Author's note: I would like to thank my reviewers.

Zuvalupa: Thank you for the review and here is the next chapter. Hope you enjoy it.

Winky-wink: I wasn't sure if people would like the way i have written the story but now i'm clear, thank you. Yes, i felt i wanted to show abit about his sensative side.

Disclaimer: I was shocked when i got a letter informing me that i was not the genius behind HP. My tiny world has now been shattered to pieces, why didn't they let me fantasies? It didn't harm anybody. Anyways here is the story....

Hermione

I was misfortunate that I had to work with Draco today in potion, though his presence wasn't that annoying, I still felt irritated. Perhaps he has changed! Said a pathetic voice at the back of my head. 'Yeah when hell freezes over,' I sniggered. Ron and Harry who were sitting next to me turned around with a skeptical frown fixed on their faces. 'Nothing,' I said before they could say anything else.

They shrugged and continued with their games. I stared at Harry and grinned to myself. I loved the way his messy hair always managed to flop to his face, the way his emerald eyes glinted every time he did something satisfying. I see him in a different light but he sees me as just Hermione, his friend, what do I have to do to make him notice me? Every time he talks about a girl it's always Cho this Cho that! I'm sick of her! I could feel my ears getting hot. Just remembering her made me boil with anger and the hatred I have for her rises to the top.

I calmed myself down. Breathing in and out slowly and counted from one to ten, this usually helped my temper. I withdrew my gaze from Harry and focused on my book. I read the front cover Dark Creatures. I flicked through and stopped at a page about banshees and read it...

Banshee

These are dark creatures with the appearance of a woman with floor length hair and skeletal green tinged face. It screams when it kills.

I looked at the picture of the banshee on the left side of the page trying to scream but not managing it because she was gagged. I grinned and a soft laughter escaped from my lips. This time neither Harry nor Ron bothered to look at me. I ignored them. I got bored so I shut the book and thick dust escaped causing me to cough. This sure got Harry's attention. "Are you o.k.?' he asked, a genuine concerned look set on his face. I smiled and said 'No.' Just then I felt like hugging him but I restrained myself with all the power that I had within me.

Harry and Ron stood up abruptly. 'Shit!' yelled Ron.

'Ron!' I barked. He knew how much I didn't like cursing but that never seemed to stop him. Harry found this amusing and laughed this eased the tension that had been built by me and Ron.

'We have to attend Quidditch,' said Harry. I nodded and dropped the book leaving it on the couch not really caring if got misplaced.

'Where are you going?' asked Ron, a sense of disgust in his voice.

'To watch the practice,' I replied. Ron sighed and curled his lip at the side. I disregarded him and followed them. I admired Harry's lean body from the back and I found myself hauled into fantasy...In a land where all that mattered was me and Harry and no one else...The fantasy didn't last long as my face collided into a wall. 'Ha ha ha!' laughed Harry and then followed by Ron.

'Who are we dreaming about this time?' asked Harry. I was sure my ears were on flames. All I wished was hell to plunge me in. Ron's laughter echoed down the isolated corridor; he turned around and continued walking towards the Quidditch pitch still laughing. 'You are killing the joke now,' I hissed. If he heard me he sure was doing a good job pretending that he didn't hear me.

Night had come and I found myself once again thinking about Harry. Lately every minute was evolved around Harry. I looked outside the window and down the forbidden forest. The dark day stood still. The full moon rose high hiding itself behind thick clouds. Several stars were scattered on the gloomy sky. Something caught the side of my eyes. It was a figure gliding across the grounds. I thought it might have been Harry but it couldn't have been. Firstly there was only one person and besides Harry is not stupid, he would have taken his invisibility cloak. What an idiot! I thought to myself.

I didn't waste any more of my time looking out of the window. I walked towards my bed. The soft white duvet wrapped its warmth around me. I lay in bed for about 15 minutes and yet I couldn't get to sleep, so I picked up my CD player. I slid the Evanescence CD and started to listen to I'm going under.

Now I will tell you what I've done for you

50,000 tears I cry

Screaming,

Deceiving,

And bleeding for you

And you still won't hear me...

go away...

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