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A\N: Thank-you so much for the reviews. I luved them all.
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Chapter Three
How to Pretend you Don't Like Your Crusher- Harry Potter
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She was strutting again, that damned girl. Merlin's Bread she was hot, but he returned his eyes to his homework. No point in staring when he's never done it before.
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Her hips the size of Asia bumped into the table he was working on and he looked up at her.
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"Sorry," she said, staring at her shoes expectantly like they were going to apologize too.
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"It's okay," he said, making his face look angry. Really, this was the only way he could show her that he didn't want her. If he became friendly with her, she would only think that he liked her which he definitely did not.
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She walked away and up to her dorm. He followed her behind with his eyes and shook himself. This was not something he should be doing to the sister of his best friend.
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"Hullo, mate," Ron said, sitting next to him. "Some people are so hard to understand," he said.
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"I have to agree with that," Harry said sympathetically. He glanced in Pravarti's direction who was crying her eyes out, babbling on about how she couldn't tell any of them what happened.
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Really, who wanted to know? Everyone around her was only pretending because they like to--pretend. Yeah, he didn't have a reason why they would be pretending, but they were pretending nonetheless.
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Harry narrowed his eyes at the pretender, forgetting that Ron was still talking to him. "Huh?" he asked when he realized Ron was beginning to yell.
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"I SAID HERMIONE WAS TALKING TO ME YESTERDAY, BUT TODAY SHE ISN'T," Ron said loudly. "SHE'S LIKE MY MUM OR SOMETHING. SHE ACTS LIKE THIS ONE MOMENT AND THE NEXT, SHE'S A WHOLE DIFFERENT PERSON."
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"A person can go deaf if you keep yelling in their ear, you know," Harry said. "I think I did that to Dumbledore in my fifth year. When I talk to him now, he keeps nodding his head like he understands, but earlier when I asked him a question he nodded and you know what my question was? 'Do I look better with black robes or green robes?'"
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"Green robes," Ron said automatically, turning to look at Harry again after Hermione entered the common room. "You look better with green robes."
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"What?" Harry asked, noticing that Hermione went upstairs to her dorm just like Ginny.
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"Well, think about it mate," Ron said, pretending he hadn't noticed Hermione's presence. "Green matches your eyes."
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Harry raised his eyebrows and began on his homework again. "Right, only I wasn't asking you that but Dumbledore."
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Ron's ears turned redder than a tomato. "Oh," he said. "Well, I just wanted you to know what my opinion would be."
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"Knew you'd always be there, mate," Harry said sarcastically.
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But as expected, Ron wasn't listening anymore then Harry had been earlier because he nodded and patted Harry's back. "No, black isn't your color."
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Valentines Day was coming up. The corridors were decorated with lovey-dovey things and it made Harry sick to his stomach.
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Little cupids flew around during classes, throwing confetti around like in that one shop he went in with Cho Chang in his fifth year. If he was going to be yelled at again by someone, Merlin's Beard, he would go crazy.
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At lunch, she entered the Great Hall like a goddess. When every guy's mouth dropped open, Harry pretended to be very interested in his lunch and didn't notice it when she took a seat right in front of him.
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He tried to eat, but nothing would go down his throat because other things wanted to come out. Like what? Like I love you, Ginny!
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No, he couldn't let the happen. He stuffed his sandwich down his throat and refused to speak to anyone.
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"Harry?" she asked, frowning at him. "Harry, I think you should swallow that now. You're turning kind of blue."
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He gulped down his lunch and drank but only to stuff his mouth with something else again.
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Ginny laughed and began chatting with Hermione then who was trying very hard to concentrate on what she was saying. But anyone could tell she was a pretender too, in caring about what Ginny was saying that is.
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As soon as the food around him was gone, Harry felt the words forming in his mouth again.
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Gods, he could not let this happen. He jumped out of his seat and ran out. Every eye turned to him, but he didn't care. Before he got out, a first year got in his way and the words got out before he could stop them.
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"I lo-ack you," he said to the girl.
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She smiled shyly and even blushed. Yeah, she actually blushed! Harry ran away, horrified with himself. "I'm a pretender too!" he yelled aloud before he disappeared up the stairs.
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A\N: Yay, done here. I didn't do this too dumb. I thought it was pretty okay except for the Harry thing and yeah, I'm not really making the characters seem themselves, but hey, I like it just like this. And you know what smart people do? They review. Yeah, you're smart, so you must review too.
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A\N: Thank-you so much for the reviews. I luved them all.
