After a few minutes, she heard two more words:
"Why me?"
Hermione didn't need to hear anymore. With tears stinging in her eyes, she stood up and tiptoed away back to the house.
~~~ Hermione's diary entry that night
Dear Diary,
This is the worst day of my life. Officially. Why, you ask? Well, I heard Harry talking to himself in the woods, today. He said something about telling me his real feelings, then "yeah, whatever". That made me wonder whether or not he actually likes me. But diary, there's more: he said "I don't like her", and after awhile, "why me?".
I feel wretched. I feel embarrassed. I feel...terrible.
He doesn't love me…
Oh diary, just when I thought I had a chance, everything blows up in my face.
But I have a plan...
~~~ September 1st
"Hey, Hermione, this compartment is free!"
It was time to go back to school. All through the holidays, there had been no sign of Ron, so Hermione was stuck with Harry, and she had pretty much ignored him all the time. But she still had feelings for him. She had a plan up her sleeve, and was going to put it under way as soon as possible.
But even though Hermione had ignored him, Harry had barely noticed Hermione's strange behaviour. He thought she was just nervous or embarrassed. And to be truthful, half of her still felt jumpy whenever she went near him. The other half was angry at the way he had played with her feelings.
Hermione sighed and lugged her trunk after Harry into a spare compartment, then sat down across from him, staring out the window.
"So Hermione, um..."
"What?"
"Never mind."
"Right."
Silence.
Then the carriage door flew open. The two looked up.
"Ron! How're feeling?" Harry grinned, punching his friend gently on the shoulder.
"Fine, thanks," Ron grinned back, pushing his trunk under a seat.
Hermione stood up, walked over to Ron and threw her arms around him.
"Oh Ron, I was ever so worried about you!" she cried.
Ron raised his eyebrows at Harry over the girl's shoulder. Harry stared, and felt a blush creep over his face. He looked away.
What's going on? I thought she liked me? He gulped down his jealousy. Maybe she was telling the truth - yeah, she was just worried about him.
Harry looked back and offered Ron a Chocolate Frog.
Hermione smiled as she noticed a blush on Harry's face. She sat down next to Ron, put an arm around his shoulder and reached for a Chocolate Frog.
Her plan was under way.
~~~
"So what've we got first?"
"Double potions with Slytherin."
"Damn."
Harry, Ron and Hermione set off down a corridor, ready for their first class of the year.
"So how're the Chudley Cannons doing?" Hermione asked Ron.
"The usual - disgustingly terrible." he replied glumly.
"Aww, poor Ronniekins," Hermione laughed, pinching his cheek gently. They started to walk faster down the corridor together, leaving Harry behind.
He stared after them.
...What the?! She said she liked me! What's she doing with Ron? ...Maybe she's trying to make him feel better after his flu. At least, I hope that's what she's doing.
He dawdled to the dungeons, pondering.
Eventually, he got to the classroom and walked in.
"Potter, what a pleasant surprise. Why are you late?" Snape snapped, glancing towards the door as Harry entered. The class turned to look at him. He noticed that people were paring up, and Ron and Hermione were together. Hermione raised her eyebrows at him. He tried to hide his jealousy. Then Ron turned to look at him, and a deep anger exploded within him.
"What's it to you?" he spat at Snape.
The Professor looked up at him sharply.
"I beg your pardon?" he whispered. "If I didn't know any better - "
Which you don't, Harry thought.
" - Then I'd think you just gave me a fat load of cheek. You had better watch your language from now on, Potter, otherwise I'll personally improve it. 25 points from Gryffindor, and be glad it's not 25 detentions. Sit down. Malfoy, pair up with this hotshot," Snape spat. Harry cringed.
~~~
"Harry, um, are you alright? You've been really...edgy lately." Ron asked a few nights later in the common room.
Hermione had been toying with Harry since the school started for the year, and he was constantly angry - constantly getting warnings form teachers. He was lucky they didn't take any points off in the first week (except for Snape).
"No, I'm perfectly fine and cheerful," Harry said sarcastically.
"Hey, cool it, I was just trying to ask what's wrong," Ron snapped back.
"Really? Well, if you'd just open your eyes and use your brain for once, maybe you might realize why I'm edgy," Harry snarled. A few people looked at him in surprise.
Ron was taken aback. Harry hadn't insulted him like that before.
The portrait hole swung open and Hermione waltzed in and plunked herself on the arm of Ron's chair. She looked at Harry with eyes that made him melt with love and anger at the same time. He gave a growl and stormed off to the dorms. Hermione shrugged at Ron with false surprise.
