None of the Harry Potter characters belong to me
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Chapter 2: I can't be...can I?
"Harry! Why on earth are you here?!...I mean, whoa! What a surprise!...I was just thinking of you, and pop! There you are! Heh-heh" Hermione covers up her not-so-nice welcome (she was shocked that he was there, right in her room!) with a joke (which is true) and a laugh-it-off.
"Haha Hermione, very funny. You forgot? We're meant to go on prefect duty together. Unless you haven't read the new schedule. Professor MacGonagall made a tiny switch, from me going on prefect duty with Parvarti to me going with you!...Which is way better, mind you, Parvarti is sooo downright boring!" Harry finished off with that cute little smile. His eyes were gleaming with delight. Doesn't he just love teasing Hermione, making her seem like his favorite girl in this school. Which is, as a matter of fact, quite true. Harry has been doing some thinking of his own back in his prefect room before he popped into Hermione's room a few minutes ago...
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Harry stepped into his luxurious prefect room, threw his cloak onto the bed, and carefully placed his broomstick back into its case. He took off his other clothes (which was now stained with sweat from Quidditch practice), turned on the taps, poured in some bath foam and stepped into the bath.
Whoa! That was a wonderful quidditch practice! It was simply amazing...First, Hermione came in to watch us practice, and straight after her arrival, I saw the snitch! Whoa...she's like my lucky charm thingy!
Come to think of it, Hermione has been so...how do I say, so helpful to me lately. Ever since I broke up with Lavender, and fell so hard. She was the one who pulled me up, gave me moral support, explained to me how foolish it is for me to be so weak for a girl that was not worth it. Which is, think about it, quite true. Lavender never loved me, she was just using me, while I was giving her all I had. We fought all the time, over teensy matters, and when I was with her, I don't even feel like myself...it took me quite some time to "wake up" and start anew. But Hermione is right, oh god,so right...I don't know what I would do without Hermione.
She's like this angel leading me, guiding me along...but sadly enough, I guess she's my sister...just my sister...Harry Potter! What are you thinking?! Of course she's just your sister, how can you think of it otherwise? Don't tell me you were thinking of... ...going out with her? Even if you did care for her more than a sister, what makes you so sure she sees you THAT way. Foolish! Potter! She sees you as a brother only!
Harry hit his hand hard on the water in frustration at himself as he broke himself off his trail of thoughts. He reached for his towel, stepped out of the bath, wiped himself dry, and put on fresh clothing. When he's fully clothed and everything, Harry stepped in front of the mirror and muttered to himself.
"Hair, check. Face, check. Clothes, check. Clean hands/nails, check. Hmm...what am I missing?...Oh!" With that, Harry reached into the bottom drawer below the sink and looked around for his favorite cologne. He sprayed it all over his clothing, but not too much that it's nauseating...Ahh...I think this cologne smells just right, not to strong, not to play boyish, just...fresh. When he's all done, Harry picked up his wand, looked at the clock...hmm...it's still quite early...blah! Well too bad, I'll just be talking to her awhile before we leave for duty then! Harry grinned at himself as thoughts ran through his head. He has made up his mind, as long as he feels it's right, he'll go for it!
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Hermione gave a nervous giggle when she heard what Harry has said about her being way better than Parvarti. Hermione! Duh you're way better than Parvarti! You're one of his best friends! Stop thinking about it that way! Hermione snapped back out of her thoughts and prepared to get ready for prefect duty. She bustled around the room looking for her wand where she must have misplaced somewhere...
"Hey Herms!...Can I call you that? Anyway, your wand is here! Sorry...I was just admiring it just now...haha, sorry! Nothing else to do!" Harry called out from the bed, holding up Hermione's perfectly polished wand (no wonder he was admiring it).
"Anyway Harry, I haven't got the new schedule...so, where are we heading tonight for duty...Oh god, I sure hope it's not the Forbidden Forest..." Hermione shuddered at the thought of it. The last time she went on prefect duty to the Forbidden Forest with Dean Thomas, everything was fine...well, except until after Dean tried taking advantage of her.
"...If you're thinking that I would be taking advantage of you...like Dean, you're sooo...wrong! I mean, you do look good and everything wink wink But puh-lease, I am way more decent than Dean aren't I? How can you doubt me?" Harry read Hermione's mind and assured her with confidence, this was no joke. Although Harry does feel something for Hermione, he would definitely not do something for his pleasure against her will, that's not love, that's lust (which will not happen in this case).
"Okay then! All set? Let's go!"
With that, they tucked their wands into their cloaks and set off into the dark night. Not noticing that pair of gleaming eyes watching them go.