Chapter 10

Harry didn't know what to do. His friends, well, they were right. He did like this girl.

More than life itself. He would have rather be killed at the hands of Lord Voldemort

himself than see her step in a puddle of mud. But yet, why did he feel this hatred towards

her. The disbelief to believe in his true love? He couldn't understand this fact. At first, he

thought it could be hormones, but then he remembered something in History of Magic

about only Muggles having hormones. That a pureblood witch or wizard was exempt

from the torturous effects of them. But then, how? Why? What was the feeling he got

every time someone questioned him about her? That feeling to keep his relationship

secret from everyone he knew? There was too many questions and fewer answers.