~~~ Hermione's diary entry that night
Dear Diary,
I'm not sure my plan is all that great, anymore. Originally, I had hoped to get Harry jealous, but diary, every time I start to flirt with Ron, he goes so mad. It's as if he's furious at me. All I wanted was to get him jealous and start to like me, but if anything, he keeps getting into strife by the teachers. He's so edgy. Oh diary, this could only mean one thing: he really does like me. If he doesn't, why does he suddenly go all anxious and angry every time I go near Ron?
Diary, what have I done?
I need to talk to him and tell him what really happened. My jealousy plan has bombed out.
Love from,
Hermione
~~~
Harry sighed and plonked himself on a chair in the library. He opened the cover of a massive book for his homework: Reading the Stars by Wilma Twinkle.
He had just turned the title page, when somebody sat themself on a chair opposite him. He didn't need to look up. He knew that beautiful scent…
"What do you want, Hermione?"
"Um, I need to talk to you," Hermione replied anxiously.
"Fire away," Harry said tonelessly.
Hermione opened her mouth.
"'Mione!" Ron hurried over.
Hermione groaned inwardly. Harry packed away his homework and hauled his book to another table. Ron didn't even notice; either that or he pretended not to. Hermione beamed reluctantly, but kept quiet while Ron pulled out a Chudley Cannons book.
How was she going to be able to talk to Harry without Ron barging in?
What have I done? Hermione thought desperately.
She put her head in her hands.
~~~ Harry's diary entry that night
Dear Diary,
What the hell is going on, I don't know. One minute, I'm in love and the next, Hermione is ticking me off. Maybe it's not her fault. Or maybe it is. All I know is that Ron's got my girl. It's partly Hermione's fault, because she's doing half of the damage. But I still love her. How am I going to get through this?
- Harry
~~~ Hermione's diary entry, the same night
Dear Diary,
How am I going to get myself out of this one? I feel so ashamed. I don't like Ron at all as a boyfriend – he's one of my best friends! So how could I put him through this, while I had private feelings for my other best friend?
Oh brother.
Only a miracle could save me now.
- Hermione
~~~
Once of a day, I loved you -
2 And you loved me
But my bewildered emotions
Pride in telling me otherwise
~~~
1.1 I'll Be The One
Chapter Two – Bewildered Emotions
Author's Note: I hope to get the next chapter to this written very soon!! And please review! Thanks.
Disclaimer: The normal characters belong to J.K.R, some of the characters that you don't recognize belong to me. The verse at the bottom belongs to me, as does the Astronomy book and author.
~~~
The strong, morning sun glared through the branches of many a variety of trees, making the dew sparkle like jewels on leaves and the fresh, springy grass. Under the thin, golden shafts of light, a modest hero with glasses wandered through the woods, caught up in a whirlwind of emotions. This boy, Harry Potter, groaned to himself, letting thoughts race through his mind like a never-ending marathon. Anybody who was part of the magical community would have thought that he was groaning about his life, considering that he was an orphan, a hero who had nearly been killed ten million times and an idol to many magical people, but he wasn't groaning about that. No, he was groaning because he simply had girl problems. If Hagrid, Sirius or Ron had been there, they would burst out laughing at his situation. But Harry was seriously worried. This was no silly crush like the one he used to have on Cho Chang. This was more complex - too important to ignore.
He sat down under a tree and pulled off his glasses. Rubbing his eyes, he tried to sort out his tangled thoughts.
"Why do I feel this way about Hermione?" he thought aloud, "I mean, I've known her for, what, six years now? So why has this come along so suddenly?"
There was a silence throughout the woods. Even the birds had ceased their singing. No breeze pushed through the branches. It was as if someone was trying to give him a hint…
Harry's thoughts turned into a rush of anger, and he yelled out: "I WISH SHE DIDN'T LOVE ME!"
"You don't mean that," a voice called out gently. Harry jumped, and hastily put his glasses back on.
"Good morning! Sorry to startle you," the voice said apologetically, and then two figures on broomsticks flew into view.
"Wh-who are you?" Harry stuttered.
"True, we haven't introduced ourselves," said a middle-aged woman with glasses, landing her broomstick near Harry. The other person, a teenage girl who was dressed all in black, landed next to the woman. "We run the hotel down the road, I don't know if you've seen it. We're the bosses of the place - my name is Deave White, and this is Nissa, my daughter," the woman with glasses said cheerfully.
Harry gave a nod to Nissa, then turned to Deave: "I'm awfully sorry to be rude, but what are you doing here?"
Deave laughed and said kindly, "Ah, we were just passing by and heard you talking to yourself, and then heard you shouting. Perhaps we could help you."
"Wait! Mother, he's Harry Potter!" Nissa called out suddenly. Harry looked closer at the teenage girl and saw that her eyes were a blue-grey, her hair was a deep chocolate colour and she seemed to hold herself as though she thought herself of great importance.
