Author: Aphrodite

Story: Feelings

Disclaimer: I own none of the Harry Potter characters. I do however, own this story line and plot. Please do not sue me nice people at the Harry Potter Company for borrowing your characters for a little bit. Maybe a little longer for Draco.

Chapter Two

Myrtle

Hermione hurried quickly to the great hall, already late for supper. Rushing in, she didn't even notice Malfoy already carrying his supper and walking out. She slammed into him with full force causing them both to fall from the contact. Hermione stared with her mouth gaping. "Oh my God, Malfoy I am so sorry I, I, I didn't mean to slam into you like that. Wasn't watching where I was going. Oh, I'm terribly sorry." Hermione stammered too fast clutching her soiled clothes. "Filthy little Mudblood. Guess you have made that know with your clothes. Why are you even apologizing to me? In case I missed something, can you make it clear? You do hate me right?" Hermione starred up at him with tearful eyes. What had she expected Malfoy to say; "Oh all right there? Sorry about that it was my fault completely."

"Of course, Malfoy, of course I hate you."

"Good, the feeling is shared. Bloody hell my robes are ruined."

With that last statement, Hermione got up and ran. She did not know where she was going but she had to get there and fast. Pictures and windows blurred past her as her tears fell to the floor. Hermione thought she heard footsteps behind her but she could not be bothered with that now. How much more of a complete twit could she have been?

I am a complete and total klutz. I stumble over words and my feet. Of course, it just had to be Malfoy behind that door too. That sure made matters ten times better.

Crying to herself Hermione tore at her hair, to upset to even notice the pain she was inflecting upon herself.

"How utterly stupid could I have been. This is horrible just horrible. He probably right thinks I am completely mad and hates me more than ever. Honestly, why do horrible things always happen to me?"

"They don't, well at least not horrible things, embarrassing maybe, but not horrible."

Hermione looked up at the familiar depressing voice.

"Myrtle? Is that you?"

"Yes, it's me Moaning Myrtle, go ahead say it, I know they all do. Nevertheless, that is beside the matter now. What's all this crying about? I have an excuse, however you don't. What's your horrible trouble?"

Hermione had never realized it before but Myrtle was a real person. Sure, she was a ghost but she still was alive spiritually and must have longings for friends.

"Oh, I didn't mean that before, about the horrible things. Well, I suppose I did, but I wouldn't have said it if I had known you were here."

"It's alright; everyone thinks there problems are so big, I just wish I even had problems anymore."

Hermione looked down at her feet. Here was someone she could talk to and not worry about her judging her because she would probably be just as happy to have someone to talk to.

"Umm yes well, Myrtle? You know how you asked about my problems? I don't suppose you wouldn't mind me telling you? I mean, from where I'm standing right now it seems that you're really the only person I can tell."

"Of course Hermione, but I tell you, if you've said it aloud I've probably heard it before. Nice thing about being a ghost, no one really notices you so you hear a lot of things."

"No, this is something I've never ever said aloud before."

Quickly Hermione got up and put a locking spell on the doors. Even though no one ever really went into the third floor bathroom because of Myrtle, Hermione wanted to make sure. Once she was completely satisfied, she sat back down and gave one final look to Myrtle.

"Well, here it goes."

Hermione poured her heart out to this shadow of a girl. Telling her everything, her overwhelming desire for Malfoy, how she couldn't tell anyone else. Staring from afar, having it get in the way of school. Everything came pouring out into this small tourniquet. Finally, when she was finished Myrtle spoke her feelings.

"That's that blonde bloke right? My, he is quite handsome isn't he? That grin, oh that gives me the willies. Of course not as much as Harry's…"

"Myrtle! I would greatly appreciate it if you would stay on task please, honestly."

"Sorry, it's just well, never mind anyway. I see what you mean. I've seen you two and you aren't exactly the best of friends, not like you and Harry now that would be a smart match…"

Hermione gave her a stern look.

"Sorry! Just an opinion, that's all. Here's another and please no looks, after all I am trying to give you advice. If you want this Malfoy bloke, go after him, don't be a prat! Since well, you know, you only live once, I'm a dead example of that."

Hermione looked down. Easy for her to say.

"Myrtle, I can't didn't you hear that whole enemies, ruin friendships part?"

"Yah, I did. But I just thought if you weren't friends with Harry anymore there would be room for me to slip in casually you know, and win him over."

Hermione got up and gave Myrtle a sneer.

"You know Myrtle you really are no help at all."