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Chapter 3 - Harry's secret

Hermione sat lazily in potions class, staring out the window and rarely scratching down

notes. Professor Snape had asked her a few simple questions, determined to prove she

was not paying attention, and to take more points away from Gryffindor. She was able to

answer, but stilled stared dreamily out the window. She thought of Most Potente Potions

and the spell she was going to cast after dinner. She looked over at Harry who seemed

occupied with a book of some sort. He flipped through the pages vigorously, almost

tearing the fragile parchment, until he came to the page he was looking for. He read it

intensely, smiling once he had finished. Hermione leaned over to see the title of the book

but Ron's head was in the way. She leaned a little further, and then suddenly fell to the

ground making a huge crashing noise, sprawled across the floor, then looking up red

faced. The entire classroom was filled with hard laughter, most of the students doubled-

over gasping for breath. Hermione quickly stood up and smiled weakly at everyone. She

looked to the back of the room where most of the slytherins were seated, and they were

pounding the desks with their fists. Hermione disregarded it, then wondered if Harry was

equally amused. She turned around and Harry was staring right back at her. He wasn't

laughing, nor did he show any remnants of it. His face was unreadable, but the cocked

eyebrow suggested concern. She looked away quickly, tearing her eyes away from his

beautiful penetrating stare. She sat back down and was frightened nearly half to death by

Professor Snape who was hovering menacingly by the front of Hermione's desk.

" Miss. Granger! Do you find this sort of behavior amusing?" " No Professor, it was a complete accident, I'm sorry."

" As you should be! You completely disturbed the class, for that, 10 points from

Gryffindor." Snape growled and walked back to his desk. Hermione took a deep breath

and turned around to see if Harry was still watching her. He wasn't. He was now writing

something down. Hermione was relieved, but also disappointed; she hoped he was

watching her.

Potions class finally ended, and Hermione gathered her books and walked quickly

back to Gryffindor Tower, to grab Most Potente Potions and a spare cauldron. On her

way to Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, she saw Harry and Ron talking in a corner and tried

to listen in on their conversation.

" What do you think she will say? Maybe it's not what I thought, maybe she

thinks of me entirely different." Harry said sadly.

" Or maybe it is what you think. Harry, look at it this way, what do you have to

lose?" Hermione thought to herself,

" Are they talking about me?" She was momentarily excited until she realized that

it must be too good to be true. She sighed heavily and walked into the girl's

bathroom. Moaning Myrtle was nowhere to be seen, so Hermione set up her

cauldron in the last stall. Hermione then propped open the book against the wall.

She carefully read the ingredients and then the directions.

" Shit!" Hermione yelled. The directions had stated that the potion had to

be brewed on a Friday night during the crescent moon. Hermione thought about it

for a second and realized that the crescent moon, on Friday night would not occur

for another couple weeks. She sighed heavily and ran back to Gryffindor tower.

Harry and Ron were sitting at a nearby table playing wizard's chess, and by the

look on Harry's face, Hermione knew he was losing. She made her way over to

their table and flopped down next to Harry.

" Hey Hermione, where have you been?" Harry inquired.

" Hmm? Oh, just. talking to Moaning Myrtle."

" What? Why were you talking to that crackpot Hermione?"

" Ron! She's not a crackpot! She's just lonely." Hermione

defended Myrtle.

" Ha! Got your knight Harry!" Ron exclaimed. Harry pouted

adorably and Hermione couldn't help but sigh out loud.

" What?" Harry asked.

" Oh Harry! I mean.its just that you always lose!" Hermione lied quickly. "

Let's go down to dinner." Harry was happy to abandon wizards chess and bounded out of

his chair. They headed down to the Great Hall, but were stopped by a large amount of

students crowding around the front bulletin board.

" Visit to Hogsmeade, this coming Saturday, everyone above third year is

welcome to go."

" Oh good! I need some more quills, mine are running out." Hermione squealed.

She turned around to leave but Ron yelled out,

" Hold on Hermione! There's another bulletin here. " Those who wish to improve

their flying skills may go to the Quidditch Pitch this Friday evening. Madam Hooch will

be there to supervise."

" Oh good! I really need to work on my skills, it's good to know the basics in

flying." Hermione said. Harry thought to himself,

" Hermione is excited about new quills and better flying skills. Maybe she really

is okay. And now maybe I can ask her what I've been wanting to, for a while now."

Author's note: Wow! That was the shortest chapter ever! But ive finished chapter 3! Now, that hopefully ive got you guys interested, im not posting nothing until I get some reviews! Ha Ha Ha! *She Grins Evilly* Okay, and im really tired, and im yawning dramtically, I was at school until 11:00 tonight! What is up with that? Okay..time for bed!! SNOOZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!