Disclaimer: I don't own anything except for Angela.
AN: Special thanks to GaelicWarrior, my best friend, for helping me come up
with the story and to BohemianMuse, my sister, for being my beta.
Chapter One: Make a Wish
"I don't know when I'm going to tell him, Ginny," I scratched onto the Chatterbox Parchment that was my Christmas present from Ron last year. My red-headed friend had the other sheet in the Gryffindor common room, and I imagined my neat handwriting appearing in her lap. Since I was Head Girl I shouldn't have been up this late. I looked at the clock. 2:22. Make a wish, Mione, I thought to myself. I wish I had the courage to ask out Harry.
"Okay, Mione, here's your chance. Go ask him now." Ginny pushed me into the direction of Harry. He was just down the corridor talking to Angela Foster, a Ravenclaw girl who came to Hogwarts in the second year. She hadn't shown any sign of magic until then. We weren't really friends but I knew who she is. I started to walk towards them. I looked back at Ginny, who gave me a thumbs up. I just smiled slightly. I turned back to walk but stopped dead in my tracks. Harry was kissing Angela. He stopped to say good-bye, then headed to his next class. "I guess you didn't tell her you liked him?" Ginny asked. I didn't even hear her walking toward me. "No." That was all I could say.
"So, Harry, how are things with Angela?" Ron asked as me, Harry, and Ron sat down to dinner. "How did you know?" Harry questioned very quickly. "I saw you two snogging in the corridor right before Potions." Ron answered talking a huge mound of potatoes. "Oh, well, things are going brilliant. I've never known anyone like her." He could say that again. She was about the stupidest person I'd ever known. After dinner I said goodnight to Ginny, Ron, and Harry. I went to the Heads' common room. Draco, who somehow got Head Boy this year, was there reading. I didn't say anything to him and started up to my dorm. "'Night Mudblood." He called up to me. "Go to Hell, Draco." I said in my sweetest voice and slammed the door behind me. I didn't know what to do. I finally decided to read but I couldn't keep my mind on the book. I kept thinking about Harry and Angela. I just couldn't believe what I had seen in the corridor earlier that day. How could Harry like Angela better than me? Well, I'm not going to change myself just for a guy. That's not the Hermione Granger I know.
"I don't know when I'm going to tell him, Ginny," I scratched onto the Chatterbox Parchment that was my Christmas present from Ron last year. My red-headed friend had the other sheet in the Gryffindor common room, and I imagined my neat handwriting appearing in her lap. Since I was Head Girl I shouldn't have been up this late. I looked at the clock. 2:22. Make a wish, Mione, I thought to myself. I wish I had the courage to ask out Harry.
"Okay, Mione, here's your chance. Go ask him now." Ginny pushed me into the direction of Harry. He was just down the corridor talking to Angela Foster, a Ravenclaw girl who came to Hogwarts in the second year. She hadn't shown any sign of magic until then. We weren't really friends but I knew who she is. I started to walk towards them. I looked back at Ginny, who gave me a thumbs up. I just smiled slightly. I turned back to walk but stopped dead in my tracks. Harry was kissing Angela. He stopped to say good-bye, then headed to his next class. "I guess you didn't tell her you liked him?" Ginny asked. I didn't even hear her walking toward me. "No." That was all I could say.
"So, Harry, how are things with Angela?" Ron asked as me, Harry, and Ron sat down to dinner. "How did you know?" Harry questioned very quickly. "I saw you two snogging in the corridor right before Potions." Ron answered talking a huge mound of potatoes. "Oh, well, things are going brilliant. I've never known anyone like her." He could say that again. She was about the stupidest person I'd ever known. After dinner I said goodnight to Ginny, Ron, and Harry. I went to the Heads' common room. Draco, who somehow got Head Boy this year, was there reading. I didn't say anything to him and started up to my dorm. "'Night Mudblood." He called up to me. "Go to Hell, Draco." I said in my sweetest voice and slammed the door behind me. I didn't know what to do. I finally decided to read but I couldn't keep my mind on the book. I kept thinking about Harry and Angela. I just couldn't believe what I had seen in the corridor earlier that day. How could Harry like Angela better than me? Well, I'm not going to change myself just for a guy. That's not the Hermione Granger I know.