~Chapter 3~
I don't own anything.
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"Wait up, Hermione! Potter really likes you!" Draco said, out of breath as he caught up with Hermione.
"So! He's my best friend! People don't date their best friends."
"Why don't you two just give it a shot already? You two have known each other for 5 years. I know you liked Wood. EVERYONE liked Wood! ::sigh:: Even Slytherin girls liked him secretly. That's no shock to any of us. After he left Hogwarts, why didn't you like anyone else? Why did you hold your feelings in? Pothead could be a good catch for you. Smartest girl with the geeki-eh-I mean most famous guy in Gryffindor. Why not him?"
"Why did you bring Oliver into this? Besides, I did like someone else, Malfoy."
"Oh really! Who, then?"
"Eh.....you," Hermione whispered. The hall began to fill with students as class let out.
"Just, eh, go out with Potter. You know you want to," said a blushing Malfoy, who then left and disappeared into the river of students who were going to their next classes.
Harry and Ron were talking, Ron walking more like a zombie with each step. Harry stopped and observed Hermione, who was standing in the hall, staring outside into the fog. So much was racing through her head at the time: What was she to do? Tell Harry her feelings for Malfoy and Wood (Is that even possible to like both??) or just go home and tell this to no one? Maybe she should go out with him. Just maybe it would work. But what about Ron? Hermione sensed that he liked her, but was never able to tell for sure. Going out with her best friend couldn't really hurt! Or could it?
THE NEXT MORNING (December 21)
::I Think I Love You (by Less Than Jake) starts to play:: (Don't ask why but it sounds good and I love that song!)
I'm sleeping in, and right in the middle of a good dream
When all at once I wake up to something that keeps knocking on my brain.
Before I go insane I hold a pillow to my head,
And spring up in my bed screaming out the words I said, "I think I love you!"
Harry gets out of bed at 7:30, looking around seeing a bunch of empty bunks. He decides to go to the Hospital Wing in hopes of spraining his ankle on the way down. He says he has a bad headache, and was released with a pass to Potions, the one class he didn't want to go to......ever.
This morning, I woke up with this feeling I didn't know how to deal with
And so I just decided to myself.
I'd hide it to myself, and never talk about it
And did not go and shout when you walked into the room, "I think I love you!"
Harry walks very slowly down the hallway, flustered, and with fifteen minutes left, it looks like he won't miss Potions class. Harry trudges in, five minutes before class lets out. The entire class stares at him. Snape with a blank, yet scary expression. Hermione with her head looking down after watching her crusher sit next to her. Malfoy with that mischievous, devilish, up-to-no-good-as-usual look on his face, while at the same time cracking up. Neville with a glassy-eyed glare, as if he were angry. Susan with a pouty look on her face, no longer wishing that she had ever liked Harry. Harry stares at the desk and doodles on his parchment paper with his quill.
I think I love you, so what am I so afraid of?
Afraid that I'm not sure of, a love there is no cure for.
I think I love you, is that what life is made of?
Though it worries me to say that I've never felt this way, yeah.
Class lets out, leaving Snape's cliffhanger at how to read someone's mind without making the person whose mind you wish to read drink the potion. (Malfoy, no doubt, was very interested in this.) Harry and Hermione, who are going to the same class, walk in opposite directions down the hallway. Both are looking down at the ground, Harry watching his worn out boots and Hermione tripping over her robe. Ron follows Hermione's path, just to look at her beautiful golden brown hair and petite body trudge down the hallway.
Believe me; you really don't have to worry! I only wanna make you happy.
And if you say, "Hey go away!" I will.
But I think better still I better stay around and love you.
Do you think I have a case? Let me ask you to your face! "I think I love you!"
Harry and Hermione walk into Defense Against the Dark Arts. Luckily they sit at opposite ends of the room, Hermione in front, and Harry in back. Harry glances at Hermione's hair. He looks at the "mane" dreamily, holding his head up with his hand cupping his chin.
I think I love you, so what am I so afraid of?
Afraid that I'm not sure of, a love there is no cure for.
I think I love you, is that what life is made of?
Though it worries me to say that I've never felt this way, yeah.
Hermione takes out her mirror, and tilts it just so, so that Harry's figure appeared, looking at her. For once she kind of likes the feeling. She glances at it every so often, staring at those ocean blue eyes of his.
I don't know what I'm up against!
I don't know what it's all about!
I've go so much to think about!
Yeah!!!
Harry realizes what Hermione is doing, and he looks into the mirror, their eyes meeting together. Hermione smiles. Harry smiles back, somewhat relieved. Hermione closes her mirror and returns to her habit of paying attention to the professor.
I think I love you, so what am I so afraid of?
Afraid that I'm not sure of, a love there is no cure for.
I think I love you, is that what life is made of?
Though it worries me to say that I've never felt this way, yeah!
Okay, that was my half song-fic. I hope it wasn't too painful of an experience! Oh, and also, if you're gonna flame me, please do it tastefully. Please tell me what I can do to make my story better! But please do not just say that you disliked it. Please give me CONSTRUCTIVE criticism. I promise that I have a REALLY good plot in store, and a couple of cute little hilarious anecdotes. At least I think so, anyways(. So please, once again, R/R, as always, and I love ya! Thanx for all of the great reviews! I'm truly touched! Thanx a bunch for everyone who took the time to review my fics! I appreciate it! I promise better chapters to come! Just bear with chapter 3 for now! Aren't you all just dying of suspense?? Bunches of love! ~*~Chanelle~*~
I don't own anything.
