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"Hey, is anybody out there?!" I yelled into the hallway. "Can somebody hear me?!"

"Uh- I can," Ron said, pushing on his ear and appearing right in front of me in the hallway. "You're rather loud."

"I'm sorry. I didn't know you were right there."

"What did you need?" he asked, looking into my doorway.

"Help," I said, holding up a necklace. I laid it down on my bureau and attempted to pick up the earring I hadn't gotten in instead. "Damn, I dropped it."

I got down on my hands and knees and started looking for it. Ron got down next to me, searching as well. "Found it!" we said in unison. His hand landed right on top of mine and we both drew back. He picked it up and handed it to me.

"There you go." We both got up on our feet and I put the earring in its proper hole.

"Thanks."

"Sure." He took a moment to survey my attire. "Why are you so dressed up?"

"I have a date tonight."

"Really? You didn't tell me about that."

What? Like he cares? "Must've slipped my mind. It's with Anthony though. Didn't he tell you about it?"

"Guess you both forgot," Ron said, shrugging. I got the feeling he cared more about it then he was letting on. "Now, what did you need help with?"

"Here." I handed him the gold chain and pulled up my hair off the back of my neck. He looked oddly at me for a moment.

"Er--"

"Put it on." He looped his arms through mine, grabbed the other side of the necklace, and pulled it back through. I could feel the warmth from his hand right on the back of my neck. He struggled with the clasp for a moment and withdrew his arms quickly as I let my hair drop, almost seeming afraid to touch it. I turned to face him. My voice got caught in my throat. It'd been forever since I'd been this close to him. "Thanks," I whispered.

"No problem." We were moving closer together. Why were we moving closer together? Our mouths were inching toward each other. Why weren't we stopping? Why were his blue eyes so close to mine?

We stopped just short as a crashing noise was heard from downstairs. I looked down, and Ron pulled away as fast as he could, trying to act like nothing had happened.

He looked down too. "That'll be Gris tripping again. I swear she's been doing that so much lately." I was going to have to tell Ginny to lay off eventually. I guess I was being selfish now.

"I guess you should go help her. And I'll have to finish getting ready."

"Have a good time, Hermione," he told me, closing the door shut as he left the room. I tugged on my necklace. This was crazy.

"Hermione, are you ok?" Anthony asked me over the table at dinner. "You're sort of jumpy."

"I'm fine," I promised, looking at my menu again. I really wasn't. I was going crazy not understanding why I kept ending up in these awkward situations with Ron. I was going crazy not being able to get him out of my head.

"All right, just making sure. I don't want to-you know-do anything stupid or anything."

I took a deep breath. I was going to enjoy myself no matter what.

I managed to make it through dinner with one spilt bowl of soup, one set of nervous hiccups, and many odd looks from Anthony. After dinner, he took me home and we walked right up to the front door of the Weasleys'.

"Well, thanks," I said, smiling awkwardly. "I had a really nice time."

"You did? I wasn't sure since you were acting so weird."

"Well, I've had a lot going on if that makes up for anything. Now, I have to go help pack. We've been moving all day."

"Yeah, you told me." He pushed a stone around on with his shoe for a moment. "I had a nice time too, Hermione. D'you think we can do it again?"

"For sure," I said. "I hoped you'd want to."

"Of course."

"Well, goodnight."

"Goodnight to you too." He moved in closer. He was going in for the kill. I started to lean forward to kiss him, but then I had to pull back. I had been about to do the same thing with Ron only hours ago. It just felt wrong.

He stared at me for a moment, looking almost hurt. I was saved having to give an explanation by the door opening.

"Hi. I thought we heard voices out here."

"Hey, Gris," Anthony said, looking up over at her. His face seemed to be a very bright shade of pink.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Gris said, looking mortified. She was holding a quiet Baker in her arms.

"Oh my God, what happened to your hair?!" I asked, catching a glimpse of it from the light streaming out of the door. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Instead of her hair being its usual shade of bleach blonde, it was a sort of lime green.

She laughed; how could she laugh at that?! "Something was the matter with my shampoo. It turned my hair this color. It's ok; I'll be able to fix it in the morning. Or probably even before I go to class tonight."

"I'm so sorry!"

"What? It's not like it's your fault." That wasn't true; it was my fault. I was still letting Ginny torture Gris. But, apparently, she wasn't cracking. And now I felt much worse than before. I probably wouldn't have felt so bad if I hadn't almost kissed her boyfriend earlier today.

"Was Baker good?"

"As usual," Gris said, smiling.

"Do you remember Mr. Anthony?" I asked Baker.

"Yes," she said, looking him over. "He saved me."

"That's right."

"Well, I had a good time tonight, Hermione. I'll write you and we'll get together again soon. Gris, I hope they can fix your hair. Bye, Baker."

"Bye, Antny," Baker said, waving as he disapparated.

"So," Gris began, leading me in through the door, "did you have a good time?"

I nodded. "Yeah, I think we're going to go out again."

