A/N: FINALLY!!! LoL. Sorry it took me so long to get this chapter up, I was
kinda having writers block for it. LoL. I would Just like to say thank you
to Fringus (maurdermoonylover, read her stories! They're really good! LoL)
and Nikki (who doesn't have an account, but if she did I'd give it to you
and tell you to read her stories too because I'm sure they would be very
good too.) for actually really wanting to know what happens next!!!! And
Thx to all my reviewers too! I really appreciate it! Okay! Here's Chapter
five. HOPE YOU ENJOY!!!
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b Chapter Five - In Love Again/b
"Ms Granger, can I talk to you for a moment." It was Professor McGonagall's voice. I couldn't see her though, because I was hiding behind Harry, who was hiding behind Ron, who was hiding in the short but narrow passage to get from the portrait of the Fat Lady to the Gryffindor Common Room.
It was right after our last class on a Friday in mid September. Most people were outside by the lake while the weather still allowed it doing their homework. Ron, Harry, Neville, Dean, Luna and I had been outside too when Harry discovered that he left his Charms notes in the common Room and Ron realized that he left the beginning of his "Why I will never make a bad potion ever again" essay there too. I just decided to tag along because I needed a break from homework.
Just as we were entering the Common room, we heard Professor McGonagall speaking.
"Yes Professor?" Hermione sounded as if she didn't care what Professor McGonagall would say instead of sounding like her usual teachers pet self I was so used to hearing from last year.
"I am very concerned about you Ms. Granger. I have recently been informed that you have not been handing in any of your homework." I don't think I've ever heard Professor McGonagall talk any other way then in her usual stern voice. Now however, she sounded extremely confused and disappointed. "I do suppose you have a reasonable explanation for this."
"I'm sorry Professor. I uh. I'm not as organized as I'd like to be. It won't happen again."
"Very good Ms. Granger, I'll see you at dinner."
We heard footsteps coming towards us and began panicking. We tried to make our way to the other side of the portrait, but we were too late, McGonagall caught us. Instead of getting mad though, she only told us to try and figure out what was going on with Hermione and to help her out of it because it would be such a shame to see her grades drop so much in her last year.
Oh we knew what was going on all right; we didn't understand it, but we knew.
Hermione continued to do nothing but think and talk about Krum though, which annoyed us all. especially Ron. Every day it would be the same thing. Harry, Ron and I would already be in the common room talking, or playing wizards chess or whatever and then Hermione would walk in with a dazed look in her eyes, not even bothering to say hi to us. As she passed by, Ron would stand up, furious.
"Hello to you too Hermione!" He said.
"What? Oh. Hi" Hermione responded absent mindedly.
"Were have you been? Everyone else came back from dinner half an hour ago!" Gosh, Ron was starting to sound like Mum.
"I was. studying"
"Where? Why couldn't you have studied here?"
"Because I. Because I was getting help from a professor."
"Your Hermione Granger. You don't need help from teachers!"
"This is our seventh year. Its really. hard." This was obviously difficult for Hermione to say.
"If I can get through with no help from teachers, I'm sure you can too. So who did you get help from?"
"I'm tired. I'm going to bed." And Hermione would go upstairs to her dormitory.
Day in and day out, the same thing happened. Towards the end of September, Ron exploded after she went to bed.
"THIS IS SO STUPID! I WISH SHE'D JUST STOP! I WISH SHE COULD SEE HOW STUPID THAT IDIOT REALLY IS! HONESTLY! HAS SHE EVER DONE HER HOMEWORK EVEN ONCE THIS WHOLE YEAR?!?" He went on like this for a few minutes when Harry apparently couldn't take Ron's yelling anymore and announced that he wanted to go to bed.
That left just Ron and I in the common Room. He was sitting on the chair by the fire with his arms crossed and a frustrated look on his face.
"Er. Ron, can I ask you something?"
"What?" He obviously didn't feel like talking. I knew I had to ask him then though. For the past few weeks, its been plaguing my mind. I knew I had told Luna that I was sure Ron didn't have those kind of feelings for Hermione, but the truth was, all the clues fit. I mean, Ron got madder then anyone about this whole Krum thing, and Ron was always bickering with Hermione for no obvious reason. I had to know, I had to ask him. He wouldn't lie if I confronted him. I hoped.
"Well, um. Do you like Hermione?" I spat out.
"Well of course I like her! Its not her fault that she- I- I mean I know she's been acting really stupid lately but- but she's always going to be my best friend along with Harry." He could be so clueless sometimes.