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"Wait up, Hermione! Potter really likes you!" Draco said, out of breath as he caught up with Hermione.
"So! He's my best friend! People don't date their best friends."
"Why don't you two just give it a shot already? You two have known each other for 5 years. I know you liked Wood. EVERYONE liked Wood! ::sigh:: Even Slytherin girls liked him secretly. That's no shock to any of us. After he left Hogwarts, why didn't you like anyone else? Why did you hold your feelings in? Pothead could be a good catch for you. Smartest girl with the geeki-eh-I mean most famous guy in Gryffindor. Why not him?"
"Why did you bring Oliver into this? Besides, I did like someone else, Malfoy."
"Oh really! Who, then?"
"Eh.....you," Hermione whispered. The hall began to fill with students as class let out.
"Just, eh, go out with Potter. You know you want to," said a blushing Malfoy, who then left and disappeared into the river of students who were going to their next classes.
Harry and Ron were talking, Ron walking more like a zombie with each step. Harry stopped and observed Hermione, who was standing in the hall, staring outside into the fog. So much was racing through her head at the time: What was she to do? Tell Harry her feelings for Malfoy and Wood (Is that even possible to like both??) or just go home and tell this to no one? Maybe she should go out with him. Just maybe it would work. But what about Ron? Hermione sensed that he liked her, but was never able to tell for sure. Going out with her best friend couldn't really hurt! Or could it?
THE NEXT MORNING (December 21)
::I Think I Love You (by Less Than Jake) starts to play:: (Don't ask why but it sounds good and I love that song!)
I'm sleeping in, and right in the middle of a good dream
When all at once I wake up to something that keeps knocking on my brain.
Before I go insane I hold a pillow to my head,
And spring up in my bed screaming out the words I said, "I think I love you!"
Harry gets out of bed at 7:30, looking around seeing a bunch of empty bunks. He decides to go to the Hospital Wing in hopes of spraining his ankle on the way down. He says he has a bad headache, and was released with a pass to Potions, the one class he didn't want to go to......ever.
This morning, I woke up with this feeling I didn't know how to deal with
And so I just decided to myself.
I'd hide it to myself, and never talk about it
And did not go and shout when you walked into the room, "I think I love you!"
Harry walks very slowly down the hallway, flustered, and with fifteen minutes left, it looks like he won't miss Potions class. Harry trudges in, five minutes before class lets out. The entire class stares at him. Snape with a blank, yet scary expression. Hermione with her head looking down after watching her crusher sit next to her. Malfoy with that mischievous, devilish, up-to-no-good-as-usual look on his face, while at the same time cracking up. Neville with a glassy-eyed glare, as if he were angry. Susan with a pouty look on her face, no longer wishing that she had ever liked Harry. Harry stares at the desk and doodles on his parchment paper with his quill.
I think I love you, so what am I so afraid of?
Afraid that I'm not sure of, a love there is no cure for.
I think I love you, is that what life is made of?
Though it worries me to say that I've never felt this way, yeah.
Class lets out, leaving Snape's cliffhanger at how to read someone's mind without making the person whose mind you wish to read drink the potion. (Malfoy, no doubt, was very interested in this.) Harry and Hermione, who are going to the same class, walk in opposite directions down the hallway. Both are looking down at the ground, Harry watching his worn out boots and Hermione tripping over her robe. Ron follows Hermione's path, just to look at her beautiful golden brown hair and petite body trudge down the hallway.
Believe me; you really don't have to worry! I only wanna make you happy.
And if you say, "Hey go away!" I will.
But I think better still I better stay around and love you.
Do you think I have a case? Let me ask you to your face! "I think I love you!"
Harry and Hermione walk into Defense Against the Dark Arts. Luckily they sit at opposite ends of the room, Hermione in front, and Harry in back. Harry glances at Hermione's hair. He looks at the "mane" dreamily, holding his head up with his hand cupping his chin.
I think I love you, so what am I so afraid of?
Afraid that I'm not sure of, a love there is no cure for.
I think I love you, is that what life is made of?
Though it worries me to say that I've never felt this way, yeah.
Hermione takes out her mirror, and tilts it just so, so that Harry's figure appeared, looking at her. For once she kind of likes the feeling. She glances at it every so often, staring at those ocean blue eyes of his.
I don't know what I'm up against!
I don't know what it's all about!
I've go so much to think about!
Yeah!!!
Harry realizes what Hermione is doing, and he looks into the mirror, their eyes meeting together. Hermione smiles. Harry smiles back, somewhat relieved. Hermione closes her mirror and returns to her habit of paying attention to the professor.
I think I love you, so what am I so afraid of?
Afraid that I'm not sure of, a love there is no cure for.
I think I love you, is that what life is made of?
Though it worries me to say that I've never felt this way, yeah!
Okay, that was my half song-fic. I hope it wasn't too painful of an experience! Oh, and also, if you're gonna flame me, please do it tastefully. Please tell me what I can do to make my story better! But please do not just say that you disliked it. Please give me CONSTRUCTIVE criticism. I promise that I have a REALLY good plot in store, and a couple of cute little hilarious anecdotes. At least I think so, anyways(. So please, once again, R/R, as always, and I love ya! Thanx for all of the great reviews! I'm truly touched! Thanx a bunch for everyone who took the time to review my fics! I appreciate it! I promise better chapters to come! Just bear with chapter 3 for now! Aren't you all just dying of suspense?? Bunches of love! ~*~Chanelle~*~