Love or Infatuation?
By
Cherished Dreams

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.



Chapter Five

Ginny ran up to me and gushed about what Harry had done. I smiled politely already knowing but I let her tell me about it anyway. After she recounted her sunset fly with Harry, she stopped and asked me about the crane. "Hermione do you know who it is? Who it might be?" She smiled excitedly and sighed happily. "I think your secret admirer is kinda romantic don't you?" I looked at her, blood rushing to my face and then turned to the crane still in my palm. It was a simple gift. But somehow I knew it held something more. 'Maybe sentimental value?' I shook my head of my thoughts lightly.

Gin asked me if I knew about the Japanese art of origami. For once I shook my head. She looked surprised, but smiled and told me about them. "Basically.. They used to put messages in them just like with paper stars." She gestured to the crane and said "With a thousand of those, they said you get a wish. With a thousand paper stars, you get closer to finding your true love." As Gin said the word love, the crane unfolded itself on my hand and I found a message inside.

"Kimi ja naka dame de."

Gin and I looked at it with confusion, before Gin realized it was in Japanese and I muttered a translation charm.

"I can't think of anyone but you."

If it were anymore possible, more blood rushed to my face and Gin squealed. "Your secret admirer is so romantic 'mione!" My eyes widened in alarm and sure enough, Harry was walked over and wore a calm look on his face. "Hermz, Gin told me something today." I turned to look at Gin and narrowed my eyes. Gin tried to keep up a straight innocent face but failed. Instead she settled on glaring at Harry. Harry laughed and put his arms around us both. "It's alright honestly."

We parted and he noticed the folded crane fluttering softly on my palm. He asked, "Little sister who exactly did that come from?" in a calm-yet-scary-bordering-onto-murderous voice. Ginny piped up that time and replied, "It's from her secret admirer!" I had hit her on the arm playfully and she grinned. Harry's eyebrows furrowed and he frowned.

"Secret admirer?"

My cool cheeks burned up again and I nodded weakly. "Well if he's anything like Malfoy, he better not even think about it, or anything regarding you, in fact. Or else he'll have to answer to me." He said with a straight face, cracking his knuckles. Ginny and I laughed.

Upon hearing Malfoy's name, I thought about our encounter in the hallway on my way back to the Griffindor common room. What surprised me so much about it was that there was no malice in the words that he had said or a scowl on his face when he had realised that he had bumped into me.

He looked somewhat.. concerned. I smiled softly at the thought. But frowned, thinking that Malfoy would never be concerned about me. The person he had called Mudblood so many times. The person that had slapped him back in our third year. No, Malfoy could never be concerned about me.

I sighed sadly. Ginny looked at me, and sent me a concerned look but I shook my head and smiled reassuringly. We ended up sitting on the common room couch waiting for dinner time to come. We passed the time by playing with a pack of exploding cards, and always ended the rounds with laughter. We soon moved to wizard's chess, and Ginny was playing against Harry.

Just as Harry had moved one of his pieces to its new location, his face crumpled in what I could only imagine as severe agony and his hands shot to his scar. He gripped his head hard and everyone around us looked in our direction. People chatted furiously to one another, their eyes intent on us, and I fed them with a lame excuse saying that he had been too close to the chess board and a flying piece had hit his head hard.

Gin and I both had worried faces and he both quickly led him to Professor Dumbledore's office. We escaped the common room and found Dumbledore at the foot of the gargoyle guarding his office.

He ushered us in and had Harry drink a relieving potion he had. Soon after he had swallowed the potion, the colour of his face returned, and his face no longer looked like he was in agony. Ginny and I sighed in relief and she slowly softened her grip on my hand. Dumbledore offered us some tea and we had politely declined. Harry still looked kind of disturbed and blurted something we last expected him to say.

"He's pleased with something.. Something they've been planning has been arranged early.."

Ginny tightened her hold on my hand again, and the tension in the air grew thick. Everyone other than Harry stiffened, and Fawkes cried out. Dumbledore stroked his feathers to calm him but had a serious look on his face, and paid close attention to what else Harry might have had to say. Harry's forehead wrinkled in concentration. He suddenly turned pale again, cold sweat appeared on his forehead, like he had come out of a nightmare, and his eyes were wide. His voice as barely above a whisper, as he said the next words.

"..an attack on Hogwarts."


A/n: sorry I know its short.. and not much good but.. As of late I haven't been feeling very well.. But since I have such great reviewers and anticipating readers I decided to write.. I hope it suffices for now.. thank you for understanding.. the next chapter will probably come just before Christmas or during my Christmas break.. and i promise that it will be much much longer..:D