"No Ron! I don't mean like that! I mean do you LIKE Hermione. Like her, like her as Lila would say." At this, he started laughing. I can honestly say I hadn't seen him laugh so much since school started. In fact, he was laughing so much that he barely could speak.
"Have a crush on Hermione?!?!!" he finally managed to get out. "Where in the world did you get that idea from??!?!"
"Well, I mean. you do tend to get madder at Hermione when she talks about Krum than anyone else." Ron stopped laughing for a second and just stared at me. Then, he burst out into laughter again.
"Ginny!" said Ron when he finally got control over himself. "I do not like Hermione!"
"Okay, okay!" I smiled at Ron, feeling very relieved that he didn't fancy her. I just hoped he wasn't lying.
"Well, I guess we should finish up our homework." I said. So Ron and I sat down and opened our books, the extreme silence broken every once in a while by a chuckle from Ron. "Hermione" he would mumble and then let out a small laugh.
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The next two weeks were very normal. Well, Hermione still wouldn't do anything but think about Krum, but besides that things were average.
Everyone hated Krum's class (Except for Hermione, of course.) In fact, Harry, Ron and I hated it even more than potions. And when Harry hates something more then potions, well that tells you something.
Ron now refused to talk to Hermione even more then before, but Hermione didn't seem to care. She didn't seem to care about anything anymore. Harry didn't seem sure where he stood in all this. He was acting so strange. Harry was so quiet, those few times that Ron and I would start talking about Krum or Hermione or Sirius or Lila or whatever, Harry wouldn't say what he thought like he usually did. He'd just sit there, listening. or maybe he wasn't even doing that. When Hermione would pass by with that "I love Krum" look in her eyes, Ron would get furious, but Harry. Harry would just stare at her looking empty, lost, confused and suspicious.
"Harry, are you all right?" I asked one night while Ron was taking a trip to the john.
"Yeah. yeah I'm fine." Harry couldn't fool me that easily.
"What's the matter?" there was silence for about a minute. Harry looked as if he wasn't going to say anything. Then he looked up at me. He suspected something about Krum. I saw it in his eyes.
"What if I told u I liked Hermione?" I felt my heart breaking. Why did I feel my heart breaking? I didn't like Harry like that anymore. So why did it feel like someone had taken stuck a nail in my heart and cracked it with a hammer?
"Wh-what?" It was all I could manage to say.
"I think I'm going to ask her out." I could have sworn he i saw /i my heart break because it looked as if it pained Harry to say those last three words.. No! He must think I still like him in that way! I don't though! And I didn't want him to think I did! We had such a great friendship; I didn't want to ruin it. I couldn't still have those feelings for him. could I?
I was about to say something about how Hermione loved Krum and wouldn't go out with Harry, but Ron came back at that point.
"You look sick Ginny. I think you should go to sleep." Said Ron.
"Yeah. Goodnight." I said as I slowly walked to my dormitory.
I didn't go to sleep though. I lay in bed for hours just thinking. Could I really have fancied Harry again? He liked Hermione now though. I couldn't believe it. I honestly couldn't. Harry and Hermione? I hated the idea. In fact, I hated it more than the idea of Ron and Hermione, but I guess that was just because well, I was in love with Harry. Ugh god! It hurt to think about, it really did. But why, why did I randomly fallen in love with Harry again after years of thinking that he was nothing more then a really good friend to me. No! I still thought of him as nothing more then a friend!
I tossed and turned in my bed until I finally felt comfortable. I was lying on my stomach glaring at the wall. I felt tears swell up in my eyes. i No! /i I thought. i I'm not going to cry. I don't love Harry! I don't love him! b I'm not in love with Harry!!! /b /i But the more I said I didn't love him, the more I knew I did.
And that's when it hit me. I wasn't in love with Harry i again. /i I just never stopped loving him. In the beginning though, it was just a stupid crush. I mean, I practically fancied him i before /i I met him. Everything I read about him, everything I heard, it made him sound so perfect. Harry Potter, the boy who lived, a hero. What girl wouldn't want someone like that? Even if it was just for a second, every girl must have at least i thought /i about liking him like that. With me though, well, I fell madly in love with him. Or at least I thought I did. I had a crush on the perfect boy, Harry Potter.
