Chapter 7
Finding A Girl for Harry
Harry, Ron and Hermione woke up early the next day and went straight down to the Great Hall for breakfast. Harry hadn't seen Ginny since last night in the entrance hall. He wished he would be seeing her at breakfast and to his luck—Harry immediately saw Ginny's flaming red hair. She was sitting on the Gryffindor table, with her friend, Claire.
"Hi, Harry!" Ginny said, smiling when Harry, Ron and Hermione passed by her. Harry saw that Ginny's face was somewhat red; he thought it was only the effect of a good night rest.
"Hi, Ginny!" Harry greeted, smiling back.
"So what's with the 'Hi, Harry!' line today, Gin?" Ron said, looking at Ginny suspiciously. "You didn't even said hi to your big brother." He complained sulkily.
Ginny giggled at her brother's protest. "Okay, okay." She giggled. "Hi, Ron. Hi, Hermione. Happy?" She said, her eyes glinting with charm.
"I know that look very well, Ginny Weasley. But I'm not going to fall for it!" Ron said, seeing Ginny's eyes looking at him. "I still won't forgive you. You didn't greet me first, I was only the second." Ron said, feeling rejected by his sister.
"Oh, Ron," Ginny groaned. "I promise that whenever we see each other I'll greet you first and not second." Ginny said, looking at her brother with pleading eyes for his forgiveness.
"Okay." Ron said, smiling contentedly.
"At last, discussion finished!" Ginny said, giving her brother a hug. "Ron, Harry, Hermione, this is Claire, my friend." She said, placing a hand on her friend's shoulder. "Of course, you already know Harry and my brother, Ron," Ginny added with a laugh.
Harry nodded and gave a smile to Claire.
"Claire, this is my brother's girlfriend, Hermione." Ginny said, introducing Hermione.
Hermione blushed when she was addressed as Ron's girlfriend. Ginny giggled at Hermione and so did all of them—including Hermione.
After their talk, the three excused themselves and sat on the vacant chairs on the Gryffindor table, somehow distant from Ginny. Harry sat next to Ron while Hermione perched across Ron. Tables were all filled with crocks of chicken soup and plates of toasts and dishes of ham and bacon.
"So, have you seen our new teacher already?" A round-faced boy said, sitting beside Hermione.
"Hello, Neville," said Hermione, smiling then taking another bite on her toast. "No, we haven't seen her yet."
"I heard she arrived here early in the morning," said Neville as he forked the ham on his plate.
Harry was about to take another toast when there was a sudden sound on the enchanted ceiling (it was sky blue this morning). Harry and everyone else looked up to see hundreds of owls flying in and hooting as they flew around, looking for the owners of the letters or packages they were carrying.
A brown owl dropped a parcel in front of Neville (almost on his very plate) and flew away.
"I thought so," Neville said when he saw the contents of the parcel. "Gran sent me the homeworks I've forgotten." He said, checking the rolls of parchments.
Ron didn't notice that Hermione also received a letter not until he saw her opening it and reading it.
"From whom is it?" Ron asked curiously, trying to sound casual.
"It's from Krum," said Hermione, looking happy about the letter.
Ron scowled immediately.
"Now, now, Ron." Hermione said, calming her boyfriend. "I was only happy because he already informed me that he'll stop writing me already. You don't have to be jealous about that." She said, smiling.
"I'm not jealous!" Ron disclaimed, his ears turning pink.
Hermione giggled at the way her boyfriend acted, she simply loved the way Ron said he wasn't jealous although it was very obvious that he was.
Then, Professor McGonagall started rounding the Gryffindor table, giving out their course schedules. When Harry got his own, he looked disgruntled. Hermione went to look at hers and knew the answer immediately—they had double Potions first with the Slytherins.
Harry, Ron and Hermione left the Great Hall and headed for their first class in the dungeons. The three passed by Malfoy on their way; his nose looked perfectly normal again, he must had gone to the hospital wing earlier.
Potions was truly the least favorite subject for Harry. He—again—lost five points for his house but luckily, Hermione's homework got a perfect score earning their house five points. Snape was surely frugal when it came to giving out points for Gryffindor. Harry waited impatiently for the class to end; Malfoy kept on throwing crumpled parchments on Harry's cauldron. Harry just kept silent and tried very hard to control his temper so he would not lose any more points for his house. Thankfully, Potions was over. Harry immediately collected all the parchments banked on his cauldron and went to Malfoy's bag, tipping all the crinkled parchments into his bag. Malfoy wasn't able to see Harry because Snape was talking him into doing something for him.
