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It was early on a Saturday morning when Harry awoke from yet another one of

his confusing dreams.

Harry has the same exact dream almost every night, when he wasn't dreaming

about being with Voldemort in the graveyard. There is nothing definite

about it, he just sees the three girls that have been in his mind for over a

month now, Hermione Granger in the three broomsticks clutching a butterbeer

and laughing at one of the jokes he just told, Ginny Weasley catching his

eye and smiling just before turning her stare to the floor, and throwing

Katie Bell the Quaffle just before watching her throw it through the center

hoop, and coming back to give Harry a high five with a smile on her face,

showing her beauty.

Yes, it was true; Harry Potter somehow fell in love with three girls at

once. He had envisioned being married to all of them and *ahem* having kids.

Harry looked to see that he had an early quidditch practice that morning

and

he was excited to see Katie. Katie was a talented, beautiful, and down to

earth girl and quidditch brought out the best in her. He got up, changed out

of his night clothes, and made his was down to the common room. Sitting on

the couch facing the fire was a girl with beautiful red hair. Harry made

sure he didn't look like an idiot before he walked down the stairs.

Just as Harry walked by the couch Ginny looked up, "Where are you off to

Harry?"

"First quidditch practice of the season is today, sorry I can't be late so I

got to go! Harry sadly replied, as he absentmindedly walked out of the

common room, when he arrived onto the quidditch pitch where the rest of the

team had already gotten there. "Harry," yelled Angelina, "where's you're

broom stick." "What... OH must have forgotten it I'll go back and get it"

and with that Harry turned around and headed back towards the castle.

"Honestly," yelled Angelina,

"there's only one thing you need to play quidditch and he forgot it."

"Sorry", called Harry, "had other things on my mind," he said to himself

once she was out of hearing range.

How am I going to pick one of these girls for the dance in a couple of

weeks! Harry thought to himself. They were having a ball to celebrate

whoever won the quidditch cup like they did every year. Even though it was

more for the house that won, everyone always went for an excuse to party and

to bring dates.

Harry remembered he must have left his broomstick back in his dormitory. How

did that happen? He hoped Katie wouldn't be too angry with him. Harry

quickened his pace, he didn't. When he reached the fat lady he started to

say the password, but the portrait started to swing open. Ginny walked out,

"oh, hi" she said nervously. "Forgot my broomstick" said Harry but even as

he was saying it he realized how stupid it sounded, but to his relief Ginny

didn't laugh. "I'm just heading down to the library to finish an essay for

Madam Pomfrey" said Ginny. Harry smiled at her then turned to walk into the

common room.

The common room was mostly deserted, but he saw Ron and Hermione sitting in

the corner. He walked over to them, Hermione was writing a very long letter,

and Ron was doing his potion essay. "Why aren't you at practice?" Ron asked.

"Forgot my broom" said Harry. Ron snickered and returned to his essay. Harry

looked over at Hermione, "Who are you writing the letter to? Hermione looked

slightly annoyed "Viktor" she said shortly. Harry thought he should have

known, and he couldn't help wondering for the millionth time what she saw in

him. Harry looked at Ron; he was frowning and shaking his head. "He's very

nice you know" Hermione continued, apparently able to tell what Harry and

Ron were thinking. "Hermione" said Ron suddenly "what's the main ingredient

in a shrinking solution?" Harry couldn't tell weather Ron was trying to

change the subject or not. Hermione looked disdainful "Veela hair, and you

should know that Snape has mentioned it at least three times in class!"

"You expect me to remember everything Snape says in class" Rom retorted.

Harry knew this could go on for a while "See you later, quidditch practice

you know" and with that he left them to their arguing and headed down to the

quidditch pitch.

Practice was awesome for Harry. He did a horrible job catching the snitch

because his eyes kept wandering to other places; he only became more focused

when he almost ran into George. He did great after that, determined to

impress Katie. After an hour, Harry heard Angelina's whistle blow, ending

practice. The team had just mastered the newest play of Angelina's that

would work perfectly against Slytherin in the match. Harry desperately

wanted Katie to start some sort of conversation with him. Just as he thought

this his silent prayer was answered.

"Harry wait up!"

Harry turned around and ran back to her. She plunged into a conversation

while Harry stood rooted at the spot.

"You did a really good job! I hope we win the cup this year too, since it's

our last together. And I doubt that Malfoy brat got any better, we might

stand a chance!"

Harry couldn't help smiling now. "I know. Have you finished the potions

assignment yet?" Harry asked, trying to keep this conversation going on

forever.

"I tried" she explained "but I was too busy trying to stay awake with

Snape's

stupid voice droning on, and on, and on, you know? How am I supposed to

write 7 inches on that?" Harry couldn't help but laugh.

"Yea me too. I get Hermione's notes to copy off of though; I don't know how

she does it." It was only after Harry said this that he felt really stupid.

Why

am I talking about Hermione at a time like this! Get a grip Harry! He

thought. Here you are talking to a beautiful woman and how do you get her

attention? Hermione. Smooth, real smooth! He could tell by the look on

Katie's face that this wonderful moment was over.

"Oh. Well I'll talk to you later!! See you." And she turned away and started

to talk Angelina. Harry trudged back to the castle, feeling like a complete

idiot. He could have sworn the giant squid in the lake waved to him with a

single tentacle on his way by.

