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An Interesting Realisation

For the next few days we carried on ignoring each other, but this was pretty difficult, as Harry insisted on making horrifically pathetic forced conversation between the both of us. I helped him with his homework, as usual, but he seemed cold toward me. Had Harry told Ron of our conversation? I certainly hoped not.

'Heard from Vicky lately?' he said, spitefully.

'Well, no. We.. err. we broke up.'

His eyes sparkled, and he snorted.

'You BROKE up?' he mocked. 'And I thought you'd have been able to tell that you weren't MEANT for each other,' he laughed. 'What, did he get bored of you?'

'How can you be so horrible? You're supposed to be my friend!'

Obviously, if I was in love with him, the feeling was not mutual.

'For your information, I broke up with HIM. What did you have against him, anyway? He was a nice lad, and you never even gave him the time of day! Harry was always nice to him, and you just... blanked him out.'

'What did you expect? He was a total prat.'

'Like you can talk!' I screamed, and I stormed off to my dorm, tears streaming down my face.

I sat next to the window, and looked over to the beautiful views, but still, the tears escaped my eyes. The weather seemed to be mourning my friend along with me; rain poured from the murky skies. There was a knock on the door, and I hurriedly wiped my face on my sleeve and let in my guest.

'Harry! Boys aren't allowed in....'

'Like I care. Everyone else is in the Common Room. Anyway, I want to talk to you. I heard about you and Ron,' he said, inviting himself into my room. He pushed Crookshanks off my bed and sat down.

'I hate him, I really do. He's just so immature!' I said.

'There's a thin line between love and hate, 'Mione.'

'Harry.' I said warningly.

'It's true Hermione,'

And perhaps it was.

'But he REALLY does seem to hate me,' I said, tears cascading down my cheeks once more.

'He doesn't hate you Hermione.'

'Then, WHY? Why does he always insist on offending me- about my intellect and then Krum? Why? I thought he was my friend! I just don't understand him. More to the point, I don't understand me- I mean, I thought about what you said, and I s'pose you were right. I ... do have feelings for him. I mean, I totally hate him, and yet..I..' I trailed off, realising how stupid I sounded.

'The word jealousy springs to mind,' this left me looking totally blank. What did he mean? 'Look. D'you remember, last year, when Ron and I had that huge argument? Well, he's not just jealous of me 'Mione,'

'I.I don't understand.' I stammered

'Come on, Hermione, I thought you were clever!'

'Well, what do you mean, exactly?' I asked.

'He's jealous of Krum. That was why he hated him so much,'

'Why? Because of Quidditch? I mean, I thought he used to.. '

'No, Hermione,' he cut in, 'Krum had something he wanted.'

'What?' I was feeling sillier by the minute.

'Oh, for goodness' sake, 'Mione! He wanted YOU!'

'What? I don't believe you.'

'Oh, Hermione! You really are blind sometimes, you know that? Surely you only went out with Krum because you wanted to make Ron jealous, if not on purpose, sub-consciously, and YOU like HIM too, so why not just ask him out.'

'I am NOT asking him out,' I said sternly. 'I mean:

Number 1, HE HATES ME!!

Number 2, I DON'T LIKE HIM!!'

'Funny, you just said you did.' I collapsed on to my bed.

'Remind me to never lie to you again,' I said.

'And you KNOW he likes you..'Harry said.

'I don't care. I hate him at the moment. And if he really does like me, why has he never told me before?'

'He's never told you anything 'cause he's scared. He's scared that you don't like him. You know him, I mean, I know he's my best friend and everything, but he really is dense. Just because I can tell you like him doesn't mean HE can!' He said, and left with a slight smirk on his face.