"That's terrific!" Gris said. "I was so excited when Ron told me yesterday."

"Yesterday?"

"Yes, after Anthony told him about it."

"Oh. Yeah. Yesterday. Sorry, I'm out of it. How's the moving going?"

"Good."

"I'm going to go up and start helping out."

"Ok. I'd start in your room. We've made little headway in there."

I made my way up the stairs to the room Baker and I had been staying in. I was moving some of the boxes around when a faint shimmering light coming out of one of the boxes caught my eye. Curiosity got the better of me, and I dug my hand in the box and pulled out a Pensieve. I wondered where, and when, Ginny would have gotten one of those. I swished it back and forth for a moment, watching the silver liquid moving almost in an inviting manner. I had to know. I had to see it again. I had to know what had happened; why it had happened. This was my life.

I took my wand out of my robes, and put it to my hairline. I pulled away a silver strand of liquid, placed it in the Pensieve, and watched it swirl around a bit. I couldn't believe I was actually doing this. I looked in for a second, took a deep breath, and shoved my face in it, in a sense. I felt my world tipping upside down.

I was standing next to a tree in the Weasleys' backyard, watching four teenagers under the tree having a quiet discussion. I couldn't believe it. I was really back.

I went and joined the teens that had sat them selves in a circle. "-d'you really think that's that important?" Ginny was asking us.

"I dunno," younger me answered. "It could be. We shouldn't ignore it completely."

Ron stretched his arms back, looking uncomfortable. "I'm tired of talking. And I'm starving. You all want to go get some food?"

"You two go on. I need to talk to Harry for a second," I told the other two.

Ginny shrugged and got up. "You are coming, aren't you, Ron?"

He was giving me a confused look. But stood up as attention was called to him. "I'll see you in a minute."

Older me began tugging on my necklace. This made me want to throw up. What kind of friend was I?

Harry and my younger replica sat in silence for a moment. "How are you doing, Harry?" younger me questioned my best friend.

"I'm fine," Harry said, shrugging.

"I mean, really?"

"Hermione, you talk too much! What does it matter?"

"Harry, I don't like seeing you like this. Do something different if that makes you happy. You know, get a new Quidditch team or something. Anything!"

Harry looked down. "I'm sorry. What am I supposed to do?"

"I told you. Make a change. Ask somebody to be your girlfriend. I don't know!"

"What if I just ask you to be my girlfriend?" he said sarcastically. "That's what it sounds like you want."

"Well," younger me blushed," what if somebody just asked you?"

"Look, Hermione, you're not making this--"

"All right, Harry. Would you like to be my boyfriend?"

"This is so-what?"

"Well, we're already best friends, and it'd be something different." I too shrugged.

"What about Krum?"

"Viktor? You really thought I was his girlfriend? Harry, you and I have so much more in common than Viktor and me. And I've cared about you for a lot longer. So, what do you say?"

"All right. I guess we could give it a try."

Younger me smiled. "Good." Older me frowned. "Not good."

I tried to remember wanting to ask Harry out. I couldn't. I never remembered having anything but platonic feelings for my best friend, which made me wonder why one day, sitting under that very tree I had decided to get up the courage to ask Harry out.

The scene started spinning around, and I was in a completely different place at a completely different time. Younger me was sitting in a room all alone, waiting for somebody. The room was a shade of dark blue, and I sort of felt like I was sitting in a big box.

Another person came in the room, and sat down next to older me and younger me. "Hey," Ron said.

"Hi," I returned. "Is something going on?"

"I wasn't sure you'd get my note."

"Ron, you stuffed it in my hand in the middle of Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"All right, I knew you'd get it, but I wasn't sure you'd come. Harry's looking for you, you know?"

"No. It's ok. If something's this important, I'm sure he wouldn't mind if we talked for a moment."

"Well, it's not that important."

Younger me looked perplexed. "Well, it doesn't matter. It doesn't feel like we've talked one-on-one in a long time."

"Yeah, I guess since you and Harry became an 'item' or whatever."

I laughed. "Has this got something to do with me and Harry? I mean, I know you sort of feel like the odd man out in this whole situation, and I'm sorry about that."

"I guess in a sense."

"So, why didn't you want to talk to Harry?"

"I dunno. I tried. But he told me you were the one who asked him to go with you or whatever. I found it odd because you used to swear you never liked him, and I really believed you because I know you two best, and I dunno-I guess I just assumed you were serious. Of course, I've always believed you, Hermione. "

"Are you mad at me or something?" younger me asked. Younger me didn't understand what Ron was feeling. He was the only person I'd ever had trouble reading into his feelings. So, I'd assumed he didn't have any. He didn't, did he?

"Mad? Why d'you think that? I was just asking. I just always saw you two a friends. And strictly friends."

"Ron, you never like it when I have a boyfriend. What's up with that? Who would suit you? I'm not your sister, you know?"

"Hermione, I'm pretty sure I realized that."

"Ron, if I didn't know better, I'd say you were jealous."