Harry reached the entrance hall and started heading toward the great hall

for dinner. "All right scarhead?" said a voice to his right. Harry was not

in the mood to talk to Draco, but he turned around anyway. Draco, Crabbe,

and Goyle were coming out of a class room. "Scared about the upcoming match

Sunday potter?" sneered Malfoy "I don't blame you with a team like that why

even bother showing up?" Crabbe and Goyle laughed indulgently. Harry put his

hand in his pocked, clutching his wand. "Weren't so confident last match

were you, how much did you lose to Hufflepuff by?" sniggered Harry "Don't

you dare insult me potter" said Draco dangerously as he pulled out his wand.

Harry pulled out his wand out to.

"All right Potter do it if you have the guts" said Malfoy maliciously as he

carelessly started twirling his wand in between his fingertips. Today had

not been great and this put Harry over the edge. He raised his wand and

pointed it at Draco's face but before he could curse him he was startled by

a loud blast coming from the entrance hall. A jet of red light hit Draco on

the side of the head and he collapsed unconscious. Crabbe looked down at

Draco momentarily stunned by what had happened. Then another jet of light

came from the entrance hall and hit him full in the face too. Green fungus

started to erupt out of both Crabbe and Draco's faces as they lay on the

floor. Goyle ducked back into the class room just in time as a third jet of

light hit the wall where his head had been seconds before.

Katie bell walked into view holding her wand in front of her with a broad

grin spread across her face. Professor McGonagall came out of the great

hall. "What happened here?" she demanded. Katie smiled innocently at

McGonagall, "They are great bullying gits! I was doing Hogwarts a favor. Two

out of three not bad!"

"Nothing gives a student the right to attack another student!" said

McGonagall dangerously "detention! Follow me". Katie smiled at Harry and

turned around to leave with McGonagall. Harry, smiling too, stepped over the

unconscious body of Draco and went into the great hall. He could have sworn

he had heard McGonagall say, "No, it isn't bad"

Harry looked around and spotted Ron sitting at the Gryffindor table, eating

a piece of toast with no butter on it, and looking absentmindedly forward at

the wall.

"Hey" Harry took the seat next to Ron and started to butter a piece of

toast. Ron didn't take any notice. "You look distracted Ron." Harry waited

for Ron to respond. "Hello?" Harry waved his hand in front of Ron's face,

and he finally realized that Harry was there.

"Oh hi Harry" he said

"What's going on?" Harry asked

Harry looked at Ron. He looked as though he wanted to throw up. He was very

pale and not like himself. His best friend would've noticed he got there

right?

"Nothing. Just thinking about that history assignment." He paused for a

second "I better go do it"

Ron stood up abruptly and walked out of the great hall.

"But Ron!" Harry watched as he left the hall. He took a bite out of his

buttered piece of toast wondering what could've had him so distracted. Harry

was starving and decided to go after Ron right after he had finished eating.

Harry got up and started his search for Ron after he could only finish that

piece of toast. Why wouldn't Ron just tell me what's wrong instead of

running away and making me go find him? I was actually hungry for once too.

Harry figured Ron would try to validate his story by going to the library,

so Harry headed for there first. But Ron was nowhere to be found. Harry was

just about ready to go back to Gryffindor tower when in the far corner he

noticed a girl was sitting and reading a red leather-bound book. Hermione

looked up, and seeing Harry, quickly hid the book. Harry distinctively saw

the words magical ways, enchant, and crush in gold letterings on the cover.

He decided to go over and talk to her, and the closer Harry got, the closer

the shade of Hermione's cheeks got to the color of the book she had been so

keen to hide from him. He sat down next to her in silence for a second.

"Hi" Hermione said awkwardly

"er- Hermione? What would you need that book for?" Harry inquired hopefully

"You already have a boyfriend whom I thought you liked a lot." Harry looked

around the library and noticed for the first time that they were alone in

the corner, and he was hoping this was going somewhere good.

"oh no reason. I've finished all the homework and I was looking for a book

to read. An you are correct, I like Viktor very much." Harry felt somewhat

disappointed. He decided to change the subject.

"Has Ron been acting weird around you lately? I was looking for him because

he won't talk to me about it."

"I know! He's spacing out more and breaking things. Sometimes it seems like

his voice has permanently stopped working." She pointed out

"Any ideas on what it is? He doesn't want to talk about it, whatever it is."

Harry liked talking to Hermione in the seclusion of the library.

"It may seem really out there, but my guess is that Ron likes a girl, and he

won't tell me because I'm a girl and I guess that would be to weird for him,

and he won't tell you because he feels you won't approve of the girl." She

sounded like she had thought this through

It made sense. Ron was thinking about that girl in the great hall. Harry, of

all people knew what a daydreams about girls were like, he had them times

three. Ron was the only person who knew about all of Harry's crushes. Ron

wasn't exactly happy about the way Harry thought of his sister, but Harry

had told him he had to deal with it. He did pretty well with it in Harry's

opinion. He hadn't told anyone else because he felt it would be too awkward.

Harry checked his watch to see that it was 4:00 in the afternoon and he has

a history and potions assignments to finish. Harry decided to do his

homework in the library sitting next to Hermione.

"Hey Hermione, I'm going to go get some books and start on potions. I'll be

right back. You can go back to reading your book." Hermione started to blush

again and pulled the book back out from her rucksack. Harry finally saw that

the title was 100 magical ways to enchant the love of your life, with

subtitles such as get your crush to like you, and love potions here!

Harry finished his homework that afternoon with Hermione. All in all, it had

been a good day.