A\N: Wow, did you guys see my numbers of reviewers? Thank-you, thank-you so
much. It's you guys who made that number so big. Wow! Anyway, I have
something to say to one of my reviewers, Lucianne. Your review was amazing,
but it really shocked me that you would say something like that. How could
you say I probably won't read it because I've gotten so much already? I
read every review I get and they're all important to me. I'll still read
them and care for them very much even if I have one thousand reviews which
I doubt would ever happen, but I'm just saying. Anyway, I luved your review
though and everyone else who wrote to me. And yes, I even luve you silent
readers. As long as you read, I still love you. Lemonskittle.
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Chapter Nine
How To Hate Your Best Friend Who You're in Love With-Hermione Granger
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What did he think she was? A stupid computer that gave him answers whenever he wanted?
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No! That was not how she was going to live her life. She wasn't going to be the little computer that'll always give Ron his answers. She was tired of this; she didn't want to spend one more moment thinking about this.
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Hermione glanced into the window she was passing by and the image horrified her. She was fuming and her face was slightly red. Her bushy brown hair was bushier than ever and dozens of emotions racked through her.
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Was this why Ron didn't even glance her way? Was this why Ron looked past her like he has all those years without even giving her a second glance?
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Because if it was, then she didn't blame him. She was an absolute horror.
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Hermione could already feel a tear slip down her face and she tried to stop the others. If they came, they would never stop and what would she tell the others? They've asked her before why her eyes were red and she's lied far too many times that she had an eyelash in them.
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The seventh year girl, perfect in academic throughout every year at Hogwarts, was crying silently to herself. What had she done to deserve this? Was it because she lied to get her teeth evened in her fourth year? Was it because she even allowed herself to care about Viktor Krum?
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Everything was a mess. Because she was Hermione, Ron and Harry's sidekick, they would never see her anymore than a sister. Ron would never look at her different as Harry would never look at Ginny differently either, although perhaps that has changed.
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There's been hints of Harry's interest in Ginny although that might just be a mistake. Perhaps Harry just stares at Ginny because he knows that she's got a 'thing' for him. It was possible.
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Hermione glared at herself in the window and walked back up the flight of stairs she just came down. No use going down to lunch with the way she looked. Ron wasn't going to look at her any different then he had a few hours before.
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"Hermione?" a boy's voice asked from behind, stopping her in her tracks.
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A sudden image of Ron behind her, wearing a grin on his face flashed through her mind. She pictured a bundle of roses in his hands, all just for her and she turned around, too much hope in her eyes.
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The hopeful smile disappeared and a frown grew on her face. Who was he? He was a tall boy in Hufflepuff robes. He had curly dark hair and hazel eyes that looked her over uncertainly.
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"Hi," he said nervously, staring almost down at her. He was tall and she meant TALL.
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"Hey," she replied, trying to hide the confusion on her face. Who is he? Who is he? Ran through her head and she felt stupid for being so dumb. Where was that stupid computer with the answers when she needed it the most?
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"I don't think you know who I am," he said gently, his smile shy.
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"Of course I do," Hermione lied all the while thinking: Who is he? Who is he? "You're that tall guy from Hufflepuff. I've seen you around before."
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He grinned and stuck his hands into the robes of his pockets. "Yeah," he said. "My name is Riley Cossack. I've been watching you for a long time now and I've always wanted to make a move but I've never really found the courage.
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Merlin's Beard, she thought, he's a stalker. I've got a stalker.
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But outside, she smiled kindly and nodded. "That's wonderful.
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"I was wondering, you know," he continued on. "I was thinking, if you didn't have anyone to go to the Valentines Dance with, I was thinking maybe we could go together."
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What do you think I am? Pathetic? Her thoughts yelled at him. The Valentines Dance is tomorrow and I would be extremely stupid if I didn't have a date and would sink as low as going with you.
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But outside, her warm smile lingered on her face and she nodded again. "That would be wonderful," she said.
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Riley didn't bother to hide his excitement and he jumped halfway in the air. Childish was the first thing that jumped into her mind, but no, he was beyond childish.
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"See you tomorrow then," he squeaked and ran back down the flight of stairs.
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Hermione shook her head and continued up. Could this day get any worse then it already was?
