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A/N: I know the first chapter is crap. It'll get better I promise.

I can't concentrate on my Charms essay. It's not possible because he's less than 3 feet away from me. I can smell his soap, if that's his soap and not his shampoo. Don't worry, I don't stalk him or anything like that. He's playing chess with my other best friend at Hogwarts right now. I sigh. His mouth is slightly curved upward into sort of a half-grin. He probably doesn't even know it either, but oh how I do. It's amazing how you can love someone so much, but they can't even tell. Its so hard to tell how I feel about him. He glances over and I start scribbling on my parchment. I could never tell him. He's my best friend, and if he felt different, I'm sure nothing could or would be the same. I glance up. It's safe, he's not looking over this way. I suck on my quill and stare at him. He looks up again and smiles. He definitley saw me staring. I smile back, there's not really another option. He comes over.

"Can I see youre homework?"

"No, that would be cheating," I say.

"Well Ill check it for you," he says grinning."Come on, we've got charms first thing in the morning."

"Then I suggest you go start on it," I say scribbling more junk down.

"Fine," he says going up to the boys dormitory. When he reaches the top of the first flight he calls back: "G'night Hermione." Then more footsteps.

I let out my breath. I didn't even realize I was holding it. Love can do that to a girl. Hmmm...they should warn people about that. I should explain a bit more while the fire is still bright. There are a few reasons why we could never be together. One: We are best friends. I really don't want to mess that up. Two: It would probably embarrass the crap out of him. Three: He's got a girlfriend. Been with Lavender Brown for a year now. I've got a terrible heartache and since there's no cure, I better be off to bed.

I wake up and go downstairs for breakfast. I find Harry and Ron at the Gryffindor table eating.

"So when are you going to ask him?"

"Ask who?" I say ignorantly.

"Fred. To Hogsmeade," he says.

-No you oaf. Its you I want- I shout at him in my head.

"Why would I do that?" I say biting into my bagel.

"Because you fancy him," he said twirling his fork. "Besides, we could have one of those double dates. You said Muggles have them right?"

I nodded.

"Okay then its settled. I'll bring Lavender and you can bring Fred." He put his fork down on his plate.

Its true, I have a crush on Fred Weasley. He's really nice to me when Ron, Harry, or George (ESPECIALLY George) arent around. But Im not in love with him. Not the way I love someone else...

"Oh, I can't ask him," I say. "He'll laugh at me. Besides, I don't even want to go on the double date thing." He looked hurt.

"Come on Hermione," he says.

-The way it makes me feel when he says my name. God, I love that feeling-

"I'm not asking him," I say.

"Fine, If you don't ask him by dinner, I'm going to ask him for you."

"Then I suggest getting ready because Im not going."

He looks cross and stops talking to me.

Its like chasing a rainbow with him. I'll never reach the end, but in my heart I still want the pot of gold.