Ron grinned at Harry and said, "That will serve him right!" He took a plastic bag from his bag and threw the contents on Malfoy's bag, which was another heap of crumpled parchments. "Another pile for his collection," said Ron, grinning wickedly.
Hermione tapped Ron on the shoulder. "I think we must go now. Malfoy's already finished talking to Snape." She whispered hurriedly. The three walked away from the dungeons hurriedly before Malfoy could even see what they had done in his bag. They headed towards their next subject, the most boring class—History of Magic.
"I want you all to turn your book into page 56." Ginny heard Professor McGonagall say. "You are to turn yourselves into a wooden chair. If you'll read the book carefully, you can even select if you wish to add carvings in the wooden chair you'll become." She continued.
Ginny was nibbling her quill because of boredom. She had been waiting for the lunch bell to ring ever since she went to her classes. She wanted to see Harry again.
"Gin, Professor McGonagall's coming." Claire whispered to Ginny.
"Huh?" Ginny asked, looking at her friend.
"Miss Weasley, I told you to turn your book into page 56. Aren't you listening?" Professor McGonagall said sternly. She was looking at Ginny's nibbled quill. "I do hope you stop chewing your quill too," she said, walking away to check the others' works.
Ginny somberly turned her book to page 56 and started reading it; she clasped her wand tightly in her hand and pointed it to herself. She didn't have any difficulty in transfiguring herself, unlike Ron, because she was good in her subjects—almost as good as Hermione. At the end of their Transfiguration, Ginny earned Gryffindor ten points for making an elegant-looking wooden chair out of herself. At least she had made up for the mistake she had done for not turning her book.
"Gin," A girl called, approaching Ginny.
Ginny was fixing her books, preparing to leave for the Great Hall. She turned back and smiled at the girl. "Hi, Maya! How did your transfiguration go?" Ginny asked her best friend.
"Fine, although my chair still has my black hair on it." Maya replied, grinning.
"That's all right."
"Can we go to the Great Hall together to have lunch?" Maya said, helping Ginny with her books.
"Sure. We can chat on the way."
Ginny and Maya were like sisters, their classmates always teased them as twins—although they didn't have the same color of hair, Maya's hair was straight, long and black while Ginny's was wavy and in a violent shade of red—no one would go without the other. Despite their differences—Maya was a rich girl while Ginny was not—Ginny and she had the same kindness in them making them best friends since their second year at Hogwarts and up until now.
Ginny and Maya reached the Great Hall after going down some stairs and meeting Nearly Headless Nick. To Ginny's disappointment, Harry didn't seem to notice her; he was sitting at the far end of the Gryffindor table.
After she finished eating the last spoonful of mashed potato on her plate, Ginny followed Maya into their dormitory.
"Did you finish feeding Pouncer?" Ginny said as she entered the room.
"Yes, he's already taking his nap." Maya replied, stroking the fur of her black Persian cat, which was resting on her lap—asleep.
"Did you have a nice vacation?" Ginny asked, sitting on her four-poster bed, which was placed beside Maya's bed.
"Yeah," Maya said smiling. "My parents and I went to visit my Granny in Japan."
"You already forgot all about Jeff?" Ginny asked worriedly to Maya.
Maya and Jeff had been going steady back on their third year, but on the later part of April, Maya broke up with Jeff because of Jeff's inappropriate jealousy.
"I think I have, although I still remember him. But I think I'm over him already," Maya replied, smiling to reassure her friend. "How 'bout you? Did you have a happy vacation?" she asked, changing the topic.
"I had the most terrific vacation in my whole life!" Ginny replied, hugging her pillow.
"It's Harry, am I right?"
Ginny nodded silently. "He spent his whole vacation with us. But it's not what you think; we're only best friends. And I'm already contented with that." She said, smiling.
Maya knew that Ginny had a crush on Harry; Ginny always told her about Harry—everything about Harry. Everything that Ginny knew about Harry, Maya knew too. But Ginny didn't tell her one thing, that that vacation her feelings became deeper, Ginny already loved Harry—and she really didn't have plans of telling her until she finally made sure to herself that she really did love Harry.
"You still have a crush on him, don't you?" Maya teased.
"Yeah, well—I still have." Ginny said honestly. "But I'm planning to get over him already." She told Maya—but actually Ginny didn't have any plans of getting over Harry—not any.
"Getting over Harry, huh?" Maya said with a hint of doubt in her voice. "I doubt that."
The two burst into fits of laughter afterwards.