The woman gave a tut. "Nissa, don't be so rude! The poor boy's having problems! Apologize, if you don't mind." Deave smiled at Harry.
Nissa mumbled an apology.
"Thank you, Nissa. Now Harry, dear, who's this Hermione you were talking about? Would you like to talk about it?"
Harry didn't know what to do. Here were two complete strangers, offering to help him.
Gotta be careful, Potter, they could be spies for Voldemort... The thought ran through Harry's mind, and he shook it off guiltily.
Harry smiled back at Deave. "Yes, I would like to talk about it," he said, and found himself pouring out his problems to Deave and Nissa, although the teenage girl was barely even listening.
~~~
"Harry! Harry, where are you?" Hermione called, walking through the house. She pushed open the guest bedroom door and found nothing. "Oh, where has he gone?"
She walked into the kitchen and sat down on a chair.
"I wonder if he left a note…" Hermione mumbled to herself, then stood up and walked down the hallway. Sure enough, there was a hastily scribbled note placed next to the phone. Hermione picked it up and read out loud:
Mione -
Just gone for a walk in the woods. Be back soon!
Behave yourself,
Harry
Hermione rolled her eyes. Behave yourself, she thought, repeating the words in her mind. Yeah, as if I could get into any strife around here... Unless I decided to spy on you…
Hermione grinned and left a note for her parents, who had gone out shopping.
~~~
"Bye-bye, Harry! I hope we helped you to solve out your problem!" Deave cried, kicking off into the air on her broomstick. Nissa nodded and rose into the sky after Deave. Harry sat down with a sigh.
"I hate to be rude, but a fat lot of help they were. I'm still confused," Harry said out loud. "I mean, the only thing they told me to do was to talk to her and actually tell her my true feelings. Yeah, whatever. I mean, I really do like her, but what am I supposed to say? But then if I stay quiet, then people will think I don't like her."
Just then, Harry thought he heard a small gasp. He was about to turn around, but he heard nothing else and dismissed it.
He was silent for awhile, and then he whispered two fateful words out loud: "Why me?"
~~~
Hermione crept up to the tree that Harry was leaning against. She sat down on the other side of the tree silently, and listened to him talking to himself.
"...Actually tell her my true feelings. Yeah, whatever."
Hermione's eyes widened, and suddenly a bug crept up onto her knee. She silently pushed it away with a disgusted expression, then realized that Harry was still talking.
"...I don't like her."
Hermione gave a small gasp, and put a hand to her mouth. After a few minutes, she heard two more words:
"Why me?"
Hermione didn't need to hear anymore. With tears stinging in her eyes, she stood up and tiptoed away back to the house.
~~~ Hermione's diary entry that night
Dear Diary,
This is the worst day of my life. Officially. Why, you ask? Well, I heard Harry talking to himself in the woods, today. He said something about telling me his real feelings, then "yeah, whatever". That made me wonder whether or not he actually likes me. But diary, there's more: he said "I don't like her", and after awhile, "why me?".
I feel wretched. I feel embarrassed. I feel...terrible.
He doesn't love me…
Oh diary, just when I thought I had a chance, everything blows up in my face.
But I have a plan...
~~~ September 1st
"Hey, Hermione, this compartment is free!"
It was time to go back to school. All through the holidays, there had been no sign of Ron, so Hermione was stuck with Harry, and she had pretty much ignored him all the time. But she still had feelings for him. She had a plan up her sleeve, and was going to put it under way as soon as possible.
But even though Hermione had ignored him, Harry had barely noticed Hermione's strange behaviour. He thought she was just nervous or embarrassed. And to be truthful, half of her still felt jumpy whenever she went near him. The other half was angry at the way he had played with her feelings.
Hermione sighed and lugged her trunk after Harry into a spare compartment, then sat down across from him, staring out the window.
"So Hermione, um..."
"What?"
"Never mind."
"Right."
Silence.
Then the carriage door flew open. The two looked up.
"Ron! How're feeling?" Harry grinned, punching his friend gently on the shoulder.
"Fine, thanks," Ron grinned back, pushing his trunk under a seat.
Hermione stood up, walked over to Ron and threw her arms around him.
"Oh Ron, I was ever so worried about you!" she cried.
Ron raised his eyebrows at Harry over the girl's shoulder. Harry stared, and felt a blush creep over his face. He looked away.
What's going on? I thought she liked me? He gulped down his jealousy. Maybe she was telling the truth - yeah, she was just worried about him.
Harry looked back and offered Ron a Chocolate Frog.
