My first fic ever, tell me if you like it. It's incomplete but I might
finish it. or write new stuff, but tell me if u like this stuff! Luv Ange.
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bCHAPTER 1pDISCLAIMER: They are so not mine. All hail J.K. and her masterpiece, and may we all do justice to her characters :P/bp***pDear Diary,pBefore I write anything, I have to specify something to you. iI, HARRY POTTER, AM NOT IN LOVE WITH HERMIONE GRANGER./i She and I are friends. Just friends. Like Ron, I mean, if I hang around with Ron (as I do, of course) people will not assume that I'm gay. So why is it different with her?pSure, Hermione's changed physically in the past year or so. Her hair's gotten a bit less bushy, her teeth are nice and straight, and she's started to icurve/i a little here and there. But she's still Hermione, my best friend, and ionly/i my best friend.pAnd now people are starting to whisper about us, since that evil woman of a reporter, Rita Skeeter, conveniently put that little article in Witch Weekly about the two of us. You'd think it would have worn off by now, mid-summer holidays, but it hasn't. I don't know how hard it is on her. She puts on such a brave face it's incredible. But I'm starting to get annoyed at the way people ASSUME we're together. We're not. We're just friends.pWe're going to the Burrow for the last week of the holidays, so the three of us can be together a bit before the trip back to school. It will be interesting to see how the two of them get along. Neither will admit it, but I know Ron likes Hermione, and she might like him back. As happy as I would be for them, for some reason I get this sick feeling in my stomach at the thought of them together. I'm not sure why. I think it's because I'd be a third wheel. Three's a crowd, right?pRight now I'm thinking about the kiss on the cheek Hermione gave me at the end of last year. I know it meant nothing. I'm a 15-as-of-2-weeks-ago guy. That's why I keep thinking of that kiss. It's just what guys do!pAnd even if I iwas/i in love with her, which I am most certainly NOT, she would never go for me. My hair stands up all over the place, I have dorky glasses, and a knack for putting my two best friends in mortal peril on a regular basis. We'd never work out. pBut that doesn't matter, because we're just friends. All we'll ever be is friends, and I LIKE it that way.pJust friends.pLove,pHarry.p***pHarry sighed and chucked his diary back into the space under the loose floorboard in his room at Number 4 Privet Drive. He had spent the last 4 or 5 weeks thinking about Hogwarts, Voldemort's imminent return to power, and, in particular, Hermione. He knew he had so many other things to worry about, but Hermione was on his mind most of all, much more than Ron, his other best friend. And it was tearing him up.pHarry had never really had any romantic interest in a girl, other than Cho Chang. But since Cedric was killed in his fourth year at Hogwarts, she had become off-limits to him. He knew Cho was hurting and grieving because she had been close to Cedric, and that the memory of him would be too painful to either of them if they ever started seeing each other. It would never happen.p Much as the realisation had hurt Harry, once it sunk in that they could never be together, he had stopped going all dazed at the mention of her. His butterflies had died down, and he was sure he could have a conversation with her without stuttering, going bright red, or looking like a fool. He wasn't interested in her anymore.pAnd as he thought he was done with girls for awhile, Hermione had given him a little kiss on the cheek, and it had sent the butterflies reeling again. But Harry knew, he told himself constantly, it wasn't a crush. It was just because he was a boy, and she was a girl. It was natural. They were just friends.pBut the thought still tormented him while he lay in bed for hours every night. Why had she done it? Why had she kissed him then, when she hadn't before? iIt was just a kiss, as friends do,/i he scolded himself. But he still didn't sleep any better.pHarry decided he had thought enough for one day, so he pulled on his green pyjamas, tipped a glass of water into the container for Hedwig, in case she came back during the night (She was delivering a letter to Sirius), pushed the window open and crawled into bed. Surprisingly, he was soon fast asleep.pppA/N:That was the first chapter of my first fanfic, I know nothing happened, but you can bet it will soon! I had to introduce some stuff, so please be nice and review. Once I hit about 10 reviews, I think I'll post the next chapter. Or else, it'll pop up in the next day or two. But review anyway! ~Ange.p