Harry, Ron and Hermione were on their way to their Transfiguration class. When they entered the room, they saw Professor McGonagall in her usual emerald-green robes, waiting for them.
"Good afternoon, Professor." Harry greeted, taking a seat in front next to Ron.
"Good afternoon, Potter." Professor McGonagall answered, giving a solemn nod. "I wish to talk to you after classes," said the strict professor.
Harry gave a nod in answer. They were going to have a break afterwards anyway, so he was free to talk to Professor McGonagall.
Their classes ended shortly after they copied long notes in their parchments and practiced transfiguring themselves into a small tree. Neville was able to transfigure himself but when the whole class had returned to normal, he still got some leaves sticking out of his head.
"Meet you at the Great Hall," Harry told Ron and Hermione. "I still have to talk to Professor McGonagall."
"Okay." Ron said as he and Hermione went to the door along with the other Gryffindors.
"You wanted to tell me something, Professor?" Harry said when he reached Professor McGonagall's table.
"Yes, Potter." Professor McGonagall said, looking at the room and making sure that no one was around. "I want to tell you that since Wood isn't here anymore, I've decided to make you Quidditch captain for Gryffindor team. You must make contacts with Madam Hooch; I already told her that you're the new captain. You help her with the trials for the new keeper; trials start next week." She told Harry.
"Thank you, Professor." Harry said with a smile. "I'll speak to Madam Hooch as soon as I can." He said, still happy with his new position. He had never expected such would happen to him.
"You can leave now, Potter."
Harry was about to turn when he remembered Ron. "Professor, can I pick the keeper already? I already have someone in mind and he's simply wonderful." Harry said, hoping that she would approve with Harry.
"No Potter, we must be fair. If no one else auditions then you may choose him." She answered.
"I understand," said Harry, his voice sounded a little disappointed though. Harry turned, hurriedly collected his bag and walked towards the door.
"One more thing—" Professor McGonagall said before Harry left. Harry turned. "I want you to do your best for the team, Potter. I'm expecting much from you, I hope you won't let me down." She said, peering at Harry over her spectacles.
"I'll do my best, Professor," said Harry, beaming.
Professor McGonagall nodded and gave out a smile to Harry—a thing that was very rare to her. "Good." She said.
Harry was now on his way to the Great Hall to tell his friends the good news.
"Harry!" Ron called. "Over here!" He shouted, waving a hand to Harry. Ron and Hermione were sitting on the Gryffindor table; Hermione reading her book again.
"So, what did Professor McGonagall say?" Hermione asked in excitement. She already closed her book and looked at Harry yearningly for his answer.
"You wouldn't believe what she just told me!" Harry said with a grin. "She made me the captain of Gryffindor team! I'm replacing Wood." He told his friends.
Hermione looked in shock at Harry and grinned. "Congratulations, Harry!" She said, giving Harry a friendly hug.
Ron also looked happy for his friend. "I'm sure you'll make a good captain, Harry." Ron said as he congratulated Harry, giving him a light pat on his back.
"Hey, hey, hey! Harry, congratulations!" Fred said, seizing Harry's hand and giving it a shake.
"Professor McGonagall told us everything and we started looking for you." George explained, shaking Harry's other hand.
After another minute, Fred and George had announced Harry's new duty as Gryffindor's Quidditch captain to the whole crowd on the Great Hall and Harry found himself later, shaking hands and smiling around a crowd of Gryffindors (and non-Gryffindors) applauding him. Harry even saw Malfoy and his two allies on the corner, throwing deadly glares at him. Maybe Malfoy had seen his bag already or even worse—he had already learned about Harry being the Gryffindor Quidditch captain. Harry felt himself grin at the thought of the infuriated Malfoy glaring at him.
The crowd finally diminished when the bell had rung; students needed to find the rooms of their next class quickly or they'd get detentions. Harry, Ron and Hermione hurried along the corridors to go to their next subject, Charms.
After their Charms, they still needed to attend their first Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson with Professor Langley. Hermione got another bag split so when she finished fixing her bag, they needed to run in a flash for them to arrive in time.
The three finally reached the room, and to their relief—class hadn't started yet, their teacher wasn't anywhere around the room.
"Where's Professor Langley?" Harry asked Dean, who was sitting behind him.
"Haven't seen her yet," answered Dean. "Is it true that you're the new Quidditch captain?" He asked curiously.
"Yeah." Harry heard himself answer. Dean congratulated him like the others had, then footsteps were heard from outside the room. The door opened and a slim, lofty witch wearing dark turquoise robes entered. She looked quite young with her dark brown hair loosely tied at her back having not a single strand of white or gray.
