Don't Waste Your Time, I Won't Love You
Chapter 2: No Such Thing As Love
That night Hermione and Ron were still at the feast along with everyone else in the castle except Harry, he really didn't feel that hungry, so he simply went back to the common room to sit by the fire and watch the stars pass by the castle. This became one of his favorite pastimes last year, fifth year, when he felt like he needed to be alone.
As he walked into the common room and passed the Fat Lady he heard no noise, which made him think that he was alone. Harry plopped down on the closest couch to the fire and looked up, Faryn was sitting across from him with her nose stuck in a book reading it without any hesitation to the world around her.
Harry squinted his eyes to see the label on the book, but he couldn't quite make it out, her long fingers were covering every inch of it.
"Hi," he said causally hoping she would answer back.
Faryn lifted her head up and looked straight at Harry with her huge brown eyes burrowing into him. It almost looked like she didn't think that she was actually addressed by him.
When she didn't answer Harry moved onward with the conversation, "what are you reading?"
She looked as though she took a deep breath. Faryn did something that no one thought she could have done, "I don't think it would be anything that would interest you."
Harry got up off his couch and went over to her and looked at the back of the book, "My Everything by Maddie Crovake," he read out loud, "a love story."
She quickly closed the book, "I guess, it's filled with great characters though it too good to be real."
Harry's eyes narrowed, "what do you mean?"
Faryn broke out into a smile, "you actually think there is such thing as a perfect romance, hold on do you think there is such thing as a romance?"
It was almost hilarious in a sense, "of course there is such thing as love."
Faryn got up off the couch, grabbed her book and headed up the stairs. "Sure their is," she said sarcastically as she turned back around.
Harry sat back down in his chair; she didn't think there was such thing as love. How could she not believe there was such thing as love, of course there was such thing as love. He was too deep into his own thoughts to notice that Hermione and Ron were sitting next to him trying to get his attention.
"Harry."
"Earth to Harry, come in Mr. Potter," Hermione said slowly as she waved her hand in front of her face. "God I haven't said that since the third grade."
"Oh hi," he finally came too. "I have to talk to you guys, privately."
"Okay what did you want to talk about?" Hermione questioned him as she sat down on Ron's bed, making herself at home.
Harry just stood against the wall, "okay, it's a long story but I need your help."
"Okay I'm listening."
"Dammit Harry if it's about that bloody Faryn I am gonna," Ron's face went cold.
"Shut up," Hermione elbowed Ron in the stomach, "what is it Harry."
"I was talking to her," he began, "and I asked her what she was reading, and she answered me." Ron looked shocked. "It was a love story, and I asked her if she liked it."
"Not to bother you Harry but I'm a bit tired can you hurry this up," Ron snarled, he really didn't want to be involved with this conversation.
"Can this wait till morning?" Hermione asked as she rubbed her eyes. When Harry nodded she left and Ron went straight to sleep leaving Harry to think what he was going to do to convince her that it was real. The only sound that you could hear was a door slowly shut.
That night Hermione and Ron were still at the feast along with everyone else in the castle except Harry, he really didn't feel that hungry, so he simply went back to the common room to sit by the fire and watch the stars pass by the castle. This became one of his favorite pastimes last year, fifth year, when he felt like he needed to be alone.
As he walked into the common room and passed the Fat Lady he heard no noise, which made him think that he was alone. Harry plopped down on the closest couch to the fire and looked up, Faryn was sitting across from him with her nose stuck in a book reading it without any hesitation to the world around her.
Harry squinted his eyes to see the label on the book, but he couldn't quite make it out, her long fingers were covering every inch of it.
"Hi," he said causally hoping she would answer back.
Faryn lifted her head up and looked straight at Harry with her huge brown eyes burrowing into him. It almost looked like she didn't think that she was actually addressed by him.
When she didn't answer Harry moved onward with the conversation, "what are you reading?"
She looked as though she took a deep breath. Faryn did something that no one thought she could have done, "I don't think it would be anything that would interest you."
Harry got up off his couch and went over to her and looked at the back of the book, "My Everything by Maddie Crovake," he read out loud, "a love story."
She quickly closed the book, "I guess, it's filled with great characters though it too good to be real."
Harry's eyes narrowed, "what do you mean?"
Faryn broke out into a smile, "you actually think there is such thing as a perfect romance, hold on do you think there is such thing as a romance?"
It was almost hilarious in a sense, "of course there is such thing as love."
Faryn got up off the couch, grabbed her book and headed up the stairs. "Sure their is," she said sarcastically as she turned back around.
Harry sat back down in his chair; she didn't think there was such thing as love. How could she not believe there was such thing as love, of course there was such thing as love. He was too deep into his own thoughts to notice that Hermione and Ron were sitting next to him trying to get his attention.
"Harry."
"Earth to Harry, come in Mr. Potter," Hermione said slowly as she waved her hand in front of her face. "God I haven't said that since the third grade."
"Oh hi," he finally came too. "I have to talk to you guys, privately."
"Okay what did you want to talk about?" Hermione questioned him as she sat down on Ron's bed, making herself at home.
Harry just stood against the wall, "okay, it's a long story but I need your help."
"Okay I'm listening."
"Dammit Harry if it's about that bloody Faryn I am gonna," Ron's face went cold.
"Shut up," Hermione elbowed Ron in the stomach, "what is it Harry."
"I was talking to her," he began, "and I asked her what she was reading, and she answered me." Ron looked shocked. "It was a love story, and I asked her if she liked it."
"Not to bother you Harry but I'm a bit tired can you hurry this up," Ron snarled, he really didn't want to be involved with this conversation.
"Can this wait till morning?" Hermione asked as she rubbed her eyes. When Harry nodded she left and Ron went straight to sleep leaving Harry to think what he was going to do to convince her that it was real. The only sound that you could hear was a door slowly shut.