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Harry had been thinking alot lately – or more thinking than he usually did. In Potions, he never thought. He didn't think much in History of Magic either. But anyways, to get to the point, and the point was that Harry wanted Hermione. But she was with Ron. It sounded pretty much complicated, but what was more complicated, Malfoy wanted Hermione too, and Harry had bet his Firebolt on this... He would not lose this bet. He loved Hermione dearly, but he could never love anyone (or anything) more than he loved his Firebolt. Besides, Hermione thought his Firebolt was hexed, so he trusted his Firebolt more than her too.

But. He still was very much in love with her. And he still wanted her. And it is here the not-thinking-very-much-in-History-of-Magic comes in. He had no idea on what to write for his new essay, because he hadn't paid attention when Professor Binns read about it with his sandpaper-voice in front of the class. And if anyone had a large enough hobby to listen to something as boring as that, it was Hermione. She hadn't even looked at Ron during the class (Harry had of course noticed that), just stared at Professor Binns and took notes without even look at the parchment. Harry thought that her handwriting was pretty bad since she hadn't looked at the parchment, but it was as perfect as usual. He found out this because he was looking through her stuff. Actually he was looking for personal things, because Hermione's birthday had just been recently, and Harry wanted to get her something. And when he was snooping through her stuff, it couldn't hurt to look at her History of Magic notes as well?

"What are you doing here?" he suddenly heard a voice say. Harry turned around quickly. Oh, it was Parvati.

"I'm going through Hermione's stuff," Harry replied while he busily copied down her notes.

"Okay then," Parvati said, and then she found a piece of parchment and started copying down her notes as well. Parvati had obviously not paid attention to History of Magic either.

Then Harry got a crazy idea. "You wanna fall in love with Ron for me?" he said. Parvati stared at him as if he was out of his mind. Then she shook her head and said;

"I'm sorry Harry... I'm doing that for Dean Thomas... but my sister Padma might – you know, in Ravenclaw. I'll ask her if you like."

"Great!" Harry said, hoping that Padma Patil's nose was still on its right place. Parvati smiled at him, then Harry realised he was in the Girl's dorms and it was actually impossible for him to be there... then he got to think of that he was The Boy Who Lived and everything was possible for him. Even getting Hermione.

"Right, I'm off. Thanks Parvati. Let me know about Padma, will you?" he said as he headed out of the Girls' Dorms.

"Alrighty then," Parvati said and waved at him.

As Harry walked out of the Gryffindor common room, he was in a very good mood. He hummed on a song by a muggle group called the Beatles as he walked towards... somewhere. He wasn't sure where he was going, but he was probably going to find Draco.

         "She loves you yeah, yeah, yeah," sang Harry cheerfully.

         "Just what I was hoping." Harry felt someone placing a hand on his shoulder. It was Draco of course. He looked very pleased, a smile was dancing on his face.

         "It's a muggle song Draco," Harry said through gritted teeth. "Hermione likes them."

         "Oh really?" Draco said, showing great interest.

         Damn it! Harry thought. He needed an idea... a good idea. Then he of course got the greatest idea. "Yeah. She's called Britney Spears. Hermione wants to be just like her; she's her role model," he said, sounding extremely convincing.

         "Really?" Draco said again. "Well thanks Harry; you're a really good friend. Thanks for telling me all this." He clapped Harry on his shoulder and ran off.

         "Hey," Harry called after him; "that's what I do!"

Author's note: a little short chappy... hope you don't mind! Please review!