Authors Note: Haha...pants
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Moonlight at midnight: Here's the next chapter:D (I like smilies too:D)
Miss Piratess: Hopefully this is slightly more dramatic...hehe but this story will be mostly humor Yay! Mmm... guacamole...
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all related things belong strictly to J.K. Rowling
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As the week wore on it became more and more apparent that something was bothering Harry. He seemed distracted in class. Well, he seemed distracted by something other than Ron in class. He looked awfully tired, and pretty soon it became known that Ron wasn't the only one being bothered by Harry's outbursts of 'Holy Guacamole' in the night. Finally it got to the point shere Hermoine couln't mind her own business any longer. It had gone to far.
"Harry, you have got to tell me what is bothering you," said Hermoine
"Nothing is bothering me," insisted Harry, "Why can't everyone just leave me alone?"
"Because you forgot to wear pants to breakfast yesterday," replied Hermoine, "It's obvious that something is wrong."
Harry's face turned red at the reminder of the horrible, yet hilarious, blunder he had made yesterday. Truthfully he wished he could tell Hermoine all about his nightmares, but at the same time he couldn't even imagine telling her. What would she think of him? It was just a stupid dream, and he had already defeated Voldemort several times, so why did it bother him so much?
"Harry!" yelled Hermoine, interrupting Harry's thoughts, "You have got to stop this! You can't keep hiding... whatever it is you're hiding anymore!"
Hermoine took one look at Harry's face, and suddenly she regretted yelling at him. He looked so... sad.
"I'm just so worried about you Harry," she added, more gently, "You look so tired and pale all the time, and you aren't acting like yourself. I just want to help."
She looked deeply into Harry's eyes, searching for an answer, a hint to what was bothering him. All she saw was his eyes staring back into hers.
'Her eyes are so beautiful,' thought Harry.
It seemed like they were looking into each other's eyes for hours. All of a sudden the silence became heavy and awkward. Hermoine quickly turned away from Harry's gaze. Harry blushed.
"Ummm... well... I wish I could... I mean... umm... ," Harry stuttered. "There is nothing you can do! Just leave me alone!" Harry finally managed to spit out the words, and as soon as he did he regretted it.
"You know what, if you don't want help, I guess I'll just leave," said Hermoine, "Excuse me for caring."
At that, Hermoine stomped out of the room, leaving Harry all alone with his thoughts.
"Why can't I ever do anything right," Harry said to himself.
He was so confused about what had just happened. He just sat there pondering everything. So much was going on, but soon he found his thoughts wandering to Hermoine; her hair, her eyes, her face.
"No!" he shouted, not realizing he had said it aloud.
What was he thinking? He couldn't like Hermoine.
'She's bossy, and a know-it-all,' he thought, 'a bossy, nosy, pretty... no... ummm... she's annoying!'
He finally convinced himself that there was no way he could like her. Besides, everyone knew that Hermoine and Ron liked each other. There was no way would work out for Hermoine and him.
"AND," he said to himself, "I don't even want it to work out, because I don't have any feelings for her."
Finally, he decided thing might be better if he got out of that room.
Thank-you to my Reviewers:
Moonlight at midnight: Here's the next chapter:D (I like smilies too:D)
Miss Piratess: Hopefully this is slightly more dramatic...hehe but this story will be mostly humor Yay! Mmm... guacamole...
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all related things belong strictly to J.K. Rowling
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As the week wore on it became more and more apparent that something was bothering Harry. He seemed distracted in class. Well, he seemed distracted by something other than Ron in class. He looked awfully tired, and pretty soon it became known that Ron wasn't the only one being bothered by Harry's outbursts of 'Holy Guacamole' in the night. Finally it got to the point shere Hermoine couln't mind her own business any longer. It had gone to far.
"Harry, you have got to tell me what is bothering you," said Hermoine
"Nothing is bothering me," insisted Harry, "Why can't everyone just leave me alone?"
"Because you forgot to wear pants to breakfast yesterday," replied Hermoine, "It's obvious that something is wrong."
Harry's face turned red at the reminder of the horrible, yet hilarious, blunder he had made yesterday. Truthfully he wished he could tell Hermoine all about his nightmares, but at the same time he couldn't even imagine telling her. What would she think of him? It was just a stupid dream, and he had already defeated Voldemort several times, so why did it bother him so much?
"Harry!" yelled Hermoine, interrupting Harry's thoughts, "You have got to stop this! You can't keep hiding... whatever it is you're hiding anymore!"
Hermoine took one look at Harry's face, and suddenly she regretted yelling at him. He looked so... sad.
"I'm just so worried about you Harry," she added, more gently, "You look so tired and pale all the time, and you aren't acting like yourself. I just want to help."
She looked deeply into Harry's eyes, searching for an answer, a hint to what was bothering him. All she saw was his eyes staring back into hers.
'Her eyes are so beautiful,' thought Harry.
It seemed like they were looking into each other's eyes for hours. All of a sudden the silence became heavy and awkward. Hermoine quickly turned away from Harry's gaze. Harry blushed.
"Ummm... well... I wish I could... I mean... umm... ," Harry stuttered. "There is nothing you can do! Just leave me alone!" Harry finally managed to spit out the words, and as soon as he did he regretted it.
"You know what, if you don't want help, I guess I'll just leave," said Hermoine, "Excuse me for caring."
At that, Hermoine stomped out of the room, leaving Harry all alone with his thoughts.
"Why can't I ever do anything right," Harry said to himself.
He was so confused about what had just happened. He just sat there pondering everything. So much was going on, but soon he found his thoughts wandering to Hermoine; her hair, her eyes, her face.
"No!" he shouted, not realizing he had said it aloud.
What was he thinking? He couldn't like Hermoine.
'She's bossy, and a know-it-all,' he thought, 'a bossy, nosy, pretty... no... ummm... she's annoying!'
He finally convinced himself that there was no way he could like her. Besides, everyone knew that Hermoine and Ron liked each other. There was no way would work out for Hermoine and him.
"AND," he said to himself, "I don't even want it to work out, because I don't have any feelings for her."
Finally, he decided thing might be better if he got out of that room.