Snowballs

Part 13

A fan fic made by Pikachu

Author's notes: I am so glad to say that my reviews are already 295 in number when I checked. I really hate saying this, but sadly, this chapter is the ending of Snowballs. But still, there's an epilogue coming up, so don't worry too much. I treat thst as the last chapter.

I will be making the fic 'Have You Ever', my very first songfic, a H/H and songfic to S Club 7's song of the same title. There will be a second chapter of Have You Ever called my Only Wish This Year, another songfic to Britney Spears' song. You can treat it as a sequel of Snowballs, but for me, it's another story. I wrote it last year, so it has a Christmas theme, and I just didn't get the time to put it here. I really like you all, thank you all for reviewing and reading this fic. I will answer your questions in the epilogue.

***start***

Hermione Granger couldn't sleep that night. Sure, it was tiring, especially for the others and her. But still, she couldn't sleep. She tossed and turned, put her pillow over her head and tried to count sheep. But still she couldn't sleep.

So Hermione decided to go down and see if she can sleep there. Well, she couldn't sleep either, but then, memories came flooding into her mind.

She was sitting in the same large couch where she and Harry had sat some weeks before. Before Viktor Krum kidnapped her successfully. She remembered that she almost told Harry…how she really feels…. But then she still wanted him to know. She didn't know how to let him know. What if she told it by letter, by song, or maybe just tell it to him straight and then run away? Nah. That wouldn't work out. She wasn't that type of girl. She knows there are many girls in the whole wide world that were vying for his attention. And she was his best friend.

However, the thought of Ron came back to her mind. Who was the girl Ron was talking about? Does Harry really love her than she loves him? Can the girl love Harry more than she could? Does she deserve Harry more than she did? These questions occupied Hermione's mind. Who was the girl? Was she someone Hermione knew?

All that she knows is, or thinks is, Harry still likes Cho. He said so when they were fourth years. At that, the supportive voice came back and said:

Time can change his mind, silly girl.

He can like one but love the other.

You must not judge the book by its cover, my dear.

Maybe you don't know, if he loves another.

Hermione continued to stare at the fire. The voice was right. What if she made Cho like Harry, but what if Harry doesn't like her anymore? I mean, who would like a slimy flirty git for a girlfriend? He said that ages ago, even if not in words, then in his actions. The time when he tried to ask Cho to the ball

But another voice came and said:

Oh silly girl, oh silly girl!

Don't make yourself a prat!

If you want to succeed, belive in me,

Not in that stupid brat.

What if he does like another?

 But still loves Cho?

Believe in me, you silly girl,

You just have to let him go.

But Hermione couldn't let go of him. She just couldn't. She had held onto him too tight, not wanting to let go of her precious Harry Potter. She loved him too much, more than her own life… she couldn't throw her love away just like that. She can't decide on what to do… She couldn't tell him, then she couldn't forget him… He was a huge aspect in her life, which has made her going for the past few years… For without him, she couldn't have succeeded in their mission to save Sirius and Buckbeak. For without him, Gryffindor wouldn't win the Quidditch Cup. For without him, she wouldn't feel love at all.

She would be a silent, melancholic and miserable soul, for without his gorgeous smile, his emerald eyes, his sweet tender voice, her day wouldn't be complete. Hermione wouldn't be able and wouldn't have a reason to go to the Quidditch Cup if Harry wasn't there expecting her. The nights of doing homework without someone asking for answers would be depressing… of course there was Ron, but that was different. There wouldn't be someone to turn to if Harry didn't care for her when she and Ron were fighting. There wouldn't be someone who could lend a shoulder to cry on when she was miserable, or something happened… of course, again, there was Ron, but that was different. Harry did care for her, even for a little Even if only a tiny bit of him only cares for her…for Hermione, which serves as hope. It serves as hope for her, tells her that there might be a chance of him loving her back…loving her back was what she wished for. For him to know what she really feels. The courage to tell him…

She had done really nothing for him. So, her promise to herself was, to give him Cho…even it hurts so badly.

At that moment, a door was creaked open. Footsteps were heard. As an unsuspecting Hermione sits at the couch, brooding on those thoughts, the footsteps were drawing nearer and nearer.

"What are you doing here Herm? You should be in bed by now…"

'Harry!' Hermione screamed in her mind. "Umm…"

"Couldn't sleep?" Harry finished, smiling at her. "I can't too."

"Why?" Hermione asked him, still looking at the fire.

"I don't know… It's just that I couldn't sleep. Someone kept dragging my mind to be awake." Harry shrugged. "What about you?"

"I just can't sleep." Hermione said. She was alone with Harry… again. Maybe she should tell him now.

"You know Herm, I feel for the past few months… like someone's watching us." Harry said minutes later. At that, someone whom they didn't know who would do that did it. Harry sat beside her.

***Dumbledore's Office…***

The door was slammed open and McGongall came barging in, in her red velvet nightgown and night robe.

"Albus! ALBUS!!!!!" McGonagall shouted, searching the office. At the other side, Dumbledore appeared in his pajamas, dressing gown and nightcap.

"What my dear? It is midnight and you have classes to teach tomorrow. What is the matter?" Albus asked, rubbing his eyes open.

