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Chapter 7: Confessions
"Harry! Harry, hey Harry!" a voice shouted from behind, her footsteps quick and desperate.
Ron spun around, saw who it was, and whispered to Harry with a hint of amusement in his voice "Ooi, whats up with her? Seems like she's onto you!"
Surprised, Harry turned around to see Parvarti, with her braided dark hair flying behind her, weaving amongst the crowd standing scattered in the corridors towards him with her books in one hand.
"Hey Parvarti, what do you want?" asked Harry uncertainly.
"Oh, well, um, it's nothing much really. I just wanted to ask you if you wanted to go to Hogsmeade with me next weekend...um...there's this really nice coffee shop I was planning on going to for awhile...just, well...no one would go with me..." Parvarti staggered, her face turning red as she finished off, you can say, quite lamely.
Harry looked at Ron desperately, who gave a smirk from sideways.
"Well, you see Parvarti, Harry would love to, but it's just that he agreed to go with Hermione and I to get some dress robes. You know, for the Halloween ball coming up soon? So yeah..." Ron butted in, answering for Harry.
"Yeah...I'm really sorry Parvarti. Maybe another time?" Harry added lamely.
Parvarti looked stunned for a moment.
"Oh, since you've got...oh, never mind then, no problem." she answered. Looking flustered, Parvarti walked past them, and into another classroom.
Harry and Ron stared after her, before laughter escaped from Ron, like a bomb suddenly released.
"What the bloody hell was that! Did she really think she can get you back now that you've broken up with Lavender? Remember the look on her face when she saw you and Lavender together in Hogsmeade? Oh my god! And now...?...You don't like her, do you mate?" Ron asked seriously, after his laughter not!" Harry replied quickly.
"Then why you all...quiet?" asked Ron.
"Oh, nothing...it's just, I just realized what I've gotten myself into...In fifth year, I was all crazy about Cho...guess that was puppy love though. In sixth year, I got together with Lavender...not for long though. Then in the middle of sixth year, after I broke up with Lavender, I started talking to all sorts of girls...and I guess, maybe Parvarti just changed her mind about what a jerk I've been during the Yule ball just coz I flirted with her now...But seriously, I don't feel anything for any single one of them..." Harry's face screwed up in concentration as he counted his years of failed relationship "...I think."
Ron looked at Harry in amazement.
"What you mean, I think? You mean..." realization dawned upon Ron's face, who looked coincidentally like Goyle when he found an answer to something, "You mean...there IS someone who you talked to (flirted with), that you really...um...feel something for?"
This time, it was Harry who looked at Ron. But he couldn't stare for long, for at that moment, Hermione came bounding up from behind at them, hitting them hard on their backs, taking them both by surprise.
"What are you both standing here like idiots for?! Haven't you noticed that we're almost late for our next class?!" asked Hermione, giving them a push on their backs at the same time.
The trio scrambled off down the now almost deserted corridor, crossing their fingers hoping all their might it's not Snape's class next.
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"And as I was saying, those dungbombs started giving off..." Neville's voice could be heard all the way from the entrance of the Great Hall, followed by laughter from the other listening fellow gryffindors
"That's just crazy! What the Trelawney say?..." Ginny's voice drifted off when she saw her brother walking in to the Great Hall for dinner, along with his other two friends, all three looking downright depressed.
"What's up you guys? Looked like YOU were the ones that got dungbombs exploding in YOUR handbags instead!" said Dean, which sent off another peal of laughter from surrounding Gryffindors.
"Heh, not funny. Would you believe our luck?! I'd rather have dung bombs instead then...that horrible, stinking git of a slimeball—" Ron began.
"—Yeah, that Snape! Ron's essay on hellebore was wonderful, and it doesn't come often, mind you...and he actually gave him—" Harry continued.
"—gave him a D. Well, Ron, you must admit, although it was better than you normally do, we were meant to write an essay on moonstones you know...not hellebore." Hermione finished off, sympathetically.
"Oh, so that's what's got my precious, favoritEST brother down..." Ginny started teasing him, but stopped upon seeing the look on Ron's face. Instead, he said, "Oh, come on! It's just Potions, cheer up! It's not the end of the world you know...But if you really...well, I could give you one of my—"
"Custom-made, newly invented, extra smelly dungbombs that Fred and George sent over from their shop in Hogsmeade to her this morning...and for free too!" exclaimed Neville, interrupting his girlfriend, in excitement.
Over the years, Neville has grown into, well I must say, quite a handsome guy. His cheeks were not chubby like before, his usually squeaky voice has broken magnificently, along with a mascular body at the height of 180 cm, making him more confident than before. Neville has put quite a lot of work into his studies, looking forward to be an Auror (like Ron and Harry) as soon as he leaves Hogwarts. And Ginny, already gone into sixth year, with waist length auburn hair that glittered in the sunlight, and petite frame with a slight shape, has made quite a few guys interested. But of course, Neville was the lucky one. He was gentle, caring, thoughtful, yet quite a decisive guy at the same time.