Then, I got to know him better, and I actually could talk to him with out blushing furiously or saying something really stupid. I finally began to get to know the real him, which meant I discovered that he had flaws. Harry Potter wasn't the perfect boy I always thought he was. And so, I thought I didn't have a crush on him anymore. It took me up until now though, to realize that his flaws made me love him even more. Slowly but surely, I fell in love with Harry. I mean, real love.
I couldn't believe it took me that long to figure it out. Between Harry and Dean, I'd choose Harry in a heart beat and I knew it.
It didn't matter though. He had gotten feelings for Hermione now.
I hated this! Why did people have to fall in love? It always ruined everything. i Whatever happened to the good old days? /i I remember thinking. My thoughts evolved from finally realizing I loved Harry, to how much everything had changed. In all movies, and books, and TV, a boy/girl friendship always ended up becoming more. Why did that have to happen? Why was it happening in real life now?
Something else occurred to me then. Harry, Ron and Hermione, the-perfect- trio, were beginning to become the not-so-perfect-trio. No, wait, the far- from-perfect-trio. And why were they falling apart? Because of stupid love! In fact, Hermione basically wasn't part of it anymore. because she was in love with Krum. Now that I thought about it, I was taking Hermione's place without anyone even noticing it. Now I was the one huddled in a corner with Ron and Harry, I was the one who they talked to and I was the one who they wanted to spend all their time with.
I always thought that if I were to be part of that trio instead of one of them, I would be so happy. Now that I was actually experiencing it though, I realized that I just wasn't supposed to be part of the trio. Harry, Ron and Hermione were each a third and together, they formed a whole. No one could ever replace any of them. Whether I was in Hermione's place or not, only two thirds of the whole still existed; then again, not even Harry and Ron were the same. If Harry did ask Hermione out -weather she accepted or not - he'd be splitting them up even more.
I always depended on their friendship. I thought it would last forever. maybe I was wrong. Maybe that was why most school friendships were destroyed. because people fall in love. For all I knew, after the year finished, I would never see Harry or Hermione ever again.
"I love you, Harry Potter." I whispered under my breath. And because I had finally admitted it, the tears that were swelling up, finally poured out. The big silent kind that feel like they'll never stop coming.
Confused and lonely, I fell into a restless sleep about an hour later; my head resting on a soggy pillow.
I hated love.
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A/N: Okay that was really random and I seriously didn't expect this chapter to turn out this way. LoL. But it really doesn't matter. I just have to twist the next few chapters around a little and I won't have to get rid of any of the ideas I have for the end or any of that. SO PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!! THEY MAKE MY DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Okay bye.
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b Chapter Five - In Love Again/b
"Ms Granger, can I talk to you for a moment." It was Professor McGonagall's voice. I couldn't see her though, because I was hiding behind Harry, who was hiding behind Ron, who was hiding in the short but narrow passage to get from the portrait of the Fat Lady to the Gryffindor Common Room.
It was right after our last class on a Friday in mid September. Most people were outside by the lake while the weather still allowed it doing their homework. Ron, Harry, Neville, Dean, Luna and I had been outside too when Harry discovered that he left his Charms notes in the common Room and Ron realized that he left the beginning of his "Why I will never make a bad potion ever again" essay there too. I just decided to tag along because I needed a break from homework.
Just as we were entering the Common room, we heard Professor McGonagall speaking.
"Yes Professor?" Hermione sounded as if she didn't care what Professor McGonagall would say instead of sounding like her usual teachers pet self I was so used to hearing from last year.
"I am very concerned about you Ms. Granger. I have recently been informed that you have not been handing in any of your homework." I don't think I've ever heard Professor McGonagall talk any other way then in her usual stern voice. Now however, she sounded extremely confused and disappointed. "I do suppose you have a reasonable explanation for this."
"I'm sorry Professor. I uh. I'm not as organized as I'd like to be. It won't happen again."
"Very good Ms. Granger, I'll see you at dinner."
We heard footsteps coming towards us and began panicking. We tried to make our way to the other side of the portrait, but we were too late, McGonagall caught us. Instead of getting mad though, she only told us to try and figure out what was going on with Hermione and to help her out of it because it would be such a shame to see her grades drop so much in her last year.
Oh we knew what was going on all right; we didn't understand it, but we knew.
Hermione continued to do nothing but think and talk about Krum though, which annoyed us all. especially Ron. Every day it would be the same thing. Harry, Ron and I would already be in the common room talking, or playing wizards chess or whatever and then Hermione would walk in with a dazed look in her eyes, not even bothering to say hi to us. As she passed by, Ron would stand up, furious.