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Chapter Three
How to Pretend you Don't Like Your Crusher- Harry Potter
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.
She was strutting again, that damned girl. Merlin's Bread she was hot, but he returned his eyes to his homework. No point in staring when he's never done it before.
.
.
Her hips the size of Asia bumped into the table he was working on and he looked up at her.
.
.
"Sorry," she said, staring at her shoes expectantly like they were going to apologize too.
.
.
"It's okay," he said, making his face look angry. Really, this was the only way he could show her that he didn't want her. If he became friendly with her, she would only think that he liked her which he definitely did not.
.
.
She walked away and up to her dorm. He followed her behind with his eyes and shook himself. This was not something he should be doing to the sister of his best friend.
.
.
"Hullo, mate," Ron said, sitting next to him. "Some people are so hard to understand," he said.
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.
"I have to agree with that," Harry said sympathetically. He glanced in Pravarti's direction who was crying her eyes out, babbling on about how she couldn't tell any of them what happened.
.
.
Really, who wanted to know? Everyone around her was only pretending because they like to--pretend. Yeah, he didn't have a reason why they would be pretending, but they were pretending nonetheless.
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Harry narrowed his eyes at the pretender, forgetting that Ron was still talking to him. "Huh?" he asked when he realized Ron was beginning to yell.
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"I SAID HERMIONE WAS TALKING TO ME YESTERDAY, BUT TODAY SHE ISN'T," Ron said loudly. "SHE'S LIKE MY MUM OR SOMETHING. SHE ACTS LIKE THIS ONE MOMENT AND THE NEXT, SHE'S A WHOLE DIFFERENT PERSON."
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"A person can go deaf if you keep yelling in their ear, you know," Harry said. "I think I did that to Dumbledore in my fifth year. When I talk to him now, he keeps nodding his head like he understands, but earlier when I asked him a question he nodded and you know what my question was? 'Do I look better with black robes or green robes?'"
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"Green robes," Ron said automatically, turning to look at Harry again after Hermione entered the common room. "You look better with green robes."
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"What?" Harry asked, noticing that Hermione went upstairs to her dorm just like Ginny.
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"Well, think about it mate," Ron said, pretending he hadn't noticed Hermione's presence. "Green matches your eyes."
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Harry raised his eyebrows and began on his homework again. "Right, only I wasn't asking you that but Dumbledore."
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Ron's ears turned redder than a tomato. "Oh," he said. "Well, I just wanted you to know what my opinion would be."
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"Knew you'd always be there, mate," Harry said sarcastically.
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But as expected, Ron wasn't listening anymore then Harry had been earlier because he nodded and patted Harry's back. "No, black isn't your color."
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.
* * *
.
.
Valentines Day was coming up. The corridors were decorated with lovey-dovey things and it made Harry sick to his stomach.
.
.
Little cupids flew around during classes, throwing confetti around like in that one shop he went in with Cho Chang in his fifth year. If he was going to be yelled at again by someone, Merlin's Beard, he would go crazy.
.
.
At lunch, she entered the Great Hall like a goddess. When every guy's mouth dropped open, Harry pretended to be very interested in his lunch and didn't notice it when she took a seat right in front of him.
.
.
He tried to eat, but nothing would go down his throat because other things wanted to come out. Like what? Like I love you, Ginny!
.
.
No, he couldn't let the happen. He stuffed his sandwich down his throat and refused to speak to anyone.
.
.
"Harry?" she asked, frowning at him. "Harry, I think you should swallow that now. You're turning kind of blue."
.
.
He gulped down his lunch and drank but only to stuff his mouth with something else again.
.
.
Ginny laughed and began chatting with Hermione then who was trying very hard to concentrate on what she was saying. But anyone could tell she was a pretender too, in caring about what Ginny was saying that is.
.
.
As soon as the food around him was gone, Harry felt the words forming in his mouth again.
.
.
Gods, he could not let this happen. He jumped out of his seat and ran out. Every eye turned to him, but he didn't care. Before he got out, a first year got in his way and the words got out before he could stop them.
.
.
"I lo-ack you," he said to the girl.
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.
She smiled shyly and even blushed. Yeah, she actually blushed! Harry ran away, horrified with himself. "I'm a pretender too!" he yelled aloud before he disappeared up the stairs.
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A\N: Yay, done here. I didn't do this too dumb. I thought it was pretty okay except for the Harry thing and yeah, I'm not really making the characters seem themselves, but hey, I like it just like this. And you know what smart people do? They review. Yeah, you're smart, so you must review too.