Disclaimer: Don't own it, wish I did.
(A/N I will definitely finish this story next weekend, if not before, but it won't be posted. I am going on vacation somewhere without internet. Yes, those places still exist. But my handy dandy laptop will accompany me on the journey, so writing and solitaire will be there for me.)
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Dinner was over and everyone moved in mass numbers back to their respective dormitories. Hermione, too distracted with getting Harry back to his room, didn't notice Ginny Weasley moving swiftly over towards the Slytherin table.
"Did you give it to her?" Ginny asked Draco quietly.
"Not directly, I slipped it in with her books." Draco replied, staring down at the evil looking redhead.
"Excellent," Ginny said, "This shouldn't be hard at all. Just wait for her to come to us."
"You know Ginny; I'll be taking, er, payment soon for my part in this plan..." Draco stammered out. Ginny reached down and grabbed the crotch of Draco's pants. "All in due time, first things first." Ginny smiled coyly and proceeded off to the Gryffindor common room, swinging her hips for Draco to see.
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Hermione finally reached the common room and plopped down on the couch closest to the fire. She was shivering because she was so cold, the old castle always seemed to make the temperature outside seem really extreme, and this being the end of January, and it was freezing. She sat there next to the fire, alone in her thoughts, when Harry came up beside her. He placed an arm lovingly around her neck and leaned in to hug her. He embraced her, but she didn't embrace him back. He looked back up to her, looking hurt.
"I'm very tired Harry, I'm sorry. Please, come here." She said, pulling Harry in again. He nuzzled against her neck. He moaned like she had before and she quickly pulled from his embrace. "I think I shall retire to bed, g'nite," she said abruptly, leaving Harry shocked and alone on the couch.
'This all has to be in my head, Harry cannot be making passes at me!" Hermione thought to herself. 'No, no it isn't true; I have to just be having a school girl's crush...' Hermione kept thinking into the late night, repeating as if to make herself believe. Truth was that she loved him so much, but she still didn't know how he felt. 'He is just in mourning and I'm the only one to put any emotions on, including those that are ... sexual... Yeah, that is it; he is just projecting emotions onto me that he doesn't feel comfortable with himself.'
Hermione finally finished battling with herself and remembered all of her books and parchments were down in the common room where she had left them after dinner.
"Accio books." She said quietly, as it was quite late and the other girls were sleeping. Her items came zooming into her room. She led them over to her dresser when a small piece of paper fell out of the bunch. She settled the bunch on her dresser and went over to pick up the bright pink parchment. She read it to herself, and then threw it in the wastebasket.
"Blimey, a bloody advertisement for that damn 'Love Anon' again. How did that get into my things?" Hermione thought out loud. She sighed, coming to the conclusion that it was too late to think so hard; she retired to her bed and fell asleep.
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Hermione was standing alone in an abandoned house. She looked around but nothing seemed familiar, all that was in the room was an old bookcase and a dusty old chair, both covered in cobwebs. After absorbing some of her surroundings, she goes to the bookshelf and picks up a novel titled The Bluest Eye, by Toni Morrison. She begins to leaf through the novel when she hears a voice, a voice by the chair. She turns to see the owner of the voice and it is no other than that of Harry Potter. He is standing alone behind the chair, back turned to Hermione. She goes around to face Harry, she screams in horror to see who's face it is; Draco Malfoy.
"Watch your back mud blood." Draco calmly stated and Harry's whole body disappeared, including Draco's face. Hermione backed herself into the wall behind her and fell to her knees, rocking herself back and forth. Suddenly she heard a voice and raised her head to see a blinding white light.
"Hermione...Hermione...Hermione..."
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Hermione awoke drenched in sweat on the floor beside her bed. Her eyes stung; she realized she must have been crying. A worried Lavender was bent beside her, poking Hermione's shoulder with her forefinger.
"Huh?" Hermione muttered.
"Hermione, you rolled out of your bed and started shaking, screaming something about Harry. I came right over, are you alright?" Lavender asked, still looking rather worried about Hermione.
"Of course I'm alright; it was just a childish nightmare. Now, help me get up please." Hermione said authoritatively, reaching out for Lavender.
Lavender couldn't resist Hermione, so she helped Hermione up and went back over to her bed.
Hermione decided that with the shape she was in she needed a shower and began to walk down to the prefect's loo. She entered and saw a distraught Ginny Weasley in the corner, looking as if she had been crying for hours. Hermione went over and sat next to her.
"Merlin, Ginny, what happened?" Hermione asked.
Ginny raised her head up and looked at Hermione with sad eyes and tear stained cheeks. She tried to stand up but didn't seem to be able to, so retired to sitting down in the same spot she was in before.
"Harry..." Ginny said, pausing after his name to look up at Hermione's face. "Harry told me no." Ginny said, and began weeping again.
"Harry told you no to what Ginny?" Hermione asked, questioning now for her own curiosity. She placed a hand on Ginny's shoulder as if to tell her it was all okay.
Ginny began again, "He told me that he could never love me like I loved him, that he loved all of his friends the same and no one could ever change that." Ginny looked up at Hermione again and then turned back to the floor.
Hermione felt like crying just like Ginny had been doing, alone and curled up on the floor at this statement. ''He loved all his friends the same', that includes me.' Hermione thought. Hermione stood up and walked out of the bathroom and back up to her room, leaving Ginny alone.
Hermione reached her now deserted room and looked at the clock. It was still early; her classes didn't begin for another hour and a half, so she resolved to lie down for a while. She noticed a glimpse of pink of the corner of her eye, and went to pick it out of the trash.
'This bloody advertisement, I swear, I see it everywhere!' Hermione thought, looking down at the paper. She read over it once and her face lit up. She grabbed the ad and ran out of her room and down to the common room where she stuck her head in the fire place.
"Madam Birch!" she said after throwing in a bit of floo powder.
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Ginny held up her wand and made the fake tears disappear.
"Silly girl, if I can't have him, no one can."
(A/N SNAP! Ginny is getting really bitchy, I love it; as I hope you are. Thanks to all of my oh so lovely reviewers and again I am sorry for being slow to update. I love you all!!?)