"Hello to you too Hermione!" He said.
"What? Oh. Hi" Hermione responded absent mindedly.
"Were have you been? Everyone else came back from dinner half an hour ago!" Gosh, Ron was starting to sound like Mum.
"I was. studying"
"Where? Why couldn't you have studied here?"
"Because I. Because I was getting help from a professor."
"Your Hermione Granger. You don't need help from teachers!"
"This is our seventh year. Its really. hard." This was obviously difficult for Hermione to say.
"If I can get through with no help from teachers, I'm sure you can too. So who did you get help from?"
"I'm tired. I'm going to bed." And Hermione would go upstairs to her dormitory.
Day in and day out, the same thing happened. Towards the end of September, Ron exploded after she went to bed.
"THIS IS SO STUPID! I WISH SHE'D JUST STOP! I WISH SHE COULD SEE HOW STUPID THAT IDIOT REALLY IS! HONESTLY! HAS SHE EVER DONE HER HOMEWORK EVEN ONCE THIS WHOLE YEAR?!?" He went on like this for a few minutes when Harry apparently couldn't take Ron's yelling anymore and announced that he wanted to go to bed.
That left just Ron and I in the common Room. He was sitting on the chair by the fire with his arms crossed and a frustrated look on his face.
"Er. Ron, can I ask you something?"
"What?" He obviously didn't feel like talking. I knew I had to ask him then though. For the past few weeks, its been plaguing my mind. I knew I had told Luna that I was sure Ron didn't have those kind of feelings for Hermione, but the truth was, all the clues fit. I mean, Ron got madder then anyone about this whole Krum thing, and Ron was always bickering with Hermione for no obvious reason. I had to know, I had to ask him. He wouldn't lie if I confronted him. I hoped.
"Well, um. Do you like Hermione?" I spat out.
"Well of course I like her! Its not her fault that she- I- I mean I know she's been acting really stupid lately but- but she's always going to be my best friend along with Harry." He could be so clueless sometimes.
"No Ron! I don't mean like that! I mean do you LIKE Hermione. Like her, like her as Lila would say." At this, he started laughing. I can honestly say I hadn't seen him laugh so much since school started. In fact, he was laughing so much that he barely could speak.
"Have a crush on Hermione?!?!!" he finally managed to get out. "Where in the world did you get that idea from??!?!"
"Well, I mean. you do tend to get madder at Hermione when she talks about Krum than anyone else." Ron stopped laughing for a second and just stared at me. Then, he burst out into laughter again.
"Ginny!" said Ron when he finally got control over himself. "I do not like Hermione!"
"Okay, okay!" I smiled at Ron, feeling very relieved that he didn't fancy her. I just hoped he wasn't lying.
"Well, I guess we should finish up our homework." I said. So Ron and I sat down and opened our books, the extreme silence broken every once in a while by a chuckle from Ron. "Hermione" he would mumble and then let out a small laugh.
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The next two weeks were very normal. Well, Hermione still wouldn't do anything but think about Krum, but besides that things were average.
Everyone hated Krum's class (Except for Hermione, of course.) In fact, Harry, Ron and I hated it even more than potions. And when Harry hates something more then potions, well that tells you something.
Ron now refused to talk to Hermione even more then before, but Hermione didn't seem to care. She didn't seem to care about anything anymore. Harry didn't seem sure where he stood in all this. He was acting so strange. Harry was so quiet, those few times that Ron and I would start talking about Krum or Hermione or Sirius or Lila or whatever, Harry wouldn't say what he thought like he usually did. He'd just sit there, listening. or maybe he wasn't even doing that. When Hermione would pass by with that "I love Krum" look in her eyes, Ron would get furious, but Harry. Harry would just stare at her looking empty, lost, confused and suspicious.
"Harry, are you all right?" I asked one night while Ron was taking a trip to the john.
"Yeah. yeah I'm fine." Harry couldn't fool me that easily.
"What's the matter?" there was silence for about a minute. Harry looked as if he wasn't going to say anything. Then he looked up at me. He suspected something about Krum. I saw it in his eyes.
"What if I told u I liked Hermione?" I felt my heart breaking. Why did I feel my heart breaking? I didn't like Harry like that anymore. So why did it feel like someone had taken stuck a nail in my heart and cracked it with a hammer?
"Wh-what?" It was all I could manage to say.