bCHAPTER 1pDISCLAIMER: They are so not mine. All hail J.K. and her masterpiece, and may we all do justice to her characters :P/bp***pDear Diary,pBefore I write anything, I have to specify something to you. iI, HARRY POTTER, AM NOT IN LOVE WITH HERMIONE GRANGER./i She and I are friends. Just friends. Like Ron, I mean, if I hang around with Ron (as I do, of course) people will not assume that I'm gay. So why is it different with her?pSure, Hermione's changed physically in the past year or so. Her hair's gotten a bit less bushy, her teeth are nice and straight, and she's started to icurve/i a little here and there. But she's still Hermione, my best friend, and ionly/i my best friend.pAnd now people are starting to whisper about us, since that evil woman of a reporter, Rita Skeeter, conveniently put that little article in Witch Weekly about the two of us. You'd think it would have worn off by now, mid-summer holidays, but it hasn't. I don't know how hard it is on her. She puts on such a brave face it's incredible. But I'm starting to get annoyed at the way people ASSUME we're together. We're not. We're just friends.pWe're going to the Burrow for the last week of the holidays, so the three of us can be together a bit before the trip back to school. It will be interesting to see how the two of them get along. Neither will admit it, but I know Ron likes Hermione, and she might like him back. As happy as I would be for them, for some reason I get this sick feeling in my stomach at the thought of them together. I'm not sure why. I think it's because I'd be a third wheel. Three's a crowd, right?pRight now I'm thinking about the kiss on the cheek Hermione gave me at the end of last year. I know it meant nothing. I'm a 15-as-of-2-weeks-ago guy. That's why I keep thinking of that kiss. It's just what guys do!pAnd even if I iwas/i in love with her, which I am most certainly NOT, she would never go for me. My hair stands up all over the place, I have dorky glasses, and a knack for putting my two best friends in mortal peril on a regular basis. We'd never work out. pBut that doesn't matter, because we're just friends. All we'll ever be is friends, and I LIKE it that way.pJust friends.pLove,pHarry.p***pHarry sighed and chucked his diary back into the space under the loose floorboard in his room at Number 4 Privet Drive. He had spent the last 4 or 5 weeks thinking about Hogwarts, Voldemort's imminent return to power, and, in particular, Hermione. He knew he had so many other things to worry about, but Hermione was on his mind most of all, much more than Ron, his other best friend. And it was tearing him up.pHarry had never really had any romantic interest in a girl, other than Cho Chang. But since Cedric was killed in his fourth year at Hogwarts, she had become off-limits to him. He knew Cho was hurting and grieving because she had been close to Cedric, and that the memory of him would be too painful to either of them if they ever started seeing each other. It would never happen.p Much as the realisation had hurt Harry, once it sunk in that they could never be together, he had stopped going all dazed at the mention of her. His butterflies had died down, and he was sure he could have a conversation with her without stuttering, going bright red, or looking like a fool. He wasn't interested in her anymore.pAnd as he thought he was done with girls for awhile, Hermione had given him a little kiss on the cheek, and it had sent the butterflies reeling again. But Harry knew, he told himself constantly, it wasn't a crush. It was just because he was a boy, and she was a girl. It was natural. They were just friends.pBut the thought still tormented him while he lay in bed for hours every night. Why had she done it? Why had she kissed him then, when she hadn't before? iIt was just a kiss, as friends do,/i he scolded himself. But he still didn't sleep any better.pHarry decided he had thought enough for one day, so he pulled on his green pyjamas, tipped a glass of water into the container for Hedwig, in case she came back during the night (She was delivering a letter to Sirius), pushed the window open and crawled into bed. Surprisingly, he was soon fast asleep.pppA/N:That was the first chapter of my first fanfic, I know nothing happened, but you can bet it will soon! I had to introduce some stuff, so please be nice and review. Once I hit about 10 reviews, I think I'll post the next chapter. Or else, it'll pop up in the next day or two. But review anyway! ~Ange.p