"So, do you want some?" asked Ginny eagerly, looking at Harry.
"Nah...I don't think..." Harry trailed off as he looked over his shoulder and saw Hermione sitting alone, waiting for dinner, apparently not interested in what the Weasleys were up to.
He walked over and stopped behind Hermione.
"Guess who!" squealed Harry, trying to sound something like Pansy Parkinson while covering Hermione's eyes from behind...quite unsuccessful, apparently.
"...Harry..." replied Hermione without a moment's thought.
"How did you?!...Oh, phooh, doesn't matter. Anyway, what's wrong? You look so lifeless!" asked Harry with concern as he sat himself on Hermione's right.
At this point, more students were filing into the hall, settling themselves at their respective tables. Hermione looked up at Harry. Those green eyes melted her inside. Harry could take it no longer.
"Who did you say you liked again, Hermione?" asked Harry, curiosity getting the better of him.
"When did I say...? Oh, that...well, there is someone...but, I can't tell you...I mean, I want to...but I can't..." said Hermione unsteadily, she looked in the verge of fainting.
"Oh, Hermione. It's okay if you don't want to tell me...no problems. Well, why not let's do this, when you admit your crush that you feel for him, whether he takes you or not, I'll tell you who I like, okay? But by then, I'd probably not be able to get her anymore" said Harry cautiously; he didn't want Hermione to feel like he's invading in her privacy or anything.
"Not be able to get her?" Hermione raised an eyebrow, "If you couldn't get her, talk about me!" mumbled Hermione miserably.
"Come on Hermione, at least give it a try! Tell him 'You know, there's this girl in our year, that likes you' and when he asks you who it is, go 'Oh, well, that's for you to find out, isn't it?' I swear! That's gonna drive him mad, trust me!" Harry tried hopefully, the look on Hermione's face was devastating, who exactly is that lucky guy that Hermione's so crazy over? It breaks Harry's heart to see her like that.
Hermione looked from her still empty plate, back into Harry's eyes. He doesn't get it, does he, he doesn't know how pain it is, talking about my crush, when the whole time, it's him. Hermione thought sadly in her mind.
"Hermione, trust me, you're gonna get that guy, you're irresistible, you're beautiful, you're nice...seriously, I think that guy would say yes...trust me, I'm a guy." said Harry as he looked over Hermione. True, she is beautiful, her hair was no longer as bushy as before, instead it had slight waves, like ripples; her eyes were a deep chestnut brown that could melt your heart, she was slightly shorter than Harry, with slight curves at the appropriate places. Of course she's irresistible!
There was silence, for awhile.
"Harry, well..." Hermione began, looking slightly uncomfortable, "Well, you see..." she attempted another try, "Look Harry, there's this girl in our year, that's totally crazy about you." said Hermione, cautiously, clearly, but looking down at her feet.
Harry froze. All at once, for the first time in his life, he felt the most emotion overcoming him; joy, happy, touched, followed by horrible thoughts what if it's not her?
Harry recovered and tried to make is tone sound as casual as possible, "...and, who is that? May I ask?"
Hermione looked up in shock how could he not know?! Wasn't it obvious enough? But when she saw the look in Harry's face, that teasing grin, warm eyes, staring back at her, it dawned upon her that she just got tricked, for the first time in her life.
"Oh Harry!" gasped Hermione, as she flung both her arms around Harry, tears of happiness welling in her eyes.
Harry returned her hug, smiling in relief, and whispered in her ear, "I was so afraid I almost lost you there."
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A/N: Okay! That's it for this slightly longer chapter! Hope you enjoyed it!
Leviyl: Thanks for reading and reviewing. I'm trying to add in as many schoolmates as i can. And yes, sorry...i know i didn't really put much of the other characters in in the beginning...under progress, under progress...
Weasley's Girl-35: Thank you for reading and reviewing...you won't have to wait long!...Okay, maybe a few days...
Grantsbeetle: Thank you for reading and reviewing...making out? Hmm...i did plan that further on in the story...don't worry, it'll come, it'll come...i just don't want to make it a rush...hey! Love's not about rushing...lust is...and there's no lust in this, so don't worry!
Tekvah Ariel: Thank you for reading and reviewing...Explain further the incident in the Great Hall? What do you mean...i don't really get it...Anyway, i made a mistake with Cho..if you look again, Harry's already in his 7th year (i changed it again) so Cho should have graduated...But, even if Cho were here, i wouldn't have done that anyway, I don't really like Cho with Harry...seems weird. :)