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* * * Hermione leaned against the railing of the staircase, looking down on the inhabitants of the common room. Harry and Ron sat by the fire, talking in hushed whispers. She had just left them to go get her room tidied and to study a bit for Transfigurations. Harry looked up at her and gave a short wave before turning back to Ron who was pulling out a game of live-action chess. Hermione returned the wave and walked over to the thick oak door of her shared bedroom. "Hermione Granger! Get in here right now!" a shrill voice cried as Hermione shut the door. She looked up to see Parvati Patil surrounded by a gaggle of girls on her bed. They all stopped talking and stared up at Hermione who started shifting uncomfortable from the spot she was rooted to on the floor. "What do you want, Parvati?" She asked quietly, a death grip on her books in her hands. "Oh give it up, Hermione! Come on over, we won't bite," she said, patting the spot on the bed next to her. Lavender shifted over to make room. "Uh." Hermione stuttered, making her way over. Never in her four years had the small cliquey group of Gryfindor girls been anything but polite to her. But overly friendly? What was this? "Listen," Hermione said as she sat down, "If this is all in an attempt to get answers for homework assignments for this term, forget about it!" "Of course not!" Lavender said with a giggle, putting a hand on Hermione's arm. Hermione looked from one girl to the other. She did not like this.one little bit. Parvati looked at her with a sweet sincere smile. "Look, we know you've got your eye on a guy here. It's too obvious, Hermione. Your short skirt," she said, gesturing to it as Hermione tugged it down, "the way you're carrying yourself.and is that a bit of rouge on your cheeks?" she asked, touching Hermione's cheek with a fingertip, "I never thought I'd see the day that Hermione Granger wore a spot of makeup on her face." This sent titters of laughter through the girls until Parvati looked at them severely. She rubbed at her cheek, "No, I'm not wearing any rouge." Hermione stood and walked over to her own bed and began rummaging through a tiny bag that held some of her more personal possessions. She heard muffled talking and footsteps walking towards her. She whipped around to find Lavender standing behind her. "What?" Hermione asked with a distraught sigh. "We just want to know who you like, Mione," Lavender said quietly, putting a hand on Hermione's arm, "it's okay to like someone. I mean, I do," she said, blushing. "You do? Who? I mean-uh." Hermione said, cursing herself for falling into her trap. "You see? You want to know just as much as we all want to know who you like. Come on, Mione. It'll give us all something to talk about while we sit up here," she turned to watch the other girls nodding, agreeing whole- heartedly, "Well.I like." she grinned foolishly and blushed hard, "Okay, I think I like Ron Weasely." Paravti on the bed let out a shriek, "RON WEASELEY? Lavender! Why didn't you say so? I mean, bloody hell! Ron?!" Lavender blushed crimson again, and nodded. "I can't help myself. Today on the train he was just being so.so sweet to me," she turned to Hermione, "You're friends with him.do you think you could find out for me?" Hermione nodded and say down on the edge of her bed, "Yeah, I will. I promise," she began playing with the gold locket around her neck, "The person I'm fond of.is.Harry Potter."
Thank you, thank you, thank you to : richynarf, Ninjix, FlirtyMonkey, & Dncr119; for the reviews! ( Love you guys! ;)
* * * Hermione leaned against the railing of the staircase, looking down on the inhabitants of the common room. Harry and Ron sat by the fire, talking in hushed whispers. She had just left them to go get her room tidied and to study a bit for Transfigurations. Harry looked up at her and gave a short wave before turning back to Ron who was pulling out a game of live-action chess. Hermione returned the wave and walked over to the thick oak door of her shared bedroom. "Hermione Granger! Get in here right now!" a shrill voice cried as Hermione shut the door. She looked up to see Parvati Patil surrounded by a gaggle of girls on her bed. They all stopped talking and stared up at Hermione who started shifting uncomfortable from the spot she was rooted to on the floor. "What do you want, Parvati?" She asked quietly, a death grip on her books in her hands. "Oh give it up, Hermione! Come on over, we won't bite," she said, patting the spot on the bed next to her. Lavender shifted over to make room. "Uh." Hermione stuttered, making her way over. Never in her four years had the small cliquey group of Gryfindor girls been anything but polite to her. But overly friendly? What was this? "Listen," Hermione said as she sat down, "If this is all in an attempt to get answers for homework assignments for this term, forget about it!" "Of course not!" Lavender said with a giggle, putting a hand on Hermione's arm. Hermione looked from one girl to the other. She did not like this.one little bit. Parvati looked at her with a sweet sincere smile. "Look, we know you've got your eye on a guy here. It's too obvious, Hermione. Your short skirt," she said, gesturing to it as Hermione tugged it down, "the way you're carrying yourself.and is that a bit of rouge on your cheeks?" she asked, touching Hermione's cheek with a fingertip, "I never thought I'd see the day that Hermione Granger wore a spot of makeup on her face." This sent titters of laughter through the girls until Parvati looked at them severely. She rubbed at her cheek, "No, I'm not wearing any rouge." Hermione stood and walked over to her own bed and began rummaging through a tiny bag that held some of her more personal possessions. She heard muffled talking and footsteps walking towards her. She whipped around to find Lavender standing behind her. "What?" Hermione asked with a distraught sigh. "We just want to know who you like, Mione," Lavender said quietly, putting a hand on Hermione's arm, "it's okay to like someone. I mean, I do," she said, blushing. "You do? Who? I mean-uh." Hermione said, cursing herself for falling into her trap. "You see? You want to know just as much as we all want to know who you like. Come on, Mione. It'll give us all something to talk about while we sit up here," she turned to watch the other girls nodding, agreeing whole- heartedly, "Well.I like." she grinned foolishly and blushed hard, "Okay, I think I like Ron Weasely." Paravti on the bed let out a shriek, "RON WEASELEY? Lavender! Why didn't you say so? I mean, bloody hell! Ron?!" Lavender blushed crimson again, and nodded. "I can't help myself. Today on the train he was just being so.so sweet to me," she turned to Hermione, "You're friends with him.do you think you could find out for me?" Hermione nodded and say down on the edge of her bed, "Yeah, I will. I promise," she began playing with the gold locket around her neck, "The person I'm fond of.is.Harry Potter."