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"Hermione?" a different voice asked, this time from above the stairs. She looked up and she knew immediately that the day could get worse. Was someone torturing her because they were doing a great job of it?
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"Ron," she whispered, ready to kick herself.
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He gave a lop-sided grin and came down until they stood leveled. Oh she was gonna melt before his gorgeous eyes.
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"What are you doing in the corridors alone?" he asked, his voice as uncertain as Riley's though he didn't sound as dumb.
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"Thinking," she answered truthfully.
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"About what?" he asked, looking deeply into her eyes. Oh, she was gonna melt alright. She was gonna melt right into the cold stone floor and into him.
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"Stuff," she said. Where was that stupid answer computer, honestly.
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Ron looked away ashamedly and turned back, his look apologetic. "I'm sorry I always expect to get answers from you, Hermione. I guess I should really understand that you aren't a walking answer machine."
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How funny, she thought. I realized the same thing too.
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"Really?" she said, trying not to roll her eyes. Ron could be-thick headed sometimes. Well- all the times actually, but hey. "That's nice," she answered
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"Well, I was thinking," he said, looking away. "I was wondering if you'd like to go to the dance tomorrow night with me, you know. As friends if you'd like."
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A smile was on her face until she realized that she's already told someone else she would go with him. She mentally slapped herself and put on her most apologetic facial expression.
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"Ron," she began. "I- I don't know what to say to you-"
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"You're going with someone else aren't you?" Ron asked coldly.
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"Well-" she tried to explain, but he pushed her reply away.
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"It's fine," he said, trying to hide his disappointment with anger. "I wasn't really expecting to take you anyway. I mean, I just thought I would so you wouldn't have to be alone on love's day. But hey."
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His words angered her and Hermione almost threw a fist at him, but she held herself together. "Yeah, I'm going with someone else," she said, sticking her nose into the air. "If I were you Ron, I'd find myself another girl to ask because if anyone is going to be alone tomorrow, it would be you."
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A little gasp came from Ron, but she stomped right past him. That little git, who did he think he was?
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First he expects all the answers, then he tried to take pity on her by taking her to the dance, and then he's going to take it all back by saying he never really meant it? Who did she think he was? He's no kind-hearted prince.
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Hermione sighed and went up to bed. No, who did she think SHE was? Ron never took interest in her because she was just Hermione and that was all she'll ever be.
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Chapter Nine
How To Hate Your Best Friend Who You're in Love With-Hermione Granger
.
.
What did he think she was? A stupid computer that gave him answers whenever he wanted?
.
.
No! That was not how she was going to live her life. She wasn't going to be the little computer that'll always give Ron his answers. She was tired of this; she didn't want to spend one more moment thinking about this.
.
.
Hermione glanced into the window she was passing by and the image horrified her. She was fuming and her face was slightly red. Her bushy brown hair was bushier than ever and dozens of emotions racked through her.
.
.
Was this why Ron didn't even glance her way? Was this why Ron looked past her like he has all those years without even giving her a second glance?
.
.
Because if it was, then she didn't blame him. She was an absolute horror.
.
.
Hermione could already feel a tear slip down her face and she tried to stop the others. If they came, they would never stop and what would she tell the others? They've asked her before why her eyes were red and she's lied far too many times that she had an eyelash in them.
.
.
The seventh year girl, perfect in academic throughout every year at Hogwarts, was crying silently to herself. What had she done to deserve this? Was it because she lied to get her teeth evened in her fourth year? Was it because she even allowed herself to care about Viktor Krum?
.
.
Everything was a mess. Because she was Hermione, Ron and Harry's sidekick, they would never see her anymore than a sister. Ron would never look at her different as Harry would never look at Ginny differently either, although perhaps that has changed.
.
.
There's been hints of Harry's interest in Ginny although that might just be a mistake. Perhaps Harry just stares at Ginny because he knows that she's got a 'thing' for him. It was possible.
.
.
Hermione glared at herself in the window and walked back up the flight of stairs she just came down. No use going down to lunch with the way she looked. Ron wasn't going to look at her any different then he had a few hours before.
.
.
"Hermione?" a boy's voice asked from behind, stopping her in her tracks.
.
.
A sudden image of Ron behind her, wearing a grin on his face flashed through her mind. She pictured a bundle of roses in his hands, all just for her and she turned around, too much hope in her eyes.