The class immediately fell silent and stared at the teacher. The teacher didn't look a bit of what they had expected; she didn't have the slightest look of a weather-beaten traveler instead she looked like she never went to Egypt at all. Her skin was not tanned and her face didn't have any trace of fatigue.
"What's the matter? Didn't you have any witch teaching you Defense Against the Dark Arts before?" She said, placing her handbag on the teacher's table.
Some of the class nodded but the rest just kept silent.
"I don't think we'll learn many things if you just keep your mouths shut," Professor Langley said, smiling. "I think we'll start our class with a simple introduction. I'm Professor Leila Langley, as I think you already know. Anyway, I've also studied here in Hogwarts, if you like to know." She began. She took a parchment in her bag and began a roll call.
"Potter, Harry." She said as she went on with her list.
Harry raised his hand for a while and withdrew it afterwards.
Professor Langley paused and looked at Harry closely; she smiled at Harry then went on finishing her list.
The class didn't do much; they just read two pages from their new book then had a discussion about it but they had fun. Professor Langley was a different teacher—she was great and a LOT more different from Snape. The bell had already rung and the Gryffindors were preparing to go to the Great Hall to eat their dinner.
"Come on, Harry. I'm starving," said Ron, placing his hand on Hermione's shoulder.
Hermione didn't look a bit bothered when Ron placed his hand on her shoulder; she was already used to it. "I wonder what we'll eat for dinner." Hermione said, smiling at Ron.
"Are you ready to go, Harry?" Professor Langley placed her hand on Harry's shoulder.
"Yes, Professor." Harry answered, smiling.
"You do have the same eyes," She said, smiling back.
"I'm sorry Professor, but who?" Harry said, pushing his glasses to his nose.
"Your mother, Harry. Lily Potter."
"You know my mum?" Harry asked in a tone of wonder and thrill.
"Of course. Lily and I were best friends back when we were still studying here at Hogwarts. James and Lily were one of the finest students here," Professor Langley said. "Not to mention—one of the best couples too." She added, smiling at Ron and Hermione, who were flushing.
"By the way, your twin brothers were very funny," she said to Ron. "Sent a pack of fireworks sparking in my class. They remind me of James and Sirius, both pairs are noted mischief-makers." She laughed gracefully. "I didn't give them any detention though, but tell them to be careful, I'm not strict but when I have taken enough I'll give them something worse than detention." Her eyes glinted in a strange way; Ron thought she wasn't a person to annoy. Then she smiled, shaking Ron's thought aside.
Professor Langley returned her look at Harry and looked into his green eyes, smiling. "You'll be a great Quidditch captain, Harry. If only your parents were here, they'd have been proud of you—especially James." She said.
"I know, Professor." Harry said, smiling too.
"Very well, let's go. I'm starving too." She winked at the three and they headed to the Great Hall.
The Great Hall was already packed with blabbering students when they arrived. Professor Langley said good night to the three and then she treaded away towards the staff table. Harry, Ron and Hermione walked the other direction and seated themselves on the Gryffindor table beside Fred and George.
"Hello, Captain!" Fred and George said together.
Harry smiled and began filling his plate with food.
"I like Professor Langley, she seems nice." Ron said, he was ready to take his second slice of lasagna.
"And very smart too," said Hermione with a smile. She scribbled all the things Professor Langley had discussed and she consumed four rolls of parchments for that matter.
"She didn't even give us detention when we sent fireworks in her class." George said happily.
"But you better be careful, she's not a person to cross." Ron said as he pronged his lasagna with his fork.
"We know that, but we're just having fun." Fred replied, elbowing George, then grinned.
Harry learned that they were not the only one talking about Professor Langley, when they finished talking, they heard the other Gryffindors talking about her as well. Seamus and Dean were also talking about her with Neville; almost all the people on the Great Hall were discussing about her. Harry saw the Slytherins at their table; they were also talking about her and to Harry's opinion, they weren't happy with her disposition—weren't happy at all that she was at Hogwarts.
The conversation about Professor Langley faded as the dinner ended later after eating their chocolate cake. Harry, Ron and Hermione went straight to the Gryffindor tower to finish their remaining homeworks.
"Are you sure you still want to stay here—alone?" Ron asked his girlfriend uneasily. "I could stay with you if you like." He offered.
"It's all right, Ron." Ron heard Hermione answer. "I won't stay here long, I'll go up as soon as I finish this." She said, referring to her Arithmancy homework. "You go up now and have a good sleep."
