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I'm pretty sure this will be the last chapter posted until i get back sunday, so enjoy and please dont hate me too much for taking so long to update!!

chapter eight....Best friends dont do that

"Who is she?" asked Ron.

Hermione stopped writing. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Harry had a crush on someone? Who? When did all this happen?And where was she? Why didn't Harry tell her?........Stop it Hermione, she commanded, get ahold of yourself, but thoughts kept comming to her head. How could Harry like someone? This was their first week back! How did he find someone that quick? She looked over at Harry who was sitting next to her. He was bent over he essay, he looked like he was trying to remember something, his forehead was wrinkled and his quill was inches above his parchment. His eyes were fixed somewhere infront of him, not focusing on anything. He had answered Ron's question saying there was no one, but Hermione hadn't heard him. Her own thoughts were crowding her head. How? How could this happen? How could she fail to notice? Why hadn't anyone told her? Didn't they think she would like to be included in on it too? Why hadn't Harry told her?

Well, that's obvious isn't it? asked a voice in the back of her head. He didn't want to tell you. Maybe he thought it would hurt your feelings. I guess he was right, your feelings are hurt. But why? They shouldn't be hurt. You don't like him after all, you said so yourself. But if you don't like him, then why are you getting so jealous? You're not his girlfriend after all said the voice.Just because I'm not going out with him doesnt mean it doesnt hurt me, I'm allowed to get jealous. But how could he do this to me? Why, Why didn't he tell me? Didnt he trust me? I guess not said the voice. Guess he doesn't trust you after all... Hermione felt tears in her eyes. I've got to get out of here, she thought. I can't let them see me, they'll know why I'm upset. Quickly, she stood up and gathered her stuff, avoiding looking at Harry and Ron. Once she had gotten her stuff, she ran up the stairs without a backward glance.

"Wonder what sparked a fire under her to make her move so quickly?" she heard Ron ask. Harry didn't reply. He probably doesnt even know I left, she tought. Great. Now I'm invisible to him.

She entered her room, throwing her stuff onto the floor and sat on her bed. Okay Hermione, calm down. This is nonsense. Don't get so upset. You dont' even know if there is a girl, remember who was asking, she thought. Ron was probably assuming Harry liked someone, that was all..... No, she knew there was a girl too. Harry had been spacing out all week with this look on his face. She had thought about this before, but never really considered it. Now, however, hearing Ron speak the words, her insides burned with jealously. Why are you so mad? You don't even like him, get ahold of yourself.

She had stopped crying. She went into the bathroom and splashed her face with cold water to make the redness the tears had brought go away. Looking in the mirror, she stared at her reflection. Then a question popped into her head, Why do you care so much? You shouldn't care, you don't like him. So why am I so jealous?she thought. Because I do care, Harry is like my brother;my best friend... And besides, Im allowed to care for my best friend aren't I? Yes, I am. Throwing down the towel she was holding, she made her way back into her room.

But why didnt' he tell me? Doesnt he trust me? Or does he think I just don't matter anymore? Sure, I can be there for him when he needs me, just not to trust information with-such as who he likes...she thought. But was Cho there? No, but she sure as hell was there to take advantage of him and play kissy face with him..she thought....Now, jealously no longer filled her. Anger bubbled over and spilled at the sides inside Hermione. Walking over to the dresser, she yanked open the drawer and slammed it shut after she had gotten some clothes out. Just as she was about to change, she heard a knock on her door.

"Hermione? It's Harry, will you open up? Please?"

Great, the backstabber himself she thought. She opened the door to find Harry with a concerned look on his face. Hermione almost forgot she was angry with him, but then it all came back a second later.

"What do you want Harry?" she asked, rather coldly.

"Uhh, I was just checking on you....you looked kinda upset earlier and I wanted to make sure you were okay..so, umm, are you?" asked Harry, looked hurt. No, she thought, Im fine, after all, wouldn't you be too when you just found out your best friend doesnt trust you anymore and doesnt tell you things? No, Im bloody brillant.

"No, I'm fine. Is that all?" Hermione asked, more coldly than before, hoping he would leave soon so she could get back to being mad at him. She knew if he stood there much longer she couldn't stay mad at him.

Harry took the hint.

"No, I'll leave now, sorry..." And he left Hermione, who was now, starting to feel guilty. Well, he deserved it, she thought. Give him a taste of his own medcine, let him know how it feels, not knowing whats going on with your best friend. But he probably doesnt even consider me as that, after all, best friends tell each other things...well, looks like Harry failed that test..

Hermione rolled over and shut her eyes tight so the tears that were begging to escape would not stain her pillow.

ooooh, Hermione the Vicious... I know I wasnt' being too nice to Harry in this chapter, but you have to look at it from Hermiones point of view. Its like having a crush on your bf and then finding out from someone else that he likes someone else and not you...devestation! well, not really, but for now, thats how Hermione is feeling. well, anyways, hoped you liked it! Please review! thanks abunch,

Ashton