Hermione smiled as she noticed a blush on Harry's face. She sat down next to Ron, put an arm around his shoulder and reached for a Chocolate Frog.
Her plan was under way.
~~~
"So what've we got first?"
"Double potions with Slytherin."
"Damn."
Harry, Ron and Hermione set off down a corridor, ready for their first class of the year.
"So how're the Chudley Cannons doing?" Hermione asked Ron.
"The usual - disgustingly terrible." he replied glumly.
"Aww, poor Ronniekins," Hermione laughed, pinching his cheek gently. They started to walk faster down the corridor together, leaving Harry behind.
He stared after them.
...What the?! She said she liked me! What's she doing with Ron? ...Maybe she's trying to make him feel better after his flu. At least, I hope that's what she's doing.
He dawdled to the dungeons, pondering.
Eventually, he got to the classroom and walked in.
"Potter, what a pleasant surprise. Why are you late?" Snape snapped, glancing towards the door as Harry entered. The class turned to look at him. He noticed that people were paring up, and Ron and Hermione were together. Hermione raised her eyebrows at him. He tried to hide his jealousy. Then Ron turned to look at him, and a deep anger exploded within him.
"What's it to you?" he spat at Snape.
The Professor looked up at him sharply.
"I beg your pardon?" he whispered. "If I didn't know any better - "
Which you don't, Harry thought.
" - Then I'd think you just gave me a fat load of cheek. You had better watch your language from now on, Potter, otherwise I'll personally improve it. 25 points from Gryffindor, and be glad it's not 25 detentions. Sit down. Malfoy, pair up with this hotshot," Snape spat. Harry cringed.
~~~
"Harry, um, are you alright? You've been really...edgy lately." Ron asked a few nights later in the common room.
Hermione had been toying with Harry since the school started for the year, and he was constantly angry - constantly getting warnings form teachers. He was lucky they didn't take any points off in the first week (except for Snape).
"No, I'm perfectly fine and cheerful," Harry said sarcastically.
"Hey, cool it, I was just trying to ask what's wrong," Ron snapped back.
"Really? Well, if you'd just open your eyes and use your brain for once, maybe you might realize why I'm edgy," Harry snarled. A few people looked at him in surprise.
Ron was taken aback. Harry hadn't insulted him like that before.
The portrait hole swung open and Hermione waltzed in and plunked herself on the arm of Ron's chair. She looked at Harry with eyes that made him melt with love and anger at the same time. He gave a growl and stormed off to the dorms. Hermione shrugged at Ron with false surprise.
~~~ Hermione's diary entry that night
Dear Diary,
I'm not sure my plan is all that great, anymore. Originally, I had hoped to get Harry jealous, but diary, every time I start to flirt with Ron, he goes so mad. It's as if he's furious at me. All I wanted was to get him jealous and start to like me, but if anything, he keeps getting into strife by the teachers. He's so edgy. Oh diary, this could only mean one thing: he really does like me. If he doesn't, why does he suddenly go all anxious and angry every time I go near Ron?
Diary, what have I done?
I need to talk to him and tell him what really happened. My jealousy plan has bombed out.
Love from,
Hermione
~~~
Harry sighed and plonked himself on a chair in the library. He opened the cover of a massive book for his homework: Reading the Stars by Wilma Twinkle.
He had just turned the title page, when somebody sat themself on a chair opposite him. He didn't need to look up. He knew that beautiful scent…
"What do you want, Hermione?"
"Um, I need to talk to you," Hermione replied anxiously.
"Fire away," Harry said tonelessly.
Hermione opened her mouth.
"'Mione!" Ron hurried over.
Hermione groaned inwardly. Harry packed away his homework and hauled his book to another table. Ron didn't even notice; either that or he pretended not to. Hermione beamed reluctantly, but kept quiet while Ron pulled out a Chudley Cannons book.
How was she going to be able to talk to Harry without Ron barging in?
What have I done? Hermione thought desperately.
She put her head in her hands.
~~~ Harry's diary entry that night
Dear Diary,
What the hell is going on, I don't know. One minute, I'm in love and the next, Hermione is ticking me off. Maybe it's not her fault. Or maybe it is. All I know is that Ron's got my girl. It's partly Hermione's fault, because she's doing half of the damage. But I still love her. How am I going to get through this?
- Harry
~~~ Hermione's diary entry, the same night
Dear Diary,
How am I going to get myself out of this one? I feel so ashamed. I don't like Ron at all as a boyfriend – he's one of my best friends! So how could I put him through this, while I had private feelings for my other best friend?
Oh brother.
Only a miracle could save me now.
- Hermione
~~~
Once of a day, I loved you -
2 And you loved me
But my bewildered emotions
Pride in telling me otherwise
~~~