Ron sighed and finally agreed. "Okay then." He bent down and gave Hermione a good night kiss. "Let's go, Harry." Ron said to Harry, who was on the corner, pretending to read a book so he wouldn't see Ron and Hermione kiss.
"Okay." Harry said.
The two boys trudged silently to the staircase leading to their dormitory.
"I forgot to tell you something, Ron," Harry said. "I was supposed to tell you this earlier but I forgot."
"What is it?" Ron said, yawning.
"You want to join the team, right?"
"Yeah."
"You must sign up if you want to join. You must go to Madam Hooch and inform her; trials start next week." Harry said, also yawning.
"I'll sign up after breakfast then." He said, slumping into his bed.
Hermione was still in the common room, finishing her homeworks.
"Hi, Hermione."
Hermione jumped in surprise then looked to see who greeted her. "Hi, Ginny." She said, seeing a girl wearing a purple bathrobe. "What are you doing here?" She asked, looking back at her homework.
"Nothing," Hermione heard Ginny say. "I just saw you alone and I decided to come and join you down here." Ginny sat on a vacant chair beside Hermione and glanced at the parchment in front of her. "Doing homeworks?" She said.
"Yeah, Ron and Harry finished theirs already."
Ginny winced at the mention of Harry's name.
Hermione noticed this. "How's Harry doing?" She asked, writing down something on her parchment.
"Huh?" Ginny said, not being able to understand what Hermione meant.
"I mean how's Harry behaving upon you?" She rephrased her question.
"Not much of an improvement," said Ginny, sighing. "At least, we're still best friends."
"Best friends?" Hermione said uncertainly. "I think that's not what he treats you, he treats you more than that and you know that. He just needs a little more time to realize what he feels—like Ron." She continued, smiling at her friend.
"So, I'll have to wait?" Ginny said.
"I think so." Hermione said, nodding. "Don't worry, it won't take long unlike mine. I'll help," She added.
"It's all right, Hermione. You don't need to help me," Ginny paused. "I don't want you to force Harry, I can wait even if it takes forever." Ginny said, looking at the floor.
"It won't take forever—and who says I'm going to force him?" Hermione said, "I won't be forcing him, I'll just guide him." Hermione smiled heartily.
"Thanks, Hermione."
"That's just my way of thanking you and Harry for doing Ron and I a great favor." She replied, fixing her things.
"You're finished?"
"Yeah, let's go up now, I'm sleepy." Hermione said, stretching her arms in the air.
"You're a real friend, Hermione." Ginny said, smiling.
"And soon to be your sister-in-law," Hermione joked while yawning.
Both broke into fits of giggles until they reached their rooms.
Harry and Ron had just finished going to Madam Hooch to sign up. Now, Ron was to audition next Wednesday for the position of Keeper.
"I'm really nervous, Harry." Ron said as they headed to the library to meet Hermione.
"Ron you're training is still next Wednesday! You still have a whole week to practice." Harry said, looking at the coat of armor on his side. He thought he saw it move. "And besides, you were the only one who signed for the tryout," said Harry.
"That's what I'm worried of, what if I'm not qualified and no one else signed—no one will take the position of Keeper." Ron said, his voice sounding nervous.
"If no one else signs, I'll chose you immediately—besides you'll qualify, trust me!" Harry said, assuring Ron.
Immediately, Ron saw his girlfriend's fluffy brown head from the bunch of heads in the library. She was sitting on the corner with a book on her hand.
"Got another reading to do?" Harry said, looking down at the book in her hand.
"It's not for me," said Hermione as they went to the librarian to borrow the book. "It's for Ginny."
"My sister?" Ron said.
"Yeah, another Muggle book I saw earlier. Maybe she wants to read this." Hermione said while they walked in the crammed corridors.
Harry and Ron went to their Divination class while Hermione attended her Arithmancy.
Like as usual, Professor Trelawney's room was the same eerie room as the teacher was also weird. She was giving them a quick review of their past lesson last year on tarot cards. Harry and Ron were chosen as volunteers. Professor Trelawney told Harry to pick a card from the deck; lazily, Harry took the card on the top and gave it to her. Professor Trelawney gave a short gasp then closed her eyes. She looked at Harry as if she was going to cry. Her hand was shivering as it held Harry's card, "My dear boy, you're very hapless… you have—"
"The Grim," Ron finished for her. "Harry already knows he'll die, don't worry he already has his funeral services prepared." Ron added drolly. Seamus and Dean snickered at the back. "Can I pick my card now?" He said impatiently.
