A/N: I have decided to continue, at least for now, in Hermione's POV. If
you liked it better the other way just let me know.
DISCLAIMER: No, I don't own Harry Potter. I own nothing here; it all belongs to J.K. Rowling. The only thing here that's mine is Clover Hodges.
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Going slowly to Gryffindor Tower, I though about him.
"Maybe I making too big a deal out of him," I thought.
No way. Even if our 'romantic relationship' hadn't gotten very far, it was something that had always stayed in the back of my mind, even when I started dating Ron. I knew that wasn't very fair to either one of them, but there was almost nothing I could do without hurting them even more.
"God save me from hormones," I though with a bland smile as I reached the portrait of the Fat Lady.
"Fireflies," I said, and she opened up to admit me to the common room. Ron and Harry weren't back yet.
I thought about going back outside, but then they'd wan to know what had happened, and I didn't want to tell them - at least not yet.
"You're going to have to tell them eventually," said a voice from behind me.
I turned around to see Clover Hodges, another Gryffindor in my year, standing on the stairs, smiling a little. Clover has interesting powers, and sometimes she can do things such as read people's minds and make predictions that are much truer than Professor Trelawney can. It all has to do with the alignment of the planets, however, so Clover's powers have little effect when the planets are not aligned favorably.
"Hi Clover," I said, walking up to her.
"Hey Hermione. You've got a real problem huh?" she sat down on one of the stairs.
I nodded and sat down next to her. "I sure do! Snape is such a pig isn't he?"
Clover laughed. "You can say that again! But really Hermione, why don't you tell Professor McGonagall? You can't let Snape run around doing things like this."
I groaned. "Thanks Mom," I joked.
My friend smiled. "Well, just think about it. As for Harry and Ron. Well, tell them when you feel like it."
"Then how am I supposed to explain why I'm not in trouble?" I asked.
She shrugged. "Beats me. Just remember that most guys here are pretty gullible." Clover stood up. "Good luck Hermione." And with that she had left the common room by way of the portrait.
DISCLAIMER: No, I don't own Harry Potter. I own nothing here; it all belongs to J.K. Rowling. The only thing here that's mine is Clover Hodges.
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Going slowly to Gryffindor Tower, I though about him.
"Maybe I making too big a deal out of him," I thought.
No way. Even if our 'romantic relationship' hadn't gotten very far, it was something that had always stayed in the back of my mind, even when I started dating Ron. I knew that wasn't very fair to either one of them, but there was almost nothing I could do without hurting them even more.
"God save me from hormones," I though with a bland smile as I reached the portrait of the Fat Lady.
"Fireflies," I said, and she opened up to admit me to the common room. Ron and Harry weren't back yet.
I thought about going back outside, but then they'd wan to know what had happened, and I didn't want to tell them - at least not yet.
"You're going to have to tell them eventually," said a voice from behind me.
I turned around to see Clover Hodges, another Gryffindor in my year, standing on the stairs, smiling a little. Clover has interesting powers, and sometimes she can do things such as read people's minds and make predictions that are much truer than Professor Trelawney can. It all has to do with the alignment of the planets, however, so Clover's powers have little effect when the planets are not aligned favorably.
"Hi Clover," I said, walking up to her.
"Hey Hermione. You've got a real problem huh?" she sat down on one of the stairs.
I nodded and sat down next to her. "I sure do! Snape is such a pig isn't he?"
Clover laughed. "You can say that again! But really Hermione, why don't you tell Professor McGonagall? You can't let Snape run around doing things like this."
I groaned. "Thanks Mom," I joked.
My friend smiled. "Well, just think about it. As for Harry and Ron. Well, tell them when you feel like it."
"Then how am I supposed to explain why I'm not in trouble?" I asked.
She shrugged. "Beats me. Just remember that most guys here are pretty gullible." Clover stood up. "Good luck Hermione." And with that she had left the common room by way of the portrait.