"Jealous?! I'm not jealous! Of what?" Ron said, switching into his total cover-up mode. I saw his ears turn a distinct red color.

"I don't know. That's what I'm trying to figure out!"

Ron looked absolutely furious now. "Well, I'm not! And I hope you two are very happy."

"Why can't you just be happy for us? We're supposed to be your best friends."

"I don't want to be your best friend!"

"What?" younger me said, stung.

"God, Hermione. Just shut up!" He grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me toward him. Older me couldn't watch anymore. My head hit the cold blue carpet Ron and younger me were sitting on. After all these years, I finally understood what he had said. He didn't want to be my friend-he didn't just want to be my friend. Still, why was I kissing him? Why wasn't I pulling back and saying for him to stop because this was just wrong and Harry was our best friend. And it might be ok if I wasn't going out with Harry!

Then again, I asked, 'why had I gone out with Harry?'

I heard the door open, and I knew Ron and younger me had pulled away. I knew Harry had seen us on the Marauders' Map and come to investigate. I knew life as I knew it was over.

The carpet that was drying up my tears had changed abruptly into grass. I looked up, and younger me was again with Harry. I was trying to explain to him.

"I'm so sorry, Harry. It wasn't supposed to happen. It just did. I mean, you're still my best friend. I'm not trying to betray you or anything."

"Why did you even ask me out if you wanted to be with Ron?"

I combed my hands through my hair. "Harry, I didn't want to be with Ron. I don't want to be with Ron. We were just talking. And I don't know... something happened."

"What? So it's his fault?"

"No, Harry. I know there's nothing I could ever do to make up for this, but--"

"You're damn right. I don't think I could ever trust you or him again, Hermione. You're supposed to be there for me no matter what." He turned and walked away, and I just tried my best to keep him there.

"Harry, Harry! Please, Harry, come back!"

One quick spin of the world and I was standing with Ron. "Harry won't talk to either of us."

"I know," he said.

"I tried to explain it. I mean, it was just between friends. And it was an accident. You didn't mean to."

"Me? I might have started it, but you kissed me back."

"Ron, this isn't about us; this is about Harry. I think I'm going to go try to talk to Harry again."

"You're already done that. That's all you think about, isn't it? You're so worried about how Harry feels. What about me? You didn't ask my permission to ask Harry out."

"Ron, I'm not taking sides; I'm trying to fix everything."

"Here's an idea. For once, I'll do something right. You didn't think I could do anything right, did you? I'll fix everything. I'll go away, just don't talk to me anymore. I hope you and Harry are very happy together."

"Ron! C'mon Ron don't be so immature." And Ron walked away too. Out of my line of vision, and out of my life, for two years. If that wouldn't have happened- "No Baker," I whispered to myself.

I went back to studying my younger self. I saw the girl couldn't believe what she'd just done. She felt she had messed up the best friendships in the world. And she had.

Younger me walked over to the beech tree next to the lake and sat down. Older me sat down next to her. I felt so distant from this girl I was watching with her knees pulled to her chest, crying. She almost seemed weak to me. And here I was. spending half my time crying these days. Why weren't both of us taking control? I had had a chance to fix everything back then, but I had given up. I wasn't about to give up now.

"Hey, are you ok?" Younger me looked up.

"I'm fine," I told the boy.

"You look all alone," Anthony said, crouching down next to me. "You want to come hang out with us?" he asked, pointing at Padma Patil standing behind him.

"Are you sure?"

"Hey, Padma! D'you mind if Hermione Granger comes and hangs out with us?"

"Of course not!" Padma said, bouncing over. "C'mon, hon. Are you ok?"

"Fine," I said again as Anthony put a hand down to help me up. "Thanks."

I followed them as they walked back across the grounds. I caught a short glimpse of Harry and a very dreamy looking Luna Lovegood before older me. I began to reach out, wanting to touch the girl once more. But my eye was caught by a figure in a dark cloak slinking off the grounds. I chased after him. Who was he and what was he doing at Hogwarts? Before I could investigate closer, I was leaving my own memory.

I fell back against the side of the bed. "Ow," I said, rubbing my head. My mind was spinning a hundred miles a minute.

I remembered. I remembered seeing Harry that day at Ron's house and my mind going blank. It was the sort of feeling one got under the Imperius curse. I knew the direct path to happiness had to be Harry. But, why?

I had gone on for months thinking that. Then, when Ron had pulled me in and kissed me, the euphoria had been wiped away, almost like dropping back into reality. I had never had a thought about Harry since. And, back to that question, why? It was almost like...magic.

I hit myself in the head. Magic! Something fishy had to have been going on. And I would've bet anything it had something to do with that man cloaked in black.

I shook my head out. I was being ridiculous; making up excuses for my awful behavior. I had probably imagined the cloaked man. I had had a crush and realized it was a mistake. I had proceeded to kiss my other best friend. That was life- not magic. It would be stupid to tell anyone about my farfetched idea. Why was I being so stupid? I continued tugging at my necklace again and it snapped. I put my hand to my face. "Oh God."

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