Professor Trelawney looked quite displeased with what Ron had said but she just kept quiet. She offered the stack of tarot cards to Ron and Ron picked one in the middle.
"I see a girl, a girl close to you…. will be hiding something from you when time comes. Better watch out what's going around you…" Professor Trelawney whispered. The whole class gave sudden murmurs; Ron could hear one specific name—Hermione.
Ron took his seat again beside Harry.
"Don't worry, I bet she only said that because you intruded in her reading about my death." Harry whispered, not minding what Professor Trelawney had said.
"But how did she know about Hermione and me?" He asked, looking troubled.
"Of course, she'll know!" Harry said. "The whole castle knows about the two of you, even Peeves!" Harry laughed.
"All right." Ron sighed. "But don't tell this to Hermione anymore."
Harry nodded. Both Ron and he knew it would be better if Hermione didn't know anymore.
The bell rang afterwards and immediately, Harry and Ron took their bags and raced to the ladder and into their next class. Professor Binns gave them another long list of names like Gregg the Ogre and Hathy the Bat Witch and important dates in 18th Century Revolutions and Wizard Renaissance of the Twenties.
Harry and Ron almost fell asleep only if Hermione didn't keep on elbowing them on the side.
After copying, Professor Binns dismissed then and they headed towards the Great Hall to eat lunch.
"So what did you learn for Divination this time?" Hermione said, mixing her salad.
"Just the same things—tarot cards, Harry, the Grim and his death." Ron said smoothly.
Hermione giggled. "So what did you do, Harry?" She asked.
"Nothing," said Harry. "I'm rather used with her predicting my death." He continued, placing a block of chocolate in his mouth.
"I think I need to go to the library and borrow some books about Quidditch. I need to read so I can prepare for my tryout." Ron said, taking his bag with him.
"Want me to come with you?" Hermione said, standing up to reach for her bag.
"No," Ron said. "I'll not be able to concentrate if you're beside me. Better set off alone." He grinned at Hermione.
"Okay," Hermione said, smiling. "We'll follow you as soon as I finish my salad." She added. She sat back again and continued with her salad.
Ron nodded and walked away, carrying his bag over his shoulder.
"You know, I'm very lucky he's my boyfriend." Hermione said to Harry, watching Ron walk farther.
"And he's very lucky you're his girlfriend." Harry said, smiling at Hermione.
Hermione smiled. "Why don't you find a girl for you, Harry?" She said casually.
Harry looked down at his plate. A girl… Harry thought for a moment. "I can't go for Cho anymore, not after what happened to Cedric," said Harry, frowning.
"I didn't mean Cho," said Hermione sharply. "There are lots of girls here at Hogwarts, find one that suits you and date her or something. Then if you like her, court her." Hermione pursued.
"Yeah, a girl. That will make my life completely happy," said Harry. "Then, if Voldemort comes, he'll kill her and I will be left feeling miserable. I endangered another life of a beloved." Harry gave a hollow laugh. "That would surely be sensible." He added ironically. He had finished his lunch and stood up, heading for the library.
Hermione also stood up and gave Harry a smirk. She and Harry walked together, passing the empty corridors towards the library.
"You're just exaggerating things; you're making your life miserable just because of You-Know-Who!" Hermione said, trying to snap Harry out of his stupid torment.
Harry stopped walking, realizing what Hermione had just said. "You're right," Harry said. "I think I'm just being troubled with Voldemort's resurrection; I never get to enjoy my life any more, all I want to do is wait for my fate to come—dreadfully." Harry frowned. "But last vacation, I got the chance to spend my life without worrying of what would happen to me and you know what? It felt really great; for once I didn't have to worry about Voldemort or what might happen tomorrow. Ron and you helped me, but most of all, Ginny was there to cheer me up and brighten up everything for me." Harry smiled to Hermione.
Now this is getting easy, I didn't even have to mention Ginny, he just mentioned her all by himself! Hermione thought, smiling at Harry.
"You know, Hermione, I think you're right. I must find a girl for myself," Harry said. "And I think I already found her." He said, his eyes concentrated at—Ginny, who was walking with Maya at the corridor, both talking to each other.
Hermione looked at Harry's eyes and immediately saw who he was looking at. Mission completed! She thought, smiling. "I'll go to the library already, Harry. You just follow, okay?" Hermione said, turning around the corner.
Harry nodded. He began walking towards Ginny and Maya.
A/N: Well, well, well... review please.