Disclaimer: Refer to Ch.1

A/N: just read it for now. lol

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And all was back to normal.

Or so I told myself. How could it ever be normal again? I had feelings for one of my best friends - feelings that I shouldn't feel!

Okay - so being a girl of my age it'd be awkward for me to NOT have feelings like these. But the fact that they're about my friend is just, well, not me. I shouldn't be wishing that I were the girl he held hands with in between classes, or during lunch with. I should be minding my own business, worrying about homework, not where he is every second of every day and with whom he's spending those seconds.

Am I obsessing?

No. Of course not.

Okay, maybe just a little.

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Trying desperately to concentrate on homework while he is in the room does not work at all. That is the realization I have come to after attempting that very thing for the past hour and a half.

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I was talking to Harry earlier today after Transfigurations. We were just chatting idly until Ron walked by with Gabrielle Geneva from Hufflepuff.

"That's his third girlfriend of the year! And we're not even two weeks into it!" I exclaimed quietly to Harry, noticing how he wasn't very surprised.

"Ron has turned into quite the ladies man recently, from what I've heard." Harry just shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, obviously not giving any interest as to what Ron did in his spare time. "I was talking to Lavender and Parvati, and they said that - "

Harry stopped me, and looked at me wide-eyed. "You talked to Lavender and Parvati? I thought we had all decided that they had their own little language, and that none of us would steep to learning it."

"Um, right. When did we make this so-called decision?"

"I don't really remember. I just assumed it was an unspoken agreement." (Again with the shrugging shoulders thing.)

"Whatever. I don't really care. Did you finish your homework for Charms yet?" I developed that ploy during the summer, noticing how if I brought up anything remotely involved with homework that my best friends immediately forgot what they had been doing. Then came the well deserved -

"Hermione, how can you think about homework all the time?"

See what I mean?

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"Hey 'Mione."

I had been scribbling furiously on my parchment, attempting to finish my Defense Against the Dark Arts paper that was due the following week. I smiled slowly, pausing in my work to glance up and meet the chocolate eyes of one Ronald Weasley.

I could get lost in them, I'm quite sure. They're just the perfect color, all warm and inviting, and they're ideal for him. Every time we would argue they would flare up, enraged, and even if I was hideously furious with Ron, just one look into his eyes and I would feel my defenses breaking down. He has that kind of power over me, just by looking at me. It's as if he can see right through me; right through every façade that I have put up throughout my life, he could see my very soul without even trying to.

"Yoo-hoo, Hermione? Are you there?" The sound of his voice ripped me from my little reverie.

"Yes I am here, Ron. I was just trying to concentrate on my work, that's all."

"Oh." He took a seat into the chair across from me and rested his hands upon the table. "I was just curious. You've been sitting over here writing non-stop, and I was thinking you would like to join Harry and I for some supper, seeing as how it is about that time."

"Oh my. Is it that late already?" I hastily covered my inkbottle before shoving all of my belongings into my bag. "Wait a second - Just you and Harry? What, no girlfriend tonight?"

Ron smirked at my remark, before telling me that he and the Hufflepuff had broken up earlier in the day. I smiled inwardly as I followed them into the Great Hall, glad to have him all to myself.

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It's been a week since Ron dumped the Hufflepuff, (not that I'm counting or anything). Surprisingly enough, he hasn't gone out with anyone else. Not that plenty of girls haven't tried to dig their claws into him. It's a routine now, going down to breakfast and being bombarded by his little admirers. If I didn't like him so, it would be kind of cute.

Oh who am I kidding? It's adorable. Just not when he turns them down, and they walk away as if their favorite puppy was just killed.

Of course, if it looked like Ron, I'd be walking away like that too.

Bad thoughts. I need to stop them. Soon.

Maybe I just need a boyfriend to keep my mind off of him.

Just not off of my homework. I can't be distracted from that in any way, shape, or form. Under no circumstances is that allowable.

Ever.

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A/N: Okay that was short too, I know, but I just wanted to type something, and that's what came out. lol

doggydigger: I didn't give the girl a name because frankly, I couldn't come up with one that sounded semi - normal. lol

dkscully: I'm so glad you think she is. I was becoming a little scared in that chapter, but in this one more.

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Hermione101888: I'm glad you thought it was interesting. And as far as the cursing goes, I'm just thinking that sometimes good girls like Hermione come out with little words like that at times of heightened stress, or emotions. (Kind of like in my case? But not.) lol

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