"Look!! Look at your orb! Our perfect chance!!!!!" McGonagall said excitedly, hurrying to her chair in the orb-table and putting her orb where it should be.

"My… quick. Get invisible. We need to get to the Gryffindor Common Room." Dumbledore said.

"But what if they hear us?"

"Levitate."

***Gryffindor Common Room…***

"You know Herm, I just can't get it why you're doing this for me." Harry sighed, looking at her gorgeous face. Her sleek hair was rippling with the wind.

"Doing what?" Hermione asked.

"Pairing me and Cho up." Harry sighed again.

"I thought you liked Cho."

"I did. I don't like her anymore now. Being the slimy git she is."

"I agree with that." Hermione chuckled.

Silence passed as the clock continued to tick. Some time later, Hermione spoke up.

"Umm…Harry?" Hermione said uncertainly.

"What Herm?" Harry replied.

"Umm… well… Ron told me that… you like a girl." Hermione answered nervously.

"He did?" Harry said, in a tone quite amused. 'I hope he didn't say any name.'

"Yeah… And I just wanted to ask… being your best friend and all… can you tell me who she is?" Hermione said, shifting her gaze to his beautiful face. (A/n: I Think I rhyme a lot…)

Harry snorted. Good thing Ron didn't tell her.

"Well, I'd like you to guess who she is." Harry said amusingly.

"Then give me clues."

"Well… let's see, she has hair of course. I don't want to have a crush on someone bald. Sleek hair and cinnamon brown eyes." Harry said, looking at her features. Hermione thought of every girl in Hogwarts who has those characteristics, not including herself.

"Let's see… Susan Bones?" Hermione guessed.

"Who?"

"Susan Bones in Hufflepuff. Obviously you don't like her because you don't know her… How about Hannah Abbot?" Hermione guessed again.

"No. And she has blonde hair." Harry chuckled.

"Well, you didn't say what color of hair she has. You just said they have hair." Hermione countered.

"Okay. Brown hair." Hermione thought again, apparently forgetting to include herself.

"Hmm… what House is she in?" Hermione asked.

"I wouldn't tell you. It would be too easy." Harry snickered.

"Well… I guess I have to guess on my own then… Is she smart?" Hermione asked him.

"Well… yes. She's very smart. If skipping levels would be accepted, I think she would be in 7th year by now." Harry snorted again. Hermione gave names of girls, even "Lavender Brown", which made Harry say: "Are you mad? Ron would kill me!"

They spent time guessing who Harry's crush is, and it seems that Hermione always forgot to include herself. On the last and final guess, Harry finally gave up.

"You know, I guess she wasn't smart at all. By now, she would now who she is, since I've given a lot of clues already…" Harry chuckled. Hermione, getting the clue, pretended she didn't know that she was the one.

"Give me one last clue." Hermione said, playing along.

"She happens to sit right beside me…" Harry said, laughing and looking away. Hermione giggled.

"So you mean to say…" Hermione said, playing along. "That someone is sitting between us, using an invisibility cloak?" Hermione laughed after that and moved away from Harry, pretending that someone was sitting in between them. Harry laughed.

"Oh Herm…Oh Herm…" Harry laughed out.

"Look… Harry… I never expected. I mean… I thought you liked other girls… not a bookworm like me…" Hermione said silently, looking at the floor. At that, the door of the boy's dormitory creaked, but someone wasn't there. The curtains rustled too. But there was no wind.

"That's what I like about you. You're not like other girls who are just busy with snogging and boys… You have respect for studies and know very well. Although we're a bit disappointed if you lecture us. You're not like dumb girls who care about flirting (Yuck!! Cho Chang!!!!!!!! @.@). You're unique. You're one in a million (A/N: ON THE LINE!! N*SYNC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *on the line to show you/ that I'll never let you go…*)" Harry said, turning to her, looking at her beautiful face, figure… all about her.

"Well…Harry… you see…"

***The curtain near a closed window where McGonagall and Dumbledore were hiding…***

"Yes? YES?" McGonagall hissed, desperate to hear more.

"Shh! Quiet!" Dumbledore whispered as he listened intently.

***ON THE LINE oops… sorry. On the bridge overlooking the Gryffindor Common Room…***

"C'mon Harry!! Say it SAY IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Ron hissed, acting the same way as Professor McGonagall.

***Back at the couch where Harry and Hermione were sitting…***

"I love you, Herm. Not like Cho." Harry smiled his gorgeous smile.

"I love you too Harry." Hermione whispered, then saying "What the heck--!"

Author's notes: Ha! Cliffie!!!!!!!!! Anyway, this is going to have 15 chapters, so be happy. I really love N*SYNC!!!!!!!!!!!!! Anyways, I really thank you all for reviewing!!!!! So be happy okay, be gleeful, blissful, and any word which is associated with happy. This story is going to have 15 chapters, including the epilogue. Oh work!!!!!!! So much work!!!!!!!!!!! And I'll be graduating!!!!!!! And so much work!!!!!!!!!!! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!! Anyway, PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!! Any problems or questions, e-mail me at alex_pikachu1822@hotmail.com or just review in that little box right down there.

            -With sincere gratitude,

                                A. Pikachu