"I think I'm going to ask her out." I could have sworn he i saw /i my heart break because it looked as if it pained Harry to say those last three words.. No! He must think I still like him in that way! I don't though! And I didn't want him to think I did! We had such a great friendship; I didn't want to ruin it. I couldn't still have those feelings for him. could I?
I was about to say something about how Hermione loved Krum and wouldn't go out with Harry, but Ron came back at that point.
"You look sick Ginny. I think you should go to sleep." Said Ron.
"Yeah. Goodnight." I said as I slowly walked to my dormitory.
I didn't go to sleep though. I lay in bed for hours just thinking. Could I really have fancied Harry again? He liked Hermione now though. I couldn't believe it. I honestly couldn't. Harry and Hermione? I hated the idea. In fact, I hated it more than the idea of Ron and Hermione, but I guess that was just because well, I was in love with Harry. Ugh god! It hurt to think about, it really did. But why, why did I randomly fallen in love with Harry again after years of thinking that he was nothing more then a really good friend to me. No! I still thought of him as nothing more then a friend!
I tossed and turned in my bed until I finally felt comfortable. I was lying on my stomach glaring at the wall. I felt tears swell up in my eyes. i No! /i I thought. i I'm not going to cry. I don't love Harry! I don't love him! b I'm not in love with Harry!!! /b /i But the more I said I didn't love him, the more I knew I did.
And that's when it hit me. I wasn't in love with Harry i again. /i I just never stopped loving him. In the beginning though, it was just a stupid crush. I mean, I practically fancied him i before /i I met him. Everything I read about him, everything I heard, it made him sound so perfect. Harry Potter, the boy who lived, a hero. What girl wouldn't want someone like that? Even if it was just for a second, every girl must have at least i thought /i about liking him like that. With me though, well, I fell madly in love with him. Or at least I thought I did. I had a crush on the perfect boy, Harry Potter.
Then, I got to know him better, and I actually could talk to him with out blushing furiously or saying something really stupid. I finally began to get to know the real him, which meant I discovered that he had flaws. Harry Potter wasn't the perfect boy I always thought he was. And so, I thought I didn't have a crush on him anymore. It took me up until now though, to realize that his flaws made me love him even more. Slowly but surely, I fell in love with Harry. I mean, real love.
I couldn't believe it took me that long to figure it out. Between Harry and Dean, I'd choose Harry in a heart beat and I knew it.
It didn't matter though. He had gotten feelings for Hermione now.
I hated this! Why did people have to fall in love? It always ruined everything. i Whatever happened to the good old days? /i I remember thinking. My thoughts evolved from finally realizing I loved Harry, to how much everything had changed. In all movies, and books, and TV, a boy/girl friendship always ended up becoming more. Why did that have to happen? Why was it happening in real life now?
Something else occurred to me then. Harry, Ron and Hermione, the-perfect- trio, were beginning to become the not-so-perfect-trio. No, wait, the far- from-perfect-trio. And why were they falling apart? Because of stupid love! In fact, Hermione basically wasn't part of it anymore. because she was in love with Krum. Now that I thought about it, I was taking Hermione's place without anyone even noticing it. Now I was the one huddled in a corner with Ron and Harry, I was the one who they talked to and I was the one who they wanted to spend all their time with.
I always thought that if I were to be part of that trio instead of one of them, I would be so happy. Now that I was actually experiencing it though, I realized that I just wasn't supposed to be part of the trio. Harry, Ron and Hermione were each a third and together, they formed a whole. No one could ever replace any of them. Whether I was in Hermione's place or not, only two thirds of the whole still existed; then again, not even Harry and Ron were the same. If Harry did ask Hermione out -weather she accepted or not - he'd be splitting them up even more.
I always depended on their friendship. I thought it would last forever. maybe I was wrong. Maybe that was why most school friendships were destroyed. because people fall in love. For all I knew, after the year finished, I would never see Harry or Hermione ever again.
"I love you, Harry Potter." I whispered under my breath. And because I had finally admitted it, the tears that were swelling up, finally poured out. The big silent kind that feel like they'll never stop coming.
Confused and lonely, I fell into a restless sleep about an hour later; my head resting on a soggy pillow.
I hated love.
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A/N: Okay that was really random and I seriously didn't expect this chapter to turn out this way. LoL. But it really doesn't matter. I just have to twist the next few chapters around a little and I won't have to get rid of any of the ideas I have for the end or any of that. SO PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!! THEY MAKE MY DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Okay bye.