.
.
The hopeful smile disappeared and a frown grew on her face. Who was he? He was a tall boy in Hufflepuff robes. He had curly dark hair and hazel eyes that looked her over uncertainly.
.
.
"Hi," he said nervously, staring almost down at her. He was tall and she meant TALL.
.
.
"Hey," she replied, trying to hide the confusion on her face. Who is he? Who is he? Ran through her head and she felt stupid for being so dumb. Where was that stupid computer with the answers when she needed it the most?
.
.
"I don't think you know who I am," he said gently, his smile shy.
.
.
"Of course I do," Hermione lied all the while thinking: Who is he? Who is he? "You're that tall guy from Hufflepuff. I've seen you around before."
.
.
He grinned and stuck his hands into the robes of his pockets. "Yeah," he said. "My name is Riley Cossack. I've been watching you for a long time now and I've always wanted to make a move but I've never really found the courage.
.
.
Merlin's Beard, she thought, he's a stalker. I've got a stalker.
.
.
But outside, she smiled kindly and nodded. "That's wonderful.
.
.
"I was wondering, you know," he continued on. "I was thinking, if you didn't have anyone to go to the Valentines Dance with, I was thinking maybe we could go together."
.
.
What do you think I am? Pathetic? Her thoughts yelled at him. The Valentines Dance is tomorrow and I would be extremely stupid if I didn't have a date and would sink as low as going with you.
.
.
But outside, her warm smile lingered on her face and she nodded again. "That would be wonderful," she said.
.
.
Riley didn't bother to hide his excitement and he jumped halfway in the air. Childish was the first thing that jumped into her mind, but no, he was beyond childish.
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.
"See you tomorrow then," he squeaked and ran back down the flight of stairs.
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Hermione shook her head and continued up. Could this day get any worse then it already was?
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.
"Hermione?" a different voice asked, this time from above the stairs. She looked up and she knew immediately that the day could get worse. Was someone torturing her because they were doing a great job of it?
.
.
"Ron," she whispered, ready to kick herself.
.
.
He gave a lop-sided grin and came down until they stood leveled. Oh she was gonna melt before his gorgeous eyes.
.
.
"What are you doing in the corridors alone?" he asked, his voice as uncertain as Riley's though he didn't sound as dumb.
.
.
"Thinking," she answered truthfully.
.
.
"About what?" he asked, looking deeply into her eyes. Oh, she was gonna melt alright. She was gonna melt right into the cold stone floor and into him.
.
.
"Stuff," she said. Where was that stupid answer computer, honestly.
.
.
Ron looked away ashamedly and turned back, his look apologetic. "I'm sorry I always expect to get answers from you, Hermione. I guess I should really understand that you aren't a walking answer machine."
.
.
How funny, she thought. I realized the same thing too.
.
.
"Really?" she said, trying not to roll her eyes. Ron could be-thick headed sometimes. Well- all the times actually, but hey. "That's nice," she answered
.
.
"Well, I was thinking," he said, looking away. "I was wondering if you'd like to go to the dance tomorrow night with me, you know. As friends if you'd like."
.
.
A smile was on her face until she realized that she's already told someone else she would go with him. She mentally slapped herself and put on her most apologetic facial expression.
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.
"Ron," she began. "I- I don't know what to say to you-"
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"You're going with someone else aren't you?" Ron asked coldly.
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"Well-" she tried to explain, but he pushed her reply away.
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.
"It's fine," he said, trying to hide his disappointment with anger. "I wasn't really expecting to take you anyway. I mean, I just thought I would so you wouldn't have to be alone on love's day. But hey."
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.
His words angered her and Hermione almost threw a fist at him, but she held herself together. "Yeah, I'm going with someone else," she said, sticking her nose into the air. "If I were you Ron, I'd find myself another girl to ask because if anyone is going to be alone tomorrow, it would be you."
.
.
A little gasp came from Ron, but she stomped right past him. That little git, who did he think he was?
.
.
First he expects all the answers, then he tried to take pity on her by taking her to the dance, and then he's going to take it all back by saying he never really meant it? Who did she think he was? He's no kind-hearted prince.
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Hermione sighed and went up to bed. No, who did she think SHE was? Ron never took interest in her because she was just Hermione and that was all she'll ever be.